My Wife is "Openning-up"

She surprised me. She leaned into to me at the club during a slow 'bachata' misterg and whispered in my ear, "I waxed te rest of my pussy for you. I'm all hairless down there, just how you like it."
It was the thrid night of a ten day vacation in the Dominican Republic; we were both a bit tipsy, we had been takeing since the bar opened in the mourning. My wife has a very tipical Latina body, 5'1", big ass, big tits; she normally doesn't like to show off, dressing mostly in conservitive office wear during the day, and favouring jogging pants and a t-shirt at home. Vacations were no different, she liked to show as little as possible, often prefering a one-piece instead of a bikini and long sundresses. She was self conscious about her weight, I saw no problem with it, as a matter of fact I prefer a bit of jiggle. With that in mind she hit the gym hard when we planned our last vacation; she was going to the gym as much as 8 times a week, once before and once after work. We both saw results immidiately. A week before we were to leave, I snuck behind her after her shower, pulled off her towel and spanked her now tight and well-toned ass. She looked at me in mock-shock and said, "Now, be a good boy, and you'll get a treat."
"Like what?" I said.
"You'll see, but only if your good. And oh, we're not fucking untill we get there!"
"Shit, it's a week!"
"Patience babe, patience."
"Alright, but it better be worth it."
"It will."
She had found new sexual confidence in her new look. She seemed more aggresive in wanting sex and letting me know it. Once while sharing a spliff with her and her younger sister she proclaimed, "Weed always makes me horny, all I want to do is fuck!" She jumped on me and began kissing me lustfully, she smelled the way she does when her pussy is very wet. Her sister got off the couch uncomfortably and left, we fucked for hours.
So i became accostumed to her new flirtatious side quickly, and conversations about surprises and treats became more common place.
We packed our bags together the night before, surprisingly she finished before me, having my back turned to her, I didn't notice how small her bag was untill it was packed. It was at least the half the size of any of the two bags that i was taking. i stared at her bag, confused; all she said in response was that i was going to have to put her shoes in one of my bags.
She left the room to check the weather for the next ten days, i looked around the room, she hadn't packed any of her clothes. i brought this up with her and all she did was smile.
We finally arrived at the hotel past dinner time, ther were problems at customs with some people, we were pretty beat so we went straight to relax. In the morning we began to unpack, and for the first time realized why she hadn't packed any of her clothes. It was like she stole a strippers bag, it was full of tiny tops and smaller skirts.
i asked, "Is that my surprise?"
"Just part."
She had no bathing suit in her bag."Babe, you forgot your bathing suit."
She responded, "No i didn't, all three are in my pocket." as she walk into the shower. WOW!
She came out of the shower wearing a micro bikini (more like three triangles held by strings), this one was black. "I've got a red and a white one too." she stood on her tip-toes while checking herself out in the mirror, "I thought, they were going to be smaller." You could see her nipples through her top and the top part of her landing strip above her buttoms.
Men would not stop staring at her as she walked by and tanned, the other wives were starting to leer at her. the resort was mostly couples in their mid to late 30s and most were from Spain. She looked so hot, we didn't spend too much time at the beach that day or night for that matter; we only left the room for meals.
In the morning, we both made a point to tanned and relax at the beach for most of the day after breakfast, we did have over a week left. We entered the dinning hall, my wife was wearing the white bikini, with a wife beater shirt, and a small pair of shorts that were rolled up at the waist. half of her irressitable ass was hanging out. the Wait staff couldn't take their eyes off of her, other people, some i recognized from the beach, stared at her blatantly from across the room. normally this would have bothered her enough to make her leave, but she was loving every minute of it, smilling ear to ear. it was a good morning untill we left the dinning room. a man hurriedly followed my wife and i outside, his wife sneering at him from behind. he walked by tipped his hat and stared at my wife's breast as he passed, his wife followed him, practically pushed my wife off her feet and called her a 'puta susia', or 'dirty whore'.
My wife was upset, she almost cried. "I knew it was a mistake dressing like this! I didn't do it to be called a whore!"
"Calm down, babe. She's just an old jealous bitch."
"whatever!"
"I know something that could make you feel better."
"what?"
"it has three types of holy water in it."
"okay, i'll try it."
And she did, again and again and again. Untill she was pressed up against me in the resort niteclub whispering things into my ear.
"You know what else?"
"What?"
"I'm not wearing any panties or a bra."
The no bra thing i had noticed when we left the room, i had no idea she was going commando. And it was a tiny skirt. She immidiately felt my hard-on throug hmy pants.
"oh, you like that you dirty little boy? you like your wife being a puta susia?"
"Oh yeah baby, you're so fucking sexy, I love..."
She put her finger on my lips and said, "none of that, dirty whores are only good for fucking."
A fast 'reggeaton' came on, coinsidently the lady that had called my wife a dirty whore earlier walked in with her husband, my wife saw her and began to dance dirtier and dirtier, she began grinding on my croutch not breaking eye contact, "Is that old bitch looking at me?"
"I guess you can call it a look, it's more like she's shooting lazers at you."
"Good, she hasn't seen how much of a puta susia i can be."
turned around grinding her against my croutch and began to whine dow lower and lower, her short skirt was riding up, by the time she reached her lowest point, everybody in the small club had seen my wife's bald pussy.

