My crew had looked forward to getting raises this year, but that wasn’t going to happen. In fact, it was so bad that I had to choose between letting some of my people go, or taking a cut in my own pay. I considered these guys as close as family, so I did take the cut in pay, and a few of my long-time employees joined me in trimming our salaries so we could keep everyone getting some kind of paycheck.
My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting at the kitchen table one evening, going over our household bills and wondering how we were going to make them all. We looked at the pile of bills, some in yellow envelopes or with big large “OVERDUE” stamp across the front. It was imposing to say the least.
“How are we going to pay all these bills?” she asked me.
“I dunno, honey. Some of these bills are already overdue and they have late fees attached. Others are getting ready to be overdue. I guess we are going to have to pay the ones we can’t ignore first, like the utility and house payments. The others will just have to wait. That’s about all we can do and we’ll be lucky to do that,” I said.
“Yeah,” she sighed heavily. I knew she was worried. We were up against a wall. We were in debt up to our necks and there was no way we were going to be able to borrow any money to make the bills. My parents were both on fixed incomes and barely able to pay their own bills, and my wife’s parent’s were both gone so we had no family to borrow from. And with the lack of jobs in the area, the idea of getting a part-time job was going to be extremely difficult.
“You know honey,” Cindy said, “there is a way I could earn a lot more money.”
“I’d like to know how. There are no part-time jobs to be had around here,” I answered, wondering what she had in mind.
“Well, you remember my college roommate, Tina? I told you about her before.”
“Yeah, I remember. Didn’t you tell me she finished school and got married?”
“Yeah, that’s her. Well she was having money problems while she was in college. She was halfway through her second year when the scholarship she was on dried up. She was facing having to drop out of college,” she said. “Now she is living out in Los Angeles somewhere.”
“Well did she graduate from college?” I asked.
“Yeah, she was able to find a way to make money and she was able to finish college.” she said.
“That’s good. So what did she do?” I asked, curious now.
Cindy hesitated for a moment. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she was not sure if she should.
“What is it, Cindy?” I asked.
“Well, she was sort of self-employed. An unusual job that she didn’t tell a lot of people about. In fact no one knew about it except me. I was Tina’s roommate and her best friend and she told me everything, but no one else,” Cindy said.
Now I was intrigued. “What did she do?” I asked again.
“She, uh…” again Cindy hesitated. “She was a prostitute. I mean, she didn’t call it that. She described what she did as being a ‘party girl,’ never anything else.”
I was stunned. “Did her husband know about her being a prostitute – I mean a party girl?” I asked.
“I don’t think so, at least not before they were married. He may know now, I don’t know. I was the only one she told about it at the time, though. She said she got into it through a friend and only worked on weekends so she could study and stay in school. Some weekends she said she made $1500.00 or more.”
“My God. That’s a lot of money. Was it dangerous?”
“No, not for her. She was very careful. She was on the pill and she made sure the clients always wore a condom,” Cindy said.
“Was there a pimp or something to protect her? I mean I’ve heard that prostitutes get beat up a lot,” I said.
“Well not in the TV show sense, no. There was a guy who set up her party dates and he made sure things were safe for her. He took a small cut, naturally, but he was pretty good to the girls. They got to keep most of the money they worked for, unlike some of the pimps we hear about who take a lot bigger chunk of their pay,” she said.
I was still so intrigued, I had almost forgotten that Cindy had brought up this subject thinking she might take this up herself.
“Did she fall for any of her clients? You know, get emotionally involved?”
“No, never. It was just sex. A business deal. She made sure it never got personal.”
“Did she enjoy it? I mean, did she…?”
Cindy looked embarrassed. “Well, I never really asked her that point-blank, but she told me she had a good time, yes.”
“My God! You mean she came? She had orgasms?”
My wife looked uncomfortable for a moment.
“Yes, I guess so,” she said, looking down. “She was nineteen or twenty back then, same as me. And we both were dealing with our hormones,” she said.
