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Because that happens almost every weekend with me….

Mentoring an Intern

I absolutely hate office politics. It saps the fun and energy out of things that would normally be enjoyable, like a cocktail party. Yet, we had gone, Julie and I, to an office cocktail party. It wasn’t free, but at least the proceeds from the $100 price (per person) went to the company’s sponsored charity, a local animal shelter. There was a cash bar, which meant added expense, and a live band playing soft music suitable for dancing. Naturally, it was a black-tie event, so I had to rent a tux and Julie required a new cocktail dress. That meant still more expense for an event that would require me to engage in conversation with people that I didn’t particularly like to talk to at work, let alone at a party.

Before I go any further, I should briefly describe my wife’s dress and the figure that it enhanced. It was all black lace with two straps of black ribbon over her sultry shoulders. It flared a little starting at the waist and was about knee length. If she twirled around fast, which she did in the dressing room at the store, the hem would fly up and out perpendicular to her body and you could see her panties. Julie has, in my humble opinion, a PERFECT figure. She has a perfectly rounded, firm ass and pert little breasts that are often covered by a 34A bra. She stands tall at 5’ 6” and has a long but ever so slightly plump torso on top of perfectly smooth legs. She supplemented the dress by purchasing black lace high-cut panties and matching bra, a black garter belt that held up lace top black stockings (with a seam in the back), and black solid toe shoes with 3-inch heels. She also had a pearl necklace that I had given her on our 20th anniversary, and pearl stud earrings I had given her the following Christmas.

I was a little taken aback by how sexy she looked in this dress. Don’t get me wrong, it looked fantastic, and I was proud to accompany her to this soiree, even though I didn’t particularly want to go and hobnob among the narrow-minded people with which I work. No, I was taken aback because she does not display her sexuality to other people. She’s much too conservative for that. Even at the beach, she wears a conservative one-piece bathing suit and does nothing to entice erections in men. Now that doesn’t mean she’s not hot. Given the right attitude, a woman can get a man hard wearing any outfit at all, but Julie is just not into that kind of thing. She would never purposefully tease any man. Now, she was not only wearing and incredibly sexy dress, but she was also exuding a confidence I had not seen before. She looked and ACTED sexy.

We had taken a room in the swanky downtown hotel, which was the venue for this function, so that we wouldn’t worry about traveling home late under any alcoholic influence. We could both cut loose a little, which was exactly what Julie had envisioned and why she was confidently sexy in her attitude. As we were riding down the elevator from the 47th floor, she snuggled up close to me, wrapped her arms around my left arm, took my left hand in hers and whispered in my ear, “When this little party is over and we get back to our room, I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

Now I understood. Now I knew where her confidence was coming from. It was all focused on being sexy for me. Ah, how I love this woman. “As sexy as you look,” I said as I reached up with my right hand and gently squeezed her right breast, “we might not make it back up to the room.” It was then that I noticed she was not wearing her black lace bra. I made a show of pulling out the top of her dress and peeking down, then giving her a quizzical look.

“The straps showed.” She said with a wicked grin.

Wow! I didn’t want to go to this stupid party to begin with. Now all I could think about was getting it over with so I could fuck Julie until she passed out. Not a great way to start an evening of office politics.

Well, the evening crept along. Julie and I munched at the buffet, drank from the cash bar, danced to a few numbers from the live band, talked with my coworkers and bosses, et cetera, et cetera. Sure, Julie danced with a couple of my coworkers and with one of my section heads. I danced with a couple of coworkers (female, of course) and a couple of coworker’s wives. I admit that one of the tunes was a slow song and I danced with Mark’s wife. She is a stunner, and I got a boner. Kind of embarrassing actually since I’m sure she noticed. At least she had the courtesy not to say anything about it.

Julie and I had just reconnected to freshen our drinks, when she noticed young Josh sitting by himself along the sidelines looking bored and maybe a little drunk. Josh is an intern in his sophomore year of college. He is slightly chubby, wears glasses, and is about as much of a computer nerd as you could ever imagine. His social skills would be considered awkward at best. I’ve never heard him talk of a girlfriend, boyfriend, or any kind of friend. He only talks about computers and games. “He looks like he needs a friend,” Julie said.

“He does at that,” I replied. “Why don’t you see if you can get him to dance with you?”