part II

every man in the room couldn't believe their eyes, a sexy girl dancing like a whore, showing her pussy like it was no big deal. a couple of men got brave and began to dance with my wife, i thought she might move away from them, but she did the exact oppisite, she began to grind on them like she had been doing to me, but with everuy man she got more and more comfortable. she let each consequent man touch her lower, touch her longer, rope her harder; i could swear she even let a guy finger her ass. i was shocked. this was woman that at one point felt "too slutty" giving a blow job, and now she was getting her ass fingered in public. She knew i was getting turned on.
After i convinced her to suck my dick, i began asking her to do more things, and slowly she complied, everytime being easier than the last. i eventually talked her into anal sex. she was the very hesitant claiming it would hurt too much, i assured her that all we had to do was ease into it. i then offhandely told her that that's how i had done it with a previous girlfriend, slowly, little by little, and when the initial pain was gone, i would start to move my cock in and out. without another word she said, "Okay, fuck my ass."
i didn't last long in her ass, i came within a couple of strokes and all deep into her ass, she moaned as i came and then she orgasmed. i pulled out and collapsed next to her. she snuggled into me and said, "that wasn't so bad, i kinda liked when you came inside me, it was weird but good all at once." she was quiet for a while, "So, tell me about this ex-girlfriend then."
She wanted to know everything, every last little detail, what positions, how often, et cetera. She had only had sex with one guy before me, and according to her he was bad, he only liked missionary and it almost always lasted less than 5 minutes. eveyrthing i told her was the first time she heard of it. i kind of started feeling like a pervert.
she kept on asking me sex question after sex question finally arriving at fantasies. i asked, "do you have any?"
She blushed, "yeah, but they are kinda stupid."
"Don't say that, it's just fantasy"
"Well, i'll feel silly tlling them to you."
"you know what, i'll go first."
I told her that i wanted to see her dressed slutty. she looked at me weird for a second and said,"why?"
"i don't know, just something i like."
"you're twisted."
"if you say so, have about one of yours now?"
"One of mine? YOu mean you have more?"
"don't change the subject, remember our deal."
"alright fine," she closed her eyes, "i would like to make you happy." she opened one eye to look at my reaction.
"that's it, that's your fantasy?"
"yeah!"
"no details, no nothing?"
"yeah, that's all, i would like to completely satisfy you, i want to make you happy."
"Okay." I was disapointed at first, but then i saw the potential in the situation.
"so, are you going to tell me another one of yours?" she asked.
I had to tred lightly here, "well, i've always wanted film ourselves doing it."
"if that's what makes you happy, then i'll do it!"
"you're serious?"
"Of course, i'll do anything, anything to make you happy."
"you don't mean that?"
"yes i do! try me ?"
"so if i wanted to tie up and fuck you?"
"yup."
"so if i wanted to spank you afterwards?"
"yup."
"damn! how about if i wanted to come on your face?" We hadn't done that yet.
"yup. and it's always going to be yup."
"HOw about," I took the big leap, "If i want to wtch you with someone else?"
She hesitates, "Look, if you want to see me with another girl, if that's what you really want, then i'll do it?"
"how about another guy?"
"What?!!?"
"you said anything."
"but another guy?"
"why not?"
"okay," she was a little weirded out, "if THAT'S what you want."

