She'll Never Be As Slutty As He Would Like Her To Be...

Breanna licked her lips and wiped a tear away as she closed the door. Seeing her Aaron off on yet another deployment is always an emotional time. It had become a tradition that Breanna was naked for their last kiss and caress. Breanna, while not having classical beauty or film star looks, had the hard to define prettiness and attractiveness that stiffens the cocks of men who love sluts. Breanna exudes a natural sensuality, a man who can resist her charms must be one who prefers men.

They had spent much of the previous night fucking like they may never get another chance. Breanna liked Aaron to go away feeling happy and sated. Whenever he flagged, Breanna regaled him with tales of her slutty exploits. When the stories failed to have the desired effect she put her tongue the use it was best for, teasing his cock in her mouth.

The need to lick her lips was to remove vestigial traces of semen. Aaron's friend Tony was waiting to take him to the barracks. Breanna and Aaron had a last kiss. The last kiss, with his friend watching on, had turned into a grope and mutual fondling of each others' sex quickly followed by a knee-trembler. Aaron's friend couldn't be left with a stiff cock so Breanna dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. He didn't last long, he'd been jerking while they were fucking. Once Breanna did the thing with her tongue that felt like a thousand butterflies brushing against his cock with their wings it was game over. It wasn't the first time Breanna had swallowed the contents of Tony's big black balls.

Aaron was proud of his slut wife. Breanna was a virgin when they met but his desire for her to cuckold him and her eager passion for any kinky sex he suggested, soon had Breanna's legs spreading for other men. Breanna was never going to be a one man woman.

Whenever he was deployed Aaron left a 'just in case I don't come home' letter. The first time was more or less a joke but superstition kicked in so he continued to do it. The first page was all the love you and don't spend your life grieving mush but the other pages were his wishlist.

Breanna was still hot from being fucked by Aaron against the hall wall. She could still taste Tony on her tongue. She lay on the bed, her favourite toy throbbing in her slut cunt and Aaron's wishlist in her hand.

"Honey, it excites me more than you know that you have fucked so many men since we got married. For a short while you could remember all their names. It's so sexy that you can't even remember how many cocks you've had never mind their names. It showed just how many of my friends your thighs had parted for when you hadn't realised Mario had fucked you months ago. Your excuse was you were ***** and he was the fifth guy of seven at the party to fuck you bareback.

Anyway, enough about how deliciously slutty you can be for me. In the three months that I'll be away I want you to have fifty-three men blow their load into your tight cunt. The catch is that there has to be one from each age eighteen to seventy. Tell me about each one in your emails so I can keep track.

I am so proud of you my gorgeous Breanna.

Your loving hubby. XXX"

Breanna is a natural slut, it only needed a man like hubby to let her inner whore out. She loves sex and loves men finding her attractive and wanting to fuck her. Maybe the first few times she felt guilty at taking so readily to being a slut but it was what Aaron wanted and it made her feel great about herself that so many men wanted her.

Breanna's message to Aaron:

I knew that you would want me to start on my quest as soon as possible so I showered then ordered a pizza for my lunch. I wrapped myself in the smallest bath towel I could find, it barely covered my tits and pussy. I sat and waited for the pizza guy to arrive.

I was expecting a youth but the guy turned out to be a fifty-two year old Pakistani called Asif. I opened the door to him. He leered at me. I didn't even have to drop the towel. He knew the score and said he could give me ten minutes. His tone was arrogant and condescending, as though he thought I was so much trash. I almost slammed the door in his face but instead I turned round and bent over and told him to take me. He reached into his pocket for a rubber. I told him he wouldn't need it. He grabbed my hips and tried to slip his short, stubby, cut cock into the wrong hole. I was annoyed and was going to tell him to fuck off but he then slipped into my pussy. I wanted you to have an exciting message on your phone when your plane landed. I pushed back against his thrusts. He made me feel even more slutty by telling me I was a whore. Asif lasted a bit longer than I thought he would. He apologised when he finally lost his load inside my pussy but he didn't sound at all sincere. I played the brazen cunt and wiped my leaking slit with a tissue as I asked him his age and name. Though the sex was over he decided it was okay to keep being derogatory towards me so I shoved him out of the door before he could zip up.

You know that I love being a slut Honey but I felt really dirty, grubby even, giving myself to Asif liked that but I know you it will excite you no end. I felt so dirty I went to our favourite club in the evening to let some random guy pick me up, someone who will treat me like a lady, well perhaps not too much like a lady, that would be boring. I'll tell you about that tomorrow.