Wife Writing Part 1
The greater part of this story takes place during the last eight months. Yet, to fully understand how this all came to be one needs some background. David, now fifty, and Lori, forty seven were married twenty five years ago. They met during the summer of the year David graduated from a west coast college with his MBA in business and she had just finished her third year of college at a Midwestern State College.
It was a ‘love at first sight' type of romance and a whirlwind courtship. He had an offer from a west coast start up company and was headed to the Silicone Valley. He was madly in love with her and proposed marriage, saying they could wait a year until she finished her final year at college.
Lori said she did not care to finish college, couldn't bear to be apart from him and wanted to come to California. After much discussion they quickly put together a small wedding with just their close families in attendance. David found it strange, Lori had no college friends at her wedding, let alone in it. Her sister and cousins made up the bridesmaids. When he questioned her she said she had no college friends and changed the subject.
Lori, a slim shortish brunette, was a shy girl when he first met her at a family party. His family lived in the Chicago suburbs, as did hers, but they had attended different schools and met when mutual acquaintances of their parents had a garden party. One wouldn't call her sexy or beautiful, nor would ugly or homely fit. She was like most coeds, average. Greg, like Lori, was another average looking student at the California College he attended. The women at the party spread the word that he was quite a catch with a promising future in the new computer industry. He fell head over heels in love and to him she was beautiful.
Since their first date they had been very passionate yet they never went beyond heavy petting. Lori told him she felt he was special and wanted to wait for the right time before they had sex. They both knew each other was experienced sexually but she was insistent her other liaisons had been without love and meaningless. She did not want to spoil their relationship.
One week before their marriage she told him she had to speak with him about something that was troubling her. She said it was best to let him know now before the wedding. In an obvious emotional state she told David things about her college life.
"You know I love you," she paused, "well, I haven't been entirely honest about college."
"What do you mean, Lori. Nothing you can say will change my love for you," he whispered.
"You know I had a few boyfriends at school, well this is stupid, but one night I got drunk and we had our initials tattooed on our asses. I have a little heart on my butt with the initials CS, for Curt Stevens, I am so embarrassed."
David laughed, "Listen, if that's the stupidest thing you have done, don't worry. We both had lovers in college, but now, you are the only person I will ever really love. We promised to be honest and true to each other." He pulled her to him and gently kissed her forehead.
He asked to see the tattoo and she pulled her shorts and panties down just enough to show the high part of her right ass cheek. He saw a small half dollar sized heart with an arrow through it and the letters CS in the center. This was before the use of lasers made tattoo removal easy. They decided to go to a local parlor and see if the artist could change the CS to a DF. The artist told David it would not work but suggested he color the inside of the heart in red and that would blot out the initials. They agreed and after he finished, it appeared as though Lori only had a red heart. If you were very close you could see a faint outline of the initials because the red colors were not identical. David did not mind since no one, even her Doctor would ever get that close. No one except himself. In fact he found it strangely exciting. He thought of her and this boyfriend whenever he saw the heart.
A close high school friend of David's attended the same college as Lori. David ran into his friend at a local hang out and they were talking about what had been going on since they left high school. David mentioned his soon to be wife, Lori and asked if his friend knew her. He told David he knew of her but didn't know her. When David asked what he meant his friend said she dated one of the basketball players and rumors around school were the players were pretty wild. David asked his friend what that meant and he said he really didn't know because he was never ‘cool' enough to go to those parties. He seemed vague and nervous.
The friend asked David if he remembered Sam Philips. Sam graduated a year before them and received a basketball scholarship to his college. His friend said maybe Sam knew about what went on because he was on the team, though he was mainly a bench warmer. David remembered; Sam was well known at high school, though he didn't know him personally. David dropped the subject, having no reason or desire to go behind Lori's back to find out her history. The past was just that, the past.
Well, fast forward twenty three years. Their marriage was in every sense a success; they had two sons and David had done very well in the computer industry. David was a vice president at a company in the Bay Area and though not filthy rich he was well off.
The first few years of their marriage was a sexual wonderland for them both. They loved each other deeply and were adventurous in their lovemaking. Lori would dress sexily for David and they experimented in all types of sex. Every room of their first apartment was the site of their passion. He knew she was experienced, especially with oral sex but whenever he asked Lori about her experiences she would change the subject or simply ignore David. He pressed her, early in their marriage and they had quite an argument over it. David decided to leave it alone and never brought the subject up again.
As things go in life, and often in marriages, changes occurred slowly over the years. Children came into the picture and their time and freedom was curtailed. David moved up the corporate ladder and along with that came more hours of work and less time at home and even less time doing the athletic things that kept him in shape. No more pick up basketball games and trips to the gym and racquetball court lessened and finally came to a halt.
At forty eight years David was fifty pounds heavier than his wedding day weight. He now wore glasses and though still a loving husband the fire in their marriage had dimmed. Lori on the other hand, even after two children had kept her shape. She of course, did not have all the pressures of her husband and made a point of finding the time to visit the gym often.
After finishing breast feeding their second son she was unhappy with how her breasts had lost some of their firmness and ‘perkiness'. Though David assured her he loved her as she was she went ahead with breast implants. Not to please her husband, though he certainly was, but for her own self esteem. Now she was able to wear the clothes she wanted and was proud to be one of the only mother's at the club house who felt comfortable in a two piece bathing suit. She had enlarged her breasts to a size 34C, bigger than when in college.
Now they made love, but it was rarely spontaneous and always in their bedroom. If David ever felt horny and approached his wife she would always put off his advances until they were in the bedroom. She would never deny him; she truly loved him, but the spark was gone.
One night David, feeling a bit randy, tried to persuade Lori to give him a blow job in their kitchen. The kids were gone and there was little chance of discovery. Lori playfully refused his advances and when he didn't let up she finally lost her temper.
"Listen, I use to love to drop down on my knees and give you head...anywhere. It is different now, people our age do not do things like they did when they were young. Besides, in those days when I would look up with your cock in my mouth I'd see your sexy eyes. Now I see your belly!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt sorry. His eyes showed the hurt, and it hurt because it was true. He certainly knew he wasn't sexy anymore. He also knew if Lori were fifty pounds heavier, maybe he wouldn't be horny as much.
