An English Slut.

Why is it that you are always the last one to find out when your wife's screwing around and it's always your so called best friend she's fucking. In my case better make that plural.

If I describe Hazel then your realise why men find her so attractive. She is 5'5", long auburn hair with green eyes. Although not exactly slim she is not fat either, just pleasantly proportioned and around 8st. Her best assets are her 38"DD tits and long shapely legs. She has a real bubbly personality and just loves to flirt.

I was tipped of about her affair by an anonymous phone call at work one day telling me to "go home now". Letting myself in the front door I could immediately hear the sounds of our bed creaking and Hazel screaming out obscenities. I quietly crept up the stairs and rushed into the bedroom just as Richard, a so called friend, was busy pumping my wife full of spunk.

In my anger I dragged him from between her legs, threw him naked down the stairs and out of the front door, chucking his clothes from an upstairs window a few minutes later. When I returned to the bedroom I saw Hazel lying on the bed in just black stockings, suspenders and her 6" heels which I bought her for Christmas. Her legs were still spread wide and a trickle of fresh spunk was running down her thigh towards the quilt. She was ashen white and shaking from head to foot.

I called her a fucking slut amongst other things and demanded to know how many times he had fucked her. Slowly the story emerged and through the tears she started to confess to other men having screwed her. All the time she was talking I was standing at the end of bed taking in the sight before me and before I realised it I had a real stonking hard on. She started pleading with me to forgive her, promising it wouldn't happen again. I just walked round the side of the bed and grabbing her by the hair said, "If you like prick that much then suck on this you fucking whore" and proceeded to shove my cock down her throat. She didn't mind sucking cock but would never let me come in her mouth, well, I soon changed all that and actually enjoyed watching her choke as I held her mouth over my prick and shot what seemed like gallons of spunk down her throat.

After the initial shock had worn off we sat and talked. She told me that it all started when Richard called round one day and found her sunbathing topless in the garden. She had already drunk a bottle of wine and was feeling really randy. One thing led to another and she ended up fucking him on the lawn. After that, Richard started to introduce her to some of his mates and before she knew it she was shagging all of them.

She fell silent at this point as though there was something even worse but she was not telling me. "Go on" I said, "lets have the rest". "Tom saw me screwing Richard in the garden" she said tearfully.

Tom is an old guy in his mid fifties that lives two doors away. He was a real pain in the arse. Before his wife left him we had witnessed several occasions when arriving home drunk he would start shouting abuse at her before throwing her out of the house. The poor woman was always covered in bruises and just six months ago had packed her bags and left.

It seems that now, since watching my wife get a good seeing too in the garden, Tom had been making even more of a nuisance of himself and was constantly making suggestive remarks every time he saw her. On one occasion he had even called at the house and suggested she might like to try a real man.

What a situation. Faced with this I could do one of two things, divorce the little slut or make the most of it. I chose the latter.

She was still dressed in only suspenders, high heels and stockings and as we talked all I could do was picture in my mind the sight of Richard clenching his arse cheeks as he shot his load up her willing cunt.

I was still very angry at this point but seeing her dressed like a total whore and hearing all these stories was having its effect and I was slowly formulating a plan of my own. Pulling her roughly to her feet, I told her we were going for a little walk. She went to pull away but I just held her arm tighter and steered her down the stairs and towards the back door. "I can't go outside looking like this" she cried. "Why not" I said, "it seems that half the fucking neighbourhood has already seen you so who cares".

With no further resistance, Hazel went through the door and stood in the garden. Even though it was dusk, anyone looking from their window would have had a clear view. As we walked towards to gate at the end of the garden, I made her keep her arms by her side, that way anyone watching would get a clear view of her tits and cunt. We went through the gate and along the lane, eventually turning into Tom's garden, her high heels click clacking on the tarmac.

By this time she had got the message and desperately tried to turn back. "Please Tony" she begged, "not Tom, I can't do it with him, please, he's just a dirty old man, he hates women". Gaining the upper hand I said, "sweetheart, you either do as I say or you pack your bags and fuck off". Realising I meant it, she meekly bowed her head and said "what do you want me to do". "Your going to knock at Toms door and when he answers tell him you want to be his whore for the night". The look on her face. As she neared the door, she pleaded with me not to go through with it but I just pushed her forward.

She tapped lightly on his door and stood there shivering in the cool night air. Her nipples were sticking out like hat pegs and as she shivered her tits wobbled around like two large jellies. Getting no reply she turned to leave, I pushed her forward and banged hard on the door. After a couple more bangs, the kitchen light went on and the door was flung open.

