.
.
Whore Wife
Part-1-of-4
.
It started innocently enough. No perverted plans or fantasies, just maybe a product of the situation that I was in. Maybe it was destiny or fate, but I promise you I didn’t wake up that morning and say to myself, ‘I think I’ll whore my wife out today.’
.
Innocent, like I said. We’d moved to Florida almost 2-years ago. It cost a small fortune, one that we were still feeling the effects from. Couple with a short stay in the hospital to find out my heart was fine but my stomach was churning too much acid, we had accumulated an extensive collection of bills.
.
Granted we could pay everything off in time, but I knew from experience that we were more likely to just accumulate more bills. We made decent money, at least for the area. No one made good money here except for doctors and lawyers. I decided that I’d get a part-time job, and get everything caught up or maybe ahead. Then I could go back to trying to enjoy life and not worrying about paying the bills.
.
I’d looked around last year so I knew where the money was to be made, at least for me. I’d done some security work in the past and knew that all the clubs, hotels and condos would be hiring for extra staff during spring break. I applied at 3-places one day and was offered 2-jobs, one at a nice hotel resort and another at a less reputable motel. For some reason, I liked the seedier location and it’s promise of more activity. It also paid much better, although I was sure I’d have to earn it.
.
Working security during spring break can have its ups and downs. It’s sort of like being a babysitter to 1800-college kids. Only a handful was what I’d call bad kids, the rest were just here to have fun. My philosophy was simple. Try to prevent damage to the motel’s property and keep the kids out of trouble. Both were easier said than done.
.
Most of the kids responded well to gentle reminders. Once you explained some simple facts their minds would process and they’d comply with your wishes. Things like climbing balconies, an established problem here with several deaths each year. As motel security I would just walk up to them and explain that we enjoyed them staying with us, but if the police drove by and saw them, they would be staying some place not quite so much fun. Of course, I would never tell them that if they didn’t comply, I would be the one calling the police.
.
I also noticed the ratio of girls to guys, about 70 % guys and 30 % girls. Not a bad ratio if you were a girl, but for the guys, there just wasn’t enough to go around. Many a night I would stand in the parking lot and listen to a lot of the guys howling at the moon like dogs in heat. In addition, I don’t think an hour went by when I wasn’t asked where a guy could find “you know, that kind of girl.”
.
Even though I didn’t know whether they would find what they were looking for or not, I usually sent them to one of the local strip bars. At the very least, they’d have something to jerk off to later in the evening. After a week of that, I began to ask these guys questions. What are you looking for? How much are you willing to pay and for what? I did some math in my head and wondered if the “right” woman could make some money taking care of these kids.
.
What surprised me the most was how low the standards were on these guys. Granted they had looked, and probably been tuned down by ever college girl in a tight bikini and for some, there was more alcohol in their veins than blood. At that point, they didn’t care anymore about anything except getting off by means some other than their own hand.
.
“I don’t care what she looks like as long as she sucks me off,” and the other favorite, “I can close my eyes and see who I want to fuck, but I can’t make my hand feel like a wet pussy.”
.
It was quite apparent that the ladies held all the cards. Any woman, ANY woman, can get laid at spring break. That’s when I started wondering if ANY woman could make money at it. The next morning after getting up from work, I sat at my computer. I printed up a few pictures and then put them away for my next research project.
.
It was Thursday night, and while not as hectic as the weekend, it was still busy. It was about 11 PM when the first kid walked up to me with “the question.”
.
I asked the what and how much and then pulled out one of the pictures.
.
“How much if you could get this one?” I asked.
.
“Shit man look at those tits. Fuck. Shit what’s she into?” the horny young man asked.
.
“Making money, “ I replied evenly.
.
“You think she’d blow me for twenty?”
.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to check. Give me your room number and I’ll let you know if I can work it out,” I told the young man. Within an hour, my research was complete. No less than 10-different guys came up to me to check out the picture. Each offered between $20 and $100 to be with the woman in the photo, my wife.
.
Over the course of the rest of the night, I decided to increase my research material. Whenever I would show the guys the pictures, I would have them scribble what they wanted and how much they would pay on the back of the photo. It surprised even me when I got home and totaled the possible income at almost a thousand dollars for one night’s work of sucking and fucking. I went to bed and woke up the next morning thinking about whoring my wife out.
