Literotic asexstories – Slut Wife Club Inc Ch. 18 by Fantasyballer,Fantasyballer
“So why does Dr. Gonzalez want me to come to your next session?” asked Pete.
“He seems to think that it will help him understand why I’m so compulsive about sex.”
“Two things come to mind: One, why does it matter and two, why are you doing this again?”
“I don’t know, Pete. I wanted to find out something about myself. Not necessarily to change anything but understand why I love cock so much, why I’m a horny slut all the time.”
“I recall you saying he was attractive.”
“Ya, he’s crazy good looking and, well I…”
“You’ve made it your mission to get him to fuck you.”
“Yes, kinda.”
“What does that have to do with psychotherapy? You do know what psychotherapy is for, right?”
“Of course, but I feel compelled to fuck him first. Believe it, Pete, he wants me.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second. So basically you’re taking this on as a personal challenge and then worry about the therapy later.”
“Ya, something like that.”
“Well I pity the poor guy. He’s out of his league and doesn’t stand a chance.”
“So will you come with me?” she asked sweetly.
“Sure, I’ve gotta see this.”
***
That evening Traci made her usual fashionably late entrance, Pete, a few feet behind her. Dressed for action, she floated in with a shimmering green sheer flowing gown, completely see through to a blue bra and panty set.
The men surrounded her, knowing she wanted to be and expected to be the object of every man’s desire. Before the night was over she would have fulfilled those desires and let them fuck her over and over. It wasn’t surprising then that certain men stepped over the already thin line and wanted to own her.
Pete could see it building in Aaron. When he first met Traci at a club event he wasted no time in whisking her away to one of the adjacent hotel rooms and roughly fucking her. Traci loved it but there was something so possessive about it that Pete was unsettled.
They hadn’t been club members long and Pete was still adjusting to the idea of his wife having endless sex with other men. He would eventually not only get comfortable with the idea but enjoy watching her perform. Still, the occasional obsession had to be dealt with.
It had been problematic with their neighbors Dave and Isabel. Dave’s sex drive decided that Traci should be his and, of course, that destroyed her and Isabel’s friendship.
That he should now have to deal with Aaron’s brand of obsession, while not a surprise, was a pain in the ass.
The day before he got a text from Aaron: ‘We need to talk,’ so he approached the bar with a measure of apprehension.
“Aaron?”
“Pete”
“What’s up pal?”
“I can’t be your videographer anymore. I just can’t. I lose my mind when I’m around Traci and I think about her all the time and I know she’s your wife but I find myself craving her and then I’m neglecting Rosita, like it’s some kind of competition in my mind.”
“Aaron,” Pete said in a calm and soothing voice. “Listen to me. Traci wanted you to shoot the videos for the very reason you’re describing. Your obsession with her shows in the film. And as for Rosita, she doesn’t look neglected to me.”
Aaron looked back over his shoulder to see two guys spit roasting Rosita, to her obvious delight.
“In fact,” added Pete, “I have plans to get between your wife’s legs before we leave here tonight. You calmed me down once, so now I’m returning the favor…just relax. We’re lucky enough to be in a sea of sluts so let’s have fun, eh?”
“I thought you’d be mad about me jumping into the scene.”
“You startled the hell out of me but it turned out to be really hot. Traci loved it.”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
Pete stood up and patted Aaron on the shoulder, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I see an opening in your wife’s dance card.”
***
“So you’re the legendary Traci. Finally, I can stop jerking off to your videos and put my cock to better use.”
“And you are?” said Traci, never having seen him at a club event before.
“Oh pardon me, I’m Raymond and my wife, Eden, suggested we join so maybe after fucking you I’d shut up about it. We’ve been swingers for years but I’ve gotten a bit fixated and even I think I talk too much about you.”
“Well, Raymond, maybe I should see if you’re Traci worthy,” and she squatted before him, bringing his dick out in the daylight. “Mmmm, Raymond, what have we here?”
“A gift for you,” said Raymond.
She stuck the hefty shaft in her mouth, growing it ever larger until he face fucked her, forcing it down her throat. Gasping for air she kept saying his name. Eventually, she stood up, “I want you to fuck me, Raymond.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear the queen slut say.” He took her by the waist and drew her face to face. “From here on until I fill your mouth with my cum you’ll do what I tell you to do.”
A feint smile crossed her face as he took her by the hand to one of the booths. “Take your dress off, now! I’m going to give you what you want, slut.”
