Spouse for Sale

by Ben Boswell

  “This feels different. This… and it’s not even the sex,” I said, although I wasn’t sure that it wasn’t the sex. “This isn’t playing. This is you having to sell yourself because I’m such a fucking loser.”

  She shook her head. “No. No. God no. Oh, Baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t…. I didn’t plan it. It just happened. He came up, offered me money for sex, and… I couldn’t resist.”

  “I didn’t know you were so hot for him.”

  She laughed. “No. I’m not. That’s what’s so hot. That was what was so different. Those other guys, in Vegas, at Andre’s, they were fucking hot. And part of the reason I didn’t do anything was exactly that. It would have felt like cheating. But Jimmy… he’s old. He’s fat. He’s got grey pubes!”

  “I noticed.”

  “It…. Thinking about fucking him for money…. It just got me so hot. Remember when I joked about taking all comers? I can’t explain it. But suddenly the thought of fucking him for money felt like the most exciting thing in the world.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me then?”

  “I don’t know. I…. It…. I don’t know how to explain. You’re right. It is cheating. It….” She paused to compose herself. Then after a deep breath, she said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But you have no idea how hot this all makes me.”

  I tried to process all of this. There were so many issues: My own feelings of inadequacy that I could no longer pay our bills. Jealousy that another man was having sex with my wife. Anger that she’d lied to me. Resentment that she hadn’t shared her excitement. And my own arousal, all the more shameful after mixing with those other emotions.

  “You didn’t share it with me.”

  “I kept it to myself,” she admitted. She laughed to herself. “I was worried about how you’d react. But I also was greedy and I didn’t want to share. And anyway, by the time you came home, I was… spent.”

  “Spent?”

  She blushed and looked down. She spoke in a tone of embarrassed confession, “The first time, I just blew him. I think he was surprised I accepted the offer, but he got hard quickly, and came quickly. He mumbled something, and left. I closed the door behind him. I could still taste him, of course. I let him finish in my mouth. I leaned back against the door. And I knew I should feel ashamed or despondent. But instead, I felt exhilarated… and horny.”

  She looked up at me. Her eyes were shiny. She continued, “So, so horny. I slipped my hand down my shorts and into my panties. I was so wet and my clit was throbbing. I barely had to touch it before I came. It didn’t even take the edge off. If anything, I was even more excited. I relived every moment. His offer. My acceptance. Dropping to my knees and looking up at him. The first time I saw his cock. Felt it. Smelled it. Tasted it. I remembered the way he ran his fingers through my hair. How hard he was when I took him deep. Feeling him spurt inside me, slimy, and hot, and salty. I had my shorts and panties down around my ankles.” Her words were now coming out in an urgent torrent. “I kicked them off and threw myself on the sofa. I humped the cushion and came again. But even that wasn’t enough. Lying there, with the ceiling fan blowing down onto my exposed pussy and asshole, I imagined him coming back. Using his key to come in. Seeing me like that. I had this searing image of him walking in, throwing a twenty at me, and shoving his prick inside me. I came again, fingering myself as I imagined Jimmy riding me hard, calling me a whore.”

  She stopped suddenly. She was breathing hard. So was I.

  “That’s… intense,” I said.

  She stood up. I was face-to-face with her swollen, juicy snatch.

  “I have a hundred dollars worth of come in my pussy, and all I can think about is how much I want to sit on your dick.”

  I looked up at her. Her nipples were hard, her tongue flashing between her pursed lips. Her hips swayed sensuously. I don’t think she’d ever been as sexy as she was that very moment.

  I reached out and pulled her onto my lap. Her body was on fire. We devoured each other like hungry animals. She humped my crotch. I squeezed her hard ass. I sucked on her titties until she hissed and pushed me away. We kissed, deep, wet and very, very sloppy. There was a tinge… of something. Or maybe I was imagining it.

  “Did you suck his cock today?”

  She nodded. “Had to get it nice and hard for my cunt.”

  “What about me?”