.
My problem was how to approach her. We’d been married for almost 15-years. At one point, there was a semi-real, semi-fantasy of her giving ‘massages’ for money. I remember it was a hot subject for a few weeks, until the money crisis at that time passed. But now we weren’t in a real crisis. It was my desire to pay off all our bills and to get some other things we wanted. She wasn’t that concerned about it. So how would I get her to want to help?
.
Carefully.
.
Ashley was already downstairs when I got up about mid morning. Her soft blonde curls framing her face as she smiled at me.
.
“So how was it last night?”
.
“Not too bad,” I replied, “but tonight being Friday it will be out of control.”
.
“I bet. Be careful you don’t OD on college girl breasts,” she laughed.
.
“Not to worry dear. It seems to take 2 to 3-girls just to make up what you have right here,” I offered.
.
“Yeah well I bet all those college guys would rather see those young boobs than mine any day.”
.
“You might be surprised. Especially since some of the girls are either being very selective or spending more time with each other. It doesn’t help that there are a lot more guys here than girls too.”
.
“Oh that’s too bad,” my wife mocked, “all those needy college guys here to have a good time and they end up jerking off. Maybe I should go down and show them a good time.”
.
Ashley was smiling and giggling at the thought. I on the other hand was amazed at how easy the conversation turned the way I was hoping.
.
My next statement had to be calculated to cover all sides. “All I know is that if I were a woman, I’d be getting plenty of dick and lots of money too.”
.
Ashley sat quiet for a moment, not watching the TV but looking at it. I wondered what she was thinking. I knew better than to try and say anything without her broaching the subject herself. It felt like forever. How could I tell my wife that I wanted her to be a whore to all these college guys? How could I tell her that I thought it would be hot to see her with them and to know they are paying for her sexual favors?
.
“So you’re telling me that these guys are willing to pay for sex?”
.
“Yep.”
.
“How do you know?” she asked turning slightly but not looking at me.
.
“They’ve talked to me about it. Asking if I knew anyone that did that. I usually just send the to a strip bar, but I know they come back alone and still horny as hell,” I told her. Figuring to break the seriousness of the conversation I joked, “ I just hope the motel has enough toilet paper to handle all the jerking off they must be doing.”
.
Ashley politely laughed at my comment and then turned back to the TV. The news had come on and as normal there was a Spring Break report. I would love to buy the cameraperson a drink, because they caught every good looking guy wandering down the street or laid out at the beach.
.
“Yeah like guys like that can’t get laid,” she muttered.
.
Time to up the stakes a bit. “Oh, it’s true. I know it for a fact. You might think that it’s just the nerdy guys, but mostly they are good looking boys. Like I said, just not enough girls to go around. They were practically begging for the chance to find someone to screw someone, even if they had to pay for it. None of them want to go home without some kind of story to brag about.”
.
“And they told you they would pay for it?”
.
“Well, actually, out of curiosity I started a list. I had them write down what they wanted and how much they’d pay.”
.
“Really?”
.
“Yeah. You know, I was bored so did it just to pass the time. I told them to let me know what they wanted and I would see what I could find. Maybe not totally honest, but even though I wasn’t going to find someone, they were still going without.”
.
“So where’s this list?” Ashley wanted to know. She was now turned in her chair and looking right at me.
.
“I think it’s out in the car.”
.
“Go see if you brought it home. I’m curious too.”
.
I tried to shrug indifferently as I got up and went out to my car. I knew where the list was without looking but I took my time to make her wait a bit. I still had no idea where her mind was on the whole subject. As I said earlier, we had playfully tossed the idea out before, but never went anywhere with it. I took the sheet of paper and folded it so the photo on the other side wouldn’t show through and headed into the house. I sat on the couch and Ashley moved over next to me to read the list in my hands. It was an impressive list to say the least.
.
“Let’s see what these horny boys are offering,” she smiled.
.
The list itself was highlighted by several requests for blowjobs, ranging in offerings from $10 to $30. Fucking was listed from $25 to $75 dollars. One young man wanted to ass fuck for $100. The 3-that seemed to get most of Ashley’s attention were the ones that wanted to do a whore with another person.
