Spouse for Sale

by Ben Boswell

She pulled her panties aside, and I was inside her. She was as hot and wet as I’d ever felt her. I thrust into her violently. She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking ankles behind me, yanking me toward her. I pushed down her bra and mauled her tits, pinching the same nipples Max had so recently fondled. She seemed to have the same thought, and moaned loudly. I drove in balls deep. She hissed, and her pussy spasmed on my shaft. I gasped and came inside her.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I gasped. “That was fucking hot.”

  She pushed me away, and I caught a glimpse of her hot, wet, freshly fucked cunt as she adjusted her panties. She slipped off the table.

  “Should we get a bite to eat?”

  Her sudden nonchalance was surprisingly exciting. As hot as our fuck had been, she was over it, businesslike, very much as I imagined a working girl might be.

  “Uh, yeah,” I said.

  “Good. And by the way, you owe me five hundred.”

  “I thought you weren’t in the credit game.”

  “I know where you live,” she replied.

  Chapter Seven: Value for Money

  She finally returned at 5:12am. I heard the door lock disengage, and there she was.

  “Where’ve you been?” I asked.

  She sashayed into the room, edging past me, her fingertips trailing across my shoulders. I noticed her hair was damp.

  “Did you just shower?”

  “It is customary to get cleaned up between clients.”

  “Clients?”

  Ally smiled at me sweetly. “Don’t worry, you’re my favorite client.”

  “Ally, where were you?”

  “I told you I had an appointment.”

  “Yes, you did. And it was part of our game.”

  “Sometimes games get real.”

  “Ally….”

  She kicked off her pumps. “Ahhh. That feels better. I’ve never understood why men are so gung-ho on making us wear heels while having sex. Is a naked woman that much sexier if she’s got her stilettos on?”

  “Yeah,” I said nodding before coming to my senses. “Ally, seriously, where were you?”

  She approached me and placed her palms on my shoulders. She locked eyes with me. “I was in room 32119, with a man named Alec, whom you saw, with your very own eyes, down in the bar. He spent the hour I was with you getting cash out of the ATM and letting his Viagra kick in so that he was ready for my visit. And boy oh boy, did he make the most of his time.”

  I shook my head. “You’re just teasing me.”

  She rose up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. “Not this time.”

  She spun away, her hand sliding across my chest and over my crotch. Then she crossed the room and leaned back against the writing desk, lifting a foot onto the chair. She traced a line along her inner thigh.

  “Are you upset?” she asked.

  I stared at her speechless. She chuckled.

  “I see you’re a little unsettled. But that’s not necessarily the worst thing, is it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I’m not sure I’d have done it if he wasn’t so handsome. I guess that makes me a bad whore. I guess, we’re supposed to take all comers, aren’t we? I’ll need to work on that. But in this case, he was handsome, trim... and quite well hung.”

  My mouth dropped open. She smirked.

  “What? It’s the nature of the biz, isn’t it?” she said, clearly enjoying herself. “Big ones, small ones, fat guys, slender guys. It’s just my dumb luck that my first real client was good looking and had a big dick. Big and very hard, and I know the Viagra played a part, but impressively quick to recover. I hope your performance matches his in, like, twenty years.”

  She raised her hand to her mouth and opened her eyes wide.

  “Oh, I guess I should mention that we ran out of condoms. Also, and this is also a sign that I am not a great businesswoman, about half-way through, after my fourth orgasm, I decided to stop the clock. We didn’t stop fucking, but I decided that charging him while he was getting me off was a little unfair.” She smiled at me. “Honey? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was tired and excited, and punchy as a result. I was sure she was just messing with me, except I wasn’t completely sure. I’d seen the guy she was talking about. He was fit and distinguished, certainly the sort of man, she, or any woman for that matter, might find attractive. She’d been gone for over four hours. And she’d recently showered. I remembered the night at Andre’s, and how she’d let Max fondle her breasts. She’d made it seem like she’d only gone that far because I was watching, but what if she’d only gone that far because I was watching?