Feeling sorry she gave him a sexy smile and whispered, "If you drop those fifty pounds I'll do whatever, and I mean whatever you want one night a month. And every month as long as you keep the weight off."
David angrily walked away and never mentioned sex in the kitchen again. Nor did he go on a diet; he felt he was too old to change.
Perhaps, if not for the following event, their life would have gone on pretty much as it was. Yet sometimes one small occurrence can set a chain reaction of events that has a large impact on one's life. In this case it was a summer thunderstorm in the Midwest about sixteen months ago.
David had been in New York for business and his connecting flight and all others, out of Chicago O'Hare airport had been canceled due to the storm. He called his office and Lori telling them it would be hours before they allowed flights out. Being a first class traveler he went to the Ambassador club and sat at the bar.
Sitting to his left was another stranded flyer nursing a beer. He looked vaguely familiar to David, but he could not place him. After about fifteen minutes the bartender, looking at this man's credit card spoke.
"Can I get you another beer, Mr. Philips?" The bartender acknowledged the slight affirmative head nod and went to pull another draft from the tap.
David looked a little closer and noticed the man was tall, maybe six foot three or four. He looked to be about David's age, though in better shape. Sitting on the bar next to the man was an alumni pamphlet from the college Lori went to.
"Excuse me, sorry to bother you," David made eye contact as the man looked up from his fresh beer, "but you seem familiar. Are you Sam Philips?"
"Yeah, do I know you?" his voice wasn't angry, just that of someone who was tired of airports and waiting.
"Not really, I know you, well, I was the year behind you at Roosevelt High and I watched you play basketball till you graduated and went to State, wasn't it? You were the best player at Roosevelt, I think ever."
The man smiled slowly, enjoying reliving his glory days and seemed to perk up a bit.
"We took state championships two years straight. What did you say your name was?" He reached out, offering his hand for a handshake.
David gripped it and introduced himself. They talked about high school and the games. Sam enjoyed hearing and talking about his part on the team. He set many individual school records which still stand today. After awhile David bought him a beer and asked about college ball at State. Sam explained their team never played to their potential and was always just short of breaking loose.
David remembered his friend who went to State telling David about the parties the team had and how Lori had dated one of the players. He thought he would try and get some info out of Sam. He knew the best way was through Sam's ego.
"I had a friend from Roosevelt who went to State. He went to all the games and felt the coach had something against you. He felt they didn't play you enough."
David could see Sam's chest swell as he was able to add to his reason's why the coach had it out for him. After talking for over thirty minutes David decided it was time to press things.
"Sam, my Buddy told me the basketball team had some parties back then. Wild girls and such. Is that so?"
"Well, Dave," he had introduced himself as David but didn't correct Sam's use of the name he didn't care for, "you're friend is right about that. I swear, there was one girl, I wish I could remember her name, but anyway, she was a total slut. She dated Frank Mackenzie, he was the star forward. Not sure if you remember him; got drafted by Detroit but blew out his knee before he ever made it to the pros."
"Well Frank and I were tight, being the only white guys on the team we became close friends. Now, mind you I got along with the brothers all right but me and Frank hit it off. All of us lived in the same fraternity, Alpha Omega."
"Well Frank had this girlfriend, she was a year younger than us. We called her Cum Slut." his voiced lowered and he looked around to be sure he didn't offend anyone. "She was a cute girl, not beautiful, but nice. You wouldn't expect someone like her to act the way she did. If I knew now...you know that saying. I have been in a few D/s relationships these last twenty years. I didn't know it then, but she was one of the most submissive women I have ever met."
"Sorry Frank, I've heard of D/S and S & M, but to tell you the truth I'm not sure what the difference is," David replied.
"Well, they are both about power. Giving it up and being in control. S & M is power, but it is also about pain. Dominance and submission can be about pain or just about someone giving up control to someone else. They get turned on sexually by being made to do things. In this girl's case she got off on being told what to do, being humiliated and degraded."
"Hey, this isn't probably good for a fat old fart like me, but tell me about her. What was so special about her?"
Sam laughed and continued, "You keep popping for the beers and I'll keep talking, now I remember. Her name was Laurel or Lorna. Something like that."
David felt a stirring in his cock and wondered if he was talking about his wife. Sam went on to say after the first few months of dating his buddy, Frank started putting demands on his girlfriend. He would openly fondle her and talk dirty about her in front of his friends. He would tell them how he was training her to be a great cocksucker. She would just stand there and get red in the face. But if you looked at her nipples they would get hard as little erasers.
"Towards he end of the first year he had pretty much exploited her submissive nature," explained Sam. "She would allow Frank to use her both privately and publicly as he wished."
The stories and beers continued. David, now was afraid to find out if this girl Sam was talking about was in fact his wife. This was much more than young sexual experimentation, but rather the exploits of a woman who had no self esteem and was a complete slut. Sam described how she would orally service any of Frank's friends and was often made to degrade herself. Often naked at parties she would masturbate to entertain the boys of the fraternity and though her pussy was Frank's alone her mouth was available to any frat brother who asked, at any time.
During rush week Frank arranged for her to rush the most exclusive sorority on campus. Everyone there was connected to old money and were the beauties of the campus. Frank was close to one of the more evil of the sisters. The girl thought only Frank's frat brother's knew of her exploits, but in reality most on campus knew her as the Cum Slut.
She was told to join the sorority she needed to be initiated. They told her all the girls had gone through this rite of passage and after a few drinks she acquiesced. Shots of tequila were set up and each Sorority Sister gave their boyfriend a shot glass. The boys would go by themselves into another room and jerk off into the shot glass. These sisters were not the kind of girls who openly displayed sexual acts and would not tarnish their reputations by accompanying their beaus into the room to assist in ‘the milking', as they referred to it.
