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What else could a man want? Part 4 (The End)

On one especially pleasant day I was feeling especially horny. I asked Chastity, “How would you like to go shopping today?” “Sure!” What other response would you expect? “OK,” I said, “Put on your long-sleeved black dress, adorn that ‘Look at me!’ (LAM) attire, then go to the mall. Don’t come back without cum in your pussy!” That didn’t take much prodding. She went to the mall and came home about 4 hours later. “Well,” I asked.

This younger generation is filled with very daring individuals. Chastity wasn’t at the mall for 20 minutes when 2 young guys (about 18 – maybe) approached her and asked her if she had ever considered having wild sex with a couple of young guys. “All the time!” she replied. She ended up going with them to one of their houses and fucked them both silly. When she came home I sat on the end of the bed and had her slowly take her LAM outfit off while telling me every small detail of how the encounter went. As soon as they got indoors one of them started kissing her and feeling her tits while the other guy got on his knees and started licking her pussy. They took her dress off and immediately spit-roasted her. Both of them came in her pussy and after they were done she sucked their cocks until they both came again in her mouth. One of the guys (Gary) had a really big cock and she wanted to see him again so she gave him her number. She had not told them that her husband liked to watch her get fucked and really liked to fuck her while she still had cum dripping out of her pussy from the last guy(s) she fucked. So, when he called several days later she told him to come on over for some playtime. I answered the door when he arrived and he was both shocked and embarrassed. I quickly ensured him it was OK and invited him in. Chastity came downstairs in her “fuck me” outfit (that short black tank-top dress) and walked right up to him and started passionately kissing him. Then she said, “I know this is a bit of a shock but trust me, it is perfectly OK. For this first time you and I will go upstairs alone but next time my husband will at least watch us, if not join us. Is that OK with you?” He still seemed a little uncertain but finally agreed. They went upstairs and I could hear her begging him to fuck her like a whore. And, as promised, he shot a huge load of cum in her pussy so after he left I got to have my favorite thing to do.

Gary came back several more times and we got to the point where we would both fuck her at the same time. But I could tell that it was going to get old for her real quick so I came up with a new plan on how to keep it fresh and interesting. I told Gary that he could bring some friends with him and they could gangbang her, or, he could just send someone over to fuck her. Now that got real interesting. He would call and say, “Hey, I’m sending Jeff over to fuck Chastity.” I would just say, “OK, I’ll let her know.” When the guy arrived, she would be wearing her “fuck me” outfit and when he stepped in the door she just start kissing him without a word being spoken. After a few minutes of that she would say, “Gary told me to be a good whore for you. Would you like that? I’ll play my part but you have to play yours, you have to fuck me like a whore. And I hope you have a nice cock like Gary, and I hope you haven’t cum in the last couple of days so you have a lot of cum for me.” Then she would take him upstairs and fuck him good. After they left, I got to bat cleanup!

One of the local radio DJ’s had an annual one-week off-site broadcast, usually from a vacation spot like Hawaii or Mexico. This year it was in Puerto Vallarta and Chastity and I both went. We met up with a girl named Sandy that was also spectacular looking and had an incredible body. Chastity and her hit it off right from the start and spent a lot of time together at the pool. One night at around midnight, Sandy called our room and said that she had just been r*ped by this good-looking young guy from the group named John. I told her I would be right down to check on her. Chastity was already in bed and did not want to go so I went alone. When Sandy opened the door I could see that she looked a little “spent.” When I asked her what had happened she turned and went back to the bed and laid down on it. She was wearing nothing but a robe. When she laid down the robe opened slightly and I could see most of those fantastic tits. She started in with a very lame story of what happened, how John had forced his way on her, and I immediately got the impression that what she really wanted to see happen was just more of the same. Also, she was adamant that she did not want to report it. I said, “OK, you are going to have to walk me through this in order for me to totally understand what happened and how it happened. Let me guess, you probably had your makeup on didn’t you? Why don’t you go put some lipstick on so I can sense the mood! Also, I’ll bet you had high heels on too. Go ahead and put those on as well, in addition to the loop earrings I know you like to wear.” When she came out of the bathroom I stopped her just before entering the bedroom portion and gently pressed her against the wall. She looked stunning. I said, “I can see why he would want to fuck you. You are beautiful. However, I’m pretty sure you weren’t wearing that robe!” She let it slip off of her and it hit the floor. I put my hands on her hips and moved in a little closer. “Did he call you a good fucking whore?” I asked. “Yes,” was all she said. I went on, “Did he call you a dirty fucking whore?” “Yes,” she responded. “Well then, which is it? Are you a good fucking whore or are you a dirty fucking whore?” I asked. She just looked a little stunned and said, “I don’t know.” I answered, “Well then, let’s just settle on the common denominator, you are a fucking whore!” Then I gave her a passionate kiss that she readily accepted. After a few moments I pulled away and said, “Did he make you suck his cock?” “Yes,” she answered. Then I added, “Show me how he made you suck his cock!” She didn’t waste any time getting on her knees and pulling my cock out of my pants. “Go ahead you fucking whore, suck that cock like you own it!” I said. After a few minutes I asked, “Did he make you get on the bed and spread you legs so he could fuck you?” Well, you probably know the answer to that one. After I got my cock inside of her I asked, “Did he rough you up?” “Yes,” she said, “He slapped my tits and slapped me on the face.” “Like this!” I said, as I slapped her around for a few seconds. Then I fucked her in every position I could think of. To end this escapade I turned her back over into the missionary position, grabbed a handful of tit in one hand and slapped her with the other. “Sandy, you are a beautiful fucking, cocksucking whore. A nasty little cum-slut. Tonight, you me and Chastity are going to go out together where I will find at least 5 guys to come to our room afterwards and fuck both of you like the good little whores that you are. But first, today at lunch time I want to watch you and Chastity eat each other’s pussies. That will set the mood for what is to come later on.” And that is exactly what we did. I refrained from the lunchtime activity although I did watch, and later on that night we watched Chastity take the lead as soon as the room door closed, grabbing one guy and kissing him passionately. I kissed Sandy passionately at the same time. Three guys fucked Chastity while me and two other guys fucked Sandy. When we finished, we simply swapped sluts and went at it again.