.
One guy said that for him and his roommate together they would pay $100. Another was for all 6-guys in the room for 2-hours for $300. The last was for 6-guys that wanted her for 3-hours and were willing to pay $500.
.
Ashley eyed the list, with several ‘Oh My Gods.’
.
“Yeah but if you brought them Bertha Fat Ass, they would tell you to go to hell, I’m sure.”
.
“I’m sure they would. I showed them a picture I got from the computer and these are the prices they offered,” I told my wife, not mentioning the picture was of her. I also wondered if I had one of her nude if the prices wouldn’t go up.
.
Whore Wife
Part-2-of-4
.
“Well from the looks of these prices you must have found a picture of a good looking pretend-whore.”
.
“Oh yes. She is quite beautiful. In fact, it was almost sad when they would find me and ask if I was able to make it happen and I had to tell them no. A few of them really were hoping to see her breasts. She has big ones,” I smiled, “in the photo.”
.
“What did she look like? I’m curious to know what she looked like to get these kinds of offers. You got the picture?”
.
“Yes.”
.
“Can I see it?”
.
“Maybe,” I answered.
.
“Maybe?”
.
“Well you have to understand that it was just research to pass the time. I was just kind of fooling around.” I was nervous as hell. I never thought it through this far, and Ashley could really get mad at me for showing her picture to these guys. I decided to go for broke and unfolded the paper.
.
“It’s on the other side of the list.”
.
It felt like Ashley stared at the photo for hours. Then she turned the paper over and looked at the list again. Then back at the photo. My stomach was in knots. The excitement that I’d started to feel was gone and fear that I fucked up crept up as the silence grew.
.
“So let me see if I have this straight. These guys ask if you know a whore. You say maybe and then show them my picture. Then they write down what they want to do with me and for how much. Is that about it?”
.
“Yeah. I guess that’s pretty much it,” I answered. I knew every detail of the shoes I was wearing because that was the only thing I could look at for the moment.
.
“And they were upset because they wanted to see my breasts?”
.
“Yeah, they really liked the way you looked.”
.
“So what did you tell them was the reason that I wouldn’t be there?”
.
“I told them I couldn’t get you on your cell phone so you must already be busy.”
.
“So if one of these guys sees me in the store today, he’ll think I’m out sucking and fucking for money.”
.
“Oh, jeez, Ashley. I never thought of that. I’m so sorry. I was just trying to have some fun, that’s all.”
.
“So you think it would be fun to whore your wife out to a bunch of college guys?”
.
When I didn’t answer her, Ashley stood up, walked out to her car, and drove off. And I had no idea where she was going. For all I knew she was on her way to find a divorce lawyer. Dejectedly, I went upstairs and got cleaned up and got ready to go to my normal job.
.
It was a couple of hours later that Ashley came home, carrying a large bag. She didn’t say a word, just went straight to her bedroom. I assumed she was mad at me so I left her alone. Several minutes later I heard a knock on the door to the bedroom where I keep my clothes.
.
“Come in.”
.
Ashley opened the door and stood there. When I turned to look my mouth fell open in surprise. My fairly conservative wife was standing before me wearing a very tight, bright red tank top; her hips and just her ass were barely covered by an equally tight black leather mini skirt. In fact, it was so short I could see the tops of her stockings and the red lacy straps from what must have been a garter belt. On each foot was a black leather boot ending just below the knee, each sporting a high spiked heel.
.
“So, you think that they’d like this? Do you like your wife in her new whore outfit?”
.
“Yeah. You look fucking great.”
.
Then I notice her face. Her make up was overdone, with accents to her eye shadow and blood red lipstick. And her fingernails were covered in high gloss red enamel.
.
“You like my new lipstick. I figured I’d better get some that promised to be smear proof. If it does, maybe we could sue them. Wouldn’t that be fun telling a court full of people that I was whoring and their lipstick smeared while I was sucking college cock?”
.
“You might have to demonstrate how that happened,” I laughed, feeling my arousal returning.
.
“Maybe you should take some pictures of me this way, so they can see what I looked like before I started sucking and fucking for money. Then if you’re lucky, you can get some after shots. Or maybe even some during. They would have a good idea what went wrong then.”