Soon there were twelve shot glasses filled with various amounts of spunk, cum, jizz or in technical terms, sperm. They lined them up in threes and told their pledge she needed to drink three followed by a shot of tequila. This would be repeated four times until she had emptied all the vessels.
The booze, the shouting of the girls, the desire to become a member of the sorority and finally Frank's persistence spurred this twenty year old girl on. She completed the task to the amazement of the debutantes who all kept tissue at their sides to dispense any fluids, when and if they ever had oral sex.
Once done the room went silent, except for the quiet snickers and giggles of the twelve girls. Sam continued, shaking his head. Next, as Frank had described to Sam, Frank told the group the last part of the initiation was for her to drink from the source. Frank, never shy or embarrassed by his manhood, unzipped his pants and pulled out his good sized cock.
He looked into the scared eyes of his drunk and confused girlfriend and told her to get on her knees. After a slight pause, the submissive and naive girl dropped in front of her lover and trusted friend. She, knowing what was expected, gave one of her best blow jobs, wishing in her perverted fog to impress these rich Debs. When Frank came she was ordered to hold the cum in her mouth until everyone could see the prodigious amount deposited. She then swallowed and stood proudly asking if she passed the test. To her horror, all, including her so called love, erupted into laughter. She was told in no uncertain terms she would never be a member of their clique, for they did not associate with Cum Sluts. She ran from the room in tears.
David nestled his beer in his hand and ordered another round. The public address announcer had just informed everyone the weather was clearing and flight times would be posted. Both David and Sam found they had an hour or so before they would board.
David looking up from his beer, spoke, "So tell me, was that it for her. You know, the Cum Slut. Did she ever see Frank again after such a horrible prank?"
"You know, pal, I would have thought so. Like you, I figured Frank had gone over the line; he had taken the role of dominate and broken the unspoken agreement between a Dom and a sub," Sam looked into David's eyes and continued, "there should be limits and trust established in this kind of arrangement and you don't betray your partner!"
David's mouth hung open as he silently wished he was on his plane and didn't know if this woman, very possibly his wife, continued with her abasement.
He stammered, "she seriously continued seeing this, this," he felt his anger rise, "asshole?"
"Hey, take it easy man. This was years ago and I honestly believe she got off on all of it. Listen let's call it quits, I didn't expect you to get so emotional." Sam picked up his beer and started to slide off the bar stool.
"Hold it Sam. I'm sorry. Like I said I guess I probably lived a pretty vanilla college life compared to others." He smiled, "I guess, I studied and worked a job to help pay for school. Go figure! We got some more time and I think I will go crazy if I don't hear how this ends."
Sam smiled and said he understood. Any story with sex and sluts was better than reading old newspapers in a terminal. He continued with the story. This girl made an effort to leave Frank. She refused to return his calls and avoided him on campus. She pretty much avoided everyone on campus, because the news of her exploits spread quickly. Whenever she walked around the small college town she had to endure the snickering and pointing of people she didn't even know.
Frank had pretty much gone on with his life, never really being at a loss for female company. One night Sam and Frank and some of the boys were sitting around watching a ball game on the tube when one of the freshmen came into the room and told Frank he had a visitor.
When she came into the room everything went quiet. She was dressed in a skirt and sweater with ankle socks and Keds. She looked like the proverbial lamb in the lion's den. Frank asked her what she wanted, barely acknowledging her presence as he continued to watch the game. She asked to speak with him in private and Sam told David he will always remember this night almost verbatim. It still gives him the creeps.
"Please, Frank," she implored, "I need to talk with you. I, I miss you."
"If you needed to talk, you should have answered my phone calls. I would have given you a chance to apologize then." His eyes locked onto hers and she visibly shivered.
"Apologize? Frank, what you did to me...I shouldn't be the one saying their sorry. I'm the laughing stock of...Oh, never mind. Please can we talk alone?"
Frank stood and walked over to the television and turned it off. He turned around and everyone saw the evil smile on his face. The tension in the room could be felt.
"Cum Slut. I hear that is your name on the campus. Well, Cum Slut, if you want to be back with me it has to be on my terms and mine alone. Otherwise leave. There are plenty of girls, better looking than you, " he paused and grabbed his crotch as he continued, "that want this."
Sam said he and the other guys darted glances at each other wondering if anyone was brave enough to tell their buddy things had gone far enough. But, Sam said, with some guilt in his voice they all wanted to see how the hand would play out.
"Well?" he crossed his arms and stared at the girl cowering across the room from him.
"I'll, yes I'll...but lets go in your room...anything, but not here. Please."
"Tell my friends what you are. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them what a stupid cunt you are and how sorry you embarrassed me in front of the sorority girls." He had a cold stare, "or leave."
"I'm a cum slut. I'm Frank's cum slut, his stupid,' she stuttered on the word that demeans women to the core, "cunt. I am sorry I embarrassed you."
"And you will write a letter to the sorority girls apologizes for leaving their party so abruptly. Won't you?"
Without a trace of resistance in her body she shook her head in agreement. Frank smiled and told her to strip then and there. She had been naked in front of his frat buddies before so she slowly removed her clothes. When she was naked except for her tennies as Frank spoke.
"Rule one. No bra or panties on campus. Except when on the rag, during which time you may wear red panties. If any of my frat brothers or I see you on campus, you will prove your compliance with the rules. We will, NOT you, determine what place is discrete enough for an inspection. Understand?"
She shook her head. Her nipples were standing erect in the warmth of the room.
"Rule two. No hair on your cunt."
"Rule three. When you arrive at the fraternity you will strip in the entry way and put on my basketball Jersey and the collar and leash which you will buy tomorrow at the pet store." Pushing his dominance he added, "No matter who is here, you will strip in the entry."
"Rule four. Any of the men in this room,'"his hand swept through the air pointing towards the six other men in the room, "if they say ‘kneel' to you, you will stop whatever you are doing and drop to your knees and suck their cocks. If outside of this house, you will follow them to wherever they feel it is safe for you to blow them. You will, " he smiled, "be sure to swallow all they offer and thank them. They are not allowed to fuck you. Your cunt is mine. Understand."