“I see.” Finally I remember why Cindy had brought the subject up.
“Well, I think the whole idea is crazy, and don’t want you to even consider it.”
“Okay, darling. It was only an idea.”
We embraced and kissed and dropped the subject. We went to bed that night without talking about it any more and forgot about the whole conversation by morning.
It was several weeks later before the idea surfaced again. Our money problems had worsened when one of the few jobs we had lined up at work backed out because they didn’t have the money to do the work. Then my truck’s transmission decided it didn’t want to play anymore, so there was another bill we had to pay. I needed my truck for work and it was also our only vehicle. I had a friend fix it, and he knew our situation so he didn’t pressure me for the money, but I still wanted to pay him – after all he was a friend and did me a favor by fixing the truck.
One day I came home from another depressing day of trying to keep the business afloat and the creditors off our backs.
“Hi honey, how was work?” she said, cheerfully.
“Don’t ask,” I said. “I really don’t know how much longer this can go on. We are barely hanging on by a thread at work. The creditors are getting mad and we are quickly losing places that will give us the materials we need for the few jobs we have.”
“Well it’s Friday night and the weekend is here. We don’t have to worry about work for a couple days,” she said, putting a happy spin on things. That was my Cindy’s way. She could find a happy side to anything – even a natural disaster!
I had to take her in my arms and kiss her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, honey. Your sunny disposition just makes me smile no matter how bad things are!” I said.
“Well someone has to cheer you up, you worrywart! I can’t have my man getting worry wrinkles at such a young age!” she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh by the way, I called Tina and it just so happens she is going to be in town this weekend. Can we get together with her – it’s been a long time, and I’d really love to see her again!” After some hesitation, I agreed. I realize now I was very curious about Tina and wanted to know more about her secret life.
We met Cindy’s college roommate at her hotel and the three of us went out from there. We had quite a few drinks and ended up having dinner at a nice place nearby and then returning to our apartment for coffee. I was somewhat surprised to find Tina completely normal; that is, there was no sign of any kind that she had ever been a prostitute. She was invariably outgoing, cheerful, and bubbly. Rather like Cindy, I thought. I was intrigued.
Tina seemed to be doing rather well for herself. I didn’t know her in college, but she was dressed impeccably and she was staying in a very nice hotel. She even insisted on picking up the tab for diner that night.
I listened to the girls catch up nodding once or twice just to show I was still paying attention. Who wouldn’t – Tina was a very sexy and beautiful woman and with the dress she was wearing… well let’s just say she was certainly not shy and she knew how to sell! Cindy and Tina talked about what had been going on since their college days and we found out that Tina and Rick had split up just after college – he went overseas to work while she had gone to Seattle herself.
“I still work nights too, you know,” said Tina, who had been telling us about her life in Seattle. “I have my days off and the money’s great.”
“Oh,” said Cindy, blushing slightly. Cindy and I looked at each other and then back at her.
“Actually,” Tina said, “It isn’t all that bad. I am only working three nights a week and I am doing pretty well for myself. I am also building up a great nest egg for when I can’t do this anymore.”
I’ll admit, I was impressed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or because of the money and glitter she was displaying, but the whole idea didn’t seem so shocking and outrageous anymore. I saw how happy Tina seemed to be, and I began to think about Cindy doing it if she really wanted to.
“Well,” said Tina, “I was talking with my business manager recently and he asked me if I knew any girls who might want to get into this business. And I thought of you immediately, Cindy. I know that Seattle is a long way away from here, but if you are interested we can set something up here locally for you to get started and then my business manager can run things using Mark here as his associate.”
“How would that work?” I said, absentmindedly. Cindy’s ears perked up when I showed interest in the idea.
“Well my manager would make the party arrangements and let you know about them. You would go with Cindy here and oversee things to make sure the rules were followed and that everyone had a good time. My manager would get his cut, which isn’t much at all, and you guys would get the rest.
Cindy looked a bit uncomfortable. “Mark and I actually talked about this awhile back. We have been in a bit of a financial bind lately, but we didn’t pursue the matter,” she said.