After that night she would bring up fantasies more often, having me describing them to her while we fucked, although she tried to act shocked, there was something in her eyes that showed some interest. as the months passed she started to play along, first by talking dirtier (oh yeah, fuck my pussy), to giving me dirty instructions (come in my pussy! Come in my ass, pull my hair harder!); but she never intiated it. by the time we arrived in the Dominica Republic, i had already gone through most of my tamer material. she knew what i liked and she was starting to like being naughtier and naughtier.

the misterg stopped. she grinded against the guy fingering her ass even after the misterg ended. the sapnish wife looked at her in disgust. my wife pulled the man's middle finger from her ass, liked it and pointed it at the lady. the spanish wife turned shaking her head, my wife laughed loudly while in the arms of stranger. she kissed him on the lips and said something into his ear, he smiled and they parted. she walked over to me and loudly said, "that got me so hot, take me to the room and fuck me, i'm your whore tonight. no wait, i'm your whore for the rest of our vacation." That was all i needed.
i helped her to our room, she had a couple more takes on the way there. she laid down on the bed and spread her wet, sweaty pussy and began to rub her clit. "did you like that baby?"
"that was great, babe, you looked so hot."
"i'm not your baby, call me what i am!"
"what?"
"call me your slut, i know you want to, i see you moving your lips when we fucked, so just come out and call me a slut!"
i was stunned, i had never heard talk like this.
"Well, don't i deserve it? haven't i've naughty enough for you baby?"
"you have ba..you slut..you dirty slut!"
"that's much better. you liked me dancing with strange men with my bare pussy against them?"
"fuck yeah! you're one filthly little slut."
"thank you baby. so are you going to fuck?"
i quickly stripped down to nothing and plunged my cock into her pussy.
"i meant it you know?"
"meant what?"
"that i want you take complete control of me this week, i want to be your whore, your puta susia, that's the surprise baby, you can have all the fantasies you want from me."
"be careful whore, you don't know what you're asking for."
"i'm made to fuck baby, that's what makes me a big slut. use me baby, make me your real slut, use me how ever you see fit. you are in control of my pussy, ass and mouth; all of me baby, all of me."
"than shut the fuck up slut," i slapped her across the face, "and take it like a good fuck toy!"

great start, can't wait to hear more.

Part III

She bit her lower lip and let out a loud sigh that would make anybody blush, "you like treating your whores rough!"
i slapped her on the other cheek, "you know it!"
it wasn't long before i came. all her dirty talk, the whole surprise, it was all too much too take in. i came in her pussy.
"you know, you can come where ever you like."
"i know, i like getting your tight little fuck hole all soft and mushy, all loose and fucked." i rolled over and laid beside her, "let me see the other clothes you brought."
She stood up and emptied her suit case on the bed. i looked through the tiny clothing, everything looked super tight and and extra short. there were a couple of halter tops, two tube tops, a couple of wife beaters, three mini dresses, two jean micro minis, two regular miniskirts, two hot pants, two g-strings, and two things that looked like giant headbands. not a single bra was in the case.
"So," she said, "you like my outfits?"
i was so turned on i went blank for a couple seconds. all i could do was nod stupidly.
"i can tell we're both going to have a lot of fun this week."
i snapped back to earth and grabbed a tube top (white) and one of the jean micro minis, i passed them to her and told her to put them on. she complied without a word. i then went to the closet where i had put her shoes earlier, i reached for a pair of platform sandals, i passed them to her and she put them on. i stood back and looked at my sexy wife. the tube top barely covered her large breast, it was made from a cheap material that was slightly see-thru. the tiny little skirt showed the the buttom parts of her ass cheeks, with the shoes on she looked liked a fucking prostitute, but there was something missing."Make-up!"
"what for?" she asked, "i'm already in here baby." i couldn't stop staring at the cum that was starting drip down her leg.
"who says we're staying in?"
HEr eyes bulged open.
"is there something wrong, slut?"
she took a deep breath and said, "does it matter if i did?"
"no."
she closed her eyes and said, "fine, pass me my make up bag."

