Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

 I had just finished doing my makeup and hair for work, added a special perfume and opened the double door of my large dressing room to wake my husband for the first conditioning ritual in two weeks. My pink makeup and clothing laid out was all the institutions my husband needed. He started by inserting a silver metal buttplug with a pink jewel and small bell on it into my ass. We then dressed me for the day. First was a pink mesh micro thong and matching bar. Then a short, low cut pink dress with irregular white tiger stripes that were semi-sheer. We finished with a pair of pink 6in platform pumps. Once I was dressed I changed the ritual slightly. I used my left hand to firmly stroke the head and shaft  “Do you like helping me dress like a sexy whore?” Do you like it when I dress like a sexy whore ?…Do you like having a sexy whore wife?…” Do you like dressing me in sexy whore outfits?... Does having a sexy whore wife make you horny?…”. With a change in inflection I switched to ''You like when I’m a sexy whore … You like when I dress like a sexy whore…You like dressing me in sexy whore outfits… You like having a sexy whore Hotwife…  having a sexy…whore…Hotwife makes you horny…having a sexy whore… Hotwife makes you want to cum…  You want me to feel like a sexy whore by making you cum… You want to cum for yourWhore Hotwife…” With him now close I finished with  “You like when other men look at your sexy whore wife?”... “ You like that other men find your whore wife sexy?”... You like knowing other men want your sexy whore HOTwife? CUM for YOUR whore Hotwife…”. Unlike past rituals my husband answered my questions and responded to my statements with “ yes” or “ I do” . However like every past one this ending was the same. He shot a large load of cum to the floor. Getting up I told him “Clean your mess before it dries and remember we are going out tonight” before placing my wedding ring on my bedside table, not even pretending to clean it now and leaving for work.

Work was busy but uneventful compared to past days but I did tease my husband with a pic of a wet spot on my thong with the message “Got wet thinking if anyone else could have seen your phone last night” but didn’t get a response. After work I returned home to change for the night out and found my husband already dressed for the evening. My husband slowly undressed me down to nothing other than the buttplug that stayed in. He then redressed me in my next much sluttier outfit. Starting with a pink pearl micro thong making sure they are in line with my pussy slit, next a pair of knee high bright white silk socks with pink bows on the backs, my top was a pink cross front halter top that exposed the middle of my tits as well as pushing them up, a pink pleated micro skirt with a over size built in belt barely covered my ass and left the straps of my thong showing on my hips. I stepped into clear pink 8in platform heels before finally having my husband tie a silk ribbon around my neck as a choker. Then for the second time that day I started the conditioning ritual. This time I grabbed his balls with my right hand pulling them down and back between his legs, my left pointing his dick down to the floor as I jerked the head and shaft firmly. Carefully controlling his orgasm I started the conditioning again.  “Do you like helping me dress like a sexy whore?... Do you like it when I dress like a sexy whore ?… Do you like having a sexy whore wife?… Do you like dressing me in sexy whore outfits?... Does having a sexy whore wife make you horny?…”. With a change in inflection I switched to ''You like when I’m a sexy whore … You like when I dress like a sexy whore…You like dressing me in sexy whore outfits… You like having a sexy whore Hotwife…  having a sexy…whore…Hotwife makes you horny…having a sexy whore… Hotwife makes you want to cum…  You want me to feel like a sexy whore by making you cum… You want to cum for your whore Hotwife…” With him now close “You like when other men look at your sexy whore wife?... “You like that other men find your whore wife sexy?... You like knowing other men want your sexy whore HOTwife?” He was on his absolute edge when I added “You like that other men want to FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife… You like knowing other men would FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife...CUM for YOUR sexy whore Hotwife…CUM  NOW FOR YOUR SEXY WHORE HOTWIFE!…” His even more vocals of “yes”, “I do” and “that’s right” were louder, more clear and often said mid moans. Immediately after I released his balls a huge load of cum shot right to the floor and he continued to cum for several more strokes after leaving the biggest mess yet. I got up, pulled out a thin silver chain from my jewelry box and walked toward my bedside table. “Hurry and clean that mess up so we can go. I put my wedding rings on the chain and wore it around my neck. 

At the restaurant we met with several friends and co-workers in the parking lot before heading in. I started being flirty with the other men right away. During dinner I made sure that I was sitting between my husband and Isaiah, the sexy young black man that I teased him with last time. I made sure to flirt and tease Isaiah but also another sexy young black man sat across from us named Trill. Trill was someone I haven't had yet but Kelsea and Wendy both did and said he was worth fucking. I had told him how I wanted to make my husband and to be extra flirty and physical with me throughout the night. While eating Wendy and Keleas help steer the conversation to sexual things and experiences. For the first time my husband got to hear about some of my wild college sex parties, my first cock over 8in and a few other things from before we were dating. Occasionally I would run my hand over my husband’s leg feeling his dick stiffen during my tales. At one point Kelsea commented on how sexy my top was. After thanking her I said “I think it would look better if I had bigger tits”...  grabbing them in both hands squeezing them together “what do you guys think” looking over first at Isaiah then Trill and my husband last. I stretched my arms up and pushed out my tits to make a show of it. Their replies were  Trill - “They are perfect in or out of that top ” Isaiah - “You have great tits” and My Husband - “They look amazing already but if you want bigger we can look into it” Kelsea just giggled. The rest of dinner was much the same with others of the group also joining in on the mostly sex related topics. 

