Maybe if we had gotten into the watching thing a year or so after we were married when she wasn't so far removed from her slut past I could have bough... into it. But after as many years as we had been married and as far behind her as her slut behavior was I would have expected just a touch of nervousness, a little hesitation, or one or two worried looks cast my way when she first started with Mark and Dave. I just could not shake those thoughts out of my head.The physical aspects of it didn't. The word “CUNT” was on the left one and the word “SLUT” was on the right one.Next up was a photo of the same area, only now it was barely covered by a very tight and very low cut blouse. Of course, the words couldn’t be seen now, but those nipples apparently refused go down, giving that tight top two very well defined points that not even the bra underneath seemed to be able to hide.The next picture in line was in the same place, with the same pose, but two hands were pulling on either side of. Right at the sign was Amy Greene. She was my best friend and also had the biggest, most obvious crush on Stacy, who did not feel the same. Amy was a good looking girl, a short Irish girl who was always cheery. She would often jump up and down, making her oversized breasts bounce. Although, she never noticed.We park, then soon ambushed by Amy. The giddy red-head accompanies us to our first class. She talks slot as we walk. Mostly about nothing, but soon trails off as she sees some one."Ooh,. As I begged like a complete whore for an ass fucking, I told him that I wanted it so much and would do anything to get it, with that he smiled slid back and lifted his legs right up exposing his asshole to me, I knew what he wanted and I felt Mark grab my hair and push my face into his tight hole. Mark was still behind me and wasnt fingering me anymore just grabbing my head with both hands and making me lick his boyfriends ass hole. This was the point when I realised that I would be a slut.