Karen - From Trophy Wife to Slutwife - 2 - Sex Stories

Karen - From Trophy Wife to Slutwife - 2

Chapter One It’s been about a week since my newly retrained slutwife has returned home. I can say that she was not wavered once in that time. She has maintained our house, keeping it clean. She’s had dinner prepared and ready for when I arrive home from the office. Now mind you, she never cooked before. Her meals have been scrumptious too. Each evening she is naked, except for her collar, in the “Ass up” position. It’s where she’s on all fours, with her legs spread, her head is on the floor, her back is arched. This presents her cunt and ass for me. She’s resting on her elbows with her hands even with her shoulders and pointing forward. It’s a sight to see after a hard days work. I doubt that I will ever tire of it. I have been looking forward to the weekend, so that I would have more time to play with Karen. She seems eager too when I walked in the door on Friday. So to reward her for this week, I dropped down behind her as I walked through the door. I unzipped my trousers and pushed my hard cock right into her splayed folds. She was so wet that I had no resistance, as I drove my cock home. Karen never really liked taking it from behind, always thought it too impersonal. But her moans and the fact that she was pushing back to meet my every thrust, meant that her thoughts had changed on the subject. There was a low hum emanating from her throat, as our body collided with each plunge. I reach up and grabbed her lovely red hair, pulling her head back as I drove my throbbing ...

... cock into the depths of her core. I saw her legs start to tremble and heard her gasps of breath as we both headed towards our orgasms. “How does my slut feel about being taken right here in the foyer of our house?” “Ohhhh, good Sir, I love to be taken by you anywhere, at any time.” “Are you needing to cum now?” “Yes Sir!” “You may.” Her screams of release sent me over the edge with her. She kept driving back to meet my thrusts. I could feel her working her kegel muscles to milk the last drops of my seed. When she felt that she had sufficiently done that, she quickly turn around on her knees and laved my cock clean of our cum. I was still shaking my head at the change in her attitude. I zipped up my trousers and headed to the dining room to eat our dinner. Karen obediently followed right behind me. The smell was wonderful as we passed through the kitchen. She had made Chicken Cordon Bleu, my favorite. It was served with fresh green beans and squash. She brought me a Scotch, neat. I could see the fluids of our union leaking down her thighs. Dinner was wonderful. Karen patiently waited for me to finish, then while I took a shower, she ate and cleared the dishes. She was finished by the time I returned. I had put on my bathing suit because I thought I would lounge by the pool for the rest of the evening. Karen followed with my newly refreshed drink. We talked, really for the first time, about her training. She said that she felt liberated. That she realized that she had been ...