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We were both too full of it to do much more than fall straight into bed as soon as we got home; too unwound even to take more than a hurried shower.

She cried in the night, still asleep, so I held her and kissed her while she quivered and struggled her way through some dream or other in which I guessed she was being chased. And all the while I saw in my head, so vividly, the vision of her impaled on that man’s slick cock and each time I wanted to have her again the moment he’d done. Then I saw the boy using her to rub the newness off his own little thing and was both pleased and saddened for him. I recalled the way she’d felt inside when my own cock slid into her, the way their stuff had surged and slithered and lubricated me. When finally I could stand it no longer I rolled onto my side, reached for her and found her still unquestionably receptive.

Screwing her like that was so easy; my thoughts had fired a new erection and she was still impressively wet so I hardly had to touch her at all with my hands. Whether she awoke or whether she slept while I did it I did not care, I used her body as a receptacle for my needs exactly as I knew she would have wanted me to had she been fully conscious.

………………

When I took her breakfast in bed in the morning I thought better not to mention the fact that I’d had her while she slept, but when she sat up she pulled a face at me anyway.

She’d taken to wearing filmy nightdresses again lately, instead of her more usual thick cotton voluminous sack so I was able to sit at the foot of the bed and look at her tits without too much stuff in the way.

She gazed at me over coffee with eggyolk on her chin and her nipples standing out as stiffly as ever.

“I dreamed some bloke was making love to me in our car……”

“It wasn’t a dream!” I said.

“Did a strange man really do me?”

“Two of them”

“Tell me!” Annette said.

“While we were out last night two young men fucked you in our car” I intoned matter of factly. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I want you to tell me all the details……”

“You put your legs over the shoulders of the first one and he had you like that”

“Did he have a big prick?”

“Huge!” I lied. It was what she wanted to hear.

Annette shivered.

“But I took it all, didn’t I? Easily!”

“You did!” I told her “yes you did!”

“Then……?”

“Then his mate had you, gave you his virginity as a present and cried when he’d cum……then I had you while you sucked him……”

Annette gazed at me without seeing.

“I can still feel his eagerness!” she said “He was so pleased with himself he climaxed almost immediately……and he tasted lovely……”

“Have you done with it now?” I asked. I had to know one way or another.

“Done!” she said “I……I feel like I’ve only just started……”

She must have realised the moment she said it because she stopped abruptly and looked at me.

“You don’t mind do you?” she asked “I mean about me wanting other men? Say if you do and……and I’ll stop!”

“You won’t stop now you’ve got a taste for it!” I told her. “In fact I don’t think you’ll ever stop!”

“Oooooh……well at least I……!”

“Be honest” I said “Do you really want to stop?”

Without hesitation Annette shook her head.

“I’ll get you lots of men!” I told her” That way you won’t have to go behind my back or worry about me finding out……so many men you’ll have cum spurting out of your ears!”

“Do you have to be so crude?” she asked.

A little smile brightened her face where moments before on insecurity and doubt had been.

“I want to be honest with you!”

“You can be!”

“After all these years without any sex……”

“I know and……and I’m sorry!”

“Like you said, we’ve a lot of catching up to do”

I wanted to start the catching up process there and then but a split second before I said so I knew it had already started. Toby had begun it and the boys last night had carried it on. If she wanted more she could have it, so far as I was concerned. So long as there was enough left for me.

And the way she was talking there would be more than enough.

………………

Annette was quiet and thoughtful when she got up, dressed plainly and with no trace of makeup. I made no comment when I noticed she’d left her bra off.

She made coffee at eleven and we sat on the patio with it. She was part way through her second cup before she asked:

“You are still taking me to Toby today?”

“This afternoon!” I told her.

She put the coffee cup down and suddenly it occurred to me.

“Them blokes didn’t hurt you did they?” I asked.

“Nah! Annette said. “But I hurt one of them I think, I bit him when I felt you cumming……!”

Next time there will be more than one man to bite” I said seriously.

“Maybe” she said.

“No definitely!” I told her “Because those two will have gone to the pub and told their mates. Next time we go there will be car loads of them……”

Annette shivered.

“Shall we go anyway?”

“Oh yes! I can always get back in the car if I see something I don’t like”

“What about if they want to do photographs or videos?”

“So long as my face doesn’t show……and I’d want to have copies……”

I had to laugh at that. If I knew anything about the blokes who went to dogging sites with cameras the only pictures you were likely to see would be on some weird sites on the internet.

“Anyway Toby can take as many pictures as he likes of me!” she said.

“I expect he will!”