She gave me another of her wicked smiles, winked at me, and moved over to Josh. I watched as she sat down next to him and struck up a conversation. They smiled. They laughed. After a few minutes of animated conversation, she leaned in toward him, rested her hand on his thigh, and whispered something into his ear. He then stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it, stood up, and they walked arm in arm to the dance floor. They boogied to a quick dance tune; nothing sexual, just a bit of fun movement to a great song. Then the tempo dropped to a sensual love song and Julie snuggled up close to Josh and wrapped her arms around his neck. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hands at the juncture between the small of her back and the top of her ass. As their bodies swayed gently to the music, I saw Julie whisper something in his ear and move even closer to him. Josh’s hands moved ever so slightly down and cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her closer into him. She whispered something else, pushed away from him and walked briskly to me.

As she walked by, Julie grabbed my hand and said, “We have to go back to the room NOW,” as she pulled me with her to the elevators. She seemed flustered as we waited for the elevator doors to open, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and biting on her fingernails.

“What gives?” I asked, but before she could answer, the elevator doors opened, and she pulled me inside. Then she kept nervously pressing the close button until the doors slid shut. As soon as the elevator started to move, Julie pressed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the lips.

“You know how we often read erotic literature, watch porn videos, and talk about married women having sex with someone else?” She asked me as she began shifting her weight again and fanning her face with her hand.

“Yes.”

“Would you seriously like to go through with it for real?” She asked with a glazed look in her eyes.

“Yes, I think I would.” I answered as my dick sprang to attention.

“No equivocation. Yes or no. Would you like for me to fuck another man?

“Definitely.”

“Because there is no going back if I do this. I can’t unfuck him.”

“Are we talking about Josh? What happened?”

“Yes. I was flirting with him, thinking it would make him feel better and maybe more confident in himself. He seemed like a little lost puppy. It all seemed innocent until we slow danced, and I could feel his erection on my belly. It was rather large, and I immediately got wet between my legs. In fact, I think it’s running down my leg right now.”

We both looked down to see a trail of her love juice running down her inner thigh. “That’s so hot,” I said.

“I gave him our room number and told him to wait about ten minutes and then go up. I also told him that you and I were going up ahead of him and that I really wasn’t sure if you would allow anything to happen, but we would discuss it and let him know when he arrived.” She kissed me hard on my mouth again and rubbed my crotch with her right hand.

The elevator stopped with a jolt, followed by a loud “DING!”, and the doors slid open. Julie grasped my hand, and we nearly ran down the hall to our room. I fumbled nervously with the key card and managed somehow to open the door. We flung our arms around each other and kissed again. Neither of us could get enough of each other’s taste. Our tongues fought for supremacy, and both won the battle.

I started to unzip her dress when she gently took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. “Well, what do you think about me having sex with Josh?”

Then, reality stepped up and punched me in the gut. “Honestly,” I replied, “I’m not really sure. My dick is screaming ‘YES!!’ but my brain is saying, ‘wait just a minute. Think this through before you do something you’ll both regret.’ I know we’ve toyed with this idea, but we’ve never seriously talked it out. What are the ground rules?”

Julie was silent for a few seconds, obviously lost in deep thought. “I guess I really hadn’t thought it all through,” she eventually replied. She took me by the hands and pulled me over to the bed where we sat side by side. “You know I love you, right?” She asked.

“Of course. I’ve never doubted it.”

“I want you to know that I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what. You’ve told me before that sex can sometimes be just sex, without emotional attachment. I don’t think I believed you until tonight. I don’t have any feelings for Josh. I just want to see his penis. It was completely accidental, but I felt it against me, and I just wanted to see it for real. I don’t want him in my life, I just want his penis for a little while. I know we haven’t talked about ground rules, and I will not do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but could I just see it? Couldn’t we at least invite him in for a drink and ask him to let me see how well he's endowed? At the very least it will instill a spark of confidence in the boy. He’s so shy and reserved. And it could be a baby step in your fantasy of seeing me with another man.”

I was thinking about what Julie said when there was a soft knock at the door. There was a pleading look in her eyes when Julie looked at me and softly said, “Please. Let him in and we’ll move slowly. I just want to see his cock, then we can talk about how you feel and move on from there.”

“Okay,” I replied as I stood up, “I’ve always said it’s no sin to look, haven’t I?” I walked over to the door and opened to reveal Josh standing there with hands clasped, white knuckled, and looking really nervous.

“Hi Mr. Beam,” he said, his voice cracking slightly, “Um, Mrs. Beam asked me to come up here.”