As it turned out, the very next night Chastity and I went to a restaurant and John was there by himself. I paid out check early and kept an eye on when he was going to pay his. When he did and got up to leave, we followed. When we got outside he was getting into a cab and I asked if we could ride with him. When we got back to the hotel I told him we should buy him a drink at the bar as a ‘thank you’ for allowing us to share the cab. At the bar, I ordered 5 shots of Cuervo 1800. I gave one to Chastity first, then we all three had one. We engaged in some small talk for a while when I reached over and squeezed Chasity’s thigh 5 times. That was the signal for her to go to the restroom for 5 minutes. She excused herself and left John and I there alone. I told John, “Sandy called me the other night after you left her room and told me that you r*ped her.” “Bullshit!” was all he said. I answered, “It really doesn’t matter, I talked her out of reporting it, but it did bring up another interesting possibility.” “What is that?” he asked. “Well, as it turns out, Chastity likes to get r*ped, and, she thinks you are cute. Would you like to fuck her?” “No,” he said, I’m cool.” When Chastity came back from the restroom I put the last shot in front of her and said it was all her’s. She downed it without hesitation, but was already starting to slur her words. Then I said to her, “I asked John if he wanted to fuck you but he passed on it. I know how horny you get when you are drunk so why don’t you go up to the room, put on your “fuck me” outfit, and I’ll be up in about 10 minutes.” She reached over and kissed me then slid off the stool. She turned towards John and gave him a mildly passionate kiss with just a little tongue. She said, “Too bad, it would have been fun.” Then she turned and left. After she had left the bar I turned to John and said, “Do you like phone sex? Do you like to talk dirty?” “Yes,” he replied. I responded, “Well, here is the best part in case you change your mind.” I took a bar napkin and wrote out a note. I then told John that Chastity liked it really rough and that if he wanted to r*pe her he could, as long as he didn’t leave any marks on her. He asked if I would be in the room and I said “No,” but since I do like to watch I would be on the balcony so I could take the scene in. I handed him the note and told him to call our room and read the note to Chastity.” He picked up a house phone and dialed the room. When Chastity answered he read the note: “Chastity, this is John. I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to come up there and fuck you like the whore you are, and I hope you try to stop me so I can have an excuse to beat the shit out of you. Get that nasty little pussy ready you fucking slut, I’ll be up in 5 minutes.”

We went up to the room and knocked on the door. Chastity opened it wearing her “fuck me” outfit and had fixed her makeup. She was stunning. We walked in and shut the door. I immediately grabbed Chastity by the back of the hair and slapped her. Then I grabbed her dress straps and pulled them down, exposing her tits. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall and said, “If you don’t make this guy cum in your pussy then I am going to be the one to beat the shit out of you.” With that I slapped her again then roughly pushed her towards John. He slapped her again and pushed her towards the bed. He started taking his clothes off as I stepped out onto the balcony. He really laid into her. He fucked her in every position imaginable. He roughed her up pretty good and when he came inside of her, he made her lick the cum off of his cock. After that he got dressed and left without ever acknowledging me. I went back inside the room and told her to not touch the cum but fix her lipstick. When she came out of the bathroom, I r*ped her again.

