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Emma Becomes a SlutwifeChapter 1Our marriage of just over 4 years has been thrown totally upside down over the past few weeks. Changedbeyond all recognition. I've now been well and truly cuckolded by Emma, who has astonished me! First byher blatant unfaithfulness, and then by transforming herself into an extremely slutty 'hotwife'! I didn't see itcoming. But, to be honest, I'm not at all unhappy at the outcome.About a month ago Emma announced she was going on a 'girls night out' on Friday evening. Although it'snot something she had done before, I certainly didn't think of it as a big deal. Little did I know then that itwould be the first step of a seismic change to our whole marriage!?I'm just meeting up with 3 of the girls from the office for a bottle of wine at that wine bar in town.? she toldme the night before.Emma gets home from work before me and was already soaking in the bath when I got back just after seven.I fixed myself a meal and was eating it in front of the tv in the living room when I heard Emma shout fromthe hallway on her way out ?Bye hon. Shan't be late.? I didn't catch a sight of her at all.I had a thoroughly uneventful evening and, although tomorrow was Saturday and I could have a lie in, I wastired enough to hit the sack just after midnight. I was a bit surprised that Emma wasn't home already. I wassure the wine bar closed at 11 but I wasn't overly concerned. Maybe they'd gone on somewhere.As I lay in bed several thoughts crossed my mind. Had she gone on to a nightclub? Was she drunk? Had shebeen chatted up by some guy? Why hadn't she at least put her head round the living room door to say aproper goodbye to me? Strangely it was that last one that I found most perplexing. Had she put on somesuper sexy revealing outfit that she didn't want me to see her going out in? I decided there was a chance thatmay be the case. Emma isn't exactly shy when it comes to dressing sexy and showing off her stunning body.She buys numerous sexy clothes on the internet.It was nearly 1.30am when I heard her come in. She went straight into the spare bedroom that I've convertedto a dressing room with extra wardrobe space for her. After a few moments she came into our bedroom andclimbed into bed in her faithful old t-shirt. So I didn't even get to see what she'd been wearing all evening!?I'm whacked.? she said and seemed to go to sleep almost immediately.I slept sporadically and got out of bed at 7 on a mission. I went into her dressing room to see what she'd putin the washing basket from last night. Although I had suspected I might find a sexy outfit there I wasn't at allprepared for what I actually found. Last night's clothes had just been thrown on top of the spare bed. I pickedup a little white dress. It was really tiny but incredibly stretchy...made of spandex I guess. I held it up to thelight of the window and, as I stretched it out a little, I saw just how see-thru it was! The material was ultrathin and semi transparent.Also on the bed were a pair of black fencenet stockings, still attached to the straps of a black pvc garter belt.My heart skipped a few beats as I realised how visible the slutty black garter belt would be through the thinwhite dress. That would have looked so damn tarty! Holding them up I saw there were 4 wide black strapsattached to the top of each stocking with bright silver fasteners. They were adjusted to their longest setting,which meant that her stocking tops would be low down her thighs and most certainly visible below the hemof such a short mini-dress! Bloodhell, I thought. What a sleazy outfit. Surely not something she'd wear for agirls night out?I suddenly realised there was no thong or g-string there. I went over to the washing basket and, sure enough,there was a very small black lace g-string. I picked it straight up because I was wondering now if I'd find anytell-tale cum stains on it! But when I held her g-string up to examine it I got another shock. It was crotchless!There would have been no material covering her pussy at all! Again I found myself wondering how totallyslutty this whole outfit would have looked on Emma last night. Trashy in the extreme! Black pvc lingerie soclearly visible underneath her tight see-thru white spandex dress! And crotchless underwear? I didn't knowshe had any!My heart was pounding loudly. A thousand thoughts went through my mind. No wonder she didn't come intothe living room to say goodbye! Did she take a coat or a jacket? There was none in her dressing room, but Ifigured it would be downstairs perhaps. On the floor by the bed were a pair of white ankle boots. I looked atthem closely. They had long silver metal spiked stiletto heels, about 5 or 6 inches I reckoned, and incrediblylong pointed toes. The pointed tips, which had little chrome toe caps at the end, extended about 6 inches pastthe end of her toes. A very fetishy pair of ankle boots that I'd never seen before.There was no way that I could get back to sleep again after my discoveries had shocked me to the core. I wasdevastated. Reeling. I tried to think