S l u t
by
Xavier Carter
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S l u t © 2011 by Xavier Carter ISBN: 978-1-4657-1981-2
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W A R N I N G
This book contains explicit, graphic adult material and language involving male, female and male, male, female contact and is not for viewing by those persons under 18 years of age. Although the Author has written this work, he does not condone nor practice the subject written about.
slut (slŭt)
n.
1. a. A person, especially a woman, considered sexually promiscuous.
b. A woman prostitute.
2. A slovenly woman; a slattern.
cuck·old [kuhk-uh
ld]
n.
1. the husband of an unfaithful wife.
Two words, which can delight some, but turn the stomachs of others. Two words that can in some cases ruin careers or bring promotions. Two words that when written down and used in a story about a couple who enjoy what the words imply will irk the ire of many.
S l u t
Somewhere between graduating college and their first child, Mark’s wife became a completely different person. Gone was the wild, wanton woman he fell in love with. Instead he now had an up tight prim and proper wife and he was tired of her.
* * Slut * *
What were we doing? It all started when my husband told me he was fed up with his little miss innocent wife. He told me he wanted his wife to be not so innocent when it came to matters of sex. I just stared at him dumbfounded.
“What do mean honey?” I was frightened by what he had said.
“Listen, that little miss innocent act is good for church, but at the bar, it’s not any fun. You understand?”
“No. I thought that’s what you liked dear?”
“I did, but not anymore. Listen, things change, I have changed, but you haven’t. I’m tired of it! When a guy flirts with you at the bar, flirt back.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You haven’t forgotten how, have you? You were pretty good at it back in college.”
“Huh?” I was bewildered.
“You flirted with the guys back then pretty good. You even got a few of them into your bed if I recall.”
“I was single back then. I’m married now.” I told him indignantly.
“I know, I’m your sorry ass husband, who only gets to fuck you once a week in the missionary position and I’m tired of it. It will stop, along with that goody two shoes act you always put on for everyone.”
“What act?”
“This act, right now, right here. I know it’s an act because you tits are giving you away.”
Looking down at my chest I was surprised to find my nipples poking the material of not only my blouse, but my bra as well.
“So what is it you want of me?” I asked resigning myself to the inevitable.
“Take off that ridiculous bra for one.”
Nodding, I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, then unhooking the straps, I pulled it from under my blouse. Looking down, I saw my nipples were even more pronounced.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much! Now go change that skirt. Put the black leather one on…oh and no panties.”
I was a little shocked by that, but went to the bedroom anyway. It would appear that my beloved husband wasn’t happy with me any longer. In the bedroom, I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Putting my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, I pushed them down my smooth tan legs. Kicking them toward the bathroom, I went to my closet and pulled the leather skirt out. It had been ages since I had worn it and it looked much shorter than I remember. Shrugging my shoulders, I stepped into it and pulled it up to my waist. I zipped and buttoned it before stepping over to the full length mirror. My god it was shorter! Reaching down I grabbed the hem turning it over. Yep, someone, I could only guess who, had cut the leather with a razor blade and hand stitched the hem. A gift from my wonderful husband I assumed.
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I began to wonder what had changed in my husband. I thought we were happy. I thought he only wanted sex once a week. I mean…I knew he…he had tried on more than one occasion to initiate sex during the week, but I had always feinted being tired. Looking into my eyes, I wondered why I had started doing that. I actually enjoyed sex. I enjoyed sex with Mark. He always made me cum and cum hard. Resolving to see this day through, I smoothed the leather against my thighs. As I did, the animal hide brushed the soft hairs of my pussy, sending a chill through my body. I really do love sex and I really do love Mark.
Turning, I bent slowly forward, gasping as the skirt rode up my naked ass. A little more forward and I could see the pink of my labia poking out of my mons, starting to become engorged with blood due to my excitement. Turning to the door, I slowly went back to the kitchen. Looking up Mark smiled widely.
“Much better my dear, much better,” he told me bringing a smile to my face. “That’s a girl, when a man pays you a compliment smile. I don’t ever want to see that patented frown of yours again. Clear?”
“I think so,” I replied pretty sure I knew what he meant.
“Good, now get a pair of your tallest heels and put them on your lovely feet.”
I stared at him, the smile still on my lips. I usually don’t wear heels.
“Go on dear and hurry, I want to see your beautiful legs when you have them on,” Mark said shooing me to the bedroom again.
In the bedroom I rummaged in my closet and found a pair of heels I don’t remember buying. They were black leather, with a five inch heel. They had a single strap that fastened around my ankle. The toe was pointed and capped in gold metal filigree, as was the heel. Looking at them I thought they screamed fuck me.
Sitting on the bed I kicked my old pair off and slipped each one on, fastening the strap around my ankle. Standing I went to the mirror again. They did make my legs look good. They also caused my ass to stick out making the skirt ride up even more. Bending forward to touch the hem of the skirt caused my pussy to show just below the hem. Shaking my head, I returned to the kitchen.
“God, you look fantastic,” he told me, looking at me lewdly.
I smiled at him, but didn’t trust myself to say anything just yet. On one hand I was furious at him for doing this, but at the same time I was so turned on, I could feel my secretions leaking from my pussy.