Tears were flowing down her face as she sobbed, but everyone in the room could smell the musky odor of her pussy and the wetness was obvious. She shook her head in agreement.
"One last thing before I forgive you, Cum Slut. Guys get in the van." Frank headed towards the garage and passing the laundry area he grabbed a dirty smelly T-shirt one of the guys wore to practice. He threw it at her and followed his friends to the van.
When she walked into the garage the sleeveless shirt hung past her thighs. The cut out arms displayed the sides of her tits and when she got into the van the smell of sweat and pussy filled the room. They drove to the seedier part of town and stopped at a tattoo parlor. Frank left for a few minutes and returned, sliding open the van door and telling his friends and her to come inside.
Once inside they found the place empty, considering how late it was. The only person there was a bearded, painted man. Images and colors ran up his arms and across his chest. He wore a leather vest and faded jeans. If you looked up ‘Biker' in the dictionary, you'd expect to find his picture there. A smoke hung from his lip and he smiled when he viewed the girl.
"So this is the Cum Slut?" he spoke to no one in particular.
Frank told her to remove the shirt, which she did. Glad in a way to get away from the stink. The artist eyed the naked girl and told her to lie across his table. Rather than laying as one would expect he had her lie ninety degrees to the long end of the table. Her feet, still on the ground were tied to the table legs, forcing her legs apart. A strap was placed across her waist forcing her stomach and tits against the old leather of the table. Her arms were then tied to the other side of the table.
She felt so vulnerable and exposed. She knew why she was here. Frank was going to mark her. Mark her as his property and she didn't care. She was in such a state that she would have allowed anything to happen. She heard Frank and the Biker whisper about what Frank wanted. After a few minutes she heard a chair being pulled up behind her and she knew this stranger was now sitting close behind her displayed ass and pussy. His hands rubbed her ass and she felt an alcohol wipe disinfecting the area on the top of her right ass cheek.
Frank spoke loud enough for all to hear. "While Cum Slut gets her little gift, we may as well keep her occupied. Guys, line up and use her mouth. I want you all to fuck her mouth like the cunt it is. Even though she loves to eat cum I want you to pull out and cum on her slut face. Tell the boys it is ok."
Strapped to the table with the prickly pain of the tattoo artist's needle working on her ass and the juice of her pussy dripping down her legs she wanted this as much as Frank. Somehow she felt she deserved this and her abasement fueled her excitement.
"Please. Fuck my cunt mouth. Use my mouth, no it's not a mouth, it's my talking cunt. Use it and cum all over my face. Please."
Soon cocks were out and the six frat brothers felt no remorse or embarrassment towards her any longer; they felt only lust and the need to release it. Sam said by the time his turn came up her face and hair were drenched in sweat and cum. He, like the others finished quickly and waited for her thank you. It took another twenty minutes to finish the job and she laid there while their discharge dripped from her face to the floor.
When finished the artist called Frank over and the artist smiled when Frank thanked him for such a good job. He told him he could be paid or use her mouth. The Biker walked around to her face and unleashed his throbbing cock. As she sucked she felt a presence behind her and soon she felt Frank cock enter her sopping cunt. She came, then she came again and again.
David looked at Sam and they both felt a bond, rather a kinship towards each other. Like kids sneaking peeks at dirty magazines they had entered an erotic alliance in the airport.
As they ordered their last beer together Sam spoke.
"I will tell you, she was something else. From that day forward until our junior year she was a college kid's wet dream. Anything Frank asked, she did. I have never had so many blowjobs in my life. Now," he smiled, "I get one on my birthday."
"What happened to her?" asked David.
"Well, she was suppose to come back our senior year and the story goes she met someone and got married. Lucky guy. Frank found out where she was and drove to see her on her wedding day. Somehow he sweet talked one of the bridesmaids to give her a note. She told her sister, I think it was, she needed to talk to Frank. That he was an old boyfriend she needed to say good bye to. Well I guess the sister snuck him into the room in the hall where she was waiting as the guests arrived."
"And?"
"And, he made her give him her panties. He then told me he had her kneel down in her wedding dress and suck him off. He told her he wanted her first kiss as a married woman to be laced with his cum."
David could feel his cock harden even more. Lori had told him she removed her panties to surprise him when he removed her garter at the reception. Could it be. Was this girl really Lori? No wonder she never talked about her college days. He felt mad for a moment because they always prided themselves on their honesty. Oh well, technically this all happened before they made their vows. Even if it was her, which he doubted. How could she hide those desires all these years. He smiled to himself; at least it is a story he will always remember.
"Well, Sam it was nice talking with you, " he winked, "you've given me something to fantasize about."
"That's for sure. It has been years since I thought about her. You know, well you probably don't know, but Frank died . Yeah, it was, I think, it has to have been three years now. Car accident. Poor bastard died alone and in debt. I don't think there was four other people there besides me for the funeral." He sighed, "Not even the frat brothers. Oh, well what goes around, comes around, I guess."
They started to announce the boarding for Sam's plane and as he was gathering up his bags he added, " I saw him the year before he died and it seems the bastard made an effort to see her, damn near every year. Usually on the wedding anniversary or close. He'd show up and fuck her."
" He even told her to get her boobs done. They had started to sag after she had kids. Can you imagine this guy's arrogance? On her tenth anniversary he brought three friends and they gang banged her at her home while her husband was waiting at the restaurant."
They shook hands and David stood there as Sam walked towards his gate. It couldn't be Lori. They promised to never lie to each other. No matter what! David tried to remember their tenth but nothing unusual came to mind. He knew it wasn't her but something was itching at him and he had to know.
He ran after Sam and caught him at the gate.
"Sam, the tattoo."
Sam, looking annoyed and ready to travel kept walking towards the gate.
"The tattoo. What did it look like? Do you remember?'"
"I don't know, what's it matter. Thanks for the beers, " he waved his hand and then stopped and turned, "Oh, now I remember. It was a little red heart with the letters CS in the center. You know, for Cum Slut. Good bye."
