From a faithful wife to a whore in one night

The summer was hot, and on one of those sweltering evenings, I was waiting for my husband at home. I'm only 21, but I've been married for 2 years already, and we live together wonderfully... if it weren't for that day...

I decided to cook a special dish for my husband, his favorite, but I didn't have enough ingredients for it, so I gathered myself to go to the corner store, very close to home. Since I was in a hurry, I decided not to change and went out in what I was wearing. I was dressed in a silk robe tied at the waist—I love wearing it around the house; it's quite short, but in principle, it's okay to go outside in it without being ashamed. On my feet, I put on the first thing I found, which happened to be rather tall, elegant

heeled boots. Before leaving, I looked at myself in the mirror and was even surprised to see how sexy and slightly provocative it looked. But deciding that it was already getting dark and I didn't have far to go, I didn't change.

Halfway to the store, I suddenly realized, "What a fool I am! I forgot my wallet!" But my thought was rather shamelessly interrupted by a question:

 — Hey, girl, hey girl, what are you doing walking around here in a robe and boots, and wiggling your ass like that? You even stopped, were you waiting for me?

I was still lost in thought, so I replied without thinking:

 — Yeah, I forgot my wallet at home, that's why I stopped. I'm going to the store.

I thought, "Stupid habit of wiggling my ass!"

 — Girl, how about I go to the store with you, buy what you need, then walk you home, and you can give me the money? It's dangerous to walk around like that! What if there are some maniacs around? It's evening, after all!

I gave him an assessing look; he didn't seem like a maniac, and I really didn't want to go back home—the elevator was broken again, and climbing to the 8th floor in these heels would be pure torture.

 — Well... okay!

And we walked toward the store. I kept a decent distance, so he wouldn't even think about hugging me or anything like that. Although, when we were entering the store, I stumbled and he caught me, but very carefully and without groping, so I relaxed, thinking he was just a kind person who decided to help.

 — Hi! — I greeted the cashier, who I knew... I always say hi to her...

 — Hi, Dash! — she smiled, but then her face showed surprise at seeing me with some other man, not my husband, but she stayed quiet.

I immediately started scolding myself. "What a fool! I forgot everyone here knows me." A second later, another thought came: "Damn! And I'm dressed like a slut!" I was snapped out of my daze by a rather brazen slap on the ass from my companion.

 — Dash, let's go buy what we came for quickly, I'm tired of waiting... — and he nudged me a little so we disappeared behind the high counter of the minimarket. I was at a loss for words at first, and he spoke loudly enough for others to hear, so everyone immediately believed him, labeling me as a slut who sleeps around.

 — Listen, you! — I said as soon as we moved away a bit — What do you think you're doing? One more move like that and you can go to hell! I don't need your help! I'll work something out with the cashier! — I immediately thought, "I wonder why that idea didn't occur to me earlier? Olya and I know each other, I could have paid her back later."

 — Now you listen! — he said quietly but confidently and brazenly — You're dressed like a slut right now, and everyone saw me casually slap your ass, so either you don't resist in the store and let me grope you, or... — a theatrical pause — I'll just take off your robe—it's only held by the belt—and underneath, you're wearing such whorish panties, don't worry, I already noticed. When I fuck you here, no one will even think to intervene; everyone will think the slut asked for it!

I froze in shock... I really was only wearing a thong, and the kind you can even have sex in without taking it off. I opened my mouth a couple of times to protest, but then closed it, realizing I was in a hopeless situation.

 — But only groping! And not too brazenly!

 — That's for me to decide! — he grinned brazenly

I immediately went to buy what I needed to get this over with quickly. The guy occasionally groped my ass, and when I bent down to get something from the lower shelf, his hands cupped my breasts, but it only lasted a second, and I decided he really wasn't going to grope me too much. We were already heading to the checkout line when he said he'd be right back and dashed off just as I was standing in line with a bottle of wine, a chocolate bar, and a pack of condoms.

 — Are you out of your mind? — I exclaimed in amazement — We didn't agree on this!

 — Relax, these are for me tonight, I'm going to see a chick. — and smiled again, putting his arm around my waist

 — Oh...

We didn't talk anymore until the checkout. While I was putting the items on the conveyor belt, he stood there brazenly staring at my breasts and ass. Then he placed the bottle of wine and the condoms next to them and said:

 — Babe, I'm paying for everything!

And immediately his hands were on my waist, positioned so that his fingertips were brazenly pressing against my pubic area. The cashier, Olya, looked up at us, gradually scanning from bottom to top, looked at the items, and smirked slyly.

 — Have fun, you two! — she winked at me

 — It's not like that... — I try to say

 — We'll do our best! — he says, smiling, and his hand moves under my robe, brazenly groping my ass... — let's go!