  “You’re already hard,” she said as she rocked against me. “Get it out. I need you inside me. Right… fucking… now.”

  There were a few moments of awkward struggle to get my pants off. She gripped my prick and with a contented sigh she impaled herself on me. Her pussy was loose and sloppy wet. She kissed me, and then our noses almost touching, she held my gaze.

  “Can you feel his come inside me?”

  “Yes,” I said. My head spun with competing emotions.

  “He says I make him come harder than he’s come in years.”

  “I bet.” Jane was a perfectly nice, older woman. But even in her prime, I doubted she held a candle to my wife.

  “I sucked on his balls to make sure he had a big load for me.”

  “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

  “So maybe I do it just because I like it.”

  She began to grind against me again. His come leaked out of her onto my balls. I played with her tits, rolling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly.

  “Would you fuck him if he didn’t pay you?”

  “No. But I do want to make sure he thinks he got his money’s worth. I want him to be a satisfied customer.”

  “You want him to come back for more?”

  She pressed into me harder, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. “Yes.”

  “And tell his friends all about you?”

  “Oh God,” she sighed. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

  “You want to be the neighborhood whore? A line of men waiting out the door?”

  “Oh! God!” she cried out, her pussy pulsing on my shaft.

  I grabbed beneath her ass, and flipped her onto her back. I dropped between her widely spread legs and thrust hard into her messy snatch.

  “Ooof,” she gasped. “That’s it, Baby. Fuck me like a whore!”

  I pressed her thighs to her chest and slammed into her again. My cock was streaked with his come. I could see clumps in my pubes.

  “You are a whore.”

  I fucked her still harder. She grunted beneath me.

  “Yes. A cheap, dirty whore.”

  “All it takes is a few bucks to spread your legs.”

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Yes! Fuck me. Fuck your dirty whore!”

  “You don’t even shower between tricks. You’re going to have to lick me clean.”

  She nodded. “Yes. Yes. It’s the least I can do. Oh God!”

  Her body shuddered again. I’d never seen her sexier or more excited. If she’d been any tighter, I’d have come already, but that’s one of the benefits of a well-used cunt. I was hammering her roughly, churning my dick into her wet hole. She gasped and squealed. She pinched her nipples and licked her lips.

  “Come inside me,” she gasped. “I want to feel what it’s like to have two men come inside me.”

  She reached around and grabbed my ass, urging me on. I felt her pull my cheeks apart. Her finger found my anus. She locked eyes with me, and thrust a finger inside.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped, my orgasm arriving suddenly and violently.

  Lightheaded, I collapsed onto her. She was giggling.

  “Old whore’s trick. Time’s up, Loverboy.”

  I rolled off her, and we both stared at the ceiling, panting. She took my hand and squeezed it.

  “You okay with this Baby?”

  I returned the squeeze.

  “Hell no!”

  She looked over at me in concern.

  “You can’t keep doing this.”

  She nodded. A bit sadly, a bit resigned.

  “Not unless you rai
se your rates.”

  Her face broke into a smile.

  “No, I’m serious, Honey. You’re an epic lay, but a terrible businesswoman.”

  She laughed. “You sure?”

  I nodded. “Didn’t you promise to clean me up?”

  She gave me a wicked grin, and then slowly kissed her way down my cheek to my messy crotch.

  “Anything you say, my pimp.”

  Chapter Eleven: Negotiating a Deal

  Getting the rent problem off the table was a major relief. We wouldn’t be homeless anytime soon. Even after I raised the price, Jimmy kept coming around almost daily, though I had a sneaking suspicion that Ally was giving him twofers on the sly. I might have said something about it had it cut into my sexytime, but whatever she was doing with him, I’d made her promise not to relieve herself without me. It made for a long day. Ten to twelve hours of driving, followed by a few hours of parenting, and ending with a couple of hours of tawdry sex reviewing her adventures for the day. It left me tired enough that I took to occasionally napping in the car between fares, which was particularly interesting when I periodically imagined what Ally might be up to as I dozed in the car. She was paying for my naps with her ass.