The greater part of this story takes place during the last eight months. Yet, to fully understand how this all came to be one needs some background. David, now fifty, and Lori, forty seven were married twenty five years ago. They met during the summer of the year David graduated from a west coast college with his MBA in business and she had just finished her third year of college at a Midwestern State College.
It was a ‘love at first sight' type of romance and a whirlwind courtship. He had an offer from a west coast start up company and was headed to the Silicone Valley. He was madly in love with her and proposed marriage, saying they could wait a year until she finished her final year at college.
Lori said she did not care to finish college, couldn't bear to be apart from him and wanted to come to California. After much discussion they quickly put together a small wedding with just their close families in attendance. David found it strange, Lori had no college friends at her wedding, let alone in it. Her sister and cousins made up the bridesmaids. When he questioned her she said she had no college friends and changed the subject.
Lori, a slim shortish brunette, was a shy girl when he first met her at a family party. His family lived in the Chicago suburbs, as did hers, but they had attended different schools and met when mutual acquaintances of their parents had a garden party. One wouldn't call her sexy or beautiful, nor would ugly or homely fit. She was like most coeds, average. Greg, like Lori, was another average looking student at the California College he attended. The women at the party spread the word that he was quite a catch with a promising future in the new computer industry. He fell head over heels in love and to him she was beautiful.
Since their first date they had been very passionate yet they never went beyond heavy petting. Lori told him she felt he was special and wanted to wait for the right time before they had sex. They both knew each other was experienced sexually but she was insistent her other liaisons had been without love and meaningless. She did not want to spoil their relationship.
One week before their marriage she told him she had to speak with him about something that was troubling her. She said it was best to let him know now before the wedding. In an obvious emotional state she told David things about her college life.
"You know I love you," she paused, "well, I haven't been entirely honest about college."
"What do you mean, Lori. Nothing you can say will change my love for you," he whispered.
"You know I had a few boyfriends at school, well this is stupid, but one night I got drunk and we had our initials tattooed on our asses. I have a little heart on my butt with the initials CS, for Curt Stevens, I am so embarrassed."
David laughed, "Listen, if that's the stupidest thing you have done, don't worry. We both had lovers in college, but now, you are the only person I will ever really love. We promised to be honest and true to each other." He pulled her to him and gently kissed her forehead.
He asked to see the tattoo and she pulled her shorts and panties down just enough to show the high part of her right ass cheek. He saw a small half dollar sized heart with an arrow through it and the letters CS in the center. This was before the use of lasers made tattoo removal easy. They decided to go to a local parlor and see if the artist could change the CS to a DF. The artist told David it would not work but suggested he color the inside of the heart in red and that would blot out the initials. They agreed and after he finished, it appeared as though Lori only had a red heart. If you were very close you could see a faint outline of the initials because the red colors were not identical. David did not mind since no one, even her Doctor would ever get that close. No one except himself. In fact he found it strangely exciting. He thought of her and this boyfriend whenever he saw the heart.
A close high school friend of David's attended the same college as Lori. David ran into his friend at a local hang out and they were talking about what had been going on since they left high school. David mentioned his soon to be wife, Lori and asked if his friend knew her. He told David he knew of her but didn't know her. When David asked what he meant his friend said she dated one of the basketball players and rumors around school were the players were pretty wild. David asked his friend what that meant and he said he really didn't know because he was never ‘cool' enough to go to those parties. He seemed vague and nervous.
The friend asked David if he remembered Sam Philips. Sam graduated a year before them and received a basketball scholarship to his college. His friend said maybe Sam knew about what went on because he was on the team, though he was mainly a bench warmer. David remembered; Sam was well known at high school, though he didn't know him personally. David dropped the subject, having no reason or desire to go behind Lori's back to find out her history. The past was just that, the past.
Well, fast forward twenty three years. Their marriage was in every sense a success; they had two sons and David had done very well in the computer industry. David was a vice president at a company in the Bay Area and though not filthy rich he was well off.
The first few years of their marriage was a sexual wonderland for them both. They loved each other deeply and were adventurous in their lovemaking. Lori would dress sexily for David and they experimented in all types of sex. Every room of their first apartment was the site of their passion. He knew she was experienced, especially with oral sex but whenever he asked Lori about her experiences she would change the subject or simply ignore David. He pressed her, early in their marriage and they had quite an argument over it. David decided to leave it alone and never brought the subject up again.
As things go in life, and often in marriages, changes occurred slowly over the years. Children came into the picture and their time and freedom was curtailed. David moved up the corporate ladder and along with that came more hours of work and less time at home and even less time doing the athletic things that kept him in shape. No more pick up basketball games and trips to the gym and racquetball court lessened and finally came to a halt.
At forty eight years David was fifty pounds heavier than his wedding day weight. He now wore glasses and though still a loving husband the fire in their marriage had dimmed. Lori on the other hand, even after two children had kept her shape. She of course, did not have all the pressures of her husband and made a point of finding the time to visit the gym often.
After finishing breast feeding their second son she was unhappy with how her breasts had lost some of their firmness and ‘perkiness'. Though David assured her he loved her as she was she went ahead with breast implants. Not to please her husband, though he certainly was, but for her own self esteem. Now she was able to wear the clothes she wanted and was proud to be one of the only mother's at the club house who felt comfortable in a two piece bathing suit. She had enlarged her breasts to a size 34C, bigger than when in college.
Now they made love, but it was rarely spontaneous and always in their bedroom. If David ever felt horny and approached his wife she would always put off his advances until they were in the bedroom. She would never deny him; she truly loved him, but the spark was gone.
One night David, feeling a bit randy, tried to persuade Lori to give him a blow job in their kitchen. The kids were gone and there was little chance of discovery. Lori playfully refused his advances and when he didn't let up she finally lost her temper.
"Listen, I use to love to drop down on my knees and give you head...anywhere. It is different now, people our age do not do things like they did when they were young. Besides, in those days when I would look up with your cock in my mouth I'd see your sexy eyes. Now I see your belly!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt sorry. His eyes showed the hurt, and it hurt because it was true. He certainly knew he wasn't sexy anymore. He also knew if Lori were fifty pounds heavier, maybe he wouldn't be horny as much.
