by Jason Lenov
"Okay." She bit her lip and put on her most innocent look. "I sent him my picture."
Wow.
The room did actually start to spin this time. I slapped a hand down on the table to keep my balance.
Jess' expression turned to shock. "Scott? Are you okay?" she asked.
A few deep breaths later and I felt like I was more or less myself again. "You sent him your fucking picture?" I whispered.
No. Unh-uh. This wasn't happening. She had not actually done this. Had she?!?
"I mean, not all of me," she explained.
"What do you mean not all of you?!?" I roared.
"Scott! You promised you wouldn't be mad!"
Fine. She had me there but this was bullshit! "Jess, you sent a stranger on the internet a picture of yourself? I'm trying not to be mad but come on!"
"Ugh, I knew you were going to be like this!" She spun around and started to storm off.
I grabbed her arm and yanked her back around. "Don't do that!" I snapped.
She jerked her arm free. A fury reddened her face as the dreaded pointer finger came up. "Don't you ever touch me like that again!" she seethed, pointing the tip of her finger right between my eyes.
Oh fuck. I'd let this go too far. "Okay, look, I'm sorry that I..."
"No. We're done here. I told Sarah this is exactly what would happen."
"What? Told Sarah what?"
But it was no use. Jess was lost in the sea of rage that had come crashing up from inside her. She flew out of the kitchen and stomped up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door shut behind her so hard the whole house shook.
Wonderful. I needed to get out of there. Cool off a little bit. Talk to someone that wasn't a voice inside my own head. I whipped out my phone and texted Charlie.
You home?
The reply came a few minutes later.
Hanging out in the bar. Use the side door. Olivia's pissed at me for something.
I shook my head but smiled. If Charlie was in the same predicament I was, this would be a fun talk. I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door.
Chapter 7
"Fifty bucks?!?" Charlie's jaw nearly hit the bar.
I took a swig out of the bottle of beer I'd been nursing and nodded. "Fifty bucks."
"Ho-ly shit," he whispered. "I wonder if..."
"Dude! I'm sitting here telling you about what a shitty feeling this is and you're thinking about how you can get your wife to do this too, aren't you?"
"Well, what?" Charlie asked, turning his palms up.
"Well, how would you feel if you came home and your wife told you she sent a picture of herself to some dude on the internet?!?"
Charlie stood up straight, put one hand on the bar and the other one on his chin. No, not in any kind of joking way. Charlie actually did that when he was trying to think. "Honestly dude, I think that'd be kind of hot."
I should have waited to take a sip of my beer after "Honestly dude," but I didn't so there it was, burning my nasal cavity as it spewed out.
Without missing a beat, Charlie grabbed one of the dirty old rags he kept behind the bar, mopped up, then threw it at me so I could clean myself off. I mumbled a thanks as he slid another beer across the bar. "You think it would be hot?" I asked.
"Yeah. Why not? Our sex life is stale-bots, man. If I found out she was making a little extra on the side flashing some titty to some perv online..." Charlie's voice got more and more excited as he described the scenario. "Yeah! I'd get a little jealous. Hell, I'd have to go right up to the bedroom and make her mine again!"
I sighed as I watched Charlie visualizing his liaison with his wife before my very eyes. It was pretty gross. "Charlie, come on. You would not think that was hot."
"Dude, I totally would!"
I shook my head. Why the fuck did I even hang out with this guy?
"So what'd the picture look like?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"The picture. The one she sent the guy?"
"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "I didn't get a chance to see it."
"What? What do you mean you didn't get a chance to see it?" Charlie asked.
"I told you, she got mad and stomped off upstairs!"
"You didn't even see the picture, man?" Charlie looked disgusted. "What the hell's wrong with you? Jess is trying to be a kick ass wife and you're being a fucking spoiled little bitch about it!"
Kick ass wife? Spoiled little bitch? What?!? "How do you figure that?" I asked.
"Well look, you told her she needs to make some money, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you gave her this idea, to sell her fucking underwear to online perverts, right?"
"Yeah but..."
"Abiddy-but-but-nothing!" Charlie interrupted, snapping his fingers. "Now shutup you little bitch." He took a swig of his beer before going on and slammed the bottle down on the bar. "So she goes and does this thing you told her to do and you turn into a whiny little bitch. Right?"
"Fuck off, Charlie," I muttered.
"No seriously, dude. I'm here to tell you you're being a baby. What, because some guy's jerking it to a picture of your wife, you're going to what? Divorce her?" he asked.
"I'm not going to fucking divorce her, man..."
"Then just man up and enjoy the ride!" He took the last sip of his beer and turned around. "I've gotta piss. I'll be right back."
I sat there fuming while Charlie walked off to the bathroom, trying not to let what he'd said come through. He did have a point, though. It had been my suggestion, no matter how drunk I'd been. I also did want her to make money. But was I really going to let her do it this way? Wasn't it dangerous somehow? Exposing yourself to creeps on the internet?
I suddenly felt very stupid for not even asking about the picture. I didn't have any sexy pictures of her. She must have taken it herself. Maybe it wasn't sexy? Maybe it was just some picture that...
