The movie Bachelor Party with Tom Hanks’, helped me turn my wife into a slut.
My wife Heather has long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, big D cup tits, with a full round ass. I would love to watch porn with her, but she doesn’t like watching porn. She does however, have a love for old classic movies and I love old classic movies too. Since I knew she wouldn’t watch porn with me, I came up with an idea.
One Friday night, when we couldn’t find anything to watch, I said, “Why don’t we watch a classic movie?”
“Like what?” She asked.
“I don’t know, but we could make a bet because we have enough time to easily watch two movies. So, I was thinking whoever picked the best movie, that we both liked, then that person would earn a massage tonight by the loser.” I said.
“No, you will just say whatever movie you picked was better, and I will just say mine.” She stated.
“I’ll be honest, but you’ve got to be too. If we really both choose the movie, we’ve picked, it’s a tie and neither of us lose.”
“How long does this massage have to be?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Okay, we can try it.” She agreed.
We decided to let her pick the first classic movie. She was having trouble picking, because she was trying to pick the movie, she thought I was going to pick.
“Let’s make this bet easier by both of us picking a Tom Cruise movie”, I suggested.
“No, I don’t feel like watching Tom Cruise tonight.”
“How about a Tom Hanks Film the? Or maybe a Clint Eastwood movie?”
“Okay, Tom Hanks and you have to pick a Tom Hanks movie too, right?”
“Okay, yes”, I agreed.
She added, “To make it fair let’s choose the same decade, 80’s or 90’s?”
I decided on the 90’s.
Heather asked,” But what if I wanted to choose for the 80’s?”
I said, rather a little more sharply than I had intended, “Okay choose any movie you like and I’ll choose the same decade.”
Heather complained, “I don’t know if I like this game, because I would love to watch Splash, and I know you don’t like that as well as some of the others.”
“Choose whatever,”
“What are you going to choose?”
“I don’t know yet. So just pick something. Okay?”
“Then I’m picking to win, so I choose Turner & Hooch,” She stated.
“That’s a great movie, but let’s not watch a dog movie tonight”.
“Okay, but you can’t pick splash if I pick the movie you’re wanting to pick,” She said.
“Fair enough,” I agreed.
She smiled and said, “Big.”
In the movie Big, there’s a scene where Tom Hanks is a 12 yr. old boy that beats a carnival game that grants wishes to the winner. He wishes to be big and the next day he wakes up in his bed as a full-size man. When that part of the movie happened, I said, “Can you imagine if a man won and made that same wish, I want to be Big? Then he grew twice his size like that. He would be close to 12, or 13 ft tall with a 13- or 14 inch cock. Damn, where is that machine? I want to make a wish.”
Heather laughed and then said, If I knew where there was a machine like that, I would be finding it for you baby.”
After watching Big, I chose Bachelor Party,
Heather says, “I know I saw this years ago, but I really don’t remember it.”
After about 15 minutes in I said, “I’m going to owe you a massage.”
Heather said, “I was hoping you were going to tell the truth about Big being better, but let’s finish the rest of this now. I haven’t seen this in a very long time.” I agreed, and soon I worked in another dirty comment.
Later in that movie there’s a scene where these women, who are dressed like hookers, but are actually good girls, only dressed like that to break in on the party and catch the guys with real hookers. Those women dressed like hookers end up in the wrong room, where a bunch of Oriental guys are. When they see them, they get all worked up and are just about to attack them when one of the ladies says, ‘Go, I’ll hold them back, just go now, don’t worry about me, just go now, I’ll hold em back until you’re gone.” Then when the girls all take off running, the woman jumps on the bed shouting ‘Take me,’ to the room full of guys.
Later that night after admitting Big was a better movie, I owed Heather her victory massage, I was rubbing her down with oil, and telling her how Big was the better movie, when I said, “It was close though, because that scene where the older woman told those guys to take her was funny. and it was also a turn on.”
Heather said, I don’t see how a bunch of Oriental guys are a turn on”.
I said, “Just think about a room full of good looking guys like that, and you were the one in sexy lingerie saying ‘Take me,’ like she did.”
“Me”? She asked, I said,
“Yes you. You would be wearing all of them out and they would all be crying for a medic.”
She laughed. “I don’t know about all that.”
After her massage, while we were making love, I said, “I can’t get the thought of you doing that out of my mind.”
“What?”
“You wearing sexy lingerie, and jumping onto a bed saying, ‘Take me to a room full of guys.”
Heather closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. Then she asked, “Why, Does that turn you on?”
“Yes, Oh god, yes”, I sighed.
Heather closed her eyes and started to crying out from a huge orgasm, I knew Heather got off picturing herself with a room full of guys and I pictured it too as I started cumming, filling her full with a huge load.
After we calmed down, she went to get cleaned up and when she got back in bed, she said, “You sure knew how to get me going tonight. Maybe next week we can watch Multiplicity so that then I can picture having a room full of guys all looking like you, in the room with me.”
As she sat there with a big smile on her face I said, “Nothing about me turns me on.”
“Why? You’re a good looking guy.”
I answered her saying, “I told you it was the thought of you doing that with a room full of guys that turned me on, not the thought of me being all the guys.”
Heather said, So what you’re telling me is that if I got fucked by a room full of guys, you would be turned on by that. But the thought of you fucking me doesn’t turn you on? That don’t make any sense to me.”