“Come on in, Josh,” I replied, “Call me Jim and this is Julie, not Mrs. Beam. Have a seat anywhere you like. Want a drink? Minibar’s open.”

Josh moved quietly in the room and looked about. Julie patted the bed next to her, inviting Josh to sit there, which he did. I poured a small glass of wine for each of us and sat in a recliner by the bed. Then an awkward silence enveloped us like a thick morning fog.

“Alright,” I said looking at Josh, “let’s just admit this is an awkward situation. Julie and I are married, and she has invited you up here because she felt your erection when you were dancing.”

Julie nearly choked on her wine. Josh’s face turned bright red, and he began to shake his head as he started to speak, “Oh no, Mr. Beam. Uh, Jim. I…”

“No, no,” I interrupted, “It’s quite okay Josh. I understand what it is to feel her body rubbing up against you like that. The first time I danced like that with Julie, my dick stood up, too. I was so hard I could have hammered a nail through a board with my penis. I’m pretty confident you were thinking that you might get lucky tonight with her. Why else would she invite you up here, right?”

“Um, ah, I g g guess so,” he stammered.

I’ll be honest with you Josh, and this goes no further than this room, understood?”

Josh vigorously nodded his head.

“Julie and I have talked a little about her with other men,” I went on to explain, “but we haven’t given it the serious consideration that it deserves. She is, however, intensely interested in seeing your package. She was impressed with how well you’re endowed. I realize this is an odd request, but would you mind just showing her your penis?”

Josh’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t move. He just stared at me like a deer caught in headlights. Julie grasped his hand and arm in her hands and gently applied pressure as if to lift him from his position, to which he naturally stood up. She guided him directly in front of her and looked pleadingly into his eyes. “Please show me,” she said quietly, almost in a whisper.

Haltingly, Josh reached down, unzipped, and unbuttoned his pants. He then slowly pushed them down to the floor and stepped out of them. Before he straightened back up to a standing position, Julie reached out and, hooking her index fingers in the waistband of his white briefs, pulled them slowly down. Josh’s cock was stuck briefly in the waistband until Julie applied enough downward pressure that his underwear jerked down and his large prick sprang out just inches from Julie’s face.

It was only semi-erect, and Julie made an audible gasp when she saw it. She licked her lips and moved her hand toward it but quickly yanked her hand back down under her leg. She bit her lower lip as she stared at his cock. It was definitely larger than mine in both length and girth, not a monster cock, but definitely bigger than average. She looked up into Josh’s eyes and said, “It’s beautiful. I bet you’ve made some girls very happy with that.”

“Actually,” Josh replied sheepishly, “I’ve never had sex with anyone.”

“Are you kidding me?” Julie exclaimed. “Not even a blowjob?”

“No, ma’am.”

Then she looked at me and we locked eyes. She wanted to touch it. My dick was stiffening up at the sheer anticipation of seeing her hand wrapped around another man’s cock, so I nodded my head and said, “Go ahead, honey. I know you want to touch it.”

A smile rapidly emerged on her face as she turned back to Josh’s cock. Using her left hand, her wedding and engagement rings so prominently displayed, she reached out and gently rubbed her fingers all around his cock. It was the first cock besides mine that she had touched since we were married, and it grew large and stiff. She put her hand under his scrotum and hefted his balls, then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly moved it up and down. A drop of precum appeared at the tip of his cock, which did not go unnoticed by Julie. She put the tip of her index finger on it and spread it around the mushroom head of his cock. Then she began spreading the precum all over his cock with both hands. I will never forget the sight of how her rings and her hands, slick with his juices, glistened in the light as she explored his cock. She had a mesmerized look in her eyes, and she was licking her lips like a cat ready to pounce on its prey.

Julie looked at me and our eyes met again. My dick stiffened even more, which is hard to believe because I was uncomfortably hard when Julie first removed his briefs. I envisioned her lips wrapped around that cock. Obviously, she wanted to wrap her lips around that cock. The look on her face seemed almost desperate, so I just nodded and said, “Go ahead.”

As Julie leaned forward and began slowly licking all around Josh’s cock, I got up from the recliner, removed my clothes, and sat next to Julie on her left side so I could get a close-up view of the action with my stiffy waving in the air, precum running down the sides. From a vantage point of a couple of feet, I watched Julie use her precious left hand to hold Josh’s dick steady as she placed the head against her lips. Then as she slid the tip into her mouth, I reached behind her, unzipped her dress, and pulled the straps down off her shoulders. I then reached up with my left hand, wedding ring promptly displayed, and pull down the top of her dress down to her waist, exposing her marvelous little tits to our guest. Of course, he didn’t notice right away because his eyes were closed, and his head was thrown back as he enjoyed Julie’s ministrations to his cock head. Julie didn’t seem to notice either since she was busy swirling her tongue around Josh’s bulbous head. Then she began exploring it with her fingers and her tongue, even placing it against her cheeks and rubbing it over her face.