Oh God. Had she at least cropped out her face? Or was an axe-murder going to show up at our place, dangling her underwear and asking us if he could come inside?
By the time Charlie came back from the bathroom I had my coat on and was headed out the door.
"Hey! Where you going?" he asked.
"I've gotta go home. I need to see the picture she sent him."
Charlie smirked and nodded his head. "There you go. Now you're talking."
I opened my mouth to explain that it wasn't like that but then realized it wasn't worth it. Who gave a fuck what Charlie thought? I shut the door behind me and ran out to the car.
Jess was still furious in the bedroom when I got home. But two beers and a talk with Charlie had rubbed a good chunk of my anger away and now I just wanted to get things resolved. I walked in without knocking to find her curled up under the covers.
"Jess," I said, shaking her shoulder.
She yanked the covers off and shot a furious glare at me. "What?!?" she barked.
"I want to see the picture."
Her expression softened for a moment at what I'd said, then she put her mean face back on. She had to work a little harder now to stay mad, I could see that. "What?" she snapped.
"I want to see the picture. The one you sent the guy."
"Why?" she growled, looking for any reason to stay mad.
"I just...I want to see what it was like. What picture did you use?" I was praying inside that she'd cropped her face out. I had no idea if she would have. She'd obviously never done anything like that.
"Why? So you can yell at me some more? Or assault me again?"
I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I grabbed you. I wasn't trying to assault you, I was just..."
"You were mad! You were mad and you said you wouldn't get mad!"
"You're right. I did say that and I did get mad and I'm sorry I did." I was still a little bit mad but now, more than anything, I just wanted to see that damn picture. "Jess, I'm sorry I lost my temper. I just...when I got home and you told me about what you'd done I just felt so...out of control, you kno
w?"
Booyah.
She arched her brow and tilted her head to one side and put a hand on my arm and all that anger, all that seething rage just evaporated with nothing more than a little puff of vapor. Her eyes turned kind and the tight line of her mouth softened as she spoke. "Scottie, I only did it because you told me too. I thought you'd be happy."
"I know. I know I suggested it. I guess I didn't really think you'd ever go through with it." I was winning her over, I could tell. But the base of my brain was actually starting to itch from how badly I wanted to see that picture. "So?" I asked gently, being careful not to disturb the balance in the force I'd achieved. "Do you think...could you show me the picture?"
I held my breath and looked into her eyes just so.
Jess cracked a smile. "Promise you won't get mad? For real this time?"
"I promise," I replied solemnly. "For real."
She reached over to the night stand and grabbed her phone. Swiping the screen open she scrolled through a few pictures until she came to the one I wanted to see.
My stomach tightened. My throat did, too, and I felt my mouth dry out. From what I could see of the screen, I could just barely make out the faint outline of one of Jess' legs.
She turned the phone around, revealing the whole picture.
I drew in a breath. She had taken the picture in our darkened bedroom with probably only the night light on. It was a little grainy and yellow but it was her. She was wearing a pair of underwear and a bra and had artfully framed the picture so that it didn't reveal anything past her neckline. The purple thong was dangling from her fingers.
I tore my gaze away from the phone and looked up at Jess.
She was half smiling, half biting her lip, one eye raised in apprehension of what my reaction would be.
I wasn't even exactly sure what my reaction was. My blood had started to pulse through my veins and I felt like my whole body was throbbing with each thud of my pounding heart. My cock had started to harden between my legs as I thought about what she'd shown me.
Somewhere, out in the wide world, maybe in this city, even, some guy was probably jerking it to this picture of my wife holding her dirty underwear. Pretty soon he'd have her underwear, too. He'd probably smell them the same way I had, except he would only be able to imagine what it was like being with her. I was the only one who would know what that was really like.
"So? Are you mad this time?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I...I can't believe you did this. But I'm not mad."
"What are you?" she whispered.
I looked back at her after glancing at the picture one more time to see that her smile had been replaced by a more serious, lusty look. I saw her glance at my rising cock. She was actually getting turned on by this! Jess, who mostly used sex as currency, seemed like she was genuinely, uncontrollably turned on. That made me go a little crazy.
I wasn't usually a take-charge kind of guy in the bedroom. But this, this was...fuck, I don't know what was so hot about it. Jess had just sent this total stranger a picture of herself practically naked and holding the underwear she was going to mail him. And now she was getting turned on telling me about it!
I took the phone out of her hand and dropped it on the bed. At the same time I pushed my other hand between her thighs, peeled her underwear off of her pussy and slid a finger down her slit.
She was soaked.
"Hey!" she squealed. But the minute I slid my finger between those two soft flaps of her pussy she gasped and grabbed my arm with both hands.
Our eyes met. I stared deeply into hers, wondering what it was she was thinking about right then. Was she imagining the guy who she'd sent the picture to? Was she thinking about someone else right now? The thought was terrifying and incredibly arousing.