“Oh?” Tina asked,” Why is that?”
“Well Mark’s construction company hasn’t been able to get much work with the economy being what it is. No one wants to do much building when they are having troubles paying for what they have,” she said.
“Well, it’s kind of funny… my work doesn’t seem to be too terribly effected by the economy. I guess when you need a good fuck, you find the money somehow!” she said, grinning and putting her hand over Cindy’s.
“I suppose so. But Mark and I are married and it would have to be okay with him. I love Mark and I don’t want to hurt him,” she said.
“That’s perfectly understandable, Cindy. There are several girls that I know who are happily married and who still work,” Tina said.
I swallowed hard. “Uh, it seems a bit crazy to me. I mean, don’t they feel like they’re betraying their marriages? I mean they are having sex with other partners – cheating on their husbands!”
“It’s not cheating at all,” replied Tina. “There’s no emotional involvement on any side. It’s just business. We do it for money, not love, and the girls who are married aren’t hiding anything from their spouses. This is just our way of making some very good money – the kind of money we couldn’t make any other way.”
The whole scheme seemed too good to be true. That kind of money would solve all our financial problems and give us plenty for our future. We could put some of the money into the business and keep it afloat until things turned around too.
Cindy and Tina went to the restroom for a few minutes, leaving me alone at the table to think about all this. This was a big step, and it had serious ramifications. It would need to be discussed at length if we were to do it.
Cindy was a wonderfully outgoing, very beautiful woman, five foot four inches tall, with light blonde, waist length hair, a nice smile, and a very hot 34-24-35 figure, with rather big double d-cup breasts for her size. She was a sexual woman too – she loved to be fucked hard for a long time, and came easily and was always ready for more. When we had sex, it wasn’t uncommon for her to have multiple orgasms in a single session, sometimes even chaining them together, one after another, if she was extremely aroused.
Cindy and Tina returned to the room and looked at me expectantly.
“Well, what do you think, honey?” my Cindy asked, “Maybe I could try it and see what it’s like?”
I looked at my wife. She had this hopeful, expectant look in her eyes that reminded me of a little girl asking to go to her first school dance. I was on the spot. Part of me wanted to resist, but Cindy was game and I guess there was no real harm if everything was above board. Besides, I was feeling quite sexually aroused at the idea. Despite my shock and determination not to let Cindy become a prostitute I felt a bulge in my pants. My cock was telling me I was excited at the idea.
“Okay, I guess you’re right. Maybe it would be all right to try it once.”
“Great!” said Tina. “There is a party tomorrow night I can bring you to. It should be fun and you’ll find out if you like the work. And I’ll be right there with you to help you along.”
The next thing I knew, Cindy and Tina were making plans to meet the next day.
“What should I wear?” I heard Cindy ask.
“Just short skirt, stockings and heels. A little extra makeup and you’ll look fine,” Tina said.
The next day, Cindy left the apartment at 7pm, saying that she expected to be home by midnight. I kissed her goodbye and spent the next five hours anxiously waiting for her return.
She didn’t get home until after 2:00 in the morning.
“Sorry I’m late,” she exclaimed, looking exhilarated and a bit tired. “There were supposed to be three of us but one girl didn’t show up, so Tina and I had to go on a bit longer than we planned,” she smiled brightly at me.
“Tell me about it,” I asked, wanting to know everything.
“Well, this was a bachelor party for one of the guys there. It was in a beautiful hotel suite, with several rooms and bedrooms. There was music, and wine and beer and the guys were all quite nice. There was a couple strippers there to warm up the crowd, then they handed the men over to us girls to cool them back down!” she smiled again.
“How much did you make?”
“A thousand dollars.”
“Holy shit, honey!” I was duly impressed.
“How many guys were there?”
“Well, there was more than we expected, I guess because they thought there would be three girls. I think there were eight or ten guys at the party not including the man of honor.”
“You mean to tell me you fucked ten men?” I said, incredulously.