.
“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say.
.
“Actually, I was thinking that you could take some of me like this, and see if my prices would go up any tonight. Maybe give them a bit more to help them decide,” she tells me with a husky voice.
.
I quickly grab my digital camera and lead her back to her bedroom.
.
“Get on the bed. Lay on your side facing me and put your head on your hand.”
.
Ashley does as I ask and I snap several pictures from different angles. … Click … click … click … click.
.
“Now get on your knees, facing away.” … Click.
.
“Lift the skirt.” … Click … click.
.
“Stand up and pull the tank top down.” … Click … click … click.
.
“Back on the bed.” … Click … click.
.
“On your back.”… Click … click … click.
.
“Legs spread.”… Click … click … click.
.
“Knees up.” … Click … click … click … click.
.
“Okay, that should be enough for now. I’ll get these downloaded into the computer and printed out,” I tell my sexy wife.
.
“You know I was thinking. I really would hate to have my lipstick smear and look like an amateur whore. Maybe we should test it just to make sure its Ok. And if you want, you could take a few action shots to show the boys too,” Ashley said as she moved off the bed.
.
Dropping to her knees in front of me, Ashley tilted her head to look me in the eye.
.
Her hands work on my zipper as I snapped a picture of her upturned face. After dropping my pants and underwear down around my ankles, she grabbed my cock and then pumped it a few times before kissing its head. I was already half erect from taking the hot pictures and was now sport a full raging hard on.
.
“Put just your lips over the tip, but not over the whole crown. Look up at me.” … Click.
.
“Now let it slide in and look up.” … Click.
.
“More.” … Click.
.
This continued until her nose was nestled in my pubic hair and I could feel her chin touching my balls.
.
“Now let’s see if you can smear that lipstick,” I told her before placing the camera strap around my neck and holding the sides of her head in my hands.
.
I glide my cock between her wet shiny red lips and started slowly working my hips as I repeatedly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. Ashley’s cheeks hollow out as she tried to suck the cum out of my balls. Bring her hand into play she started jerking me off in her mouth while she licked and tongued just the head. … Click.
.
Her other hand reached down and found my balls. Once cum filled and hanging low, they were now shrunk up tight with my impending explosion of cum. With holding one hand on her head I recklessly started humping Ashley’s mouth.
.
“Hold your mouth open and jerk me off in your mouth and on your face.” … Click … click … click.
.
I watched through the viewfinder snapping pictures with one hand and holding Ashley’s face close with the other. Wildly, she stuck her tongue out lapping at the underside of my engorged cock head. When her eyes look up at me, I couldn’t hold out any longer. … Click … click … click … click … click.
.
I released her head and continued to take pictures as she licked me clean. And then … click … using her fingers wiped … click … the cum off her face, … click … licking each finger full off … click … with her supple serpent-like lips. Timing it perfect, I zoomed in and got a wonderful close up of my cum splashing across her shiny red lips.
.
Ashley stood, leaned close and with her breasts still exposed from her pulled down tank top pressing into me, whispered in my ear, “Let me know what time to get there.”
.
I did the best I could getting through my normal 8-hours at work. I hadn’t had much of a chance to discuss everything with Ashley, but she’d told me to tell her what time to show up at my part time job. I also had a complete set of all the photos that I’d taken that afternoon.
.
It’s a wonder I didn’t get a speeding ticket that night. I got to my second job in record time. Things were pretty much normal and even at 10-o’clock it was still early. I called Ashley and told her to come on down. I also told her to wear a long coat over her outfit so she wouldn’t be notice too much. Then I went to find the night manager. As it turned out, a couple of guys had been kicked out before I got on so there was a room available. I didn’t tell him the real reason that I wanted the room. Instead I told him that I just wanted to use it as a place to get away from the ruckus and sit down for a few minutes. He handed me the key and I felt my heart race at how well it was all coming together.
.
When I saw Ashley pull up, I directed her to park her car near the room. When she got out of the car I couldn’t tell what she was wearing under her coat, but below the coat I could see that she was wearing her ‘fuck-me’ stiletto heels instead of the boots. I gave her the key and told her that it hadn’t been serviced yet so she might need to straighten it up a little.
.
