by David Black
“Would you really do that?” I asked.
“I was kidding,” she said. “No, I would not suck off Mr. Davis.”
“Right,” I said.
“What, do you want me to?”
“What? No! . . . I don’t want you to,” I said. “It’s just that we don’t have a lot of options.”
“Jesus, Frank!”
“NO! I’m not saying you should. I just meant that’s why I took you seriously.”
“I’m not going to cheat on you and prostitute myself.”
I squirmed in my seat.
“. . . Well technically it wouldn’t be cheating if -”
“What are you trying to make a case for it?!” she asked.
“No, no, I’m sorry,” I said quickly.
The next morning we went for a walk after breakfast. Neither of us said anything for a long time.
“Would you really be okay with it?” Heather asked suddenly.
“ . . . What?”
“You know. Me blowing Mr. Davis to pay the rent . . .”
“Oh!” I said. “I don’t know. It’s not like I like the idea. I mean . . . I don’t care about you sucking someone else’s dick. I just wouldn’t want you to do it if you didn’t want to.”
I held her hand tightly. We kept walking for a while.
“Well, we really don’t have a lot of options,” she said, her voice trailing off.
“I love you so much. I don’t care if we have to live in our car or in a tent down along the river.”
“We’re not gonna live down by the river,” she said.
“What would be so bad about that? The river is nice,” I joked.
“Where would we put all of our stuff?” she said.
“Oh, who cares? We have too much stuff anyway.”
“It’s not like I didn’t suck a lot of different dicks before I met you.”
“A lot?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Well maybe not a lot. But plenty.”
“Are you seriously contemplating it?” I asked, my pulse quickening.
“I don’t know.” She looked away for a moment. “I guess. It seems stupid to lose the apartment.”
“You really don’t have to,” I said. I suddenly felt very aware that what had started as a joke was dangerously close to becoming a real possibility.
“I know.”
When we got back to the apartment I pulled out the half a bottle of whiskey I had been saving. I poured two drinks.
“You really wanna go through with this?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“It should be easy. He can never stop staring at your tits. Not like I can blame him. You have great tits,” I said.
She laughed and took a drink.
“Are you sure it’s really okay with you?” she asked.
“One hundred percent. I don’t care about some random blowjob.”
When we finished our drinks, Heather changed into a revealing tank top that really put her tits on display. Then she put on a tight pair of yoga pants that showed off every last bit of her firm ass.
My cock twitched as she kissed me goodbye. Heather was tall, almost six foot. Her long hair was dark and wavy and cascaded over her bare shoulders. She looked beautiful in everything she wore but her skimpy workout clothes left nothing to the imagination.
My heart raced as I sat there waiting. I poured another glass of whiskey. As I sipped it, my cock was growing hard. I couldn’t keep the image of my wife on her knees in front of another man out of my head.
I watched the clock intensely. The second hand seemed to move at a snail’s pace. I got up and walked over to the counter and poured myself another drink.
When fifteen minutes had passed I knew that he couldn’t have turned her down. Right at that moment my wife must have another man’s cock in her mouth. Why did that make me so horny?
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only 29 minutes, the front door opened.
Heather stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She was breathing quickly.
I pulled her close and kissed her. She kissed me back. I could feel my erection pressing against her. After a few moments she broke the kiss.
“Why are you so hard?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, “I can’t help it . . . How did it go?”
“Fine,” she said. “The rent is taken care of.”
“You blew him?”
She nodded. My cock jumped at that.
“You want another drink?” I asked.
She nodded again.
I poured her a drink and handed it to her. She took a sip and sat down at the kitchen table.
“I owe him another one next week,” she said.
My cock jumped again.
“It seemed fair,” she said.
“Sure.”
She took another big drink.
“So tell me what happened,” I said.
“You wanna hear about it?” she asked.
I swallowed and nodded.
“I told him we couldn’t make rent. Then I just came out and said I would suck him off in exchange.”