“I didn’t count them, Mark. I was at the party a long time and we didn’t fuck the whole time. Besides remember Tina was there too, and she had her share. She was a big help, especially with the first couple, helping me get over my nervousness and everything. Anyway I did it with some of them two at a time.”
“Two at a time?”
“Uh huh,” She gulped, looking a bit embarrassed.
“How?”
She hesitated a moment and then told me that she had taken one in her pussy and one in her ass.
“Wow! You did that once or several times?”
“Several times.”
“Did you like it?” I asked, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear her answer.
“Yes, yes I did.”
“Did you cum?”
“Uh huh.”
“Did you cum a lot?”
“I didn’t count how many times,” she said looking down. She was starting to feel like a whore.
“Oh my God,” I said.
“Were they big?” I asked
“They were all different sizes. Some bigger than others,” she said quietly.
“Huge?”
“Honey, you shouldn’t worry about that. It didn’t hurt or anything,” she said.
“You mean you liked being fucked by guys with huge cocks?” I didn’t realize it at the moment but I was starting to act like a jealous asshole.
“It felt good, I admit. But no better than doing it with you,” she said looking up at me. It was then that I saw her eyes getting wet. And I realized what I had been doing.
“Oh honey, I am sorry. I’ve been grilling you like you did this on your own. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m just trying to get used to the idea too. I am glad that you had a good time tonight, and I appreciate you doing this to help with the bills and the money. I love you, baby,” I said, taking her in my arms.
I couldn’t be mad at my beautiful wife. I realized that she was able to do what she did because she is so beautiful, so sexy, and so attractive to other guys that they wanted her. And in my mind, as I considered that, I started feeling proud of her.
I was feeling pretty good about having such a desirable woman of my own. A woman that could have any man she wanted, yet she came home to me. It was quite the ego-boost and it also was quite erotic. Think about it, I had my own private hooker! I found myself wanting her very badly.
A minute later, we were in the bedroom and I was laying on the bed with Cindy between my legs, sucking my hard cock. The sensation was exquisite. Her wet, soft tongue worked its way down my hard shaft as I wrapped my fingers in her blonde hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on my steel shaft. Cindy had always been good at sucking cock, but tonight she seemed especially artful and I was enjoying it immensely. I was about to cum and wanted to fuck her tight pussy. I turned around and spread her legs.
She was kneeling on the bed with her ass high in the air and her head on the pillow. Her legs were spread and I could see her glistening, dripping pussy staring at me, beckoning me to take my pleasure from it. I moved into position to do that very thing.
My cock slid in easily. Usually Cindy was very tight but that night she felt considerably more open.
“Does it feel okay?” I wondered if she was feeling sore.
“Yes, it’s fine,” she replied. I pumped her for a few moments, savoring the feel of her recently fucked vagina. All that cum must have kept her well lubricated. She moaned and I could tell she was enjoying it.
Her pussy felt so warm and slippery I could feel my orgasm was not far off. I was excited by the thought that other men had been having her like this not long before. I imagined how she looked to them – legs spread wide, her big tits, juicy pussy taking a good pumping.
Suddenly an intense orgasm swept over me as I envisioned my cute wife being penetrated by all those men, their heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against her ass as their cocks filled her holes. Cindy moaned and hugged me to her while my thick cum shot into her well-used cunt.
When I had calmed down, we hugged and kissed for a long time. I felt wonderfully relaxed and satisfied. We dropped off to sleep.
After that I raised no objections to Cindy’s nocturnal job. She was in great demand and often worked several nights a week, especially weekends. The money was great. We paid off our loans and bills with her extra income. We were able to keep the construction company going the rest of the winter, as well, by investing some of the extra income into the business.
That following summer, construction jobs picked up and we got a big contract for a hotel chain that wanted two hotels in our town, plus a supermarket. So we were back in business and everyone was happy. I was working steady and bringing in a decent paycheck again. Cindy was working as well, and making very good money being a party girl. And the sex we had had never been better!
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