“Any potential clients,” she asked getting out of the car.
.
“No, not yet. But it’s still fairly early for a Friday night,” I told her.
.
I noticed her taking a cooler and a large bag into the room with her. At least she knew enough to bring some things with her to kill the time.
.
Whore Wife
Part-3-of-4
.
About an hour later I had my first inquiry. It was a young man I’d talked to the night before.
.
“Hey man, what’s going on tonight? You get lucky yet?” I asked.
.
The young man was a bit shorter than I was, maybe 5-foot 11. He was stocky, but not fat. Like he worked out some. He’d been drinking but seemed to still have his wits about him still.
.
“No these bitches are fucked up. Most of the ones here are from my own school. I couldn’t get them there so there’s not much chance of me getting them here either. Too bad you couldn’t hook us up with that hooker you know.”
.
“Well you may be in luck. I talked to her a little bit ago and she said she might be able to come out and play tonight. She also gave me some more photos to show anyone that might be interested.”
.
I handed the young man the photos and watched his face as he went through the first set of shots. He actually flushed a bit when he got to the ones showing my whore sucking me off.
.
“Fuck man. She’s fucking hot. God I’d give anything to be that dude.”
.
“How much is anything? I can give her a call and see if she’s interested.”
.
“Fuck, I’d give $50 for a blowjob that fucking hot.”
.
“Stay here for a second. Turn around and face away from the street, okay. I’ll be right back.”
.
The young man turned around as I walked off. I punched my wife’s cell phone number.
.
“Ashley’s One Girl Whorehouse, this is Ashley, can I help you?” she answered.
.
“Cute, you little fucking whore.”
.
“Oh, so you’ve been serviced here before.”
.
“As a matter of fact I have. But now I have a young man that’s inquiring about your services. He said that he’d give $50 to get a blowjob like the one in the pictures. You should be able to see him standing looking at the building if you look out your window.”
.
“Hang on, Sir.”
.
“Oh dear. That poor young man, you should send him right over. I know I can help him just fine. Would you be a dear and collect for me. I would hate to spoil his mood.”
.
“Right away, whore,” I replied with a laugh before ending the call.
.
Back to the young man, “You’re in luck. You see that blue truck over there?”
.
“Yeah.”
.
“Go stand next to it. Put your 50-in the hole on the side of the bed. Then head over to room 112. She’s waiting for you now.”
.
Not another word was spoken. The young man stepped over to the truck and put the money in and then he practically ran to room 112. I went over and picked up the money, two twenties and a ten. As I slipped them into my shirt pocket, I decided that I’d frame it for Ashley as a reminder of her first job as a whore.
.
It wasn’t until then that I actually thought about my sweet loving wife, with her whore red lips wrapped around a younger man’s cock. My moment of jealousy quickly changed to excitement and pride. I knew what she was. What I didn’t know was that I wanted others to know too.
.
It took longer than I’d expected, maybe 20-minutes. I assumed Ashley was enjoying herself. That and it didn’t hurt to have the young man spread the word about how good she was at giving head. But of course there could have been more and I wouldn’t have known.
.
My phone rang shortly after he left.
.
“Did you get his money?”
.
“Yes, like you told me too.”
.
“Good. Then I’m a real whore now. For $50 that young man shot his load down my throat. He held my head on him so that whether I wanted to or not, I had to swallow it all. I can still taste his cum in my mouth even now. It was so hot and tasty. But be a darling now and find someone who wants to fuck me.”
.
Ashley disconnected before I could say anything, not that I could think of anything to say anyway. Word spread quickly, so it wasn’t long before another young man came up to me. He nervously told me he wanted to get laid, but that he only had 20-dollars. I took his money anyway and sent him straight to my whore’s room. I didn’t bother calling her this time.
.
In about 15-minutes, he came out grinning from ear to ear and surprised me by walking back up to me.
.
“If I go to the ATM and get some more money, can I go again later?”
.
“Sure if you want, but it’ll have to be more than 20-this time.”
.
“That’s cool. Hey, did you know that bitch is fucking married? I was pounding her hard from behind and she said she bet her husband would love to see my big dick fucking her hot pussy.”
.
It went that way for several more hours. A college guy would approach wanting to get sucked or fucked, I’d take his money and send him in. Ashley didn’t call me after the first one and I didn’t call her until later.
