My wife looks like a slut. She has always looked that way as far as I  know. She is only a little over five feet tall with big breasts. The  kind that need a bra to hold them up and prevent undue wobbling. She  is not really beautiful either. Her mouth and nose are a bit too big.  Her large mouth adds to her sluttish look. She did not act like a slut  when I first met her and then married her.

She became a slut over time with my help. I bought her clothes that  showed off her body, half bras that push her tits up but leave the  top of her breasts naked, blouses that are sheer enough to see through  or  are very low cut to show off her tits. Short skirts either tight  around her ass or pleated like a cheer leaders, and very high heels.  The  clothes helped her slip into the role, I think. She likes the  attention that she gets when she wears them, and I encourage it. Men  often gawk  at her or whistle or just follow her around a room with their eyes.  She got into teasing on her own. The clothes made it easy, and I  never objected. I liked it, seeing her getting so much attention. The  men  practically drooling over her. She keeps her pussy shaved now and  wears very sheer panties. She likes the guys to have something “nice  to  see” when she crosses her legs or bends over. She buys the sexy  clothes  for herself now and she doesn’t always wear a bra when we go out in  the  evening now. She has stopped wearing panties as well. She likes to  “flash the guys once in while” she says. She likes to point out men  who have erections to me after she has given them a “quick look.” She  giggles, and I enjoy being the man by her side.

It went beyond just a quick flash and sexy clothes in a rather banal  way. She had ordered some groceries from a local store and asked for  them to be delivered. When the young man came to the door with the  brown paper bags full of food, she discovered that she had no money  for a tip. She could have told him that she would give him a very good  tip the next time or that he should stop by after I got home from work  to  get his money. She didn’t do either of those things. She offered the  kid a blow job. Being a red blooded young male, he readily agreed.  She got down on her knees, opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and  started to suck. He did not last long and blew his wad into her mouth  within 20 seconds, she told me later that night. I asked if she had  swallowed his cum, and she said that she had because it would not be  polite to spit it out. She saw that her story got me really hot, and  we had the best sex we had had in years. From that night on our lives  really changed. My slut wife was on the prowl, and I helped.  The following Saturday she asked me to go to the store to pick up a  couple of things. I suggested that she call and have them delivered.  This brought a smile to her face.

“Really?” she said, with a twinkle in her eye.  “Yes. I want to watch.” I said.  She smiled and said, “Oh my.”  “As if you didn’t know.” I said. She smiled and took my hand and  pushed it up under her skirt, onto her naked pussy. It was wet,  slippery and  wet.  “It makes me hot thinking about it, you know,” she said. “I feel so  naughty.”   I slipped two fingers into her wet hole and said, “My slut.”  “Yes.” she said. “Your slut.” She squeezed her legs together trapping  my hand and my two fingers in her pussy. “What do you want your slut  to do?” she asked.

I smiled. “Just a blow job, but make it good. Let him shoot some cum  onto your face. I want to see you collect it with a finger and then  suck it into your mouth.”

“Okay,” she said, like it was the normal thing to do. She released  her leg lock on my hand and grabbed the phone.

The delivery guy looked disappointed when I answered the door. He  looked about twenty, a college kid. I told him to take the stuff into  the kitchen. “My wife will take care of you,” I said. He just nodded  and went into the kitchen.   “I’ll be in the garage, honey.” I yelled into the kitchen as I  positioned myself to watch through the crack of the door.  My wife told him to put the bags on the kitchen table. She smiled at  him. “Would you like a tip or shall I suck your cock again?”  The delivery boy gulped and said, “Please suck my cock, ma’am.” My  wife unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and pulled his pants down to his  ankles as she lowered herself to her knees. She had positioned him so  that I had a view from the side. His hard cock was bulging in his  underpants. She pulled them down in one quick motion, and his stiff  cock waved back and forth in the breeze.

She grabbed his cock in her right hand and started to lick it like an  ice cream cone. The kid groaned. My wife squeezed his cock hard to  keep him from cumming immediately. She took the tip in her mouth and  smiled up at him. The kid’s eyes were closed as he savored the  sensations of  my wife’s tongue running along the underside of his cock. His cock  disappeared into my wife’s wide mouth, and she moved her head up and  down in a slow face fuck. The kid put his hand on top of her head and  pushed her head down so that his cock was in her mouth up to the  hilt. My wife pulled her head off his prick and said, “How’s that,  sweetie?” She was looking at me when she said it. “Oh, geeze. Great!” he whispered. His cock disappeared into her mouth  again. She pulled back again.  “Tell me when you’re going to cum, baby. I want to be ready,” she  said. He just nodded.

Her head went down again. I could see her tongue working as his hard  dick slid in and out of her mouth.

“I’m going to cum.” he said. My wife pulled off him and grabbed his  cock hard behind the head, locking the sperm in his cock. She gave me  a quick look before she released it and let the first spurt hit her  face just under the left eye. She stuffed his cock back into her  mouth,  and I saw her swallow several times as the kid continued to shoot wads  of  cum into her mouth.   After he had finished coming and she had sucked him dry, she turned  her face in my direction a scraped a large wad of sperm off her face  onto  her index finger. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked the  cum from it. She smiled at the kid and said, “All done, sweetie.” He  began pulling up his pants while I retreated to the den so he would  not see  me as he left.

She was in the living room when I came out of the den. “He had a  really big load,” she giggled.  “I’ve got a big load myself,” I said.

My wife got down on her knees. “I’ll take care of it for you. Okay?”  She had a big grin on her face. I unzipped and pulled out my hard-on.  “Thanks.” she said as she took it into her mouth. I was not sure if  she was thanking me for my cock or his.

She really worked her tongue on the underside of my stiff dick, and I  started to shoot my wad pretty quickly, just like a young kid. She  took most of it in the mouth, but I pulled out for a shot on her face.  Hit  her on the nose. I did a bull’s eye.