Josh finally looked down and noticed Julie’s naked breasts. “May I touch your tits?” He asked.

This was beginning to escalate. Remember, she was just supposed to SEE his cock. Next, she was fondling him. Then she was using both her hands and her mouth to explore his cock. Now he wanted to fondle her tits. Of course, that was my fault for pulling down her dress and exposing them. Maybe deep down I wanted to know how far Julie would let him go. How far was I willing to let it go? Julie paused to look at me with a quizzical look and I knew the answer in an instant. “If you don’t mind, I don’t mind,” I said.

Julie responded by standing and throwing her shoulders back, essentially sticking her chest out to him. Josh put one hand on each boob and began gently massaging them. Julie took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt and rub her hands on his smooth chest. He shrugged off his shirt, bent his head down, and sucked Julie’s left nipple into his mouth. This caused an immediate reaction from Julie, who was in the process of shrugging her dress straps off of her arms. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned out loud. She put her right hand on the back of his head to hold him in place. “That feels sooooo good,” she said softly as her dress fell from her hips and gathered around her ankles.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing at that moment. Julie was not wearing her panties! I should have realized it when I had seen her juices running down her leg in the elevator, but I hadn’t made the connection. Now I was more turned on than ever as Julie was exposing her beautiful pussy to a man who was only slightly known to me and a perfect stranger to her. A major line had been crossed. Julie was in such a heightened state of arousal, that she was not going to stop this sexual liaison prior to Josh penetrating her pussy with his cock. It would be up to me to stop it…if I wanted to stop it.

I wish everything would have slowed down. Even better would be for me to be able to do a slo-mo replay of the entire night. I remember Julie kind of pulling Josh down as she sat back on the bed. Her left hand was wrapped around his cock and her right hand was still holding his head to her left breast. Josh was kissing all over her tit, occasionally sucking in the nipple. Then Josh reached down with his right hand, put it over her sopping pussy, and began to rub gently up and down. Again, Julie gasped and moaned, her right hand still holding his head to her tit and her left hand moved to cover his hand on her pussy. She was guiding his movements to increase her pleasure. Slowly, she reclined back on the bed supporting herself on her elbows. Her hips and legs were writhing under Josh’s finger ministrations.

I stood up and moved back to the recliner to watch. Julie looked over at me, smiled, and asked, “Are you okay?” I just smiled back at her, nodded, and pointed to my rock-solid erection. She nodded in return and winked.

After a few minutes, Josh lifted himself up to a standing position, took his cock in his hand, and placed the tip up against Julie’s pussy. Julie didn’t have time to react before he pushed the head inside. Julie was looking over at me and was smiling when she suddenly closed her eyes, jutted her chin up, sucked in a huge breath and exclaimed, “Oh fuck!!” Josh began a slow back and forth hip movement as his dick went in a little further with each push. Julie’s legs suddenly started to twitch, her mouth opened, and she let out a loud, “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Then she went limp as Josh pushed hard into her, stiffened, groaned, and made a few small thrusts as he spurted his spunk into my wife. And just that quickly, Julie was now my hotwife.

As Josh’s erection subsided, he pulled out with an audible pop and fell off onto his back at Julie’s right side. I jumped up and took his place between my wife’s stocking clad legs. The sight was more erotic than anything I had ever seen in my life. No pornographic images or video could match it. Julie’s pubic hairs were matted with her and Josh’s juices. Her inner lips were splayed open like a butterfly’s wings and white seminal fluid was seeping out of her gaping vaginal opening. She was breathing heavily, and her right arm was laying across her eyes. It also looked like she was crying.

I watched Josh get up and go into the bathroom, then I placed my cock up to Jullie’s vaginal opening and rammed my cock home in a single hard thrust. Her arm flew up over her head and she gasped as she looked me in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said through her tears. “I wasn’t ready for him to enter me. You hadn’t given your approval yet.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, letting my dick rest in her loose and well lubricated pussy. “It happened so fast but was intensely erotic to see. I knew the instant he put his hand on your pussy that I wanted to see you take his cock inside you.”