.
About three AM, things started winding down. Usually when it started to get quite, I’d head home. But since Ashley was in the middle (literally, I found out later) of taking care of 2-friends, so I made one last walk around the property. About half way through the round, another of the young men I’d talked to the night before approached me.
.
“I heard your friend was in the area. Any chance she might want to party with us?”
.
“Depends on what you have in mind.”
.
“All 6-of us in our room and she stays until we can’t do it anymore.”
.
“How much you willing to spend?”
.
“I’ve been talking to some of the other guys. I hear she is the best cocksucker in the world. I also hear she is kinky as shit, licking guy’s asses, lets them spank her and titty fuck her, whatever they want. If she let’s us have our way with her, six hundred. I don’t figure we can last much more than a couple of hours anyway, but it’ll be fun trying.”
.
“I’ll make a deal for you. I’m about to get off here. You let me come party with y’all and we’ll call it $500, and I’ll throw the other bill in myself.”
.
“Sure that’s cool. We got beer in the room too. We’re in 349. Just bring her with you when you’re ready.”
.
“See you in a few then.”
.
As soon as the 2-guys left the room, I went in.
.
“Just have a seat baby and get comfortable. I’ll be right there,” she called out.
.
As I walked in, the smell of testosterone and sex permeated the room. The bed was a complete mess and judging by the cum stains all over the sheets, it looked like every young man staying there had either cummed in her or on her. There were even a few empty beer cans lying around. It looked like my whore wife had been having a hell of a party.
.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she smiled when she saw me and asked, “Checking up on your bitch?”
.
‘Yeah, baby. How you holding out?”
.
“I haven’t had this much fun in years,” she laughed. “I didn’t know I could cum so much.”
.
“Think you can handle a little more action?”
.
“I guess I have to if you want me to,” she giggled.
.
“Good,” I said, “We’ve got a party to go to.”
.
“They aren’t coming here?”
.
“No,” I said, “I made a deal with 6-guys for you to go to their room and take care of them until they can’t go anymore. And I get to be there too.”
.
Taking her clothes out of her hand and sticking them in a bag, I said, “Don’t bother to get dressed, it’s not that far.”
.
Hesitantly she looked down at her body clad only in her garter belt and stockings, with a smile she said, “Okay baby, but can you do something for me?”
.
“What’s that?”
.
“Can you get the video camera out of the closet and put a fresh tape in and bring it with us? I have a feeling that my husband would like to see what kind of a slut whore he’s married too.”
.
Ashley caused quite a stir as she strutted naked the short distance to the room. As we were walking across the patio area, a 20-year old beauty in a bikini so small that she might as well have been naked, gave a low whistle of approval when she saw Ashley. Pausing, Ashley put her arm around her neck and kissed the girl. Pulling Ashley tight against her, the girl let her hands play over Ashley body as she escalated the kiss. By the time the kiss was broken, they were both out of breath.
.
As we started to walk the girl told Ashley her room number and said, “If you’re free tomorrow evening drop by.”
.
With a naughty smile Ashley said, “Depend on it.”
.
The little delay was enough time for the word to spread, and a gauntlet of gawking young males and to my surprise females to form. Needless to say, the rest of the trip was through a jungle of hands patting her shapely bottom, groping and pinching her perky breasts.
.
Whore Wife
Part-4-of-4
.
Just before I knocked, Ashley told me to wait. Then with all the gawking young men watching, she pinched her nipples to get them hard. Once she got the desired affect, she knocked on the door herself. As soon as the door opened, my whore wife popped in the room full of enthusiasm.
.
“So does anyone here wanna fuck?” she sang out to the room at large.
.
Their response was equally as enthusiastic, “Yeah!”
.
Ashley wastes no time climbing onto one of the 2-beds and taking charge.
.
“Two guys. Naked. One on each side of me. Lay on your back, “ she ordered.
.
Then the race was on to see who could strip the fastest and get on the bed. Once the 2-winners were in position, Ashley started earning her keep. She started by stroking both boys at the same time. Then she lowered her mouth to one while still fondling the other one. Then every couple of minutes, she’d switch. This lasted for maybe 5 or 6-minutes with me catching every moment on videotape.
