Anne Marie, Submissive Slutwife

I haven’t written about my hot wife in a while, so I figure it’s time to fill you in on her latest sexploit.

Anne Marie is 40, looks 27, and fucks like a 19 year old. She’s tall, tanned skin, with long wild dirty-blond hair. Her legs and ass are perfect. I don’t mean perfect for a 40 year old, I mean just perfect. Toned, rounded in all the right places and tight as a drum. Her 34 B tits are perky and her nipples (nipple ring on the left one) are always hard.

We have been playing around with others for the last 14 or 15 years. I absolutely love to watch her with other men and women, and she absolutely loves to be watched. So as you can imagine, it works out pretty well. We are a match made in Heaven. She’s hot and she loves sex, and I’m relatively good looking and it turns me on when she explores the full depths of her sexuality.

Anne Marie has always had this fantasy about being completely dominated (by a guy other than me) and made to do all kinds of sordid things. I mean, sometimes she’ll be too embarrassed to admit it, but in our wildest throes of passion she often tells me how she longs to be treated like a true slut. I finally decided to make the fantasy come true.

My buddy John has been one of Anne Marie’s semi-regular lovers for the last ten years or so. She hadn’t been with him in a while (and she was craving it) and he was starting to bust my balls about when he could “get together with that hot wife of mine”, so I decided to set them up on a date.

I told John about Anne Marie’s fantasy, and he was all over it. He agreed to give her what she was looking for and said that he wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence in the room. He said he always knew she had a submissive streak in her and that he knew exactly what he was going to do.

That Saturday night, I laid out a dress for Anne Marie that was actually quite conservative. Very sexy, but certainly conservative for Anne Marie. It was a mid-thigh length black wrap dress. I also laid out thigh-high stockings, her garter belt and a pair of 4 inch black high heels. Obviously, there were no panties and no bra.

I hadn’t told her what we were doing later in the evening, but I did tell her to make sure not to make herself cum while in the shower. She promised, but who knows? Anyway, once dressed, she looked stunning. Her legs looked spectacular, and the dress hugged her ass in such a way that it almost made me cum. Her braless nipples were quite noticeable through the clingy fabric of the dress, and they were already standing at attention.

As we pulled up to the Hilton downtown, Anne Marie gave me an inquisitive look.

“What are you scamming?” She asked.

“Nothing, baby. I just want to have a few drinks in the hotel bar.” I lied.

Actually it wasn’t really a lie. I took her straight to the bar and we both hung out and had a cocktail. And another. The way she was sitting on the bar stool, made her dress gape open at the hem, exposing the tops of her stockings and her garters. Every once in a while I would casually brush my hand over her thighs exposing just a little more skin each time so that by the middle of our third drink, she was pretty well exposed to anyone who might decide to cop a close look. She starts to get a little loose after three martinis and she was getting a lot of attention from a couple of guys at the bar, so I figured it was time to get moving. She was disappointed that I was dragging her out of there so early and she reluctantly winked and smiled her goodbyes to the bar guys as I walked her out into the lobby to the elevator.

“You’re ready for bed already, hon?