Slut

Slut
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

“Would a threesome excite you?” Debbie asked me as she entered the family room. My wife spoke calmly, almost disinterestedly, as though my thoughts on having group sex were of some academic concern to her. As such, the provocative nature of the question took a moment to sink in, but when it finally occurred to me, what Debbie had said, I looked up at my wife in utter surprise.

“What?” I began to say, but my thoughts were lost before I finished one. Debbie and I had never discussed anything like this. I don’t know why. It just never came up.

“I mean, like if we . . .” Debbie tried to explain.

“It could,” I interrupted. I would have surrendered an enthusiastic, “Hell, yes!” but women had taught me to suspect a trap when one of them started leading me down some naughty hallway. Who could tell what awkward confession I might be tricked into making? Perhaps overcautious, I would commit to nothing; If there was a chance we were taking a first step toward some outrageous fantasies, my best bet as a husband was to let my good lady wife lead us her merry way.

Of course the idea of inviting some lucky friend to join us in the bedroom aroused me to distraction, for I am a normal and forever perverse man, but being realistic forced me to give a nod to the short list of the unpleasant results which befall unlucky libertines when they dare to indulge in exercises of sinful pride. “But not unless it excited you,” I cautiously added.

“A man or a woman?” Debbie asked, pleading for I don’t know what.

“I think it could be interesting, either way. Why do you ask?”

“I was reading,” Debbie said. She sat down at the other end of the sofa. Until then, I hadn’t noticed the flush in my wife’s cheeks. Debbie moved a small pillow from beneath her leg and smiled nervously as she tried to collect herself. Her breathing was heavy, as though she had been running. Her manicured nails traced a slow curve along the crest of her thigh. Shy, my wife cast her eyes down, seeming to study the frill of the pillow as she sought for the words she was anxious to speak.

“There were these whole bunch of short dirty stories I found, and I found . . . ” Debbie’s quick words halted as her feelings overwhelmed her. Nipples jutted hard under her thin cotton shirt. “I found that stories about group sex make me wet. I’m turned on by them all; wife-watching goofs who let their wives fuck big studs, old college friends at reunions in bed-breaking threesomes, stripper sluts fucking whole bachelor parties, gang-bangs in bars, horny housewives licking each other until their husbands do them all . . . ” Debbie’s voice trailed off in hard rubbing distraction before she roused herself sufficiently to say in a slow sultry tone, “I love stories about sluts.”

By this time, her scarlet-tipped fingers had worked their way under her loose shorts and pushed away the thin film of her panties to give a vigorous rub to the lusty wet cunt underneath.

“Sluts?” I asked softly, staring as my wife slowly spread her legs and exhibited the way she teased a stiff clitoris. I watched in fascination and Debbie watched me watching her. Her dark eyes blazed with her desire.

“Sluts,” she repeated with a quick brush of her fingers along her full pussy lips. “You don’t know how much that word turns me on.” Debbie shivered and shifted. “Sluts sucking slut cunts and cocks fucking hot sluts. Wow. I started looking for stories about big sex and just skipped all the rest. Mack, I’m so turned on by this. You’ve got to help me. I want to fuck everyone.”

Debbie threw her head back and still rubbing her pussy, began to moan. I could see her cunt quiver as she lifted her bottom from the sofa to urge the orgasm in hot blasts from within, shivers of my pretty girl’s lust laid forth as a feast for my gluttonous eyes.

“What,” I dared ask as her ecstatic throes faded, “are you thinking, you slut?”

“Ohmigod,” my wife squealed at the word, her cunt clearly aflame.

“Does this mean you’re going to help me fuck Carrie?”

“When she licks me, you can fuck her,” Debbie said, short of breath. “That pretty slut has been wanting to taste my cunt for a long time.”

“I like that,” I told her, now stroking my rod. “And you’ll lick my hot spunk from her slit when I’m done.”

“Please,” Debbie whimpered.

“And I’ll give Jim a call, he’d probably like some of that.”

“Please,” Debbie whispered, fingers plunging inside.

“You slut,” I accused, a grin betraying bad intentions. My wife melted and gushed as my long cannon fired.

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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