After we finished eating the majority of the party moved from the restaurant side to the bar side. My husband went to put in the first round of drinks orders. I purposely found a table that was one chair less than we needed. Leaving one seat open for my husband I sat across Trill’s lap. Once my husband returned I pointed to the free seat next to us “we saved you a seat!”. More fun and several rounds of drinks later I was dancing with the girls when Trill stepped in. His hands found my hips and stomach as we danced, eventually getting a feel of my ass too. I wouldn’t leave my husband alone for too long making sure I was having fun with him as much as the other guys. His constant joking and laughing seemed like he was enjoying himself. One time when I came back from the bathroom he asked “ If I was was going to need a spanking tonight” I lifted up my tiny skirt letting him and few other get a good look that the micro pearl thong “No they are still on” Looking over at Trill I added “at least for now”. I sat back on Trill’s lap this time my back to his chest and grabbed my half empty beer, draining the rest in one draw. As I did I pressed against Trill pushing my tits forward, letting some of the beer run down my chin and to my tits. When I wiped them clean I intentionally allowed one to slip out exposing my pierced nipple for everyone. Trill looking down over my shoulder said “Wow that’s not what I was expecting, boss”. “Oh my piercing?” I replied and pulled out the other tit “I’ve had them done for years now”. Looking at my husband “I really should go up a gauge or two especially if we are going to be getting me a bigger set of tits” I squeezed them before covering back up. I moved over to my husband’s lap after, leaving my legs open just enough to allow a peak of what is under. I could feel my husband hard-on so I wiggled my ass a bit to make sure he knew I could feel it. I didn’t stay on his lap long before I hopped off, gave my skirt a quick flip up for peek under and went to put another round of drinks in while swaying my ass as I walked. Returning I bent over at my waist legs straight giving anyone a full view up my skirt and a look at my tits. I asked my husband “Want to check to see if I need a spanking tonight?” knowing that my   thong was visible on my hips above my skirt. He slid his hand up my thigh over my ass and held the skirt up for a bit before letting it fall saying “You have been good so far”. I pretended to whisper to my husband but still spoke so that others could hear “The fact that you’ve been hard all evening is making me so wet” It was true I could even feel it. I went back to sitting on my husband's lap. I had one leg up on Trill’s thigh, the back of my heel resting on his cock. We drank and hung out until near closing. I made one last trip to the restroom taking my tiny thong off and keeping them in my hand. Walking right up to my husband I said “hold out your hand” He did with a puzzled look on his face and I placed the tiny thong in it and finished “You said they had to make it home not that I had to wear them”. He simply replied “I’ll be clearer next time” We all had one more round before heading home. 

Getting in the car to leave I made sure to flash my ass and bare pussy to all who could see including my husband. The ride home my hand stroked my husband dick over his pants the whole time but neither of us said much. Once we reached home I told him to go up stairs and strip naked and lay on the bed. I fixed up my makeup and grabbed something before joining him. He was laying on the bed naked, his dick as hard as rock. Without undressing I tossed him a pair of handcuffs “put those on behind your back. I can touch you but you can’t touch me”. With my husband on his back I carefully took his dick between my lips sucking and licking. Making sure to go slowly to bring him close but not allow him to release yet. Then I climbed on top of him, his face between my thighs. “See how wet I am after tonight, be a good be and lick it up”. He licked my clit and pussy only able to move his head to the point of me cumming. With that I positioned myself over his dick but did not let him enter. I lower down just enough for the head to part my slit. “Do you like helping me dress like a sexy whore?... Do you like it when I dress like a sexy whore ?… Do you like having a sexy whore wife?… Do you like dressing me in sexy whore outfits?... Does having a sexy whore wife make you horny?…” He answered “yes”. lowering myself further on his dick say it with me “''You like when I’m a sexy whore …You like when I dress like a sexy whore…You like dressing me in sexy whore outfits… You like having a sexy whore Hotwife…  having a sexy…whore…Hotwife makes you horny…having a sexy whore… Hotwife makes you want to cum…  You want me to feel like a sexy whore by making you cum… You want to cum for your whore Hotwife… He repeated every line as I worked my hips bringing him close. “You like when other men look at your sexy whore wife?... “You like that other men find your whore wife sexy?... You like knowing other men want your sexy whore HOTwife?”. We were both close to cumming when I brought us both over the edge  saying “You like that other men want to FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife… You like knowing other men would FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife...CUM for YOUR sexy whore Hotwife…CUM  NOW FOR YOUR SEXY WHORE HOTWIFE!…” He filled my pussy as we both moaned out loud. 

I undid the cuffs and just as expected my husband switched roles. I was shortly bent over doggie with him pulling my arms back being cuffed myself. He pushed his dick into my ass. His hard and steady strokes had me cumming again. “You like acting like a whore? …You like flaunting around like a whore?... I moaned out “YES” as I cummed again. He continued, “You like being a whore?”... You like getting fucked like a whore? Again moaning “YES”. He was now going harder and faster “tell me what you are…tell who you are” With a slap on my ass I answered “A Whore! I'm your Whore!” He commanded “Tell me what you want”  I yelled “to be fucked like a whore!” He slammed into me until we both cummed again. He let me stay like that a bit and slapped my ass once more before releasing me.