  “Are you… are you serious?”

  She lifted her skirt and flashed me her bare coochie. At some point her panties had disappeared. And then reaching into her clutch, she pulled out a wad of hundreds.

  “How do you think I earned this?”

  She tossed the stack onto the floor. It scattered across the carpet. At least a dozen bills. Maybe more.

  “Oh God.”

  My wife chuckled. “Hmmm. I may have said that a few times over the last couple of hours. Especially when he had my legs over his shoulders and was just pounding the hell out of my little pussy with his big, hard cock.” She made small circles on her twat with her fingertips. “Honey, could you lick my sore pussy? It would be so soothing.”

  My cheeks burned and my heart raced. “You want me to lick your pussy?”

  “My sore, freshly fucked pussy. Yes.” She pressed her fingers into her damp folds. “Don’t worry Baby. I let him fuck me bareback, but I made sure he came on my stomach and ass and in my mouth.”

  I stared at her juicy cunt. At the bills on the floor. At her smirking, humiliating grin. Clenched fists and hard cock I advanced on her, unsure whether I intended to rape her, beat her, or submit to her.

  “You cunt,” I hissed.

  She laughed. “Oh Baby, you’re so predictable. And anyway, I’m a whore, not a cunt, remember?”

  I shuddered. She had an uncanny ability to get under my skin. She picked at my scabs. Exposed my weaknesses. She could see right through me. A human x-ray machine. I slowed as I approached her. She took my hand, placed it on her pussy. She was hot and wet.

  “It is still yours, Baby. Even if I rent it out once in a while.”

  “You didn’t,” I said, shaking my head.

  She didn’t flinch. “I did. I emptied his balls and I emptied his wallet.”

  “Ally, please tell me this is a joke.”

  “You want me to lie to you? Okay, George, it is all a put on. I didn’t go to his room. I didn’t strip naked… except for my heels. I didn’t get on my knees and suck his cock. I didn’t get on my hands and knees and let him fuck me from behind. And I absolutely didn’t suck him hard again and let him fold me in half so he could pound my pussy again and again and again. There. Is everything all clear now?”

  “I don’t know what to believe.”

  Cupping my hand in hers, she encouraged me to massage her shaved snatch.

  “That’s it Baby, rub my sore, whore cunt. Put your finger inside me so you can feel where his cock was.”

  I did as she ordered. She moaned softly.

  “Am I still loose from his big cock?”

  “Yes,” I groaned as I probed her wet hole. “I can’t believe you….” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

  She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me toward her. She kissed me hard, and I responded with more passion than I thought I was capable of. We gasped into each other’s mouth, our tongues fought for dominance, my finger probed her sex, and she clawed at my crotch.

  “Are you going to fuck me? Or are you going to let another man keep his claim on my pussy?”

  I was as hard as I’ve ever been. I got my pants off and they pooled at my heels. I stepped out of them and rammed into her. She gasped and kissed me again. She rose up off the desk, and into my arms. With her impaled on my prick, I staggered b
ackward. She pumped her hips, and I held on for dear life, my hands palming her hard ass.

  We spun, and I stepped toward the bed. I fell forward onto her. She gasped as I filled her completely. With my hands still under her ass, I fucked her as hard as I could, not like a wife, but like a whore.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out. Her pussy clenched at my cock. We kissed again. She looked into my eyes. “Am I worth it, Baby? Is my cunt worth $500 an hour?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “How about a thousand?”

  “Oh God, yes.”

  She moaned. “That’s it, Baby, come in my thousand dollar twat.”

  I grunted and shot inside her. Then sweaty and spent, I rolled off. We were both breathing heavily.

  “Oh God, I needed that,” she sighed.

  “I’d have thought you’d have gotten enough.”

  She laughed. “I didn’t really fuck him, you know.”

  “What?” I was somehow both relieved and disappointed. “Where were you?”