The next day we were on a chartered flight home so the plane was filled with some of the same people we had met during the week, including a couple of guys who had participated in the orgy. Never one to let a good opportunity for kinky sex go by, I arranged for those guys to meet Chastity in the lavatory and fill her pussy with cum one last time before we got home. When we landed there were smiles all around.

All of these sex games were fun, but as is the case with all fantasies, after living them for some time they become stale. This caused us to get creative on how we would recruit strangers into our kinky escapades. One was a game we played on how long it would take Chastity to meet a guy and get him to take her to his room (or car) for fun and games. I would run the stopwatch and keep track on the records. To Chastity’s credit, she knew how to “go for the throat” so to speak.

We were at an upscale hotel near the airport where we knew a lot of business men would be during the week. As usual, Chastity was wearing her “Look at m!” (LAM) attire and, as usual, was so stunning that men were reluctant to approach her so we did not hide that we were together. Not a problem. Chastity would simply go up to someone at the bar and tell them that she wanted to dance and that her husband didn’t like to, so would he do her a favor and dance with her. This approach never failed. But, as soon as they got on the dance floor (and it was always a slow dance) she would put her arms around his neck, press those fantastic tits against his chest, then reach up and whisper in his ear, “I can tell by the way you look at me that you want to fuck me in the mouth! Do you have a room here, or a car outside?” followed by a mild passionate kiss. And that is how she set the record of 25 seconds on the dance floor before walking out the door to get fucked. Sometimes, if she was in the mood for rough stuff, she would ask if her husband could come watch. No one ever refused.

I could go on about the many times she fucked a stranger, or that she willingly played that part of Gary’s whore, but to tell you the truth – it is just more of the same. What I really want to do at this point is answer the question I put forth in Part 1: “Why do men like to watch their women have sex with other men?” I have actually talked to a couple of psychiatric types in the past and their answer to the question is always the same, “Men use that as an excuse to have sex with other women.” Well, that may be partially true but I really am surprised at the lack of depth these professionals display in addressing an age-old practice.

Before I explain my perspective on the issue let me make this disclaimer: This is my personal theory, based on personal experiences and the personal experiences of several men that have opened up to me and discuss the topic. I do not claim that it is the case, or even similar, to what other men desire. Having said that, most men would never admit to what I will tell you here, but if you could ever dig deep into their minds you might just find the common denominator: Childhood.

As an adolescent, when I discovered sex and the joys of masturbating, I would do like most boys and sneak a look at any Playboy or Hustler magazines I could find. I dreamed of being with these women and kissing those beautiful lips, fondling those magnificent tits, and putting my cock inside those luscious pussies. But I was shy and very much an introvert around other kids, especially girls. I was never part of any clique or social group, I was very much a loner. I was socially awkward and may actually have suffered a mild case of Asperger’s Syndrome. So instead of having sex at a relatively young age of say 13 to 15, I did not fuck for the first time until I was 18. In those preceding (and frustrating) years I developed a rather strange thought – I wondered what it would be like to be a girl. Not the total girl thing, and not as a transsexual, but what it would be like to have sex with just about anyone you wanted to have sex with at any time. In those adolescent years, any girl could get fucked in a heart beat by any one of a multiple of boys she knew. Wow, wouldn’t that be great to be able to satisfy this overbearing sexual frustration? When I discovered the concept of prostitutes the fantasy progressed; wouldn’t it be great to be a hooker and have sex every day and get paid for it as well. And, as is the case of most men, that is how my infatuation with hookers started. As I grew older, and got married, that fantasy still occupied a prevalent place in my mind. If I was out of town on a business trip I would seek out a hooker for some wild sex, but this became problematic in that it was expensive (you can only write off so many blowjobs as a business expense of “meals for others”) and possibly posses some health risk that I may take back and give to my wife by accident (which I did once). So how do you fulfill this infatuation with hookers in a safe manner? Well, if I can’t be a whore I simply experience it, vicariously, through my wife. When she acts like a whore I am actually feeling, and experiencing, much of the same sensations that I dreamed about all those years, starting out as a socially awkward and frustrated adolescent.

When I hear discussions of transsexuals I can actually see and feel their sexual frustrations and what path they chose to deal with it. Instead of living the life of a whore vicariously through their partner, they went “all in” and chose to actually become the other sex. Obviously, this only applies to men who become female. When females become males I do not pretend to understand what their thinking or motivation is, I am no professional and have no real experience in that area. But I do understand a adolescent male’s sexual frustration and how that can lead to any one of several behavior modifications – because I lived it.

Since the SLS site is a magnet for people of the same sexual desires, I would like to hear from anyone who identifies with this concept, or even anyone who thinks it is bullshit. I am on the SLS site under the same username. I would love to hear from you.