Feeling sorry she gave him a sexy smile and whispered, "If you drop those fifty pounds I'll do whatever, and I mean whatever you want one night a month. And every month as long as you keep the weight off."
David angrily walked away and never mentioned sex in the kitchen again. Nor did he go on a diet; he felt he was too old to change.
Perhaps, if not for the following event, their life would have gone on pretty much as it was. Yet sometimes one small occurrence can set a chain reaction of events that has a large impact on one's life. In this case it was a summer thunderstorm in the Midwest about sixteen months ago.
David had been in New York for business and his connecting flight and all others, out of Chicago O'Hare airport had been canceled due to the storm. He called his office and Lori telling them it would be hours before they allowed flights out. Being a first class traveler he went to the Ambassador club and sat at the bar.
Sitting to his left was another stranded flyer nursing a beer. He looked vaguely familiar to David, but he could not place him. After about fifteen minutes the bartender, looking at this man's credit card spoke.
"Can I get you another beer, Mr. Philips?" The bartender acknowledged the slight affirmative head nod and went to pull another draft from the tap.
David looked a little closer and noticed the man was tall, maybe six foot three or four. He looked to be about David's age, though in better shape. Sitting on the bar next to the man was an alumni pamphlet from the college Lori went to.
"Excuse me, sorry to bother you," David made eye contact as the man looked up from his fresh beer, "but you seem familiar. Are you Sam Philips?"
"Yeah, do I know you?" his voice wasn't angry, just that of someone who was tired of airports and waiting.
"Not really, I know you, well, I was the year behind you at Roosevelt High and I watched you play basketball till you graduated and went to State, wasn't it? You were the best player at Roosevelt, I think ever."
The man smiled slowly, enjoying reliving his glory days and seemed to perk up a bit.
"We took state championships two years straight. What did you say your name was?" He reached out, offering his hand for a handshake.
David gripped it and introduced himself. They talked about high school and the games. Sam enjoyed hearing and talking about his part on the team. He set many individual school records which still stand today. After awhile David bought him a beer and asked about college ball at State. Sam explained their team never played to their potential and was always just short of breaking loose.
David remembered his friend who went to State telling David about the parties the team had and how Lori had dated one of the players. He thought he would try and get some info out of Sam. He knew the best way was through Sam's ego.
"I had a friend from Roosevelt who went to State. He went to all the games and felt the coach had something against you. He felt they didn't play you enough."
David could see Sam's chest swell as he was able to add to his reason's why the coach had it out for him. After talking for over thirty minutes David decided it was time to press things.
"Sam, my Buddy told me the basketball team had some parties back then. Wild girls and such. Is that so?"
"Well, Dave," he had introduced himself as David but didn't correct Sam's use of the name he didn't care for, "you're friend is right about that. I swear, there was one girl, I wish I could remember her name, but anyway, she was a total slut. She dated Frank Mackenzie, he was the star forward. Not sure if you remember him; got drafted by Detroit but blew out his knee before he ever made it to the pros."
"Well Frank and I were tight, being the only white guys on the team we became close friends. Now, mind you I got along with the brothers all right but me and Frank hit it off. All of us lived in the same fraternity, Alpha Omega."
"Well Frank had this girlfriend, she was a year younger than us. We called her Cum Slut." his voiced lowered and he looked around to be sure he didn't offend anyone. "She was a cute girl, not beautiful, but nice. You wouldn't expect someone like her to act the way she did. If I knew now...you know that saying. I have been in a few D/s relationships these last twenty years. I didn't know it then, but she was one of the most submissive women I have ever met."
"Sorry Frank, I've heard of D/S and S & M, but to tell you the truth I'm not sure what the difference is," David replied.
"Well, they are both about power. Giving it up and being in control. S & M is power, but it is also about pain. Dominance and submission can be about pain or just about someone giving up control to someone else. They get turned on sexually by being made to do things. In this girl's case she got off on being told what to do, being humiliated and degraded."
"Hey, this isn't probably good for a fat old fart like me, but tell me about her. What was so special about her?"
Sam laughed and continued, "You keep popping for the beers and I'll keep talking, now I remember. Her name was Laurel or Lorna. Something like that."
David felt a stirring in his cock and wondered if he was talking about his wife. Sam went on to say after the first few months of dating his buddy, Frank started putting demands on his girlfriend. He would openly fondle her and talk dirty about her in front of his friends. He would tell them how he was training her to be a great cocksucker. She would just stand there and get red in the face. But if you looked at her nipples they would get hard as little erasers.
"Towards he end of the first year he had pretty much exploited her submissive nature," explained Sam. "She would allow Frank to use her both privately and publicly as he wished."
The stories and beers continued. David, now was afraid to find out if this girl Sam was talking about was in fact his wife. This was much more than young sexual experimentation, but rather the exploits of a woman who had no self esteem and was a complete slut. Sam described how she would orally service any of Frank's friends and was often made to degrade herself. Often naked at parties she would masturbate to entertain the boys of the fraternity and though her pussy was Frank's alone her mouth was available to any frat brother who asked, at any time.
During rush week Frank arranged for her to rush the most exclusive sorority on campus. Everyone there was connected to old money and were the beauties of the campus. Frank was close to one of the more evil of the sisters. The girl thought only Frank's frat brother's knew of her exploits, but in reality most on campus knew her as the Cum Slut.
She was told to join the sorority she needed to be initiated. They told her all the girls had gone through this rite of passage and after a few drinks she acquiesced. Shots of tequila were set up and each Sorority Sister gave their boyfriend a shot glass. The boys would go by themselves into another room and jerk off into the shot glass. These sisters were not the kind of girls who openly displayed sexual acts and would not tarnish their reputations by accompanying their beaus into the room to assist in ‘the milking', as they referred to it.
