Turned My Wife Back Into a Slut Pt. 01

This is a series of stories about how I turned my once exotic dancer girlfriend, (and her girlfriend), from a housewife, back into the wanton sluts they once were.

The very first time that I saw my wife-to-be, she was dancing, topless, wearing just a G-string, on a raised stage, surrounded by eager men throwing money at her.

She was stunning. The first thing I noticed was her, surprisingly, firm double-D breasts. Her light brown hair hung slightly below her shoulders. She turned in my direction and while looking at me with her beautiful blue eyes, she smiled. I was smitten.

After her dance session, she covered up and walked through the crowd collecting her tips. Handing her my money, I introduced myself. Her name is..., so let's call her Jane.

She was very outgoing and easy to talk to. She laughed when I told her she was beautiful. After inquiring about her work schedule, I made it my business to be front and center for her every appearance.

Two weeks later I felt we knew each other well enough to ask her on a date. Something I'm sure every other guy in the place had done. I was surprised, and extremely pleased when she accepted.

Our first date was a nice lunch in La Jolla and a stroll on the sidewalk along the ocean. I was enthralled by how well we were getting along. I wondered if this was her usual encounter or if this could be something more.

I dropped her off at her house early that evening. I didn't want her to think that I was just interested in sex, and I was told later that she appreciated that.

The next night at the gentlemen's club, after her dance set, she approached me. She pulled me aside, telling me that she thoroughly enjoyed our time together, and asked if I would like to go to a party with her tomorrow night.

It was the birthday of one of the other dancers. The party wouldn't start till after the club closed, sometime after 2 am. Needless to say, the next night after watching her dance, I followed her to the party.

When we arrived the party was already going strong. I recognized many of the girls from the club were there. What I found interesting is, normally when you enter someone's house you are greeted with a handshake or the bump of fists. Seemed like at this event the acceptable greeting was to lift your top, holler, and shake your tits about. The only reaction I received when I lifted my shirt was laughter.

The party was loud and just a bit out of control for my liking, but that wasn't going to deter me from spending time with Jane. The alcohol flowed freely, and there were a few, at the time, illegal cigarettes being passed around, I noticed in one of the bedrooms a group bending over a mirror.

I'm not a Saint, and, neither is Jane, we both enjoyed a little smoke. I was relieved when she told me she didn't do any of that other stuff.

It didn't take long for Jane and I, nor the rest of the crowd to become inebriated. A few of the girls, being true to their profession, had removed their tops.

We were talking and laughing, having the best time, when she paused, looked into my eyes, took me by the hand, and led me to the bathroom door. I assumed my job was to guard the door as she used the facilities.

To my surprise, after the person occupying the bathroom exited, she entered, pulling me along with her. Locking the door, she dropped to her knees, and before I knew it, had my pants open, and my cock in her mouth.

My back against the door, I watched in awe as she ravaged me. It was glorious. Exploding in her mouth, she eagerly gobbled every drop. All she said was, "I get horny when I drink and party." (meaning smoke)

One of her dancer friends was there to witness us exiting the bathroom. Laughing, she gestured at us, pumping an open fist in front of her mouth. She somehow knew what had just taken place.

Thinking about it, I wondered how many times this had happened before, but pleased that this time it was me. A tug of my hand, we returned to the crowd, where we were greeted by the stripper's welcome.

And I think, not wanting to be the odd girl out, Jane removed her top. What a beautiful sight. She couldn't help but notice me ogling her, took my hands placing them on her chest, telling me, "They won't break."

Feeling a little uncomfortable mauling her chest in front of everyone, I stopped. Told her how amazing she is, and once again how beautiful.

It was around 3:30 am when there was a knock at the door. We happen to be close by, so Jane, in her naked glory, opened the door. And as strippers do, greeted the two police officers.

They were surprised, to say the least. It took a few seconds for one of them to speak. "We received a noise complaint and would appreciate you turning the volume down."

Jane was as cordial as could be, telling them she would take care of it. Meanwhile, I'm thinking, with what's going on, we are all going to jail. The officers gazed a little longer, turned, and left. Phew.

