She was scared, but also excited. He’d talked about making her a slut wife for years, but it was just talk—just a fantasy told during otherwise mundane sex. What he didn’t know—what she’d barely admitted to herself all these years—is how often she thinks about it...or how many times she’s cum when he’s not even around, masturbating to this very fantasy. Although, to be fair, her version has varied from simply cheating on him, to cuckolding him and making him watch, to doing it for him and letting him watch, to doing it at his direction. Honestly, though, being his slut and doing it because he told her to, and she wants to submit to him and please him is the version that makes her the wettest.
Now he was acting on it.
Her instructions were simple enough:
“In this envelope you will find a key card. You will go to room #634 in the Hyatt Place Hotel at 10:45am. Once you get there, you will find instructions on the bed.”
At 10:44, she found herself outside room #634 of the Hyatt Place—not quite sure why she’s doing this and scared to open the door...but she did. She walked in to find the same basic Hyatt Place room she’d stayed in at various locations across the country. Two queen beds, a TV, a mini-fridge. It’s the same design in every Hyatt Place. Everything looked as it always does...except the large envelope propped against the pillows on the bed closest to the window.
She opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper with additional instructions:
“I have chosen a guest who will join you soon. You will remove all of your clothes except for your bra and panties. In the envelope, you will find a blindfold. You will put the blindfold on, and you will get on this bed—closest to the window—on your knees, face down with your head on the bed. Your ass will be facing toward the door. When he comes in, neither of you will say a word. You will let him do whatever he wishes, and you will follow all non-verbal directions from him to the best of your ability. I’ve let him know that you appreciate it rough—you want to be treated like the slut you are. Your guest will be there at 11am. You will be on the bed, in position, waiting for him by 10:55am.
One more thing. Before you put the blindfold on and take your place on the bed, you will place your phone where it can view the bed, and you will FaceTime me. I will answer, but you will not say a word, and neither will I.
Now, be Daddy’s good little slut wife, and get ready.”
She removed her clothes, set the phone on the desk—making sure it had a view of the whole bed, but also zoomed in enough for her husband to really see what’s going on—and then she quietly put on the blindfold and got into position in the bed—face down, ass up pointed to the door. And she waited….
The 5 minutes seemed like forever, but then she heard a keycard slide into the door, and the door handle turned, and the door opened. She could hear the stranger lock and deadbolt the door. Part of her wanted to rip off the blindfold and abort the whole thing, but she didn’t. She stayed on the bed, frozen in place, feeling her pussy get wetter than she could remember it ever being.
She could hear—and feel—the person coming closer…footsteps on the Hyatt Place hotel carpet. She jumped slightly, but then resisted and remained in position as she felt a hand on her left thigh—moving up and gently rubbing over her pussy. She knew she had soaked through her panties and he could feel that. She heard a zipper and some rustling, and then the stranger took her left hand and placed it on his semi-erect cock. She instinctively began to stroke him and feel his cock grow bigger—and stiffer—in her hand. As her hand pumped back and forth, she suddenly realized that her fingers couldn’t touch her thumb. She couldn’t tell for sure how big his cock was with a blindfold on—but it was certainly larger than her husband’s.
She felt a sharp pain in her scalp as he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her head over to his cock. She put her lips on the head of his penis and let its stiffness part her lips as she engulfed it—struggling to get her jaw wide enough and fighting against her gag reflex. He had other things in mind, though. He continued to grip her hair and hold her head in place while he forced his cock down her throat. She could feel her lungs running out of oxygen—unable to take a breath—as her lips finally reached the base of his cock. He held her head there as she fought for air, before finally pulling her off and allowing her to gasp for breath. She didn’t think it was possible, but somehow, she was even wetter now. Her juices were literally running down the inside of her thighs.
She continued to suck his cock—or, he continued to fuck her mouth, really. As she greedily licked and sucked the stiff shaft, she suddenly felt the sting of a hand slapping her ass very hard. She winced but kept sucking. He did it again. And again. And again. She continued to suck, and he continued to spank her, harder and harder—leaving stinging, red handprints all over her ass. Then he grabbed a handful of her panties and pulled up hard—bunching the panties until they split her lips and pulled up forcefully against her clit. In that moment, her body convulsed with the strongest orgasm she’d had in years.
He removed his cock from her mouth and stepped behind her. He didn’t bother to remove her panties—he just pulled them to the side and placed the head of his cock against her dripping wet pussy. In one powerful stroke, he stretched her pussy and forced all 10 inches of his cock inside her. In that moment, for some reason she remembered that her husband was watching over FaceTime—watching her be Daddy’s slut and fuck this stranger for him—and she came for the second time.
