Slutwife-and-Hubby's Blog

Chapter 1 – The Interviews

My name is Annabelle. My husband Eric and I are 33 years old and have been married for 1 5 years. He likes me to be a slut. A real slut, willing to do almost anything. He, of course, loves me to be a slut with him, but he also enjoys me playing with other people, and I love to please him. I'm 5' 6”, 200 pounds, with a set of triple D's that catch everyone's attention. It took me a long time to realize it, but I'm sexy. You don't have to be ridiculously skinny to be sexy, you just have to own your body.

I thought I was straight for almost my whole life. Having been raised very conservatively, I don’t think I ever really considered that I might like women. I definitely liked guys, which probably made it all the easier to ignore my curiosity. About a year ago though, I really started to notice how sexy other women were, and I started to fantasize about it. Now I crave it. I want to be with a woman for the first time, but I’m picky too. I really want to find just the right one so that my first experience is all I’ve imagined it to be. I thought that I would find someone to learn from; I never thought I’d have the chance to be the teacher, but then I met Jenny.

I work at my husband’s tech company. If I’m honest, I don’t actually work there that often. I usually work from home with Eric. Working from home gives us lots of time to play, which he really enjoys. I go into the office sometimes though, mostly to interview new people, which is how I first met Jenny.

She was actually part of an intern program we had. Every year we take on two to three really talented young developers, letting them spend their summer working with and learning from our senior developers. We get a lot of applications, but I like to go through them myself. This year I had gone through almost eighty applications and pared those down to just five that I planned to interview. I had scheduled the interviews all for the same day, and that’s why I was at the office.

No one at our company know’s what a slut I am. It’s important to Eric and I to keep those parts of our lives as separate as possible. I dress a little provocatively when I go to the office, but not excessively so. The day of the interviews, Eric had picked out my outfit. I was wearing a black knee length dress with red polka dots, a dark blue bra over my triple Ds, thigh high stockings that looked just like work appropriate pantyhose as long as I didn’t lift my dress, and a pair of black strappy shoes with a two and a half inch heel. The dress was low cut and sexy, but not slutty.

I may not have looked it, but I was feeling extremely slutty. That morning, while Eric was picking out my clothes, he asked me what I was going into the office for. When he found out that I was interviewing the potential interns, things got a little heated. He took the panties he had picked out and put them back in my drawer.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“You won’t need any panties today baby,” he said. “I want to think about you talking with these young guys without them on. Shifting around, knowing that if you sit wrong they might see what a slut you are.”

My pussy immediately got wet. I love it when he takes control and calls me a slut.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Now get dressed.”

I dressed for him. His eyes glued to me like I was doing a strip tease for him, even though the clothes were going on rather than coming off. Once I was dressed, I stood in front of him and s l o w l y turned around, letting him see every bit of me.

“Very nice baby. Now sit down so I can see what the guys will see today.”

“Yes sir,” I said as I obediently sat on the edge of our bed.

“Good girl,” he said as he paced back and forth, looking at me from various angles. “You’re holding too still. They’ll never sneak a peak like that. Stand up and bend over the bed.”

“Yes sir,” I replied as I stood, turned around, and bent over the bed, spreading my legs as I did. I was used to this. This is what he did to both “punish” and reward me. My pussy began to tingle in anticipation of the spanking to come.

Eric didn’t walk up behind me though, instead going to his nightstand and opening our toy drawer. He pulled out my favorite but plug, a purple one that is about five inches long, about and inch and three quarters in diameter, and can be comfortably worn for long periods of time. He grabbed out a little lube, and walked back behind me again.

I felt his hand caress the bottom of my bare ass cheeks where my dress had ridden up and was exposing them. I involuntarily shivered as he s l o w l y slid my dress up, exposing the rest of my ass. I spread my legs a little wider, and bent my knees as much as I could to help spread my ass cheeks for him. I was soaking wet now and was hoping to entice him to pound me hard and satisfy my growing need.

“Very good, slut,” he said as he saw me shifting around to give him better access.

I heard the lube being opened, and moments later I felt the cool tip of the plug pressing against my tight little ass hole. I needed something in me so bad. I pressed back against it as much as I could, but in my position I couldn’t do much.

“Do you want this in you?”

“Yes sir, I want it so bad!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a slut and I need it sir,” I replied

I know how much he enjoys me calling myself a slut, and this time I was rewarded with the slow insertion of my favorite plug. I felt my ass stretching to fit it, and it just made my pussy want something in it even more than before. My as was writhing back and forth in pleasure. I couldn’t help it, it felt amazing and I always loved being used by Eric like this.