.
I watch as Ashley stopped and pantomimed reaching into her non-existent pocket. Looking at the guy on her left, she acted like she was going to flip a coin.
.
“Heads or tails,” she asked. .
.
“Heads.”
.
Wiggling her shapely ass at the other boy, Ashley said, “I guess that means you get tails then. Just remember pussy only. My ass is exit only. I don’t even let my husband do that. Although I bet he would give or do anything to try it.”
.
If I had been so inclined as to admit to being Ashley’s husband, I could have attested to that fact. I had been trying for years to get her to let me ass fuck her. She was also right that I would do just about anything for the opportunity to slip my hard dick up her tight hole.
.
Back on the bed, things went pretty smoothly. Ashley gobbled and sucked the first guy’s cock in her mouth while the second guy was behind her held her hips and pounding her pussy for all it was worth. Several times I could hear moans and sounds trying to escape Ashley’s cock filled mouth, but I couldn’t tell for sure if they were good sounds or bad ones. Not that it much mattered.
.
After the first round, Ashley had sucked off 2-cocks and was filled by the other four. One young man couldn’t get off in her mouth, a leftover reaction, he said from a girlfriend who he said would not let him cum in her mouth, but loved to suck his cock. Didn’t matter since it took him all of 10-ten seconds to unload in Ashley’s well-fucked pussy.
.
I shut the camera off while took a break. Beers were opened and drained, cigarettes were smoked, and the recycled beer was pissed away.
.
I was sitting in a chair sipping on a beer waiting for the action to start back up. I somehow had gotten used to the perpetual hard on I was sporting. Ashley apparently noticed it too and decided to fuck with me.
.
“What about you? Don’t you want to get off too?” she asked innocently.
.
“These guys paid more than my share. I’ll wait until they get done,” I told her.
.
“Pull it out. I want to see it,” she teased.
.
Laughing, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out into the open.
.
“Damn, that’s a nice one you’ve got there. Tell you what, I’ll make you a special deal, because I’m having so much fun with you guys tonight,” she tells me, “What would you give to ass fuck me right now?”
.
“How about a hundred bucks?”
.
“No, money’s too easy. I was thinking of you showing me how much you’d like to have my ass. What say you lick my creamy pussy for 10-minutes, then you can have my ass.”
.
It was an odd proposition to say the least. While I had fantasized about fucking my wife’s pussy full of other men’s cum, I’d never thought about eating her cream pie out. But to get her ass, why not?
.
“OK.”
.
“Come lay on the bed.”
With a wicked smile, I quickly took off my clothes and lay down in the center of the bed. Ashley wasted no time kneeling on my chest and lowering her gaping pussy towards my face. As she moved into position I marveled at the intricate folds and the pinkness of her sweet pussy as I parted her delicate lips. Parting her lips caused globs of cum to start oozy out of her pussy and drip on my face. When I gently placed my tongue on Ashley’s wet snatch, she shuddered at my touch and this sent me into a licking frenzy as I sucked and lapped up her juices. It was a strange sensation but very erotic at the same time. It didn’t hurt that I was at eye level with my true intended target.
.
I pressed my lips against her engorged clit and started sucking with a vengeance. My tongue darted out and teased her clit, before I dove into her for a taste of her juices. Her tart acidic taste was like aphrodisiac to me. As I franticly licked and sucked her creamy pussy, I could feel her quivering helplessly, totally turned on. My tongue flicked so insistently over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.
.
I jumped a little when I felt Ashley’s mouth lower to my cock. I had to pull her off me twice to keep from blowing my load in her mouth. After 10-minutes, the guys started hollering, so Ashley rolled off of me and assumed her position on the bed.
.
As I move in behind her, her ass high in the air and face flat on the mattress. Eagerly, I slipped my hard cock into her now clean pussy to get it wet. Ashley reaches her hands back and spreads her cheeks to allow me access to her asshole. I take aim and begin a slow and gentle push. I don’t want to hurt her and try to take it easy. Ashley keeps clenching her ass muscles making it impossible for me to get in. I push a little harder and she jumps as she begins to yell.
.