"What the fuck do you want", said a slightly drunken voice. Before me stood a man in his late fifties, unshaven and stinking of drink. He was wearing an old pair of overalls and was bare from the waist up. As he focused on Hazel his attitude changed drastically. "Well, well, well" he almost sneered, "it's the little slut from down the road". Then turning to me he asked what was going on. "Better ask the slut", I said. His old eyes lit up at this and we both turned to look at Hazel. Almost whispering and looking at the ground she said, "I want to be your whore for the night".

Old Tom couldn't believe his luck and looked at me as if for confirmation. "I thought it was about time I taught the little whore a lesson" I said, "what's the matter Tom, too much for you is she". At this I grabbed her tits and pushed them forwards towards Tom. "Better come in" he said grabbing her roughly by the nipples and dragging her into the kitchen. "So, you want to be my whore for the night do you" he said pushing her roughly up against the wall. "Lets see what you've got to offer then shall we". With this he lent forward taking a nipple in his mouth at the same time pushing her legs wide apart and sticking two fingers up her well used cunt. "Been fucking again by the feel of it," he said, taking his slimy fingers from her cunt and offering them to her mouth to lick clean.

He led her into a dingy front room and made her stand there as he ran his hands all over her. "Likes her cock does this one" he said looking at me, "I seen her with them fella's while you be at work". I quickly told him what had happened and that from now on he could help himself to her whenever he liked. Without warning, Tom suddenly slapped Hazel hard across her arse cheeks, making her scream in pain and her cheeks glow bright red. "Likes it rough, does she" he said, slapping her again.

He then grabbed her hair and forced her to her kneel in front of him. She stared directly at his bulge as he slowly undid the buttons on his fly. What sprung out surprised even me. Tom was blessed with a cock of abnormal proportion both in length and girth. "Told you you needed a real man" he smirked, pushing the first few inches into her mouth.

It was a fantastic site watching Hazel dressed in only stockings and heels, gagging as a very large prick forced it's way between her ruby red lips. Holding the back of her head with one hand and a nipple with the other, Tom slowly forced more and more of his prick into her mouth until eventually she gagged so violently that he had to withdraw some of it. I thought he was going to shoot in her mouth but Tom had other ideas.

He pulled her to her feet and pushed her into an old armchair. Then he made her place one leg over each of the arms, opening her wide. "Play with your cunt you little slut" he commanded, and stood over her stroking his cock as she dutifully played with her cunt. He knelt before her and slowly eased his fat prick into her as she continued to rub her clit. Hazel closed her eyes and started to whimper as he feed even more into her. I watch as her cunt lips were pulled into her by this enormous weapon. As he pulled out they would cling to his shaft leaving a coat of cum juice all over it. Tom continued this in and out until eventually his whole prick was buried to the hilt.

He fucked her for ages, pulling on her tits and calling her a slut, whore, bitch and any name he could think of. Initially, Hazel only let out the odd cry or whimper as though he was hurting her, but after a few minutes of total penetration she was matching his obscenities with plenty of her own. "Oh yes, shove that big prick right up my cunt", "come on you old bastard, I thought you was going to show me what a real man can do". Tom started to fuck her harder and looking over at me said, "Christ, she really is a little slut isn't she".

Withdrawing his cock, he commanded her to get on the floor on all fours and started to take her doggy style. I knelt at the other end and she eagerly opened her mouth for my engorged cock. I didn't last long and was soon filling her mouth for the second time that day. Just as I finished, Tom grunted and shot his load up her willing cunt.

He then made her sit in the chair again with her legs spread. She had to scoop his cum out of her cunt with her fingers and eat it. I really thought she would rebel against this one but far from it. She absolutely revealed in it, she even volunteered to lick Toms cock clean. This was definitely not the sweet innocent Hazel I had married.

We stayed the night and I watched and joined in as Tom tied her spread eagled to his dingy old bed and proceeded to fuck her with anything to hand including a cucumber. She loved it all, especially his big prick.

I told Tom that from now on he could do what ever he liked to her providing it did not involve any bodily harm. Taking me at my word, I would often come home to find Tom and on one occasion two of his old army buddies fucking her senseless. He made her dress like a real tart and after parading her round the garden, gave her to his friends. Jim and David were of a similar age and typical squady material. Both were covered in tattoos and although not as well hung as tom they could still maintain a reasonable erection and knew just what to do with it. The three of them fucked her brains out and had her sucking cock all night, even when they couldn't get it up anymore. She absolutely loved it and became a real little whore.