“Are you okay with fucking me when I’m full of another man’s cum?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I started pounding her hard. “I, uhhh, guess that uhhh, answers, uhhh, uhhh, my question. Oh shit!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down closer to her. “Do me, baby! God, I love you!”

“I love you, too, baby!” I replied. I heard movement and looked back to see Josh sitting in the recliner slowly rubbing his cock. It was at full attention (It’s amazing how quickly young men can recover) and he was watching us fuck. “We have an audience.” I whispered in Julie’s ear.

She responded by putting her hands on my ass cheeks and pulling me in with each of my downward thrusts. “Ooooohhhhh!” She cried, “Show him how to really fuck a woman. Oh fuck! Oh shit! I’m going to cum! Cum with me baby! Fill me up with your cum!” So, I did. She was so wet that I really didn’t feel much friction, but the intensity of my emotions drove me over the top and I blasted at least six shots of semen to add to Josh’s load. Julie pulled me hard and thrust her hips up into me so we melded when she orgasmed with a scream that could probably be heard in the ball room, 47 floors below us. We stayed in that position until my withered penis plopped out of her pussy, and I rolled off.

Once I gathered my breath, I gathered enough strength to prop myself up on my elbows and look over to see Josh staring at Julie with his mouth gaping and eyes glazed over.

“Baby?” I interjected. “If you’re up to it, there’s a big cock over in the recliner that needs you to go over and sit on it.”

Julie looked at me almost in astonishment. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Seeing you climax when he started fucking you was the absolute sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I would love to get a good view of his cock entering your luscious pussy and I think Josh needs sloppy thirds to round out his evening. It’s all up to you, of course, and whether or not you have the energy. I’m sure Josh is game.” I looked over at Josh. “What d’ya say? If she’s willing, would you want Julie to fuck you with her used pussy?”

Josh’s expression of wonderment did not change, and he said not a word, just nodded vigorously indicating his assent as he slowly stroked his erection. Julie slowly rolled off the bed and removed her shoes. She looked amazing in her black garter belt, black nylon hose with the seam in the back and cum running down the inner sides, and her perfect hips and round ass sashaying as she sauntered over to his chair. Her hair was still immaculately styled for the party and her pearls were shining in the light. There was something magical in the way she looked. Moments before, she was all dressed up in evening attire and interacting with a variety of people. Now, for the second time that night, she was about to fuck a young man she had just met. It was all so erotic that my cock, which normally takes at least a full day to recover from sex, was standing at rigid attention.

Julie turned around to face me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Then she reached between her legs with her left hand, grasped Josh’s cock, and started rubbing the tip against her pussy lips. I leaned forward so I could watch as she slowly sat down and took all of his cock into her slick pussy. There is nothing more erotic in the entire world than a married woman using her banded hand to insert another man’s cock into her pussy. I’ve seen it on so many photos and videos, and read about it in erotic stories, but nothing compares to seeing it for real when it’s YOUR wife inserting another cock into her pussy. Nothing matches that look of sexual bliss on YOUR wife’s face as another dick gets buried completely in YOUR wife’s pussy.

I stood up as she sat down and my cock spontaneously erupted and splattered shot after shot of cum on my wife’s chest, which then ran down her abdomen in little rivulets. She reached out to me with her left hand, and I took it in mine. We looked into each other’s eyes as she spread my spunk around her belly with her right hand, riding up and down on his cock, and emitting a small grunt each time she plunged down and his cock went full into her. “Uuuhhh, Uuuhhh, Uuuhhh….”

After a several minutes she said softly, “my legs are burning. I can’t do this anymore.” Then she stood up, and led me over to the bed, where she guided me up to sit in front of her as she assumed the doggie position. Josh remained in the recliner until Julie glanced back and in an exasperated tone said, “come on up here and fuck me.” He was just the right height to stand behind her and put his cock against her crack. Again, with her left hand, Julie guided him home and he began a steady fucking rhythm. I sat back against the headboard and spread my legs out on either side of Julie’s hands, so she placed her hands on my shins while she rocked back and forth in time to Josh’s thrusts. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling, her expression one of sexual bliss as she grunted each time Josh pushed into her, “Uuuhhh, Uuuhhh, Uuuhhh….” Once, she opened her eyes and made direct eye contact with me. Then she smiled and between grunts of satisfaction, said, “I love you so much!”

