A New Lifestyle Begins

“So who do you want to fuck first,” I said to her as crudely as I could manage.

"I-I'm not sure," she stammered, "I guess you make the pick."

"You got that right," I said brusquely. "From now on who you fuck, where you fuck and when you fuck are up to me. Now clean me up. You have some shopping to do before we go out this evening." I took a few minutes to write out a special shopping list for my wife, handed it to her, slapped her on her ass and told her to make sure she was back by six P.M. And don’t fuck anyone while you’re gone, I added for good measure.

She was home by five, her shopping expedition complete. For the next hour she was in the bathroom, making herself up for the evening’s adventure. Promptly at 5 minutes of six I went into the bathroom to see what was keeping her. She was admiring herself in the mirror and, to tell you the truth, my cock grew immediately hard just looking at my new-found slut wife.

She was dressed in the outfit I had told her to buy for tonight; a tight black halter top that provided plenty of cleavage to admire, a black leather miniskirt and a pair of 6 inch “come fuck me” stiletto heels. “Like what you see,” she said.

“Definitely,” I replied, “Now let’s go, our reservation is for 7:30.”

The drive across town to the little known supper club was uneventful, unless you count the truck driver that my wife surprised by showing him her breasts at a stop light. I could only smile. When we walked to our table at the club every male eye (and quite a few female eyes) was locked on my wife. Our waiter, a black man in his thirties, took an especially long time to show her the menu items, letting his arm run across her breasts. Dinner passed quickly, the two of us trading smiles as we both enjoyed what we were doing to other patrons. I tipped the waiter a nice amount and scribbled a note on the back of the check; “If you are in the parking lot in ten minutes she will suck your cock.” He thanked me for the tip and the advice.

Dinner finished, as we left the restaurant I told my wife to hitch her miniskirt up a bit and let the gawkers enjoy the view: no panties and a shaved pussy. During the walk to the car I abruptly stopped, and placing my hand under her skirt, inserted two fingers in her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris. She placed both arms around me and began moaning softly. Several of the restaurant patrons walked by us, obviously taken with what was happening there in a public venue. As she began to shiver with the first signs of orgasm, I suddenly removed my fingers. Placing my coat on the asphalt parking lot, I ordered her onto her knees and gave her my cock to suck. She took it greedily and began pleasuring herself.

When we both close to orgasm, I removed my cock from her mouth and stepped back. The look on my wife’s face was one of despair. “But, but, I want your cock, here, please,” she pleaded.

“Remember our agreement,” I said, “You fuck and suck who I tell you too….and when.”

Out of the corner of my eye I had seen our waiter silently watching, masturbating in the shadow of an adjacent car. I motioned him forward and issued a two word command to my wife, “Suck him.”

She needed no encouragement and quickly took his hard black cock into her mouth. During this time a small audience had assembled in the parking lot, maybe 7-10 people, men and women. The onlookers offered their comments, “Take that cock,” “Suck all of it, bitch,” I heard. Even a female voice chimed in, “I’d like some of that, too.”

Our waiter was near to cumming, as was my wife. He erupted in a fountain of cum just as her body rippled with an orgasm, spraying her face and neck with his cum.