  I tried to swat those thoughts away. They opened up too many cans of worms, or maybe just one big can with lots of worms. I liked to pretend that this was all Ally’s fantasy, and I was just along for the ride. But the truth was, the thought of her turning tricks was super steamy.

  When I wasn’t napping or driving, I tried to manage my legal woes. This mostly meant calling Luke, my criminal defense attorney, for updates.

  “Not much to report,” he said once I finally got through to him.

  I sighed. “Dude, I’m not paying you to --”

  “Actually George,” he interrupted. “About that, your retainer is about gone. So we need to fix that.”

  “We, huh?”

  “Look, George, you’re a lawyer too. You know how expensive this sort of defense is. At this point, time is on their side, and they know it. So, our only play is to build an affirmative case for innocence that will compel a judge to dismiss or at least unfreeze your assets. We could wait it out, until trial, and I think we’ll win. But, with a case this complex, the judge isn’t going to rush the prosecution.”

  I shook my head, but not because I disagreed with his assessment. It was more in frustration at the situation. So much for my Constitutional guarantee of a “speedy trial.”

  “What about Travis?”

  Luke chuckled. “Yeah, what about him? He’s playing it cool. Nothing to gain by rushing the process. His only hope is that the state fucks up the case against him. So he’s keeping quiet, and not giving them anything. No way he’ll help us out by exonerating you. Anything he says helps the case against him.”

  I stared out the car window. It was a lovely spring day, blue skies and wispy clouds. But I was stuck in limbo.

  “Nothing else on a plea deal?”

  “Not unless you can put Travis away.”

  “I wish.”

  Luke clicked his tongue. “Sorry man. We’ll keep working it, both on building an exculpatory case and pushing for negotiations. But, it’ll take time.”

  “And money,” I noted.

  He sighed. “Ayup.”

  “Okay. I’ll see what we can do.”

  * * *

  “Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh,” Ally cried out.

  I had her face down on our bed, hands pinned above her head, and I was pounding into her sloppy cunt from above.

  “Ugh, God, you’re fucking me so hard,” she said between grunts. “Does it turn you on that he was fucking me in our bed?”

  I had come home early after the conversation with Luke. And yes, maybe I had, in the back of my head, the hope that I might be able to walk in on her with Jimmy. But I hadn’t expected her to be in my bedroom, in my bed, naked, riding him, leaning forward to dip her breasts into his mouth. I watched her hips rock back and forth as she worked his thick rod with her tight pussy. Saw her reach back and fondle his balls. Listened as she told him how good he was, how she loved his big cock, how much she wanted his come. And I was there when he pulled her into a clinch and pounded upward into her, until his scrotum tightened, and he filled her with his come. Another two hundred dollars off the rent, but with a dose of humiliation to boot.

  “It’s not the first time, Baby,” she taunted. “You’ve slept in his sweat and come.”

  I groaned and thrust in harder. In this position, she was tighter than usual, but with his come still inside her, nice and wet. She gasped enthusiastically, enjoying the angry arousal she’d goaded out of me. She lifted her ass off the bed to give me a better angle. I plunged in deeper.

  “That’s it, you’re almost as deep as he gets. Now come inside your dirty whore!”

  She pressed back against me and squeezed my cock with her vagina. I gasped and came inside her.

  “Oh God,” I sighed collapsing on her.

  She giggled. “Get off me, you big oaf.”

  I flopped onto my back. “Do you say that to Jimmy?”

  “He’s paying. So he gets to do whatever he wants.”

  Despite having just come, I felt my cock twitch.

  “I’m not sure you’re supposed to be taunting me like you do.”

  She rolled onto her side and smiled at me. “But what if it’s fun?”

  “I thought the fun was being a whore.”

  “That is fun. But for some reason, messing with you is fun too. I like how frisky it gets you. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

  I shrugged, which is what I do when there is something I don’t want to admit to, but also can’t bring myself to deny.