After several more minutes of rapture, she announced, “My arms are burning.” Then she collapsed into my lap, rolled over on her back with her head on my stomach and beckoned young Josh to her, left hand guiding him in for the finale. Julie wrapped her legs around his waist and used her heels to pull him into her as deep as possible with each of Josh’s thrusts. Unbelievably, my dick was hard again and pressing against Julie’s right ear. She reached back with her right hand and began slowly stroking my cock. She put her left hand on Josh’s hip. She could now pull him with her hand as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Looking him in the eyes, she said, “Now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and cum on my tits.”

Josh didn’t disappoint. He grunted and groaned as he pounded her pussy with his dick. Julie’s hips rose and fell and sometimes rotated a bit to maximize the pleasure of his big cock. She, too, grunted and groaned and spewed lusty words, “Oh fuck! That’s it! Fuck my pussy! Oh Yeah!” Josh’s staying power was amazing. Ah the benefits of youthfulness. Soon, Julie stiffened up, yelled “Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" and had a tremendous orgasm. Her toes curled. She released my cock and grabbed my hand with an iron grip. She gripped Josh’s hip and thrust her pelvis into him. That sent Josh over the edge, but since Julie was holding him so firmly, Josh released his load deep inside her, grunting as each spurt erupted.

He rolled off of Julie and lay on his back breathing deeply. Julie rolled over in place, moved up and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I love you so much,” she said. “I can’t thank you enough for this evening. I feel so full and so satisfied, except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I need you to reclaim me again. I know I’m rather sloppy right now. He was supposed to cum on my tits, but he ejaculated as I was still in the midst of my orgasm and I couldn’t let go of him,” she said with a grin. “I’m so sorry about that, but would you still fuck my sloppy pussy?”

“Absolutely,” I replied. Then turning to Josh, I said, “I think you can find your way out, right?”

He completely understood my hint. He got up and quickly dressed. “Thank you both for this evening,” he said. “I will never forget it.”

“You’re a good kid,” Julie replied. “With a little confidence, you will please a number of women. Maybe I can show you a little more some time. Would you be amenable to that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a huge smile as he seemed to float out of the room.

Before the door slammed shut, Julie was on her back with her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing my mouth, and matching my thrusts as I pounded her sloppy, loose cunt with all the energy I could muster. It was the best fuck of my entire life, enhanced by knowing that someone else’s cum was providing the lubrication.

It all happened so fast, but I can still see it all in my minds eye. It gets me hard whenever I think about it, so I felt it best to at least write down all the specifics so I could better remember years from now as memory fogs.

POSTSCRIPT: About three weeks later, we invited Josh to dinner at our house, where Julie provided some additional “mentoring” to our company intern; teaching him how to properly eat pussy and general sexual etiquette. It didn’t take long before he was sought out by single and married women alike at our company until he went back to school in the fall. Several years later he asked me to be Best Man at his wedding. That’s a story all unto itself!

YOU WANT HER TO DRESS LIKE A SLUT?

One of the most fun and exciting aspects of the slutwife fantasy and lifestyle is when the wife starts dressing like a slut in public. There are a few reasons why both men and women could find this very exciting. All the sexual attention will be focused on her which will draw into many primitive reproductive aspects for both husband and wife. In a sense, she is out and looking to mate, which brings out hormonal responses from her body, the husband’s body, and the other people looking as well, creating a chain reaction of excitement throughout the place. Sexual energy is amongst the most potent human drivers for accomplishments, status, beauty, power, etc. but we will talk more on that on a later post. For today, let us focus on the topic, a girl dressed like a slut brings out a lot of benefits for everyone around her. To summarize briefly, you want her more, she boosts her sexual confidence, and every guy wants to test his luck with her.

It goes without saying, everyone wants to look good and everyone wants to be with someone who looks good. So what is the issue? Why isn’t every single wife out there not dressed like a slut? Why do most men who fantasize about the lifestyle complain that their wives refuse to dress slutty like they ask them too?

These are all good questions who’s answers could vary slightly from one girl to the next. In general, it comes down to her self view, which tells her that she is not looking to mate.

To grasp this perspective, why are teenage and college girls more willing to wear slutty clothing than married women? There are a variety of factors, but in general terms, those girls are looking to mate on a hormonal level. They seek attention and are willing to show more to get it. So shy do most lose this when they get married? Well, because she is no longer competing for a sexual partner to mate with. She no longer needs the same raging hormones to drive her to seek the perfect mate.