My heart was racing. Her glass was empty so I took it over to the counter.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“He was really quiet for a minute, and then he asked if I was joking.”
“Uh-huh?”
“And I told him I was definitely serious.”
“And?” I asked.
“I blew him.”
My cock flexed as she said the words. In my head was an image of my wife on her knees, slurping on Mr. Davis’ dick.
“Where did you do it?” I asked.
“Right in the office. He locked the door and closed the blinds, and then I went down on him.”
“Holy shit.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.
I nodded vigorously.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
I took another big drink. I was really starting to feel its effects.
“Don’t get mad,” I said a little nervously, “but for some reason this whole thing makes me super horny.”
“Oh, I know,” she said, “I felt your erection.”
“I don’t know what it is.”
“Honestly . . .” she said a little sheepishly, “it kinda turned me on.”
“Really?” My heart was racing. My erection ached.
“Something about how naughty it was.”
Heather stood up and walked over to the counter where the whiskey bottle sat. As she poured another drink, I came up and hugged her from behind. My erection pressed against her ass through my jeans and her yoga pants. My heavy breath fell on the back of her neck.
I tilted my head and kissed the side of her neck. My hands moved to her breasts and I squeezed them through her tank top.
“Jeez,” she said, “you are horny.”
I slid my fingers inside her waistband. I pulled her yoga pants and her panties down. I kept kissing her while my hand rubbed across her firm, naked ass.
Her breath quickened, and she took a sip of her drink.
My hand wriggled between her thighs and found her pussy. It was drenched.
“You are soaking wet,” I said.
“I told you I was turned on.”
I pushed a finger into her and she let out a little moan.
“Tell me everything,” I said as I pulled my finger out and then pushed it into her again.
“He was trembling like a leaf as he locked the door and closed the blinds. Then I told him to sit down at his desk.”
“Uh-huh,” I said.
“Then I got down on my knees in front of him. I rubbed my hands over his pants and then started to unzip them.”
I pulled her hips away from the counter a little.
“I’m listening,” I said.
“Then I pulled his cock out. He whimpered when I touched it.”
“How big was he?” I asked.
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p; “About the same as you,” she said, breathing heavy as I slid my finger in and out of her. “Maybe a little bigger.”
My cock twitched.
“I stroked him until he was all the way hard.”
I kissed her neck as I worked her pussy.
“He let out a gasp as I wrapped my lips around his cock.”
I fingered her harder. She moaned, and I could tell she was getting close to cumming.
“I sucked him for a minute, and then I stopped and pulled my tits out.”
“Did he touch them?” I asked.
She was panting now.
“Not at first. But then I told him it was okay. I figured it might speed things up.”
I slid a second finger into her pussy
“Nnnh . . .” she moaned.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her hard. My cock struggled against my jeans.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
“What happened next?” I asked.
“. . . . then I sucked his cock . . . while he squeezed my tits.”
She was close.
“Then what?” I asked, still pounding her pussy with two fingers.
“Oh god baby,” she said, gripping the counter tight, “oh-fuck! Mmumnh . . . YEH! AHH! HAA! . . . Hnh. Hm. Hmm.”
I slowed my fingers as she caught her breath. After a minute she told me to take a seat.
I sat down on one of the chairs at the table. She got down on her knees in front of me. She didn’t bother to pull up her yoga pants, and her ass was still bare.
She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Then she pulled her tits out of her tank top and started to suck me.
“Oh, jesus baby,” I groaned. I reached down and squeezed her ample tits.
“Is this how you blew him?” I asked.
She moaned an affirmative as she sucked.
“How much of him did you take?” I asked.
She pulled her mouth off for a moment.
“All of him,” she said, before devouring me again.
“Show me.”
Heather paused for a moment and then slowly pushed her mouth all the way to the base of my cock.
“Oh fuck baby,” I groaned. “ . . . Where did he cum?”
She slowly pulled her mouth off my cock.
“All over his t-shirt,” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and stroking me.
“I’m gonna cum baby,” I moaned.