Soon there were twelve shot glasses filled with various amounts of spunk, cum, jizz or in technical terms, sperm. They lined them up in threes and told their pledge she needed to drink three followed by a shot of tequila. This would be repeated four times until she had emptied all the vessels.
The booze, the shouting of the girls, the desire to become a member of the sorority and finally Frank's persistence spurred this twenty year old girl on. She completed the task to the amazement of the debutantes who all kept tissue at their sides to dispense any fluids, when and if they ever had oral sex.
Once done the room went silent, except for the quiet snickers and giggles of the twelve girls. Sam continued, shaking his head. Next, as Frank had described to Sam, Frank told the group the last part of the initiation was for her to drink from the source. Frank, never shy or embarrassed by his manhood, unzipped his pants and pulled out his good sized cock.
He looked into the scared eyes of his drunk and confused girlfriend and told her to get on her knees. After a slight pause, the submissive and naive girl dropped in front of her lover and trusted friend. She, knowing what was expected, gave one of her best blow jobs, wishing in her perverted fog to impress these rich Debs. When Frank came she was ordered to hold the cum in her mouth until everyone could see the prodigious amount deposited. She then swallowed and stood proudly asking if she passed the test. To her horror, all, including her so called love, erupted into laughter. She was told in no uncertain terms she would never be a member of their clique, for they did not associate with Cum Sluts. She ran from the room in tears.
David nestled his beer in his hand and ordered another round. The public address announcer had just informed everyone the weather was clearing and flight times would be posted. Both David and Sam found they had an hour or so before they would board.
David looking up from his beer, spoke, "So tell me, was that it for her. You know, the Cum Slut. Did she ever see Frank again after such a horrible prank?"
"You know, pal, I would have thought so. Like you, I figured Frank had gone over the line; he had taken the role of dominate and broken the unspoken agreement between a Dom and a sub," Sam looked into David's eyes and continued, "there should be limits and trust established in this kind of arrangement and you don't betray your partner!"
David's mouth hung open as he silently wished he was on his plane and didn't know if this woman, very possibly his wife, continued with her abasement.
He stammered, "she seriously continued seeing this, this," he felt his anger rise, "asshole?"
"Hey, take it easy man. This was years ago and I honestly believe she got off on all of it. Listen let's call it quits, I didn't expect you to get so emotional." Sam picked up his beer and started to slide off the bar stool.
"Hold it Sam. I'm sorry. Like I said I guess I probably lived a pretty vanilla college life compared to others." He smiled, "I guess, I studied and worked a job to help pay for school. Go figure! We got some more time and I think I will go crazy if I don't hear how this ends."
Sam smiled and said he understood. Any story with sex and sluts was better than reading old newspapers in a terminal. He continued with the story. This girl made an effort to leave Frank. She refused to return his calls and avoided him on campus. She pretty much avoided everyone on campus, because the news of her exploits spread quickly. Whenever she walked around the small college town she had to endure the snickering and pointing of people she didn't even know.
Frank had pretty much gone on with his life, never really being at a loss for female company. One night Sam and Frank and some of the boys were sitting around watching a ball game on the tube when one of the freshmen came into the room and told Frank he had a visitor.
When she came into the room everything went quiet. She was dressed in a skirt and sweater with ankle socks and Keds. She looked like the proverbial lamb in the lion's den. Frank asked her what she wanted, barely acknowledging her presence as he continued to watch the game. She asked to speak with him in private and Sam told David he will always remember this night almost verbatim. It still gives him the creeps.
"Please, Frank," she implored, "I need to talk with you. I, I miss you."
"If you needed to talk, you should have answered my phone calls. I would have given you a chance to apologize then." His eyes locked onto hers and she visibly shivered.
"Apologize? Frank, what you did to me...I shouldn't be the one saying their sorry. I'm the laughing stock of...Oh, never mind. Please can we talk alone?"
Frank stood and walked over to the television and turned it off. He turned around and everyone saw the evil smile on his face. The tension in the room could be felt.
"Cum Slut. I hear that is your name on the campus. Well, Cum Slut, if you want to be back with me it has to be on my terms and mine alone. Otherwise leave. There are plenty of girls, better looking than you, " he paused and grabbed his crotch as he continued, "that want this."
Sam said he and the other guys darted glances at each other wondering if anyone was brave enough to tell their buddy things had gone far enough. But, Sam said, with some guilt in his voice they all wanted to see how the hand would play out.
"Well?" he crossed his arms and stared at the girl cowering across the room from him.
"I'll, yes I'll...but lets go in your room...anything, but not here. Please."
"Tell my friends what you are. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them what a stupid cunt you are and how sorry you embarrassed me in front of the sorority girls." He had a cold stare, "or leave."
"I'm a cum slut. I'm Frank's cum slut, his stupid,' she stuttered on the word that demeans women to the core, "cunt. I am sorry I embarrassed you."
"And you will write a letter to the sorority girls apologizes for leaving their party so abruptly. Won't you?"
Without a trace of resistance in her body she shook her head in agreement. Frank smiled and told her to strip then and there. She had been naked in front of his frat buddies before so she slowly removed her clothes. When she was naked except for her tennies as Frank spoke.
"Rule one. No bra or panties on campus. Except when on the rag, during which time you may wear red panties. If any of my frat brothers or I see you on campus, you will prove your compliance with the rules. We will, NOT you, determine what place is discrete enough for an inspection. Understand?"
She shook her head. Her nipples were standing erect in the warmth of the room.
"Rule two. No hair on your cunt."
"Rule three. When you arrive at the fraternity you will strip in the entry way and put on my basketball Jersey and the collar and leash which you will buy tomorrow at the pet store." Pushing his dominance he added, "No matter who is here, you will strip in the entry."
"Rule four. Any of the men in this room,'"his hand swept through the air pointing towards the six other men in the room, "if they say ‘kneel' to you, you will stop whatever you are doing and drop to your knees and suck their cocks. If outside of this house, you will follow them to wherever they feel it is safe for you to blow them. You will, " he smiled, "be sure to swallow all they offer and thank them. They are not allowed to fuck you. Your cunt is mine. Understand."