After she had stepped out of her dress, he shoved her back on the bed, pulled her panties off and went about removing his pants. “You like this don’t you, slut?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“See that pretty brunette over there?” he said. “That’s my wife, Eden, and she likes to watch me fuck other women. Suck my cock for her.”
“Yes”
“Look at her while you suck me.”
“Yes”
Impulsively he pulled away from Traci and dove into her wet pussy with his tongue.
“Keep watching her…cum with her, you delicious little cunt.”
A blissful Traci edged ever closer and she watched as Eden ran her hand under her dress and masturbated in sync with Traci. At almost the same time the two women…
***
“So what do you think when she has these urges to have sex with other men?” Dr. Gonzalez asked Pete. “Aren’t you ever jealous?”
“I was sort of in shock to begin with but the weird thing was it was my idea to join Slut Wives Club. We’d discussed both of us having multiple partners and how exciting that would be, but when it became real I froze.”
“You felt jealous?”
“Yes, but Traci talked me down off the ledge and after awhile I began to enjoy watching her. And it went both ways of course. I’ve had my share of beautiful girls so…”
“Did you know your wife has been trying to get me to have sex with her?” said Gonzalez.
“What?!?!” Pete answered with fake outrage. Turning to Traci he shouted, “Is this true?!?!” Then he laughed, “Yes, she told me.”
“Does she tell you everything?”
“As far as I know. What I can’t figure out is why you haven’t fucked her? She’s gorgeous and willing and what man can resist Traci?”
Gonzalez nervously adjusted his chair, “Because in my profession we have ethical standards, not to mention I’m a married man.”
“The one thing I’ve come to understand about men is they will choose pussy over ethics any day of the week as long as it’s safe. Now, as I see it there’s only three of us in the room and I’m giving you permission to fuck my wife. Do you find her attractive?”
“Yes”
“Good, we’re making progress…”
“But…”
“No buts, just yes or no. Have you imagined her naked?”
Looking at Traci he admitted, “Yes”
“Have you fantasized about fucking her?”
The pause was longer than normal.
“Yes, but…”
“Remember, no buts. Look, Traci has needs and wants and as a good husband I help her with those because I love her. For lack of a better description she’s an insatiable slut and a happy one.”
“She told me you sometimes pimp her out for the thrill.”
“Actually, that was her idea. I do video the act when I can. It’s a treat for both of us. We like to watch the videos and have sex in the morning.”
Dr. Gonzalez sat back in his chair, at a temporary loss for what to ask next. He theorized that Pete and Traci were the most debauched couple or strangely the healthiest he’d ever counseled.
“Doctor, I see the way you look at her and I’ve seen that look before on a lot of men. You want to fuck my lovely wife. How about we make it easier and Traci strips for you and you can take it from there?”
“I…I…I…don’t think…”
Traci, who hadn’t spoken a word since coming in the office, stood in front of Gonzalez in a blue skintight spandex dress. The dress accentuated her figure in such detail that taking it off was almost a formality.
Her nipples were taut, braless, clearly defined by the fabric and further framed when Traci lowered the dress over her shoulders. She leaned forward, her hands on his desk, teasing him with her cleavage. He was locked in on her, unable to move.
“I want you to use me, doctor,” she said, walking around the desk to his side, putting one of her high heels up on his desk. Her dress naturally rode up high enough to reveal her shaved pussy a foot from his face. She licked her palm and ran it over her pussy.
“I want to be ready for your cock.”
She turned around, cleared the desk of his note pad and whatever else was in the way and bent over, her tits flat on the desk and her perfectly round ass on display for the doctor.
Unable to resist any longer, he put his brain on autopilot and pushed the chair away and stood behind her unbuckling his belt and placed it next to her. He stepped out of his pants and stroked his penis until he was ready and then penetrated her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked her, banging the beauty before him. He looked over at Pete, masturbating in his chair. Traci’s ass absorbed the hard pounding as she held onto the desktop.
The first time she came she doused his desk with her juices and his rod glistened. His hands ran over her curves, caressing what had consumed his thoughts since he first met her.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” she told him, her face pressed against the desktop.
He methodically picked up the belt, ran it under and around her neck and pulled her head back with every thrust. “Oh fuck,” she shouted, as he put a hand over her mouth. “Quiet, girl,” he said, “my receptionist will hear us.”
If it was possible to hit her harder he did. It was inevitable something would be broken. The desk lamp went crashing to the floor.
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