rationally and came up with two possible scenarios. Either Emma hadbeen out on a date or she really had been with a girlfriend but they'd purposely gone out on the pull...lookingto meet guys. There was no other explanation possible.I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and think through what I was going to say to Emma. There at the footof the stairs was her long black leather coat, thrown over the bottom banister. I was in full snoop mode nowand so I looked in the pockets. I pulled out a pair of black fencenet fingerless gloves, the same fencenet asher stockings. They were long...at least past the elbows and maybe full arm length. I imagined how they musthave looked with the rest of her tarty outfit last night. Full-on slutwear for sure!Although my heart was still racing, I tried to remain calm and plot what move I should make now. Tell herI've seen how she was dressed last night and demand to know why she wore those things? Maybe. Or ask herif she had a good night and try to get her to open up about what she did and where she went. That soundedbetter. Then it suddenly hit me! I'd had a raging erection since the moment I'd first picked up her white dress!Why? I was excited that my gorgeous wife had gone out last night in such a blatant 'fuck me' outfit. I had thehardest stiffy I've had for ages!I was desperate to know what was going on with her but I decided to say nothing at all to her right now. Iwanted to see where this led. Was it a one-off? In which case I'd ask her about it in a few weeks time. Or wasit the start of something? I'm not sure what, but I just felt there were likely to be further developments quitesoon. I'd wait a while to see what they were.Chapter 2Emma behaved perfectly normally after she got up at around 10. I asked her ever so casually if she'd had agood night last night.?Yeah, we demolished a couple of bottles of wine in the wine bar and then went on to Xyte, the new club bythe station. I was a bit tipsy by the time I got back...but we had a great time. So much so that we're planningthe same again next Friday. You don't mind, do you hon???No, of course not. It's good that you can go out sometimes with the girls from work.? I replied. My strategywas taking shape. I decided that I would somehow have to see her before she left the house next Friday. Thatway I could comment on her outfit without having to own up to the snooping I did. And if she was wearinganything near as slutty as last night, then she would surely have to offer some sort of explanation!Nothing out of the ordinary happened before next Friday came around. When I got in from work Emma wasalready in the bath. I even offered to pour her a white wine. But I couldn't resist taking a peek into herdressing room to see if she had already laid out what she'd be wearing tonight. Alas, she hadn't. I needed tobe sure I could somehow catch a sight of her on her way out. My heart was racing again!Emma had closed the door to her dressing room and it was nearing 8.30. I offered to get her another wine butshe declined. I wasn't going to barge in with some lame excuse so I hung around in the kitchen, which gaveme a clear view of the hallway and door that would be her exit route.I heard the sound of stilettos on the staircase and kept a close watch on the hallway. Emma was in my line ofsight for no more than a couple of seconds as she turned at the foot of the stairs, said goodbye, and headedout of the door. I took a mental picture of what I'd seen. She was heavily made up...far more so than usual.Lots of glossy red lipstick and heavy black eye make-up. A black satin jacket was tightly belted at her waist.It was mid-thigh length so there was no chance of seeing what she had on beneath it. What I did see, though,was a pair of shiny black pvc thigh boots with high platforms and long spikey steel stiletto heels. As theyreached up well above the bottom of her satin jacket they must have been extra long thigh high boots! Veryfetishy! I was dying to know what was under the jacket. My plan hadn't worked too well. But, once again, Ihad a massive erection and was actually excited and very aroused to see her go out like that.Time passed very slowly during the evening. I watched some tv, had a couple of beers and then started onthe bourbon. I took a large one up to the bedroom with me just after midnight and watched a bit of porn onmy laptop, knowing I was too on edge to sleep before Emma got home. I'd already decided to wait until shewent to sleep and then I'd get up to take a peek into her dressing room! There was no way I could wait till themorning to snoop around, that was for sure!Once again it was about 1.30am when I heard Emma get back. Same as last Friday, she went to the dressingroom for a few moments and then climbed into bed in an old t-shirt. I pretended I was asleep and waited untilI was sure she was. Careful not to wake her, I eased myself out of bed and went ever so quietly over to herdressing room. My heart was pounding before I even got there.The glossy black pvc boots were on the floor. I had never seen them before. She does have