There is a lot of evolutionary and psychological factors as to why this happens this way, but we won’t dwell on that since this is not science class. What is important to know is that her being married is not an end to your dream of seeing her dress like a slut. Below, we will cover some good guidelines to use so that you can help your wife to go from dressing like a prude to dressing like a slut.

1. Tell Her Why and Go Slow - As with anything regarding a person you love, this is not about manipulation, this is about doing something together. So tell her what you would like and why. Wording is key. Do not say, “I want to you look like a cheap hoe”, say, “I love your boobs and wish you would show them off a bit more. Why? Because you think she is hot and you love knowing you have something every other man wants. You love how empowered you feel when you can tell every guy desires her and how you get to take her home. You love how good she looks and you want her to feel as beautiful as possible. Do not expect her to go out looking like a slut just because you asked, this may take time, so give it to her. The more prude she has been, the more insecurities she may need to overcome, so don’t rush it.

2. Build Her Up - Confidence in her body will be one of the biggest obstacles women will face. So before trying to rush her into wearing a thong bikini, build her up. You should always be complimenting how good X body part looks and how hot you think she is. This only gets you so far, so getting her into increasing her exercise and fine tuning eating habits will go a long way over time if you both do it. Celebrate small accomplishments and ensure you compliment how she is looking much better. Her hair, nails, time at the spa, massages, etc are all ways to pamper and build her up. Think of her as being a slutwife already, so worship her body, treat her right, take her out, and love her. A happy wife is a sexy wife, and a sexy wife is a slutty wife.

3. Start From The Inside Out - Before ever attempting to have her wear that slutty attire outside, have her wear it inside just for you. She needs time to process how she looks dressed like that, so don’t rush it. Appreciate her effort and let her know how much you love the way she looks. She may be happy dressing up a bit for you at home, but even if she wants to, she may need time to build herself up to go out showing. This could be in a physical and psychological sense as well, so take your time with her at home. A second factor to starting from the Inside Out is her underwear. When it comes to going out, she is much more like to wear something sexy under her clothes that you know about but others don’t. For example, she is more likely to wear some really sexy lingerie underneath her normal clothes than she is to wear a micro dress. So as far as going out goes, start by asking her to dress sexier under her clothes and work your way out. Example, have her wear a blouse that she normally wears, but now with a push up bra. A skirt she normally wears, but with a thong.

4. One Thing At A Time - Unless she is open to it from the start, do not go trying to get her into a micro dress that covers less than a bikini. In other words, do not have her show everything at once. Ask her to focus on a specific area first. Assuming she has big boobs, have her wear a push up bra under a tight blouse that hugs her boobs without showing skin. Then you can progress to having her show off her neck with another blouse still wearing that pushup bra on another occasion. On a later date, she could show the top of her chest. Then a slights glimpse of cleavage. Etc. If she is more of a leg/butt girl, she can start by wearing a sexy thong under a long and loose skirt. Over time, her skirts should get slightly shorter and tighter. This application goes with jeans, going from loose to really tight and torn, to shorts, to micro shorts and skirts, etc. Bikinis, from one piece, to more revealing one piece, to two piece, to small bottoms, to thongs, etc. You should get the point now. Again, this is not a race, do not rush. Start from the Inside out, get her comfortable, pace yourself, and let her flow.

5. Talk About Reactions/How Proud Are You? - When she does go outside wearing something sexy she normally wouldn’t, make sure you compliment her before even stepping out. This builds her ego and confidence. Once out, take note of guys that check her out. Once back in the safety of your car, home, or someplace distanced from the guy, bring it up to her who you saw checking her out. You want to wait for the right moment so that she does not become self-conscious about it. Just tell her who you saw, what they did, and how proud you are that she is so sexy, and how much the whole thing turned you on. If possible, finish this off by eating her out and give her the orgasm of her life. Condition her to associate dressing sexy = male attention = orgasm, this will get her going the right direction.

6. Give Her An Excuse - If you want your wife to dress like a slut, give her an excuse. In other words, take her out. You want her to spend over an hour getting ready to look her sexiest, make it worth her time. Promise and deliver on a nice dinner and night of dancing (See post on Dancing). Make her correlate dressing up sexy with fun and attention, and she will want more of it. Also, take her to places where there will be other guys who can check her out, and remember to tell her what you saw afterward and how much it turns you on. Other excuses for her to practice wearing less are Halloween, role playing sex, trips to the beach, faraway vacations, etc. the more you give her an excuse to dress sexy, the more she will do it. The more she does it, the more attention she gets, the more you pleasure her.

