Sharon, sweet slut- 3

Another chapter of the Sharon story, hope it strikes a cord in the hear of every cuckold and hot wife here.

Schooner

SHARON, SWEET SLUT 3

by the Gripper (aka Schooner)

Copyright 2005 The Gripper

The story is a mix of experience, fantasy, things that people told me in confidence and on the memories of a very special lady, I hope she remembers me as fondly as I remember her.


A few weeks later Sharon had to fly home for what turned out to be a minor family emergency. There was no time for her to warn the theater so I volunteered to take care of notifying them of her absence. I went there in the afternoon and asked for the performance director. He was not there and the doorman told me the manager was in, at his office on the mezzanine. Shit! Gerry was the manager, I would have to meet and talk to him.

I knocked on his door and waited. I was almost ready to turn around and leave when I heard his voice say "come in". I took a deep breath and opened the door.

He was a shortish man in his mid 40s, balding and thick set. His eyes fixed me quizzically as I took a step into his plainly furnished office.

"Good afternoon, I am Sharon's husband. She had to fly home urgently, a family emergency. She will be away for a few days." I explained in short stunted sentences, delivering a telegram style info package. My eyes took in the couch, where he had her on all fours fucking her as he slapped her ass. The desk where he rested as she knelt and sucked his cock. My mind was racing, I was boiling inside. I tried hard to maintain my composure.

"Anything really serious?" he asked. His face did not show real human concern, he gave the impression of calculating his losses from the absence of an employee. Well we did not know exactly, she had not called me yet to tell the real extent of the situation. I told him so. We figured on a few days absence, no more hopefully.

"Sit down, give me a chance to arrange for a replacement." he said and picked up the phone. He got the director on the phone.

"Tony, Sharon, the chorus dancer.... you know the tall girl from New York...." there was a pause and then "yeah that one.... she is going to be absent for a few days, arrange for a stand in will you..... ok thanks Tone! Yeah...." he chuckled as he listened to the response of Tone and put the phone down. He turned to me.

""How long you two been married?" he asked. I told him, a few months.

"Newlyweds! Damn shame she had to fly off so soon, I bet you miss her already, that is a fine woman" he said and smiled, actually it was a leer more than a smile. I nodded and looked around the dingy office once again, my eyes fixing on the couch once more, unable to get the image of Sharon, dressed in stockings and heels, kneeling on THAT couch, holding on to the back as he slapped and fucked her. I looked back at him, he had been watching me, studying me.

"You play your cards right and that girl is going to make you a fine wife" he said leering again. I wondered what he was trying to say. "Here, let us have a take, it is evening already" he said and took out a bottle of vodka and two glasses from his side cabinet.

"To married life" he said lifting his glass in a toast, I moved my glass the same way and took a big gulp of vodka. The heat of the take helped settle my inner turmoil.

He asked how we met, what I did for work, how we decided to marry. They would have been normal, innocent questions if he had not been the man who was fucking my wife. I felt odd answering his questions but I decided to play along. I felt relieved that he was taking the initiative and initiated conversation, I was happy to simply reply to his quesitons. He poured us more vodka.

"So you decided to marry her without knowing her past or her family background, he mused as if talking to himself, that is interesting. You are discovering things about each other as you go along, that is one way to do it.... " he said.

"Well they say love is blind" I replied in the same vein of detached musing. But I sensed that he was fishing for something.

"She is a complicated human being that one....." he said and looked straight at me. I looked back.

"I know" I said plainly. My eyes flicked over to the couch and back at him. He gave a momentary look of recognition.

"Do you understand her?" he asked again looking at me.

"I think I do, I am getting to understand her needs...." I felt very daring talking like this, in innuendo that told him I knew that he fucked her and it was cool with me.

"Interesting. When my wife and I were young we went through the same phase, geting to understand each other's needs. It can be a very interesting and rewarding time you know" he said and I was a little surprised to learn he was married. Before I could express my suprise he continued, "when we were your age we went through a strange time, I was young and full of that manly crap and could not understand her needs, but I did not want to lose her so I put up with things, then I got to understand that some things you must work through" he said.