  “Walked around the casinos, then the strip, then came back to the hotel and went to the fitness center. Sauna, hot tub, shower.”

  “But the money?”

  “Did you know that roulette pays 35-1 if you get lucky?”

  I turned to face her. She was grinning. “Are you serious?”

  She seemed to ponder that for a moment, and then laughed. “Well, George, I have told some lies tonight. But I’ll let you decide which is which.”

  “Ally...”

  She got up and stripped off her dress. She was naked beneath, and so sexy.

  “I had a looong night, Baby. I’m going to take a quick shower and then go to bed.”

  “But --”

  She laughed and swished away. She was still giggling as the shower came on, drowning out her mirth.

  Chapter Eight: A New Opportunity

  Over the years, I found I was doing more and more work for Travis McLaw. Though he still carried around his native Texas twang, he was about as far from a cowboy as one can imagine. Smart and ambitious, he’d moved up the modern-day cursus honorum, without any hiccups: Harvard undergrad. A couple of years at Merrill Lynch. MBA from Stanford. Goldman then Carlyle. A golden resume. We were about the same age, had worked together for years, so I wasn’t surprised when he invited Ally and me out to dinner shortly after rumors began to swirl that he was planning on launching his own private equity firm.

  “You think he wants to offer you a job?” Ally asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  We were in our bedroom getting ready. Ally had just come out of the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her body and another twisted around her hair. When she bent over to pull out her underwear, I caught a flash of ass.

  “Would you take it if he did?” she asked. Then upon seeing my gaze added, “Stop staring at my ass, you pervert.”

  I chuckled. “If you don’t want me to look at it, stop waving it at me.”

  She dropped her towel completely and twerked in my direction. “How’s that for waving?”

  “Very nice.” She straightened and turned to face me. Now my eyes were drawn to her perfect breasts. “You’re a distraction.”

  “We were talking about the job….?”

  I nodded. “Well, it would depend on the job and salary and perks. I mean, the usual.”

  “But you’d like it?”

  “I’d like to be offered, sure.”

  She regarded me pensively, and then reached back into her drawer and pulled out a different set of underwear… the same lace and garter set she’d shown off to me in Vegas, but hadn’t gotten around to wearing then.

  “Um, what’s the for?” I asked.

  She grinned. “Well, if you want the job, then I just want to be ready in case I need to make an impression.”

  “Ally….”

  “Don’t worry, Honey. We’re in this together. And if there is anything I can do to help you land a good offer, you can count on me to go to whatever lengths are required.”

  “I doubt that will be necessary,” I said.

  She unrolled her stockings onto her legs and fastened them to the garter belt. “Well, maybe I’ll just fuck him for fun then,” she said, heading back into the bathroom.

  I enjoyed her pretty ass, framed perfectly by her garter straps. She began blow-drying her hair and I got dressed as well. When she came downstairs, she was dressed in a vintage-style, emerald green swing dress, a perfect stylistic match to her underwear.

  He arranged a car to pick us up, and we arrived at La Martinique, a new French-Caribbean fusion restaurant just before 8:00. Travis was waiting for us at the bar.

  Six-foot-two and slender, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, he was easy to spot. And as we approached, he had the bartender pour us each a glass of champagne.

  “Hi Travis, this is my wife, Ally.”

  “Good evening, Ally, you’re looking lovely tonight,” he said. He reached out his hand, but she slipped into a hug.

  Ally smiled brightly. “Pleasure to meet you. George has told me so much about you.”

  He chuckled. “Hopefully not too much. I’m hoping you’ll like me.”

  “Just enough to make me intrigued,” she replied flirtatiously.

  They toasted silently, and then seemed to remember me and clinked my glass as well, though it felt almost like an afterthought. She complimented him on his suit, which was indeed a perfectly tailored, silk/wool weave that produced a subtle herringbone effect. He admired her dress in return, and I almost wondered if she was going to give him a peek at what she wore beneath.