  “Also,” she continued, “someone has to say something.”

  I chuckled. “Am I too quiet for you?”

  She shrugged. “I like being told what to do. It’s sorta hot, you know? I think it is part of the whole whore fantasy. A man has paid his money, and now I have to do whatever he wants.”

  We’d never actually had this discussion. “That’s… hard for me. Even though I know you like it, I can’t always do it.”

  “Unless I get you all worked up.”

  I nodded.

  “Even though you know I’d do whatever you asked.”

  I nodded again.

  She rolled again onto her back and stared at the ceiling. I turned toward her, and just admired her for a moment. Her flat stomach and full breasts. Those delicious raspberry nipples. Her slender neck and full lips.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  She blushed. “Stop it. You already got me naked and in bed.”

  “And I didn’t even have to pay.” I chuckled. “Actually today, I think you even earned more than I did.”

  She looked over at me. “This is just temporary, don’t… you know… get down.”

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t feel temporary. It feels like this is never going to end.” I sighed. “Luke’s retainer is used up. The DA isn’t budging. And the civil suit hasn’t even started up yet.”

  She rolled back onto her side. “Luke, huh?”

  “What?”

  She ran a fingernail down my chest. “He’s been married a long time, hasn’t he?”

  “I guess…. I…. what are you suggesting?”

  Her hand continued down over my belly, and then she traced her nail gently over my shaft.

  “Well, I’ve taken care of our rent problem. Maybe I could work out an installment plan to pay for our legal bills.”

  “At $750 an hour, you’d be working full time just to keep up.”

  She grabbed my stiffening cock and began to stroke it slowly. “That is a problem.” She paused. “Well, not for me, but I doubt Luke would be able to fuck eight hours a day, and anyway, that wouldn’t leave any time for him to work on your case. Quite a dilemma if you think about it.” I sighed as she pumped my now hard prick in her fist. “But I bet we could work out a discount at the very least. Do you think I
should do that, Baby? Sit on Luke’s big cock to pay off our legal bills?”

  My prick was slick with precome and squishing delightfully in her palm. “Ahhhh. How do you know it is big?”

  She threw her leg over me and chuckled. “Wishful thinking, I guess.” Then she took me inside her. With my come added to Jimmy’s she was messy wet, but so, so hot. “Judging by your reaction, I think you’re wishing the same thing.”

  I swallowed hard as she began to ride me. It was bad enough to be turned on that my wife was turning tricks, did I also have to hope that her johns were well hung? She had her palms on my chest, pressing down as she rose up, digging in as she dropped down, and her boobs swayed deliciously as she moved.

  “Do you want to be there the first time I suck his dick? Maybe the next time you meet with him to discuss your case?”

  “That might be a little distracting,” I replied.

  “You’re right. Need to separate business from pleasure.”

  “You’re not very good at doing that.”

  She rocked back and forth, grinding her clit against my abdomen. “It’s not my fault I love my work.”

  “Great that you’ve finally found a passion in life.”

  She smirked at my gentle sarcasm. “Oh Baby, are you upset? You thought you’d wedded a lawyer. Then it turned out you thought you were married to a respectable school teacher. But now it turns out that your wife is a whore.”

  Her pussy seemed to flutter as she said it. Just saying that word seemed to kick up her excitement level. I grabbed her tits, and used them to guide her as she rode me.

  She reached behind her and began fondling my balls. “You getting another load ready for me? As much as I like dick, what I really love is the come.” She licked her lips. “In my mouth. In my sloppy cunt,” she added, grinding against me as she leaked onto my crotch. She cupped her hands over mine and pressed her breasts together. “On my big titties.”

  I groaned.

  “Oooh, you like that, Baby? You want me to jerk Luke’s big dick all over my tits? First, I’m going to suck him… then I’m going to fuck him… and then --”

  “Oh God,” I gasped as I came inside her.

  She rode me for another few seconds, but I quickly deflated. As my cock slipped out of her, another gush of come came out of her.