"Like what things?" I asked with genuine interest.

"Well, some women, maybe all, have needs that we husbands cannot fulfill, my wife was like that. I felt like a schmuck at first, then I played along and I was rewarded when she let me in on her secrets and shared her innermost thoughts with me..."

"Yes I know what you mean" I said. He filled our glasses again. "Sharon has started to let me in on her innermost thoughts lately" I said and my eyes went to the couch once again, this time deliberately and openly.

"She told you about our special meetings?" he asked.

I nodded yes.

"Sharon craves presentation", Gerry commented.

"Yes, I understand that" I replied.

"You OK with that?" he asked.

"Yes" I said feeling relief I could talk about it.

"She told you all the details?" he was plainly interrogating me now.

"Yes, she did".

"How do you feel about it" Gerry interrogated me again, leaning back in his executive chair.

"Half angry and jealous and half horny as hell" I replied.

He laughed out loud and I joined in, it was a relief to let go.

"Amazing that mix of lust and jealousy! Isnt it", he asked excitedly. I nodded wondering how he would know and the answer came from his as he continued to talk.

"I remember the first time my wife told me of another man fucking her, in the back of his car" I almost tore the clothes off her" he said, his eyes half closed, reliving the experience with obvious present pleasure. I fully empathized recalling the time with Sharon, when she told me that he had fucked her.

"You know the first time I saw Sharon I immediately saw that sub look on her face, he said, I just knew she craved being treated like a slut.... I mean that in a special way, not demeaning her... she has that need." he looked at me.

"Yes, I realised that. She was telling me how it excited her to be treated like a slut, she seemed to get off on verbal use and the teasing..... i mean you know how it was." I told him.

"Yes! She went suddenly so hot and hungry when I called her slut.... fuck that is a hot woman.... " he said. He openly massaged his cock through his pants. "Last time she came dressed in a really slutty outfit, lord that was incredible....." he said and I felt glad I chose that outfit. "She made me so horny I just had to fuck her" he said.

"I know, she told me the details" I told him. We fucked like maniacs after we got home" The vodka was helping me lose my inhibitions and talk openly.

"Nice to know your wife has been fucked, isn't it?" he said, his face registering his lust at my wife. His shamelessly lustful expression excited me.

"Yes, it is absoluterly the most erotic thing I ever experienced" I said feeling exhilirated.

"My wife does not look actively for other men these days, but when she does i get incredibly turned on. I really look forward to it. Sounds weird but fuck, who cares, it gets us hot and horny... fuck the analysis" he said and lifted his glass "to slut wives" he said. I joined in, "to slut wives" we drank the vodka down.

"You know Steve, you are lucky to have done it so soon, you are going to enjoy the fucking of your llife from now on. When my Sylvia started to let me in on her secrets our sex life took off to new heights. You lucky bastard you!" he said and laughed out loud.

"It already started, I told him, it is much better since she started fucking with you than it was before, so much more real and open, I like it...." I said and offered my glass for a refill. I was feeling nice and relaxed now.

"Wait till you watch her being fucked, that is going to be a new experience, a fucking revelation. To actually be there and see them fucking..... now that is a thrill to be reckoned with...." he said as he filled our glasses.

"You have watched your wife get fucked?" I asked not believing that such things would happen.

"Yes, not many times, just when the other man was open to the suggestion. Three different men, and one was exceptional, he was secure enough to let me join in... lord that was unorgettable.... " he said.

"Join in how?" I asked, I was very curious about the whole thing.

"Well I am dom, so for me it is a matter of controlling her, giving directions. You may be different, depending on the attitude you have. Where do you place yourself, sub, dom, just a watcher, it all depends, nothing is fixed, even with me there have been times I went sub, just curious to try that thrill too. Why not? I mean it is all experiments aint it?" he said. I was intrigued about the sud dom thing he mentioned. I wanted to know more.