Shortly after the music was turned down people started to leave. As did Jane and I. Following her to her house, we spent the rest of the night together. We made love three times that night before falling asleep.

I was awakened the next morning by a hand on my crotch. And enjoyed the second blow job in less than eight hours. We made love again after some eggs and coffee.

That was the start of our beautiful relationship. I would show up every night she danced. And after, I would follow her to her house and make love.

This went on for weeks till one night she said, "We have to talk." My heart dropped. Then came," I like you." I was ready for, "BUT," but it never came. Instead, she offered to be exclusive. I was elated. Hell, she was the only lady that I was seeing anyway.

Then came, but you have to take me as I am. She admitted that she had been with a lot of guys. That she had done many wild things. And that guys she knows may approach her and it might be uncomfortable for me. I was all right with all of it.

She continued her dancing career, and I continued showing up to watch her. Four months later she moved in with me. Just over a year after that, we were married. Eight months later we were expecting our first child.

Shortly before our daughter was born, we decided she would stop dancing. My lucrative job allowed her to stay home and raise our daughter, and son, who arrived a year and a half later.

Fast forward twenty-four years. The kids have graduated from college, both have careers and are out of the house. Now in our late 40's, she has calmed down quite a bit. Her mindset now is that of a mother and housewife. Nowhere near the free spirit, she was years ago.

Physically the years have been very kind to her. Still as beautiful as the day I met her. But after two kids, she doesn't have the tight dancing body she once had. She has kept her hair long, so she looks younger than she is.

Her greatest feature besides her beauty, was and still is her grandiose and sumptuously large DD chest. They turn heads wherever we go.

Now starts the beginning of her trip to depravity. It started innocently enough, and maybe a bit boring for those expecting sexual situations right off the bat.

We went to the local casino for the buffet and gambling. The buffet serves free beer, wine, champagne, and a stronger alcoholic beverage of the week, usually something like a rum punch.

Jane has never been a big drinker, and after her third glass of wine was a bit tipsy. After we finished eating, we each got another drink to sip as we gambled. We usually play blackjack at the tables.

The wife has on tight jeans and a buttoned knit top that scoops in the front. There is some skin and about four or five inches of cleavage. Very sexy but not anything obscene.

This catches the eye of the guy sitting across from her. He can't keep his eyes off her. I whisper to tell her. She whispers back, she already knows. This continues for a half hour. I whisper to her, "I think he's drooling."

She giggles.

This guy can't keep his eyes off my wife's tits. Now finished with her fourth drink I know her inhibitions have lowered. In her ear, I tell her, "Open one of your buttons."

She looks at me and under her breath says, "No."

Asking, "Please."

She tells me, "I can't do that at the table."

I tell her, "Well, after all those drinks you probably need to go pee."

I get,..." maybe."

I tell her, "Just do it. Go pee and unbutton a few buttons."

I get a disgusted look. I do some more begging till she finally gets up. She returns to the table, and I see the guy's eyes light up. I checked her top and sure enough, she had opened two buttons.

Her top laid open exposing more skin and a healthier portion of cleavage. I was excited, as were the other guys at the table, to see my wife's new look. And by the big smile on her face, she knew she was putting on a show.

I whispered to her how hot she was, and placed my hand on her leg, rubbing it slightly.

I didn't stare at the guy that was ogling her tits. Didn't want him to stop. I told her, "I bet he's hard."

She giggled.

I told her to smile at him, maybe a wink. She looked at me with a frown.

I begged her. A minute goes by. I didn't think she was going to do it. Then I see her look down, glancing at her chest, then lifting her eyes to look right at the guy, giving him a big smile. Letting him know, that she knows he is checking her tits, and that it's ok. I felt a stirring in my loins.

The next half hour the two of them spent glancing and smiling at each other. She fiddled with the material at the opening of her top. As if it were an unconscious fidget while studying her cards. Allowing the occasional flash of more skin.

We had been playing cards for almost two hours now. That was long enough for either of us and we decided to leave.

Driving home I told her it excited me to see her flirting like that. The several grabs of my crotch led me to believe that she enjoyed it as well. That night we had the best sex we've had in years.