She stroked me quickly, and I exploded, decorating my shirt and her hand. I sat there gasping for air.
“That was quick,” she said. “And a lot.”
“I can’t help it,” I panted.
That night we fucked like rabbits.
For the next few days it was all I could think about. Heather knew how horny it made me, and from time to time she would tease me and whisper details about it in my ear in the middle of the day. I wanted more. I tried to focus on looking for work, but I battled a near-constant erection. I couldn’t wait until she had to suck Mr. Davis’ cock again. Slowly an idea formed in my head.
One night she had been teasing me relentlessly. We were on the couch. Heather was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of panties. She had been teasing my cock through my pants for a half an hour and I had been begging her to tell me about her sucking our landlord’s dick.
“What if you did a little escorting?” I blurted out, “You know to bring in some money.”
“What do you mean, exactly?” she asked, still rubbing the tent in my pants.
I swallowed.
“We could post an ad on craigslist. And some other places. You could see a few guys and, we would have a little money to get by until we found work.”
“Oh really?” she asked.
I nodded.
“I don’t think there is much call for oral-only escort girls,” she said.
“ Well. You wouldn’t have to only do oral . . . .” I said quietly.
“You want me to fuck them?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said.
She was quiet for a minute.
“Get your cock out,” she said.
I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my erection.
“Stroke it for me,” she instructed.
I worked my cock eagerly.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want,” I started panting as I stroked my cock, “you to fuck and suck other men for money.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded and groaned.
“How much money?” she asked.
“200 dollars an hour,” I said, still jerking my cock.
“Lay down on the floor,” she instructed.
I got off the couch and laid down on the living room floor. Heather stood up and peeled her panties off. Then she came over and knelt above me, facing away from my feet. Slowly, she lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was sopping wet.
“If you do a REALLY good job licking my pussy,” she said, “I’ll think about it.”
My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I gripped her ass with both hands and licked furiously.
“Keep one hand on your cock,” she ordered.
My right hand moved down to my cock again. I slowly stroked as my tongue probed into her.
I came quickly but I kept licking, and she wasn’t long after. She moaned and gripped my hair, grinding against my mouth as she came.
I kept licking all the way through her orgasm and didn’t stop until she came a second time.
We got into bed, and I held her for a long time. Finally she whispered “You can post some ads,” before she drifted off to sleep. I was awake for hours. My erection stubbornly refused to die down.
I woke up early. I eagerly prepared the camera equipment. When she finally woke up, she spent what seemed like forever showering and doing her makeup. Finally she was ready. She sorted through her underwear and lingerie and picked out three different outfits.
I took a series of pictures of her in each outfit. Just before noon I posted an ad to craigslist and a couple of similar sites.
Horny 33 y/o wife, looking to please.
$200/hour, $150/half hour.
Outcalls only.
I included my phone number and an email address at the bottom of the ad.
All day I had an erection as I waited impatiently for a text or an email.
It wasn’t until 7 P.M. that my phone finally buzzed. I was overjoyed. Heather, on the other hand, was a little more nervous. She dolled herself up and put on a low-cut top and a very short mini-skirt.
She wanted to have a drink to calm her nerves but we were all out of booze. She packed a small purse with some condoms and a little container of lube.
My cock was rock hard the entire drive. I found the guy’s address and parked outside. Heather gave me a long kiss and then nervously headed to the front door. I caught a quick glimpse of the guy as he opened the door and quickly ushered her inside.
Time crept by as I waited in the car. I imagined Heather inside moaning as a strange cock slammed into her.
After a quarter of an hour, I couldn’t take it anymore. The street was deserted, so I pulled my cock out. I stroked it feverishly as I imagined what was going on inside. I quickly came into a crumpled napkin.
A few minutes before the hour mark, his front door opened. Heather emerged and hurried to toward the car.
“How’d it go?” I asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.
“Good,” she said.
I was already hard again.
“Yeah?” I asked as I started up the car. “Tell me about it.”
“Can we stop by the store on the way home?”
“Sure.”