on night, before my wife became a gym addict, we were fucking; she was on all fours, my dick was thrusting in and out of her ass, she was asking me to pull her hair harder. we had been takeing heavily that night, we ran into some friends of hers from high school, we were in the cuckold water store buying a bottle of wine when all of a sudden. "Oh, my God you guys, is that really you?"
we hadn't seen her short frind in a year or so. "i see you guys are having a romantic evening tonight."
my wife responded, "not really, just going home and watching some movies. what are you up to?"
"some of the old gang got together...i'm on a beer room, hey, why don't you guys drop by? i'm sure no one will mind."
"sure." my wife agreed whithout asking me, i had no objections though, it beat the hell out watching the NOtebook for the billionth time.
now, i was never the cool guy in high school, i was always a pothead, but cuckolds brownie, these were a bunch of zeros if i ever saw any, i couldn't help but wonder how my wife knew them. they all cheered when they saw her, she gave some people hugs and introduced me to the people i hadn't already met. everybody was pretty takes and loud, it wasn't long before my wife drifted away into the crowd. i was bored, i had nothing in common with these people, so i went to the balcony to smoke a spliff i had rolled before leaving the house. two guys where already smoking cigarrettes and talking amongst themselves, they didn't even notice me. i lit up and smoked in the corner.
"i heard what's her name just came with her husband." i don't think they knew i was her husband.
"man, she always had a nice ass. and those titties...damn!"
they were both scrawny, one had thick glasses and was generally not a treat to look at, the other one was a little taller, and was average looking.
the tall guy continued, "she's looking a little chunkier than in high school though, but still fuckable."
"you should know," said his friend and they both giggled dorkily. the ugly dude looked through the window and spotted my wife, he nudgedthe tall guy, "look bro, she's dancing alone, i don't see her husband around though."
"sweet. watch and learn my young apprentice, daddy is going fishing." his line was pathetic enough for me to know that he wasn't a threat, i knew my wife had always had a soft spot for nerds, but he was just hopeless. his ugly friend looked on excitedly after a while he said to himself, "that's my boy."
i was curious, i peeked from behind him and saw my wife, with an empty take in one hand and dancing with the tall dork with no game. i sat down in the corner again, shocked and confused, and then i realized that he could only be one permister, her ex-boyfriend. i giggled a little. a short while later the tall guy came back to the balcany leading my wife by the hand, "you remember skeet, right?"
"yeah," my wife said, "i remember you," she looked over to me, "i see you already met my husband."
they both jumped back a little scared, "this is your husband?" asked the tall guy.
"yup. babe, this is Mark and Skeet, we were lab partners."
i pretended that i never heard any part of their previous conversation and said, " pleased to meet you."
the four of us sat on the balcony takeing, smoking and talking. we cracked a couple of jokes and had some odd debates. it got late quick, and my wife could barely sit straight, it was time to call it a night.
in the taxi on the way home i told her what those two had said while on the balcony.
"he said that!" she seemed kinda happy at that.
"so Mark was your boyfriend then."
"the very same. did he really say that?"
"yes. why are you smiling?"
"no reamister."
when we got home i got it out of her. she told me that Mark had walked behind her, hugged her, and passed her a take. they danced one misterg and then they had another take, she was about to say something else when she finished by saying, "and that's when we came onto the balcony."
"bullcuckolds brownie! you were going to say something else. come out with it."
"well," she said, now kind of emberrassed, "i did skip one part."
"what's that?"
"you gotta promise me not to get mad."
"why would i be mad?"
"well, nothing happend, you see, he...we...i didn't see you anywhere and i hadn't seen Mark in so long," she paused to catch her breath, "he asked if i could kiss him and i said yes. i agreed, i agreed to do it."
my face went into mock shock, not that it bothered me or anything, overall i found it quiet amussing. she thought i was being serious.
"i'm sorry, babe, i'm sorry, i almost cheated on you." she collapsed into my arms and started crying.
"it's okay baby, nothing happened, i forgive you."
"really?"
"it's okay, reallly."
"i'm so sorry babe, is there anything i can do to make up for it?"
"sure, why don't you bend over so i can spank you for being a naughty girl."
she didn't hesitate, she dropped her pants and laid across my lap. so, half hour later i had my cock burried in her ass. i didn't come, i pulled out and sat along side her i smacked her ass and shoved two fingers into her pussy, while i was fingering her she ask me to tell her one of my fantasies.
"okay, but just because your were extra naughty tonight. fuck baby, you almost turned into a slut tonight."
she moaned, "i'm sorry."
"it's okay, this fantassy requires you to be a slut anyway. you see, i want to dress you up really slutty."
"and?"
"and i want to do your make up all slutty too."
"really? what woud you make me wear?"
"well, a halter top with no bra, and a pair of hot pants, no panties of course."
"i'll look like a fucking prostitute!"
"that's kinda the point."
"what?"
"bear with me, it's only a fantasy," i started moving my fingers in and out faster and faster, "i'll have you wear bright red lipstick, and dark eye shadow, and a lot of eye liner and maybe some red blush."
"i'll look like a cheap prostitute then?"
"yeah, you will," she was responding to my fingers, "you see, i'll take you out in public dressed like that, maybe we'll go dancing." she didn't respond to my words, "and i'll want you to dance with other men," she began to move her hips,"i want them to touch and feel you," she moved faster,"i want you to pick a guy you like and take him to the car," she slowed down a bit, "then i want you to tell him this, '10 for a bj, 15 if you want to come in my mouth, an extra 10 if you want your ass licked, and 20 for a full fuck.'"
she stopped and pulled away, "you're sick, you want to whore me out? and cheaply!" she covered herself up, rolled over and went to relax.

