Of course not

For the next week, we don't say much about our anniversary. First because it took some time to recover, then because it felt a little awkward. But it's all I can think about. How they treated me, and how it made me feel. How horny it makes me just to think about how all those strangers had their way with me, treated me as if I were some cheap slut. And I was a cheap slut. A dirty, cheap, cock hungry little slut. But how to bring up such a thing? It's not exactly casual dinner conversation. Eventually I decide to break the ice, and surprise you one evening. Getting home from work earlier than you, I quickly change my clothes into the outfit I wore on that delectably depraved night. After getting dressed, I wait until I hear you pulling up, and into our garage. Then I get down on my knees in the living room, and wait for you to enter.

When you come into the living room, I give you a grin, and say to you, "Get over here, your little slut of a wife needs her mouth fucked, now!" And I do. I need it so bad. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs like the juices from a perfectly ripe peach after the first bite. You smile and drop your briefcase, opening up your pants and pulling your stiffening cock out as you walk over to me. Looking at me down on my knees in that skimpy, slutty outfit with a deep, dark desire. Without preamble you grip me by the hair, and thrust your cock into my waiting, hungry mouth. Pumping in and out. You're not as big as any of those men were, but for now you'll do. I rest my hands on your thighs, letting you have your way with me, to use me for your pleasure. Calling me names, telling me I'm nothing but a cheap little bar slut, willing to get fucked by any man who comes along. I can't disagree with you, and not just because your cock is preventing me from speaking.

But all too soon you finish. Pumping your hot load into my mouth. I'm a bit disappointed in the brevity, so I stand up and kiss you, my mouth still full of your cum, and as we kiss, I feed you your own cum. To my surprise you swallow it. We break the kiss, staring into each other's eyes, and at the same time we both laugh. Afterwards, we make some small talk, though I do keep the outfit on, enjoying the way you keep eyeing me, but each time you try to do more than look, I brush you off. Eventually the subject of our anniversary comes up, and by now I've figured out what I want to say.

"I loved it, sweetie. I loved every bit of it. And if you're open to it, I'd happily do it again, and more." I say to you. You get quiet, sensing that I have more to say. "I'll understand if you don't want more of it, and will accept your decision on the matter. But I do have an idea on how to proceed moving forward." I take a deep breath, look you deep in the eyes, smiling. "So here's the deal: I'm going to let you pick out any new clothes for me. As slutty as you want, and I'll wear it. But, what you buy me will replace what I already have. So if you buy me a new bikini, for example, will replace one of my older, more conservative bikinis. If you buy me a workout outfit, I'll wear it to the gym. Office attire I'll wear at work, you get the idea. It can be as slutty as you like and I'll wear it, no limits to that at all, but it will replace something. And when I wear one of those new outfits, I'll behave just as slutty as the outfit indicates." With that, you grin, clearly enjoying the idea, and quickly agree to it. I continue, "But from here on out, any sexual activity that you and I do is completely up to me. Not much of a change, but any time you attempt to initiate sex, you'll be punished. And the sluttier you make me dress, the less I'll be having sex with you, and the more I'll be having sex with other people." I see the look of anxiety on your face, but it's accompanied by something else. Very much lust, but something deeper, something darker.

Later that evening, I see that you're at your computer, and ask what you're up to. "Just doing a little shopping for you." You say as you stare at me. I wonder just what I've gotten myself into, but I'm looking forward to finding out.