"You just love being a little slut, don't you?" I growled. I couldn't believe it had come out myself. It was a pretty bold move. If none of this other shit had happened, I would have gotten slapped.
Jess gasped but her shock lasted for only a split second. She narrowed her eyes and curled her lips into a sultry smile. She leaned close so that when she spoke, I felt her breath on my cheek. "I like being your little slut."
My cock was rock hard between my legs. My other hand shot out and around her neck, yanking her closer so that our foreheads touched. At the same time I slid two stiff fingers down the slit of her soaked pussy until I felt her hole. Pressing my lips against hers and plunging my tongue into her mouth, I forced my fingers into her hot, tight cunt.
The way she moaned into my mouth almost made me blow.
Fucking her face with my tongue I started pumping my fingers in and out of her.
Her pussy clamped and clutched at them, like she thought they were a cock she could squeeze some seed from. Her hips started rocking back and forth with each pump of my fist against her, trying to feel the impact of my fingers deeper in her body.
The whole thing was accompanied by the noise, sloshing sounds of her pussy spilling juice out onto the sheets.
When we came up for air from our kiss, Jess tilted her head back, moaned up at the ceiling and her pussy squeezed so hard around my fingers it felt like she was trying to suck them in.
A moment later she let out the most primal shriek I'd ever heard a woman make as juice started pulsing from her throbbing cunt.
I thought I'd made her pee or something, there was so much clear liquid spewing from her puss. It soaked the bed and the jeans and shirt I was wearing and my whole forearm was drenched.
She rode my hand like a wild woman, screaming and shaking as the powerful orgasm seemed to rip back and forth through her. When it was finally over she collapsed back onto the bed, legs splayed, her drooling pussy exposed and welcoming.
It took all of two and a half seconds for me to tear my pants off and crawl between her legs. She was a quivering, wet mess and it seemed like she barely noticed as I entered her with a grunt.
As her tight flesh took me in the ache in my cock stretched up my spine to the base of my brain and I knew I wouldn't last long.
One thrust into her heat, then another, then a third and I was done. My whole being focused on the single line of semen pulsing through my cock and spewing into my wife.
I groaned, shuddered a few more thrusts into her and that was it, I was done.
I lay there on top of her, feeling her breathing beneath me and savoring the heat of her insides. Feeling her start to wriggle, I knew I was getting too heavy. I rolled off to the side.
She rolled her head to one side to look at me at the same time I did the same to look at her. The smiles we were both wearing cracked into grins, then we both erupted in laughter, the kinds where you actually have to hold your sides.
When it was over we kissed and I kicked the rest of my clothes off and we cuddled under the wet sheets which was kind of gross but kind of hot, too.
I didn't know what to say but I wanted to say something. I felt like we'd unlocked something, a door to a place we'd never been together before. "You alright?" was the best I could come up with.
Jess craned her neck to look at me. "Alright?" she asked. "That was really fucking hot."
Chapter 8
And just like that, things were ten times better between us. I say 'just like that' because if I'd known it could actually be that easy I would have suggested we do it a long time ago.
Every day at work was spent on the edge of my seat wondering if Jess had found another customer online. Every day I'd come home and be welcomed into her wide open arms and she would whisper to me the story of what had happened as I frantically undressed.
Their names were probably fake but who cares?
There was Tony who'd asked her to do a workout in the underwear before she sent them. Which she did, for extra cash, of course.
There was Roman who asked that she wear the underwear for two days before delivery. Extra cash there, too.
Jackson wanted her to masturbate while she was wearing them. We had to talk abo
ut that one. Actually, to her credit, it was Jess that came to me about that one.
"He wants you to what?"
"He wants me to... you know, like... masturbate while I wear them," she explained.
I got the most confusing boner about that. I don't know if she noticed or not but I did. The thing was, she could have just done it, right? She could have just masturbated while I was at work, sent the panties and never told me. I never would have known.
I was so flattered and touched that she did come to about it, that she felt like it was crossing a line, that she had to ask first, that I knew it would be alright.
Then, when I found out how much extra he was willing to pay all I could say was "Hell, yeah!"
We even made an evening out of it. It's not like there was a rule that I couldn't watch while she did it so that's exactly what I did. I sat in the corner of our bedroom watching Jess twirl the tip of her finger around her clit until she came all over those panties. The sex was so hot after that I thought my cock was going to fall off.
And then there was Joe.
Joe was the first one she'd messaged for longer than just to exchange details and talk about payment. He was some guy on the west coast who was freshly divorced and a gotten big payout from the company that had laid him off. She said she felt a little bad at first, that she was taking advantage of someone who was in a shitty place.
Well, Joe just laughed and said that this was probably the happiest day of his life. His wife had made the last ten years a living hell and he was finally out of the soul-sucking job he had only kept to keep her happy.
Now he was happily cruising the internet, buying up underwear and smoking pot.
So I had practically started dry humping her as she was telling the story and as soon as she finished I started crawling between her legs, right?
Jess shot me a funny look and pressed her palm against my chest. "Hold on," she whispered. Then she sat up and propped herself up on her elbows.