7. Go From the Outside In - Assuming she became comfortable wearing certain slutty clothes out in public but she has reached her limit, now you must go from the outside in. So lets assume she has become comfortable wearing a short skirt that just covers her butt. She may have reached her current limit and may not want to wear a skirt any shorter than that because she would literally be showing part of her butt. Do not try to fight this, just flow with it. You can still buy her and ask her to wear a shorter skirt, but tell her to wear it at home for you. Same applies for blouses with cleavage, etc. wherever there is a limit, ask her to wear it at home. The second aspect of going from the outside is that once she reaches her limit of what she is willing to wear externally, you focus on what she wears internally. That is, her underwear. We covered pushing into getting her to wear sexy lingerie as often as possible, so assuming she is already doing that, focus on getting her to go bra less or panty less while still wearing clothes within her limits. Remember, only focus on one thing at a time, so don’t ask her to go and get rid of all her bras and panties, you will only ask her to either not wear one or the either until she is ok to move on. However, remember the end goal is not for her to be bra less or panty less, the goal is to get her comfortable feeling sexy and looking slutty. So if a push bra makes her feel her sexiest, stick to that.

8. Push Her Geographical Comfort Zone- As stated, we use the privacy of our bedroom as a safe space to start from. She should feel comfortable enough there to wear just about anything in front of you and know you will enjoy it. The next step is making her confortable in the living room. When she becomes comfortable wearing something for you in the bedroom, start guiding her into wearing it for you in the living room. The best way is by taking her there for sex. Then you can ask her to get you a glass of water while wearing her sexy clothes (the kitchen). Then you can move on to stepping into the backyard to hangout at night with the lights off. Then front porch at night with lights off. Then taking her for a drive at night. Then picking up food at a drive through. Asking her to go pay for something at a gas station. Etc. You repeat this process during daytime hours as well. The point of this is getting her comfortable wearing sexy clothes for you and expanding the comfort she feels in the bedroom to the rest of the world. Never make assumptions that just because she wore something similar or less clothing on one occassion, she will be comfortable wearing something else next time. With each item of sexy clothing, plan on starting at the bedroom and take any immediate progress as a blessing. The more comfortable she becomes with slutty clothes, the easier this will be.

9. Dont Be Cheap/Invest in Her- There is no way around this. If you want her to dress slutty for you, you can’t be cheap. She is not going to dress as sexy as she can for you to take her to McDonalds. She is not going to feel confident wearing a dress you picked up at the dollar store. She is not going to be feeling very sexy with those 2 dollar panties from Amazon. She is not going to look forward for a date at a truck stop dive bar. If she is going to put in the work, show her you will too. So buy her a nice sexy dress that she will feel excited about trying on for you. Buy her that sexy lingerie that makes her feel like a sex goddess. Get her those high heels that she has been staring at. Invest in her. Now don’t go broke either, don’t sacrifice your livelihood trying to make her a slut, cause it will have the opposite effect. Plan accordingly and invest money in buying her nice and sexy things you want her to wear for you in public. For training purposes only, you can buy her cheaper and sluttier stuff she will only wear in the bedroom, but don’t be cheap when expecting her to wear something out in public for you.

10. Let Her Go Alone - When she is comfortable wearing something out with you, ensure she is comfortable wearing it without you. Meaning, if she wears something sexy at the bar with you, go to the restroom and leave her alone a few minutes. Let her experience how safe she is being alone dressed like that. If someones hits on her, tell her how sexy she is and how much it turns you on that every guy wants her. When possible, ask her to wear something sexy to work, even if it is just lingerie. Ask her to wear a sexy skirt next time she goes shopping. Have her wear one of those new smaller bikinis at the pool. Have her wear those shorts you love around your friends. Create personalized scenarios where she wears her sexy clothes, then give her time alone with other men. Show her you are not jealous, you trust her, and any attention she does get only turns you on. The more she gets to do this, the more confortable she will become around other men who check her out.

These are some general guidelines to use to get your wife to dress sluttier. Notice that these are guidelines with no particular order, they are meant to be used simultaneously and adjust as needed. I can not guarantee that your wife will dress like a cheap prostitute waiting to get picked up, but if you follow these guidelines, your wife is guaranteed to dress sluttier than she currently does. Furthermore, you will begin to condition your wife to expect male attention and correlate it with pleasure, just like those slutty college girls do. This will have her opening up more to other possibilities.

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