I try to walk ahead, but he quickly catches up and puts his hand on my ass, lifting the robe to show everyone my underwear. I walk out of the store all red-faced and immediately step away from him.

 — Alright, satisfied? Now give me my groceries, I'm going home after this humiliation!

 — Hold on! You owe me money for them. Forgot our deal?

 — Oh, right... well, let's go.

He puts his hand on my waist again, but I step aside.

 — No! The deal's over!

He smiles silently. We enter the building, climb the stairs (a couple of times he "accidentally" runs his hand over my ass, but I ignore it, trying to get home as fast as possible). I enter the apartment, and he follows.

 — Cozy place!

 — Wait, I'll give you the money now! — I go into the living room to look for my wallet. "Damn, where did I leave it?" I notice it on the floor near the table—probably dropped it when I was getting ready and forgot. I bend down for it and feel my robe riding up, and a moment later, I feel hands on my waist.

 — HEY! — I cry out

I feel the strings of my thong tearing, I try to straighten up, but his hand pushes me down again.

 — Calm down, babe.

His hand brazenly starts caressing my pussy, while the other gropes my ass and prevents any attempt to stand up. I try to figure out what to do and spend about 10 seconds in a stupor, during which I manage to get aroused, though I try to fight it.

 — Stop!!! I'm married!!!

I feel his cock touch my pussy, and at that point, I can't hold back my arousal anymore—it instantly gets wet. He starts sliding his cock over it, both his hands squeezing my ass. I realize he's no longer holding me and that I could have straightened up for the last 10 seconds. I immediately straighten up, but with a calm, unhurried motion, he lifts me by the waist, carries me to the table, and places me against it, lowering my chest onto the surface.

 — Like being a whore? — he inserts the tip. I arch my back, but he pushes me onto the table again.

 — NOOO! — but I say it in an aroused voice, and he enters me fully. He didn't waste time and immediately set a fast pace. It was like a dam broke—until that moment, I had been holding back my arousal, but at that instant, I stopped thinking and couldn't contain it. I started moaning. Loudly and dirtily. He just smirked and doubled the pace. He thrust into me again and again; I gripped the table in excitement and started moving in rhythm, knowing I wouldn't last long. And just as I thought that, I felt an orgasm unexpectedly wash over me. I screamed for him to fuck me, moaned, spread my legs as wide as I could while my body shook in ecstasy. He didn't let me recover.

 — Now take off your robe and lead me to the bed where your husband fucks you. I'm going to fuck you now!

I immediately straightened up and took off my robe.

 — Let's go! — I walked into the next room, wiggling my ass as much as I could. I was afraid to admit it to myself, but I liked how I felt.

 — Great ass-wiggling! Get it ready, it's next!

Everything inside me froze with excitement. My husband and I had only done it twice. Entering the bedroom, I immediately lay on the bed and spread my legs.

 — I'm yours!

 — No, babe, you're your husband's, but I'm fucking you! Turn over!

I obediently get on all fours. He spreads my ass cheeks and very slowly starts entering, gradually speeding up.

 — You're so tight!

I try to relax my ass, just to give him pleasure. Finally, he enters fully and starts moving. I immediately move in rhythm, no longer constrained by shyness. He quickly got into it and started moving fast again; I began to feel my arousal, which hadn't even cooled down from the orgasm, approaching its peak again. And then I felt his finger in my pussy and couldn't hold back... Another orgasm washed over me, and I jerked in his hands. The second wave was even stronger, probably because I wasn't holding back anymore.

As soon as I started coming to my senses, I heard his commanding voice:

 — Now a blowjob on the stairs, and I'll leave!

 — But... — I start, thinking about what people will say

 — Any objections, and I'll call the neighbors during the blowjob! So do your best!

I look at the clock in horror... my husband will be back in just 20 minutes...

 — Okay!

I throw on my robe and, glancing around cautiously, leave the apartment. Then I feel his hands lowering me to my knees. I stand up, turn around, and start sucking... trying to make as little noise as possible but to give pleasure as quickly as possible so I can shower before my husband returns.

 — Get undressed, whore!

Without thinking, I take off my robe, giving him the best blowjob of my life, feeling he's finally close to cumming.

 — Use your tits!

Obediently, I start caressing his cock with my breasts, sometimes taking the tip in my mouth or licking it with my tongue. Unexpectedly, he cums. And how! His cum gets in my mouth, on my face, in my hair; I try to swallow what I can, but it keeps landing on me. He sighs contentedly.

 — You're an excellent slut! I'll leave you the wine and condoms! — he smiles, zipping up his pants. He walks toward the stairs. I watch him go, kneeling there naked. He turns around.

 — If I want more, I'll know who to come to! — he winks and leaves, leaving me with a feeling of complete physical satisfaction but self-loathing morally.

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