Her mind was in a fog of pleasure as she felt his cock slide in and out and in and out of her pussy. She could feel it stretch her with each stroke and it was mind numbing. Every once in a while, he would spank her ass again—a stinging reminder of who was in charge. Then she felt his hand rub against her pussy as he fucked her—his thumb in particular caressing her wetness. He continued to move his hand up, and she felt his now-lubricated thumb push into her ass. He began to alternate strokes, cock in her pussy, thumb out of her ass—cock out of her pussy, thumb into her ass. Then, instead of his thumb, it was two fingers…and then three. The combination of pleasure and pain was insane. She wished her husband was here too, so she could have a hard cock in her pussy and her ass at the same time. No. What she REALLY wished was that another stranger would join her—a friend of this stranger, or perhaps someone just walking past the room—and those two would fuck her while her husband watched his slut perform.
While she was daydreaming about threesome combinations, her stranger took one long stroke with his cock out of her pussy, and began to force his cock into her ass. It was bigger than the three fingers that were fucking her ass a minute ago. She could feel searing pain as she tried to relax and let her ass stretch to accommodate him. As soon as he had slowly forced his cock fully into her ass, he began to fuck—stroking in and out slowly, then faster, then faster. She could sense the buildup as he thrust into her ass and exploded—grunting loudly as he came in her ass and continuing to fuck for a few more strokes before pulling out.
For a minute, she thought she was done—but then she found out her guest had other ideas. He pulled her off the bed and put her on her knees and placed his cock—still dripping with cum and her own pussy juices—against her lips. She swallowed the softening cock and sucked him clean…and he continued to stroke in and out of her moist, warm mouth until she could feel his cock expanding again—getting stiff and ready to fuck.
He pulled her up to her feet and removed her panties and bra. She was now completely naked—blindfolded—standing in front of a stranger who just came in her ass.
He led her somewhere. She was blindfolded and disoriented, so she wasn’t sure where in the room she was headed. Then she felt the cold of the glass against her nipples and realized he had taken her to the window. He placed his hand around her throat from behind—pulling her head back and pushing her tits into the window, forcing her to arch her back in preparation for his cock. Once again, he took his massive cock and slid it into her pussy from behind—stretching her.
She had no idea what direction the window was facing or how visible she was to people outside. For all she knew, she was facing the parking lot, or the main road out front, and anyone driving or walking past could see her nipples pressed against the glass while they watched her get choked and fucked from behind. It occurred to her that she was probably no longer in view of the phone for her husband to watch via FaceTime, but it turned her on even more to think that someone else’s husband might be sitting in his car in the parking lot—his pants unzipped and his cock out, masturbating while he watched her fuck and wishing he had a good little slut that would do that for him. She came for the third time—so hard her knees weakened, and her stranger had to choke her harder to hold her up and keep her from falling.
He continued to fuck her from behind against the window—faster and faster, but with tremendous stamina. It probably didn’t hurt that he’d already cum just a few minutes ago. While his right hand gripped her throat firmly—enough to restrict air without fully choking her—his left hand reached in front of her—pushing between the window and her left tit. He took her nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and index finger. Then he pinched. Hard. She gasped from the pain and tears welled in her eyes—and it felt amazing. He continued to pinch, and roll, and caress her nipple. Then he switched hands—choking her with his left hand so he could reach around with his right to twist and pinch her right nipple.
As great as it felt, she began to wish he would finish up. She figured at any moment he would pull out and spin her around—putting her back on her knees to cum in her mouth—or maybe on her face or tits. Yes. She decided that she really hoped he would cum on her tits. She wanted to feel that hot cum on her nipples. Instead, he drove his cock as deep as he possibly could into her pussy and exploded. Her mind raced. A stranger just came in her pussy. She knew she should be worried, but the feeling of the throbbing cock inside her and the cum running down her leg was amazing. If she’s going to be Daddy’s little slut, she may as well own that shit.
He pushed her onto the bed. She heard some rustling and a zipper. Then she heard the door open and shut behind him as he left. She didn’t have any other instructions, so she laid there in silence for a minute. As she started to realize he probably wasn’t coming back, she thought again about that orgasm. She reached down and parted her lips and stuck two fingers deep inside her own pussy to feel his cum. As she put those fingers in her mouth to lick the cum off, she came one last time.
She waited another minute or so—then removed the blindfold. She turned off FaceTime, grabbed her phone, and left the room. When she got to her car, she found an envelope on the driver’s seat. She opened it, and found one last instruction:
“Good girl.
I don’t care who else you talk to, but you and I will not speak about this at all. Not a word. I know you’re a slut. You know you’re a slut—and you know that I know. More importantly, you’re MY slut wife.
Someday you will find another envelope, and you will be Daddy’s good little slut again and do as you’re told.
This is where you think to yourself, ‘Yes, Daddy.”
That was four months ago. To this day, when she sees an envelope sitting around the house, she immediately gets wet with anticipation. So far, though, Daddy has not sent her on any more adventures.
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