a couple of pairsof thigh boots but these looked to be longer and with much higher platforms. On the bed was her black satinjacket and just one other item. Like her boots, it was made of high gloss black pvc. I held it up and couldn'tbelieve she'd actually worn this in public! It was a one-piece playsuit that was cut so high up on both sides,almost up to her armpits, that it must have looked quite outrageous! There was a big central zip that ran fromthe front neck right the way down under her crotch and up to the top of her ass. But it had 4 separate sliders.The top one could be unzipped to reveal some cleavage, the back one would show the top of her ass crack,but the two middle sliders could be unzipped anywhere to create an opening in any position she wanted! Theslutty playsuit was cut so narrow along the front of the crotch and right up past her ass that, from below thewaist, it was designed more like a tiny little thong!I was completely gobsmacked. How could she possibly wear this in public. Even a committed exhibitionistwould shy away from an outfit as revealing as this. I imagine that she bought it online from a specialist fetishshop. What was it about these Friday nights out, supposedly with 'the girls', that had turned Emma from aperfectly normal married woman into going out looking like a sex hungry street hooker? I wondered to whatextent she had unzipped this ridiculous 'fuck me' pvc playsuit? Why put something like that on, with a zipopen crotch, if you don't intend to exhibit yourself in it?I went back into the bedroom in a state of extreme shock. My mind was racing. There was no way I wantedto sleep now. I was thinking a thousand different thoughts...and I had another huge erection! I was excitedbeyond belief at the thought of Emma going out dressed like that. But what do I say to her?I went down to the living room and poured another large bourbon. What should my strategy be now, Iwondered? Come straight out and tell her what a turn-on it is to see her go out dressed like a cheap whore?No, that wouldn't tell me why she was suddenly doing it. I had to go for a bolder strategy for next Friday,assuming there was to be a repeat of 'girls night out'.I worked on my plan throughout the following week. Emma had already said that she'd be out with 'the girls'on Friday evening again. I would follow her...at a safe distance in my car...to see where she went and whowith. This plan had risks, for sure, but I would find out, at last, what exactly she was up to. I would call herat home about 7pm on Friday and say I was working late on something and wouldn't get back until after shehad left. In fact, I would park up the road and be ready to follow her car.The only way out of our neighbourhood was to turn right down the hill to the main road. Up the hill to theleft finished in a dead end past the golf course. So I would park a little way up the hill to the left just after8pm next Friday evening and wait for Emma's red VW Golf to pull out of our drive. It would be getting darkby then so there was no chance she'd spot me.It was amazing how excited I felt as the week wore on. What if I slipped up and she saw me? Well, I wouldsimply confess that I wanted to know where she went on Friday nights. Given that she would probably bewearing some totally over the top indecent slutwear again, Emma would have more explaining to do than Iwould if it came to a showdown!Chapter 3When Friday evening came I made the call to Emma and then got changed at work, out of my business suitand into a pair of denim jeans and sweatshirt. I parked up in my chosen spot at 5 past 8 and waited. Half anhour and 3 cigarettes later I saw her car pull out from our drive and turn right down the hill. I followed at asafe distance.It was 6 miles into the city centre where the wine bar and Xyte were, but she turned off unexpectedly beforethen onto the ring road. A couple of miles further on she turned into what looked like a large pub car park. Itwas called Roxy's and I didn't know the place at all. I chose the row behind hers to park in as it would giveme a good view of her getting out of the car and going inside.It took her a few minutes to exit the car. Was she putting more make-up on? No, she'd have done all of thatat home...especially as I wasn't there this time. Was she waiting for someone? Obviously not as she was nowclimbing out of her car. Had she been taking a coat or jacket off before going inside? Maybe. I was about 50yards away and the car park was well lit. I watched intently as she walked slowly and carefully to the pubentrance...she was wearing sky-high stripper shoes! The ones with clear glass platforms, high stiletto heelsand several large silver ankle straps that reached halfway up her calf. Her little silver minidress glistenedunder the lights. Sparkly and glittery it looked like it was lurex. But the most stunning thing about it wasbeing split up both sides...right up to well above her waist! Did she have any underwear on tonight? Surelyshe had to! It simply wouldn't be decent without!I noticed some posters around the car park that said 'Friday's DS