  After finishing the champagne, we moved over to our table. Travis ordered a bottle of Sancerre. We ordered a selection of the appetizers, the highlight being conch prepared in the same style as escargot and a quail stuffed with foie gras. The main courses were equally inventive, a grey sole with a mango salsa, a seared tenderloin medallion with plantain frites, and seared lobster with a pepper crust. We had a second bottle of wine.

  Ally seemed enthralled with Travis. She hung on his every word, leaning forward, cleavage on display, laughing and smiling. He told her about growing up in Texas. She regaled him with stories about her family. I noticed that although we’d begun the evening equidistant, by the time the waiter cleared away the main course, my wife and my potential new boss were tete-a-tete, while I was left to observe from across the table.

  Over brandies, Travis turned toward me. He was beaming, a little tipsy. “So, George, you know why I wanted to chat?”

  “Oh, poo,” Ally exclaimed, “not business, really?”

  He chuckled. “No, not business. Partnership.” He turned toward Ally. “I want us all to be closer than just work colleagues.”

  “Sound delightful,” she replied.

  “What do you have in mind?” I asked.

  “Why not just go with the flow?” she suggested, eyebrow raised.

  He chuckled. “Well, of course, we’ll need to agree on terms, before we consummate anything.”

  “Consummating is the best part,” she said.

  He raised his glass. “To consummation.” We clinked glasses. Then to me. “So you’re agreeable in principle?”

  I looked at Ally. She was glowing excitedly. “I am,” I replied.

  “And you, Ally, are you?” he asked.

  “I am. But I should warn you. I’m not much of a businesswoman.” She shot me a quick glance designed to remind me of our night in Vegas. “I hope you won’t take advantage of me… too much.”

  He grinned. “I’ve already taken care of the bill. If you don’t mind, I’ll visit the men’s room, and we can meet up front. The cars should be waiting.”

  “Do we need cars?” Ally asked, a stress on the “s.”

  “Well,” he replied, “we can all pack into one, or, of course, split up however we choose.”

  He rose and went toward the restrooms. Ally turned to me.

  “Oh my God, he’s dreamy.”

  I rose and
pulled her chair out, and helped her to her feet. Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear. “You can’t be too eager to give it away. If we’re going to sell your ass, we should get the best price.”

  We made our way outside and waited for Travis to join us.

  Ally faced me. “This might be a case where he needs a little taste to whet his appetite. A partnership is a long-term commitment.” She traced a fingernail across my lapel. “What if part of the deal was that I had to fuck your boss wherever and whenever he wanted. Would you still want the job?”

  “You’re a tease, but you don’t really have the guts to go through with it.”

  She laughed. “You don’t really think I hit it big at roulette, do you?”

  “Prove it. Fuck Travis tonight. Tell him it is down payment on what he gets if he hires me.”

  “Deal,” she said. “And this time I won’t shower before I come home. I’m going to bring you a nice, runny creampie.”

  “Erm…” Travis said as he approached.

  Ally blushed, and I knew we were both wondering what, if anything, he’d heard of our discussion. She recovered quickly.

  “Travis, I was trying to talk George into a nightcap, but the old fuddy-duddy isn’t interested.” I shrugged. She continued, “What about you?”

  He grinned. “George, you wouldn’t mind if I took Ally out for a little fun?”

  I glanced at Ally. She seemed by turns both aroused and nervous. I placed my hand on her lower back, and gently nudged her toward him.

  “I don’t mind, though I may ask for something in return at some point.”

  He nodded. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He took my wife’s hand. A slight shiver ran through her. He made small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. She shifted excitedly.

  “Ally, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other better, much better, but sadly tonight I have a prior commitment. Raincheck?”

  She gulped and nodded. “Raincheck.”

  He gave me a firm handshake and then turned toward one of the two Towncars waiting for us. I led Ally into the back of ours. She seemed a little shaken. The partition was up, so I decided to take advantage of our privacy.

  “So what would you have done if he’d taken you up on it?”

  “Ha. You’re just going to have to use your imagination.”