Tears were flowing down her face as she sobbed, but everyone in the room could smell the musky odor of her pussy and the wetness was obvious. She shook her head in agreement.
"One last thing before I forgive you, Cum Slut. Guys get in the van." Frank headed towards the garage and passing the laundry area he grabbed a dirty smelly T-shirt one of the guys wore to practice. He threw it at her and followed his friends to the van.
When she walked into the garage the sleeveless shirt hung past her thighs. The cut out arms displayed the sides of her tits and when she got into the van the smell of sweat and pussy filled the room. They drove to the seedier part of town and stopped at a tattoo parlor. Frank left for a few minutes and returned, sliding open the van door and telling his friends and her to come inside.
Once inside they found the place empty, considering how late it was. The only person there was a bearded, painted man. Images and colors ran up his arms and across his chest. He wore a leather vest and faded jeans. If you looked up ‘Biker' in the dictionary, you'd expect to find his picture there. A smoke hung from his lip and he smiled when he viewed the girl.
"So this is the Cum Slut?" he spoke to no one in particular.
Frank told her to remove the shirt, which she did. Glad in a way to get away from the stink. The artist eyed the naked girl and told her to lie across his table. Rather than laying as one would expect he had her lie ninety degrees to the long end of the table. Her feet, still on the ground were tied to the table legs, forcing her legs apart. A strap was placed across her waist forcing her stomach and tits against the old leather of the table. Her arms were then tied to the other side of the table.
She felt so vulnerable and exposed. She knew why she was here. Frank was going to mark her. Mark her as his property and she didn't care. She was in such a state that she would have allowed anything to happen. She heard Frank and the Biker whisper about what Frank wanted. After a few minutes she heard a chair being pulled up behind her and she knew this stranger was now sitting close behind her displayed ass and pussy. His hands rubbed her ass and she felt an alcohol wipe disinfecting the area on the top of her right ass cheek.
Frank spoke loud enough for all to hear. "While Cum Slut gets her little gift, we may as well keep her occupied. Guys, line up and use her mouth. I want you all to fuck her mouth like the cunt it is. Even though she loves to eat cum I want you to pull out and cum on her slut face. Tell the boys it is ok."
Strapped to the table with the prickly pain of the tattoo artist's needle working on her ass and the juice of her pussy dripping down her legs she wanted this as much as Frank. Somehow she felt she deserved this and her abasement fueled her excitement.
"Please. Fuck my cunt mouth. Use my mouth, no it's not a mouth, it's my talking cunt. Use it and cum all over my face. Please."
Soon cocks were out and the six frat brothers felt no remorse or embarrassment towards her any longer; they felt only lust and the need to release it. Sam said by the time his turn came up her face and hair were drenched in sweat and cum. He, like the others finished quickly and waited for her thank you. It took another twenty minutes to finish the job and she laid there while their discharge dripped from her face to the floor.
When finished the artist called Frank over and the artist smiled when Frank thanked him for such a good job. He told him he could be paid or use her mouth. The Biker walked around to her face and unleashed his throbbing cock. As she sucked she felt a presence behind her and soon she felt Frank cock enter her sopping cunt. She came, then she came again and again.
David looked at Sam and they both felt a bond, rather a kinship towards each other. Like kids sneaking peeks at dirty magazines they had entered an erotic alliance in the airport.
As they ordered their last beer together Sam spoke.
"I will tell you, she was something else. From that day forward until our junior year she was a college kid's wet dream. Anything Frank asked, she did. I have never had so many blowjobs in my life. Now," he smiled, "I get one on my birthday."
"What happened to her?" asked David.
"Well, she was suppose to come back our senior year and the story goes she met someone and got married. Lucky guy. Frank found out where she was and drove to see her on her wedding day. Somehow he sweet talked one of the bridesmaids to give her a note. She told her sister, I think it was, she needed to talk to Frank. That he was an old boyfriend she needed to say good bye to. Well I guess the sister snuck him into the room in the hall where she was waiting as the guests arrived."
"And?"
"And, he made her give him her panties. He then told me he had her kneel down in her wedding dress and suck him off. He told her he wanted her first kiss as a married woman to be laced with his cum."
David could feel his cock harden even more. Lori had told him she removed her panties to surprise him when he removed her garter at the reception. Could it be. Was this girl really Lori? No wonder she never talked about her college days. He felt mad for a moment because they always prided themselves on their honesty. Oh well, technically this all happened before they made their vows. Even if it was her, which he doubted. How could she hide those desires all these years. He smiled to himself; at least it is a story he will always remember.
"Well, Sam it was nice talking with you, " he winked, "you've given me something to fantasize about."
"That's for sure. It has been years since I thought about her. You know, well you probably don't know, but Frank died . Yeah, it was, I think, it has to have been three years now. Car accident. Poor bastard died alone and in debt. I don't think there was four other people there besides me for the funeral." He sighed, "Not even the frat brothers. Oh, well what goes around, comes around, I guess."
They started to announce the boarding for Sam's plane and as he was gathering up his bags he added, " I saw him the year before he died and it seems the bastard made an effort to see her, damn near every year. Usually on the wedding anniversary or close. He'd show up and fuck her."
" He even told her to get her boobs done. They had started to sag after she had kids. Can you imagine this guy's arrogance? On her tenth anniversary he brought three friends and they gang banged her at her home while her husband was waiting at the restaurant."
They shook hands and David stood there as Sam walked towards his gate. It couldn't be Lori. They promised to never lie to each other. No matter what! David tried to remember their tenth but nothing unusual came to mind. He knew it wasn't her but something was itching at him and he had to know.
He ran after Sam and caught him at the gate.
"Sam, the tattoo."
Sam, looking annoyed and ready to travel kept walking towards the gate.
"The tattoo. What did it look like? Do you remember?'"
"I don't know, what's it matter. Thanks for the beers, " he waved his hand and then stopped and turned, "Oh, now I remember. It was a little red heart with the letters CS in the center. You know, for Cum Slut. Good bye."