I started making her dress in revealing outfits, taking her to clubs where she could flash her tits or bald cunt to other men. Sometimes it ended up with her inviting the lucky guy home where we would both fuck her brains out. My favourite was when going on motorway trips, I would make her wear a front fastening dress with her sexy black underwear and thigh boots. She would be made to sit with her legs wide apart and her tits out flashing to the lorry drivers as we passed. It was on one of these occasions that she got the fucking of a lifetime.

We were travelling home along the M4 when we passed a removal lorry. On looking down at the sexy lady in the saloon car, the driver was so shocked he very nearly crashed the dam thing. I kept pace with him for a little while allowing him and his mates to get a good view and even made Hazel lift her short dress above her waist and frig her pussy.

A few miles further on and we decided to stop for a short break Having finished my drink I left Hazel sitting at the table and headed of for the gents. I was half way through my piss when a voice said "look what your missus has done". It was the old boy from the removal lorry and as he spoke he was trying hard to bend a very large stiff prick so he could take a leak. If you've ever tried to pee with a hard-on you'll know what he was going through.

We both laughed and with the ice broken he introduced himself as Harry. "What I'd give to get between her legs" he joked on the way out. He was really shocked when I said he could. Before returning to the waiting Hazel, Harry and I hatched our plan.

Instead of going back to the car I told Hazel that I was going to fuck her in the bushes and steered her towards to lorry park. Harry's lorry was parked in a quiet corner and I propped her against it and took her dress off. "What if somebody comes" she said nervously looking round, "what are you worried about" I said nastily, "half of England have seen what you've got to offer, if anyone comes you'll just have to fuck them". By now I had her tits hanging over the top of her bra and her knickers round one ankle. I brought her off using two fingers up her soaking wet cunt and just as she came I asked her if she wanted some more cock. Of course in the heat of the moment she said yes. "Then shout it out" I told her. In merely more than her normal voice she said, "I'd love some more cock right now". That was the signal for Harry who now jumped from the cab and asked if he could oblige. You should have seen her face.

She tried to grab her dress and cover up but I had it securely out of reach and she had no option but to stand there in just black stockings, suspenders and high heels while Harry leered at her. She stood there while Harry had a good feel, running his hands over her tits, her arse and down to her cunt. "Nice and juicy" he said sliding a couple of fingers in.

"Let's get in the back of the wagon," said Harry, "it will be more private and comfortable". We got into the lorry and closed the doors. Harry turned on an interior light and made a make shift bed out of packing cardboard and dust sheets. He laid Hazel down and made her spread her legs. I stood stroking my cock as he enjoyed running his hands up her stockings, over her nice bald cunt and onto her tits. Hazel sighed and started to move her body in encouragement.

We put her on all fours and I fucked her while she sucked Harry's cock. Suddenly, the door opened and in climbed Phil and John, Harry's two helpers. "Fucking hell" said Phil, a young strapping 18 year old, "Harry's pulled a tart". At this point I shot my load. John, a fit guy in his mid forties simply took my place and fed his cock into Hazels gaping hole. He didn't last long and added a second load of cream to her well used cunt.

Harry said it was his turn now and turned her over onto her back, "fuck me" said Phil again, "the bints got a bald cunt". Harry positioned himself between her legs and feed his big prick into her waiting hole. We all stood and watched as he slowly pumped in and out, pacing himself and waiting every time she reached an orgasm. He then changed places and lay underneath with Hazel on top riding his prick for all she was worth. "Remember that film we saw last night" Harry said to the other two men, "yeah" said Phil, "all three holes at the same time". Harry pulled Hazel to him, laying her flat across his chest, her arse sticking high into the air and his prick buried to the hilt. Phil moved in and before she realised what was happening he was spitting into her bum hole and working it in with his fingers. Hazel tried to sit up but Harry had too tight a hold on her.

John came round the front and grabbed hold of her hair, steadying her as he fed his prick into her mouth. Phil was now replacing his fingers with his prick and I watched as inch by inch he fed it into her arse hole. Hazel was grunting and trying to pull away but all three men held her firmly until with a final push, Phil was completely home. What a sight, an man old enough to be her father was lying on his back with this young bird dressed in black stockings, suspenders and high heels sitting on his cock while another guy had his prick buried in her arse and a third one in her mouth.

As the three of them started to fuck her, it was young Phil that came off first, "oh fuck," he yelled, "I'm going spunk right up your arse you fucking bitch". As he climbed of, I took his place. Even though he had just filled her with cum, it felt incredibly tight and within minutes I was adding another load. Harry and John both came at the same time and by the time she climbed off, she had spunk dripping from every orifice.

I watched as the three men took her again and it was some two hours later that a spunk filled Hazel climbed wearily into the car and we headed for home.