"Well when she told you about it did you get the urge to smack and punish her and then fuck her or did you try to console her and be sympatico with her?" he inquired. Definitely the latter I indicated remembering how each time I was supportive and caring to her being so visibly upset.

"Well my friend it seems you are going the sub way" he indicated and gestured down with is hand and immediately he asked something that stopped me in my tracks, "ever fantasized sucking cock?" I was shocked. My face must have drooped.

"Don't take it to mean you are going gay, nothing like that, just if the idea excites you, that is the sub cuckold way" he said and sipped a little vodka. I was confused and excited by the openness of the talk. I tried to think of a time when I had imagined sucking cock, I could not. On the other hand I was super excited when Sharon told me of her pleasure at sucking his cock, and by the taste on her lips of his spunk. "Maybe indirectly I have thought about it" I said more to myself than to him.

"The sub role can be fucking hot, don't interpret it as a lesser role. The times I tried it it was incredible, it just happens I get more of a kick from being dom" Gerry said. "We met a dom guy on holiday two years ago and being sub to him and Sylvia was truly a magnificent experience" he added half closing his eyes, obviously reliving those moments in his imagination. "I sucked his cock" he added drily and opened his eyes to look at me. I was dumbstruck, I looked at him dumbly.

"We were all three on the bed, he and Sylvia were making out and I was licking her cunt when he ordered me to suck his cock. You know prep him for fucking her. Fluff him up a little. It was fucking incredible let me tell you, to suck the cock that had fucked my wife and was going to fuck her again. I did it and loved it." he said and rubbed his crotch with obvious pleasure. I was rock hard in my pants. I wanted to rub my cock too but held back.

"Damn I wish Sharon was here now, he said, would love to get her to suck my cock right now". His mention of Sharon drove my excitement one click higher, I moaned with pleasure. "She can really suck that woman, she goes absolutely cock hungry once she gets past her initial inhibitions", he said looking straight at me, his eyes full of unashamed lust, I nodded my agreement with his comments.

"I know, I love the way she sucks", I dared to say, feeling the excitiement and glad I was able to get past my inhibitions. Then I asked without thingking too much about it "she swallow your spunk?"

"Fuck yes, she wants every fucking drop. I love to get her to eat my come all the way.I like to watch her do it, working away with her tongue, I swear she gets off on swallowing." I knew what he meant and nodded. My wife loved to swallow sperm.

"And she is a good fuck too, he went on, at first I did not fuck her, just got her to suck me, but last time when she wore that outfit I just had to fuck her.Lord what a tight hot cunt she has and how wet she gets! Fuck I am horny" he said and stood up, his pants were bulging out visibly. He rubbed his crotch and I watched him do it fascinated.

He then stood still. Looked at me and slowly lowered his zipper. He undid his belt and his pants fell to the floor, he slid his shorts down and his cock sprang free. I stayed still looking, amazed at his massiveness.

He was not long, but the girth was amazing. The circumcised head capped the thick shaft, much bigger than any cockhead I had ever seen in photos or porn movies. The head was purple and shiny, contrasting with the dark almost brown veiny shaft. I just looked. He looked at me looking at it.

"She took it all the way Steve.I had her over that couch, and she fucked herself on it, she really wanted to take it and she did, all the way to the root man. You must be so proud of her, really slutty, great woman your wife"he whispered. My eyes went from his cock to the couch and back again. I felt numb yet excited as I imagined Sharon pushing back on that thick prick, taking it all in.

"Suck it!" he said in a low even voice and moved one step to me. "Go on, suck it" this time it was almost a whisper. I looked up at him, confused, he looked back at me his face a mix of lust and leering expectation.

I was still sitting on the chair. My excitement beat in my temples as I looke at that huge prick standing rigid, now and again jerking, showing me how horny Gerry was. I did not know what to do, how to ta start. He sensed my situation.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck it" he ordered in a whisper. I slid off the chair and onto my knees and his rigid cock almost hit me in the face. Timidly I touched it, circling the sahft in my right hand. He was severely circumicised and I found I could not pump it, like i could my own uncut cock. He was very hard.