I said, “That’s not what I said”.
Heather argued, “You just told me that the thought of you fucking me doesn’t turn you on.”
“No, the thought of fucking you turns me on to no end, but the thought of watching you with a room full of guys, taking turns on you, all of them attacking you, and giving you multiple orgasms, that’s what I was thinking about when I got off tonight.”
“Yeah right. I know you would be way to jealous if any man even made a move on me.”
“No, not if you were all turned on and wanting him to.”
She laughed, “You are so full of shit.”
I asked, “Does the thought of doing that turn you on?”
Heather asked, “What, a room full of guys fucking me?” I shook my head yes and she continued. “Well I can’t say that I’ve never thought about things like that before, but I had never considered entertaining the idea of actually doing that. I haven’t thought about anyone else sexually for a long time, but back when I did, it was usually just one guy. Thinking about more than one guy at a time would make me feel like such a slut. Women don’t like to think of themselves as a slut.”
“That’s crazy, because guys love sluts.”
Heather said, “Really? That’s just the kind of girl guys want to take home to Mom right?”
“Lady in the streets, and a freak in the sheets. That’s the perfect woman for just about every man.”
“Well maybe when you’re single, but married guys don’t want their wives acting like that.” She countered.
She asks, “Have you ever heard of a slut wife?”
“Yes,” I said sheepishly.
She continued, “And they’re usually either divorced, or they’re going through one.”
“Not always, if you think that then you need to look up the perfect slut wife tomorrow on your computer, and then you will see that a lot of guys think about their wife’s like that.”
The next night, while lying in bed, I reached over to feel her pussy and she was already wet. Usually, she takes awhile to get wet. Just then Heather said, “I did it.”
I asked, “You did what?”
“I looked up slut wife on my computer today and I read up on it. I also saw you were right. I guess A lot of guys like it when their wife is a huge slut.”
I said, “See I told you.”
She then asked, “So does the thought of me really doing something like that really turn you on? Or was it all just a fantasy and all dirty just talk to try to get me all worked up thinking about it?”
I said, “I’ve been turned on thinking about you doing something like that for a long time. I just never told you about it.”
“So you were telling me the truth about being you really being turned on thinking about me doing something like that?”
I said, “Yes, the thought of you doing that drives me crazy.”
She asked, “So, is it something you would actually want me to do for you?”
“Only if you truly wanted to and you were really turned on doing it.”
Heather asked, “And if I actually agreed to do it, Who would you want the guy to be?”
I said, “Maybe some good looking stranger.”
“And how do I get to meet this good looking stranger?”
“Maybe online or at a bar.”
Heather says, “Let me see something first,” the she reaches under the covers to grab my rock- hard dick. “Are you hard from us talking about this right now?”
Quietly I answered, “Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll do it for you, but only if the guy is a nice guy, and I find him attractive. I also have a question about it, what if the guy doesn’t want you to be there watching? Do I still do it, then come home and then tell you about it? Or do we wait until we find a guy agrees to let you watch?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never considered you actually doing it before.”
Heather said, “Well there’s actually one thing before I consider this, no matter what, you can’t get mad, and throw it up to me afterwards. If you think you want it, then find out you don’t, I don’t want you to ever throw it up at me afterwards. But if it all goes well, and we both enjoy it, if you wanted me to do it again, I may consider doing it again for you. Can you agree to those terms?”
“Yes.”
Heather says, “Okay then, now come over here and show me how you would want a man to fuck me”.
I went down on her, licking and sucking her clit as she pushed my head back and said, “Slow down take a little time to build me up.”
I slowed down and stated licking her hole, as I slid two fingers into her. I then licked and traced my tongue around her clit as she shuddered at my touch. I then started running my fingers up and down against her G-spot and then I pulled her clit into my mouth holding it tight with my lips. I started flicking my tongue up and down real fast, as I pressed my two fingers harder against her G-spot.
She let out a loud moan, “Yes, don’t stop, I’m cumming.”
I pressed my tongue against her clit harder, sucking and flicking my tongue pushing her over the edge into a huge climax. She shoved my head off of her as she cried out, “Fuck me, fuck me now.”
I got on top of her in a flash, I rammed my cock into as deep as I could.
She said it again, “Fuck me, fuck me Hard and Fast.”
I started to build up speed as I hammered my seven-inch cock into her. She raised up on her elbows and spread her legs as far as she could saying, “I want to feel you as deep inside me as you can get.”
“You like the thought of being my dirty little slut don’t you?”
She cried out between moans, “Yes.”
“Are you thinking about a man fucking you with his big cock right now?”
She moaned and then said, “Yes, now Fuck me,” as she started to cum again.
As I watched her quiver under me in a huge orgasm, I thought about how how sexy she would look with a guys big dick making her cum hard, like she did with me. Then I couldn’t hold back any longer as I let out a moan and said, “ugh um-mm yeah, that’s it. You fucking dirty little slut, um god, I love you,” as she moaned and panted, looking me straight in the eyes, full of passion.
As I laid there pulsing insider her Heather said, “I get so turned on thinking about being your dirty little slut.”
I said, “Me too.”
Now, who would have ever thought that an old classic movie like Tom Hanks’ Bachelor Party could help me turn my conservative wife into the greatest slut wife ever?