I was so focused on how good the plug felt and how bad I wanted something in my pussy, that the slap on my ass came as a complete surprise. My pussy juices literally started to drip down my inner thigh, and I nearly orgasmed as his hand both stung my cheeks and jarred the plug deep in my ass.

“Mmmm,” I involuntarily moaned. “Thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome slut,” he replied as he pulled his hand back and brought it down against my ass again.

He spanked me for several more extremely pleasant minutes, bringing me close to orgasm over and over but never quite letting me get there.

“Please sir, your slut needs to be fucked so bad! Please fuck me,” I begged, my voice high and whiney.

“No, I want you to go to those interviews hot, horny, and wanting to be fucked. I do think one of us needs to cum though. Get on your knees.”

I immediately got on my knees in front of him, and began to undo his pants and pull his cock out to suck. I felt his hand twine into my hair as I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth all the way to it’s base. I suck his cock often, and can take it all the way into my throat with relative ease now, and I was so turned on that I sucked it like I was actually trying to swallow it whole.

He tightened his hand in my hair and began to pull my head back then push it down on his cock over and over. “Unf,” I moaned happily around his cock.

“Mmmm, you’re being a very good girl honey.”

I love it when he tells me I’m a good girl. It makes me proud, and turns me on more than I can really explain. I began to pull against his hand, trying to pump my head faster against his cock, but he held me firmly and kept me moving at his pace. I reached up and took his balls into my hands, massaging them for him so that when he came I would get every drop.

“Oh, that’s very good baby. Use one hand to finger yourself though, and make sure to play with the plug while you do.”

“Mmesh shure,” I tried to assent with his cock still in my throat.

I reached down and drove my middle and ring finger deep into my sopping wet pussy, using my fore finger to play with the plug. I was just happy to get some attention there. I wanted to cum so bad.

“Don’t let yourself cum though,” he said as if reading my mind.

I was disappointed but obedient. I slowed my fingers, and kept myself on the edge as he continued to pump his cock into my throat. Several minutes later, I felt his balls tense in my hand just before he pushed in deep, shooting his load straight into my throat. I swallowed like I always do, looking up at him as much as I could, knowing how much he likes that.

He pulled his cock out, and pulled up on my hair a little to let me know I should stand. I stood in front of him, one hand still playing with my pussy and plug. He reached down, grabbed that hand, and lifted it to my lips.

“Clean your juices off your hand, then hurry to the office honey. That plug stays in until I remove it tonight.”

“Yes sir,” I replied as I began to lick a copious amount of my own juices off my hand.

The ride into work, and the walk to my office, were challenging, erotic, torturous, and amazing. I loved being plugged and naughty, but hiding it at the office was hard.

D u r i n g the interviews, it was incredibly difficult to concentrate. The first four candidates were all your average geeky guys that you expect to see at a tech firm. They may not have been muscular and tanned, but I was hot, horny, had a plug in my ass, and I liked geeky guys. After all, that’s exactly what Eric was. I couldn’t hold still at all d u r i n g my sessions with them, and I’m sure they could tell how turned on I was, they were just too nervous to say anything.

Two of the candidates were markedly better than the other two, so I was pretty sure I knew who we were hiring and who we were passing on. I just needed to make it through one more interview and then I could go home to Eric and he would pound me like a good little slut, giving me the release I so badly needed.

I had a few minutes before my next interview, so I took a moment to step into my private bathroom. There are perks to owning the place. I grabbed some tissues, lifted my dress, and tried to wipe my juices off my thighs. I knew that I wasn’t allowed to play with my pussy and satisfy myself, but I didn’t want my juices to get all over my thigh highs and be visible below my hemline. I teased my clit just a little with my fingers. I couldn’t help it, but I didn’t go too far.

As I went to open the door of the bathroom and step back into my office, I saw that my fingers had gotten wetter than I thought when I played with my clit. Knowing what Eric would want, I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, then opened the door and stepped into my office while my own taste was still coating my tongue.

Just as I stepped out, the door to my office opened and my last interview of that day walked in. My breath caught in my throat, and I stopped mid stride. I knew my last interviewee was a female, but I hadn’t expected her to be this gorgeous! She was about 5’ 6”, maybe 120 lbs, with beautiful dark brown curls framing her perfect little face. She had big brown eyes, long tan legs, and perky breasts somewhere between a B and C cup. She was wearing a black dress and tall black heels, accented with a wide, bright blue belt. Her lips were full, and she was wearing a deep burgundy lipstick that made them stand out without looking like she was trying too hard. All this, and she walked in timidly, like she didn’t know how stunningly sexy she was.