"Suck it like Sharon sucks. Show me how good you are" he whispered again and I moved my mouth to the engorged head. I flicked at it with my tongue, then licked all over the head. Still holding it with my right hand I moved my left to cup his balls.

"Oh yes, that feels good. Oh yes, lick the head, love that tongue you bastard": he said and I started to lick more intensely. He leant back to support himself on the desk. THe scene was how Sharon had described. Him standing, supporting himself on the desk while she sucked, only this time it was not my wife it was me. I thought of those things as I licked the his huge cockhead. Then he started the verbal use.

"Take it in your mouth you cunt. Go on, moutfuck it you bastard. Yes like that..." he was still whispering, hiw low hissing commands made me shiver with excitement. Now I knew! I knew what my wife felt as she knelt and serviced that fucker. I started to feel a need to make him come, control that big thick cock with my tongue till it lost control and shot its load. I started to really suck and he went wild.

"You fucking cock slut, you love it dont you, you fucking cocksucker, suck the cock that fucked your wife you cunt..." he hissed his sexual aggression as I teased his cock, now taking it fully in my mouth, my tongue always lashing at the head. I had him in my power now, controlling that huge cock with the tip of my tongue. I felt him tensing more and more and he slowed down his talk, I new he was getting close.

I gripped his shaft tighter and gently milked his balls with my left hand. I swirled my tongue around the head as my lips traveled back and forth over the head.That is how Sharon did it to me. I now did it to him. He groaned and moaned and went totally stiff, holding the desk tight as he unloaded his sperm into my mouth. I stayed still as he came. Letting his sperm fill my mouth. I swallowed it feeling strangely satisfied that I had made him come. Then I squeezed the bottom of his cock with mythumb milking the last drops of his come into my mouth. He was drained physically and mentally.

"That was good, I needed that. Thanks." he said as he pulled his clothes back on.

I felt srangely neutral just then. My cock was still hard but I was in control. "I guess I am more sub than I knew" I said to no one in particular.

"It is a thrill to do that, dont you agree?" he asked looking at me as he poured us one more shot of vodka.

"Yes. It is" I said agreeing with him, being sub was a thrill I came to realise and for the first time I knew how Sharon felt and why she came home so hot and eager to fuck after one of those sessions with him.That knowledge more than anything made me feel strangely elated and happy. I was impatient to see my wife, more than ever before I now wanted her.

I left Gerry's office and stepped into a new time.

Sharon got home a few days later. I met her at the airport with a hug, a bunch of flowers and many hot kisses.

"My, you have missed me" she laughed as I held her close at the car park and kissed her again. At home I gave her enough time for a shower and a snack and almost dragged her to bed.

Resting after a hot and needy fuck she told me of the goings on back at her family. Her lady had her gall bladder out and everything was now back to normal.

"And how have you been these days?: she asked. I told her. Holding her close and touching her, rubbing her back and face, I told her what happened at Gerry's office. I did not know what to expect, but I had no intention of keeping anything secret from her, so I took the risk of shocking her. She held me close. Not speaking for some minutes.

"Now you know. That feeling of submitting, letting go of control. I could not explain it before, but now you know." she said. I knew, yes, now I knew how hot it gets you to let go and submit, we both did, we had both submitted to that huge cock. She looked at me, her dark eyes shining in the dim light. We stayed like that for a while just looking at each other. Then she slowly and deliberately sought my mouth with hers, an intimate greeting more than a kiss, our two cock sucking mouths comunicating what they knew more than our minds knew. It was a touch full of kinky passion.

"You cock sucker" she whispered as we broke apart briefly and we kissed again, with growing passion. "You cock sucker" I responded in a whisper.

"We both made him come, got that huge cock to come" I told her as I moved in between her open thighs. My cock aiming at her cunt.I slid in with minimum effort, she was soaking wet.

"So fucking incredible to feel him coming isnt it?" she asked me as we fucked slowly.

"Fuck yes, huge fucking cock getting closer to coming, and all t