“God damn that fucking hurts,” she shrieked, “No, stop, I’ve changed my mind, we aren’t gonna do that now. You can use my mouth or pussy, but no ass.”
.
“A deal’s a deal, bitch. There’s no turning back now.” Then turning my head. I yelled, “Hold her down boys.”
.
The whooping like wild Indians, they grabbed Ashley’s arms and legs. She was kicking and screaming as we place her stomach on a stack of pillows to keep her ass up. I told one of the guys to find something to shut the whore up so he shoved a pair of dirty underwear in her mouth before pushing her head back down on bed and holding it there.
.
After using a couple of the guy’s belts to bind her wrists to the bedstead, I moved back behind my whore wife’s virgin ass. I work up a big glob of spit and let it dribble into the crack of her ass. With my left hand, I work a slick finger into her. With her fists clench in the sheets in pain, Ashley sobbed and tried to thrash around. My right hand quickly … smack… found a bare ass cheek. “Stop it whore. You made the deal now live with it. Once I get it in it won’t be so bad.”
.
I slap her again and shove 2-fingers up her virgin ass. I spit again and wet my cockhead. I slide it up and down the crack of her ass and start to push in. I feel her tense and I slap her ass again. The shock must have caused her to lose her attention, because her sphincter relaxed and in I went. Once I eased the head past the rim of her tight asshole, Ashley went still for a moment and I just held my position. Then I …smack… slapped her ass again, causing her to shove back on my cock a bit. With …smack… each slap the whore …smack… took more and more …smack… of my cock until I gave a hard push and drove it in all the way in to my balls. .
.
I made a motion to the guy holding her head for him to pull out the gag. I expected her to yell. What I didn’t expect was what she yelled.
.
“Oh yeah baby, tear up my ass. Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!" She wailed.
.
Before I knew it, I got really fired up. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her so hard that I thought I was going to split her in half. He was shouting in returned as she screamed for me to fuck her hard and fast. “Somebody,” she moaned, “pinch my nipples and rub my clit. Fuck my ass, God damnit.”
As my hands gripped her hips and continued fucking her tight hole, hands were eagerly placed under her and her breasts and pussy were being rubbed. The guys never let up; she was at our total mercy. I motioned for the one guy to put his cock in her mouth. When he did, her head started bouncing up and down faster than I had ever seen before. She was literally fucking the guy’s cock with her mouth.
.
Before I knew it, I was yelling, calling Ashley my slut, my whore, my “cock-loving, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”
.
After about ten minutes, he was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Caught up in the excitement I screamed, “Pinch her nipples and clit, guys.”
.
I was getting close to cumming and wanted to make the most out of my opportunity, so I started …smack… slapping her ass …smack… in time with my strokes.
.
Pulling her mouth off the cock for a moment, Ashley screeched like a banshee, “Oh fuck …smack… yes. I’m gonna …smack… fucking cum. Son of a …smack… bitch it feels good …smack… having my ass …smacked… fucked. Spank my nasty …smack… whore ass. Make me …smack… cum, please, make …smack… me cum.”
.
Like a hungry baby going after a nipple, Ashley hysterically put her mouth back on the cock she was working on. I could …smack… hold out no longer. I cruelly …smack… pelted both of …smack… her ass cheeks as …smack… I rammed into …smack… deep and hard. Finally I …smack… gave Ashley what she …smack… really needed. I finally …smack… grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her tight to me. My balls exploded and I cummed deep inside of her ass. I loved it. As my cum exploded out and filled her ass for the first time, I could hear her scream even with her mouth full of cock. I could also feel her pussy muscles convulsing in orgasm.
.
“Here’s a load for your mouth too, whore,” the young man fucking her mouth bellowed at my wife.
.
Ashley screamed again, and again I could feel her muscles twitching.
.
It was several hours before we got back home. Once there we showered and climbed into bed. Ashley snuggled up next to me, her hand straying into my shorts and feeling my cock begin to stir.
“Honey, I have a confession. I didn’t go out with my girlfriends last night. I was angry with you, so I went out whoring instead. And one of the guys took my anal cherry. I’m sorry you didn’t get it, but I would be happy to let you ass fuck me now to make it up to you. In fact, you can ass fuck your whore anytime you want.”
.
The end…
.
No comments:
Post a Comment