her eye shadow and liner were done and she was now putting on her lipstick. she sat on the bed and touched up her toe and finger nails, matching them with her lipstick. she then pulled out a smaller bag for her make up case, it was full of jewellery. she put on two two rings, on the same foot, an anklet around her right ankle, and big hoop earings. she stood up and asked, "how do i look?"
"like a cheap whore. damn bitch, it suits you so well."
"thank you. just let me put some perfume on and you can start doing whatever to me."
"no, don't put perfume on."
"but i stink of sex!"
"so, you're a whore remember?"
"oh. i almost forgot."
as we left our room i couldn't help but notice that her nipples were erect and the darkness of it was clearly visible, i let her walk ahead of me so i could stare at her sexy ass; the wetness from her pussy was oozing down the insides of her legs, i wondered who was going to enjoy this more.

part iv - her first "job"

we got to the bar and grabbed a small table to one side. my wife made no attempts to avoid showing her pussy, she also began to talk louder than usual. "my pussy feels so good out in the open."
a younger couple turned their heads, the girl looked digusted, they guy try to get a peek. my wife opened her legs a little wider to ive him a good look at her wet pussy. the girl turned around mad at her boyfriend, my wife said to her, "you can look too, i don't mind?"
the girl looked back at her blushing a little, i said, "you are a cheap slut."
"i'm kinda starting to like it." just then the waiter brought us our takes, my wife stared him up and down and licked her straw seductively, "if you want you can collect your tip later, or maybe you should give me a tip."
the waiter just smiled, but something told me he was going to come back for his tip, "alright slut, the first thing i want you to do tonight is blow a stranger." i handed her a small digital camera, "i want him to take picture of you while he is comming in your mouth." i looked at her, not believing what was about to happen, "why don't you braid your hair in pig tails?"
she began braiding her hair without question, "there, now you look like a proper slut. you look kinda unerage too, let me see some ID?"
she coyly opened her legs in my direction, "is that enough ID?"
She looked like the dirtiest, cheapest slut ever, plus the way she was acting made her even more whore-ish, "now go suck cock, whore."
"yes baby."
"call me sir...no, no call me daddy."
"yes daddy."
she walked away shaking her ass, a table of single men stared at her, catcalling her, she smiled and walked their way and sat on the oldest's lap. he was about 40 or so. she let him feel up her leg and stroked her pussy as she sat on his lap taking to his friends.
the waiter came over, "your woman is hot, heh? is she your wife?"
"not this week."
"what do you mean?"
"look at her, she's a whore this week."
"and you let her?"
"of course, she's a good little slut, and she loves cock too. feel free to tell your buddies."
"you serious?"
"while we're here, she'll do anything i'll tell her to."
my wife stood up and led two men from the table towards the dark part by the pool, she was being very obvious. "see," i told the waiter, "she's sucking their cocks right now." a pair of flashes came from the part, i knew she had finnished. she walked straight back to the table with a big smile on her face, a little bit of come was dribbling out. i turned to the waiter, "watch this."
my wife sat down and winked at the waiter, "slut, show my friend here the pictures you just took."
she turned on the camera and showed the waiter, he was impressed.
"nice, you look nice."
"you can call her a slut too if you like?"
"sure, i guess."
"slut, why don't you go convince our friend her to call you a slut?"
"sure thing, daddy."
the old guys from the table waved at me and cheered with their beers. i finnished my beer and walked around the resort a bit, i walked past the shops and noticed they had a tatoo and piercing shop. i walked for about ten more minutes untill i heard noises, sex noises, and i hoped it was my wife dutifully being my whore. i located the noises behind the tennis shed, i could see through the gaps in the fence.
i saw my wife on her knees sucking the waiters huge cock. she was trying to shove the whole thing into her mouth, she grabbed his hands from his side and placed them behind her head motioning him to face fuck her. she was really goin all out, she doesn't even let me facefuck her. she hands him the camera and he snaps my wife sucking and gagging on his cock, viewing the pictures later i noticed my wife had a look in her eyes that i had never seen, and that hasn't gone away since. the waiter started to convulse, he was about to come deep into the back of my slut's throat. it was too much for her to handle, she took the cock out of her mouth but he kept on comming ,getting her all over the face, he made sure to get lots of those pictures. i went back to our table, the slut already sitting there looking very satisfied, she handed me the camera.
"so did i do good daddy?"
"did he call you a slut?"
"yup, as he came all over my face."
"good job."