I was suddenly very self conscious of my dripping wet pussy, and I flexed my thighs to try to stem the flow a little. Unfortunately tensing my muscles down there made me feel the butt plug more intensely, which only made things worse.

“Please have a seat,” I said, surprised that I was able to keep my voice mostly steady.

“Thank you,” she said shakily. She was nervous, which only made her sexier for some reason.

I hurried to my chair and sat down as well, thankful to have the desk between us blocking the view of my lower half. D u r i n g all the other interviews I had joined each of the young men on their side of the desk, letting them glance at the hem of my dress as it rode up d u r i n g the course of our conversation, but with how I was feeling now, I didn’t trust myself to do that with this girl.

“I’m Annabelle, very nice to meet you,” I said as I extended my hand across my desk toward her.

“I’m Jenny, nice to meet you too ma’am. Thank you for this opportunity,” she said in the same shaky voice from before as she took my hand and shook it.

I clamped my legs tightly together, and tried to focus on the interview. The girl was smart. The interview was going great, even though I was having an extremely hard time not staring at her. Ogling might be more accurate. I was either hiding it well, or she was too nice or nervous to let on that she noticed. After only about ten minutes with her though, it was obvious that she was better than any of our other applicants, and easy on the eyes too.

I decided that I needed to cut the interview short. It was obvious that she was the perfect applicant, and I needed to get home and get fucked before I went insane.

“So, what hours would you be available?” I asked. With interns we often had to be flexible and work around their college schedule.

“Well, I have my last two periods free already, and my academic counselor says that if I get a job she can switch my second elective for work study, which would let me leave at lunch. I should be able to get here by about twelve thirty Monday through Friday, and I’m completely free on the weekends if that’s better.”

“Oh! You’re in high school? How old are you?” I asked as my heart sank a little.

“I’m s e v e n t e e n,” she said and my heart sank a little more. “I’ll be e i g h t e e n next Friday, but I don’t mind coming in that day if I get hired.”

And I was instantly happy again. I couldn’t help it. I knew it wasn’t realistic that this young girl would have any interest in a woman in her thirties, but for some reason I was happy to know that it would soon be possible at least.

“That sounds great honey. I have to say, you’re extremely bright, and just what we’re looking for,” I said. “Let’s talk numbers, and set a start date for you.”

“Really?!” she said. Her excitement made me smile.

“Absolutely.”

We don’t do unpaid internships, we’ve found that the quality of work is really poor. Instead we pay a low wage, but it’s still better than working at fast food or a coffee shop or something. I made an offer for a reasonable salary, and she accepted graciously. We agreed that she’d start on Monday, shook hands, and I walked her out even though I could feel the plug in my ass with every step and it made my pussy juices run down my legs.

As soon as she left, I went straight to my car and drove home like a woman on a mission.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, I was going insane. I hurried into the house, and found Eric on the couch watching TV while he worked. I walked up to him, straddled his lap, and kissed him deeply. As our tongues were dancing and writhing together, I felt his hands slide down between my legs. My breath caught for the second time that day, as my body tensed in anticipation of his fingers in my pussy. Instead, I felt him push my plug deeper and I gasped, sucking in air, not even realizing I had been holding my breath.

“Wow, seems like someone had fun with her interviews today,” he said between kisses. “Was one of them especially hot, or was it just wearing a plug and no panties?”

“One of them was so hot!” I said as I pulled back from him, pushing my ass harder against his hand. My eyes closed as I revelled in the feeling.

“Yeah? Which one? Did he make the cut?”

“Yes, SHE made the cut.”

“She?! Oh you little slut!”

“Thank you sir. Yes, her name is Jenny and she’s super hot.”

“Bend over the arm of the couch, and tell me all about it.”

I stayed bent over the arm of our couch for the next two hours or so. I went through every detail over and over, while Eric spanked me, ate me, fucked my pussy and ass, and came in my pussy and on my ass. I revelled in the pleasure, letting myself go completely and letting Eric take total control of my body as he used it to our mutual pleasure.

My body was completely satisfied, and extremely tired when we finally finished. Eric and I settled in next to each other on the couch.

“I think I’m going to work from the office next week honey.”

“That’s a good idea. You will wear dresses and heels every day, you will not wear panties, and you will send me regular texts with photos of your pussy and details on all the naughty things you’ve been thinking.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, not even trying to hide my excitement at the prospect.