“Fucking pictures?”

“All sorts of pictures!” I said.

“I’m beginning to feel like a slut” Annette said wistfully “even if you say I’m not……”

“Slave not slut!” I reminded her.

“What’s the difference? she asked.

“The difference, I suppose, “I said “would be in perception. Men who fuck you in a layby or a carpark see you as a slut because that is what they perceive such a woman who acts like that to be. I see you as a slave because I know the real reason behind what you are doing.

“I need a collar and chain don’t I?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously yes! And……and one of those stud things in my clitty, like Toby talked about……”

“Shit ‘nette!” I exclaimed “Are you sure about that?”

“If I am to do it properly” Annette said “then that is what I must have. If you are to take me around on lead like……like I want you to, offering me at the roadside for anyone to use then I want to be able to trust you to get it right. I won’t be Annette your wife then you know, or a slut like that bloke called me the other night, I’ll be Annette your submissive slave, a chattel for you to pass round to all your mates for their pleasure”

“Does that include not wearing a bra when you are at home?”

“It means not wearing anything at all unless you tell me otherwise” she said. “I had to guess what you’d like this morning so I put a skirt and blouse on!”

Well I looked at the skirt she was wearing and wondered about it. Once upon a time it had been one of her favourites. Now, now it was reduced to this. A worn out garment a slut might wear because it was easily torn off or a slave because she had nothing else at all.

When I looked at her blouse the illusion became strengthened because I could see the shape of her breasts quite clearly through it, their heaviness and softness and with a little imagination, the hard nipples with rings.

“You want me to choose your clothes for you?”

“I want you to tell me what to wear. Or not to wear……when I am in submissive mode……”

“Could be embarrassing!”

“Yes I know!”

“Don’t you mind?”

“I wouldn’t have to mind, would I?”

“Ok!” I said “So if I want you to walk around the house in the nude I have to tell you do I?”

“You have to tell me what to do and how to do it!”

Endless possibilities occurred to me then, not all of them very nice ones.

“What it we have visitors?”

“You must use your judgement” she said.

“Other than Toby?”

“He’s different, like I said”

“So the meter reader or……or the window cleaner?”

“You must use your judgement!” Annette said again. “You must tell me and make me……”

“I’ll see about a collar for you straight away” I told her. “And a leash too, like a dog would have”

“Like a bitch would have” Annette corrected “a bitch on heat for you to take dogging!”

………………

I thought I’d try her out when she took the coffee things back into the kitchen so I stood behind her and put my hands on her backside as she stood at the sink.

“Toby is going to fuck you after lunch” I told her carefully “So this time I am going to have you before he does!”

The skirt wasn’t easy to tear without hurting her or starting the hem with a pair of scissors so I made her hold it up out of the way. Then I groped her arse with the left over cream from our coffee on my fingers.

“You’d better get used to the idea that a lot of men will want to do you anally” I told her, my mouth very close to her ear. I put my left hand on her belly and pulled her backwards against my right, middle finger extended. Annette grunted like sow as my finger went into her tight little anus but she didn’t protest or try to pull away. I had already made up my mind to put both lubricants and wet wipes in the car, just in case. Along with a vibrator and dildo and one or two other things.

When I made her lean forwards over the sink and push herself against my hand she did so without saying a word, which pleased me no end.

“And a lot of men will want you to suck them!” I told her harshly “They’ll want to put their pricks in your mouth and cum all over your face……”

She writhed on my finger like a worm on a fish hook, impaled by the sexuality for which she was both bait and catch.

“Some will want you to wank them, sometimes you will have to do it two at a time, maybe while you are sucking one and being fucked by another”

“And some will want to watch you making yourself cum……”

I made her masturbate herself with a wooden spoon while my finger was still in place, holding her there, close to the edge for as long as I could before, with a little explosion which I felt clearly, Annette my wife, my slave, just came and came.

………………

I forbade her to wear anything other than what she already had on when we went to see Toby.

“I want you to be ripe and ready for him!” I told her “How do you feel about that?”

“To tell the truth” she murmured thoughtfully “I find I have surprised myself”

“You’ve surprised me too!” I told her.

“I didn’t really know if I could actually do it……but those blokes I……I had no feelings for them at all……”

“What about Toby?” I asked.

“Toby is different isn’t he?” Amanda said.

“He is a friend, yes!”

She grinned, pulled a face at me lewdly.

“A……a friend with a nice prick!”

“Not like some of the men you are going to meet……”

“So long as you are there to make me do it, it doesn’t matter much whether they’re nice or not!” Annette said.

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