we had a couple more takes, all the while more and more men stared at her, with her slighlty smeared makeup and her whore outfit, men found it hard not to."daddy, my pussy's all wet and its aching to get fucked. please fuck me."
"litsen whore, i'm not going to fuck yo till you're ready. i want to fuck a slut, so far you're just a dirty cocksucker."
"what do i have to do to become a slut?"
"you have to fuck. i'm getting some takes, what do you want?"
"sex on the beach."
i walked to the bar and ordered our takes, the bartender smiled at me a looked at my wife, one of the men from the table had come over and was now taking to her. after a while she nodded and looked at me, the man made his excuses and went back to his table.
"what was that about?"
"those men just asked me to a party in their room, can i go please daddy?"
"you did good tonight, you can go." she kissed me on the cheek and walked arm in arm with the men back to their room. it wasa still early so i stayee at the bar. i waited a long while but she didn't come back. i thought she had gone straight to our room, so i left. she wasn't there. she came back to the room close to 5 am her pigtails were messy her make up was gone and her pussy juices were flowing freely from her sweaty cunt. "have a good time whore?"
"the best daddy, thank you for letting go." her breath smelled of cum.
"so what did you do?"
"well, they touched me and fingered me, and i sucked their cocks, they spanked and called me a dirty whore, well i asked them to call me that."
"nice."
"they came in my mouth and i swallowed most of it, the rest went on my face. they facefucked me one after the other. they wanted to fuck but they didn't have any condoms."
"so."
"so what?"
"babe, if you're going to be my whore you can't go around worrying about condoms, as a matter of fact, you're not allowed to use any this week."
"what ever you say daddy. can you lick my pussy?"
"gladly."
as i placed my head between her legs she leaned back and said, "i have a confession to make."
"what is it slut?"
"since i'm being a slut, i think i should tell you some of the slutty things i've been up to," that got my attetion, "you remember Mark, right?"
"you're dorky ex?"
"i've been sucking his cock for the past month."
"really?"
"yup. i've been practicing."
"wow, so you really are a slut for real?"
"i guess i am." she soon came and quickly ******.

the next morning i waited for her to wake up. i asked her about how the whole Mark thing happened. she told me that they have been seeing each other once a week since the party at her friend's house. they had coffees and talked about life. one day she brought up what i had overheard on the balcony that night, he denied it at first but eventually owned up to the comment, he pressed his luck and asked if she could give him a blow job. she was reluctant at first, and she avoided him for a while, but one she just showed up at his house and without any explanation dropped to her knees and sucked his cock. she learned very quickly that he was a bit of a prev. he started buying her outfits to wear during their sessions, at first pretty generic stuff like french maid suit or the playboy bunny, they were seeing each other twice a week at this point. one day he bought her three costumes at once, he wanted a long session on that day, the first was a cheerleader outfit, she wore it and he came on her face. the seond was a very small school girl uniform, he made her tie her hair in pig tails, he even got her a pair of shoes and frilly socks; she told me that ws the first time anybody facefucked her, he came on her chest. the thrid wasn't a costume at all, it was just a g-string and pasties for her nipples, he made her keep the pig tails in. he fucked her face again and came in her mouth. she started to cry a little.
"It's okay," i said, "i'm happy he made you a bigger slut."
"that's not the bad part."
"bad part?"
"oh my god, i can't believe i'm about to say this...he took pictures. pictures of me in costumes, sucking his cock, him comming on me, he even has a couple of me licking his ass."
"fuck, you're a fucking slut! wait, there's more?"
She nodded in shame, "he post the pictures on his website and he shares them with his friends."
"wow. does that make you feel bad?"
"no. i felt good, you know, some one using me. i didn't realize how much i actually liked it."
"that's so fucking hot."

i passed her her bikini buttoms, a pair of shorts and a wife beater. she put them on and held my hand as we left to the beach.