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HUSBAND, WIFE, PIMP, WHORE (wife as whore, voyeur) 

tonytony3@juno.com 

Some people are too open, especially on email. Don told me this story,
and needs advice. Have any? 

 My wife's 35th birthday was coming, and I planned a nice celebration for
two. She wasn't at all happy, though.  

"Honey, what's wrong?" 

"I'm being silly, Don, but I feel old. I have some new wrinkles, and a
couple of grey hairs. I used to feel pretty, and remember how men would
look at me when I entered a room. I feel bad because those days are
gone." 

"Sam, (her name's Samatha) we're all getting old, but you're still a ten
- or at least a high nine - in anyone's book." 

"You gotta say that, you're my husband." 

This usually happy woman was really depressed. There was no way I could
convince her that aging had not yet affected her looks. Sam IS a tall,
willowy, beautiful woman. Her figure is more that of a dancer than of a
Playboy Bunny, but in most men's eyes, an easy 9.5. 

A month or so later, we were having dinner with a good friend of both of
ours, sort of a most eligible bachelor - 30 something, handsome,
successful: all the right stuff. 

Sam had arranged more blind dates for this guy than you can imagine.
"He's too good to let loose, Don", was her explanation.  

Sam and Fred are very good friends. They say their relationship's like
having a brother or sister who's also a best friend. It proves to me that
a guy and woman can be friendly without sexuual pressuure screwing things
up. 

But Fred let slip a bit of an indiscretion. He had been on a west coast
business trip for a couple of weeks. He mentioned in passing that it was
a lonely trip, and at end of it the nights alone in the hotel room were
pretty unbearable. 

"I know that feeling, Fred." 

"Yeah, I had to take some action, or I'd have gone crazy." 

Sam picked up on that: "What kind of action, Fred?" 

After some probing, Fred revieled that "I have a way with women. It's
expensive, but it is a way." 

"What do you mean?" 

Finally it came out.  

"Look, there were some girls at the bar. One picked me up, that's all." 


"Fred, do you mean you hired a hooker?" 

"To be blunt, yes." 

"Tell me more",  from Sam. 

"Look, she was very pretty, almost as nice as you, Sam." 

"Well, what did she do? What did you do?" 

"She offered a couple of hours of entertainment." 

"Sexual entertainment?" 

"Of course." 

"Com'on, 'fess up. I want to know just what went on." 

"She came to my room. Gave me a massage. We had sex. OK?" 

"What about safe sex?" 

"I took a chance." 

"That was dumb.  How much did it cost, Fred?" 

"She was pretty." 

"Com'on, how much?" 

"$500." 

"Wow." 

"Sam", I said, "I think you embarrassed Fred enough." 

Fred agreed, and the subject was dropped. 

That night, in bed, Sam was especially turned on. "Wow, $500! Would you
pay that much?" 

"Honey, I'm married to you, I don't want or need anyone else for sex." 

"But if you did, would you?" 

"For you, more!" 

The next night Sam came to the bedroom wearing one of my shirts - "Roll
over, you're getting a massage." 

There was warm oil and hot hands on my back, then my buttocks, then my
legs. Her hands moved up again: "Roll over!" 

I did. It's no surprise that 'Little Don' was standing up. 

"Oh, look at that. It looks like it wants attention." Well, I got it,
from hands and mouth. 

Later (not too much later, it turned into a quickie) Sam asked "Is that
the kind of performance that would get $500?" 

"Sam, it doesn't work that way. You negotiate the fee and collect it
first. Otherwise, the guy may never pay." 

"Oh.  

"OK.  

"Two things, Don. You said 'You'. Does that mean me? And how come you
know so much about it?" 

"'You', was just the way I said it. And, I did screw  around sometimes
when I was traveling, too." 

A couple of weeks later, Sam was on me, in bed. I could tell this was
going to be intercourse for sex, not love making. She was kissing my
neck, and talking. . . 

"Is this what a professional would do?" 

"I don't know, but don't stop!" 

Now she moved down lower, and her mouth was working on my chest, then  my
navel. My cock had sprung free, and was twitching in time with my pulse. 

"I wonnder if anyone would think I was worth $500, like the woman Fred
was with." 

"Honey, you're worth more."  

"Would anyone offer a 35 year old that much?" 

She was moving lower, and I could feel her mouth take in my penis. One
hand was pumping my shaft, while tongue and lips were  busy exciting me
more than I could stand. 

A pause: "What do you think of that?" then she continued. 

"I like it!" 

"No, stupid, about someone paying."  "I'll pay - now don't stop!" 

She didn't stop for a few minutes, but then there was another pause -
just as well, I grabbed the head of my cock and squeezed it, in the
classical 'do this to stop a premature ejaculation' maneuver. 

"Honey, I'd like to know if guys would think I'm attrative enough to pay
big bucks for an evening with me." 

Both the physical pleasure, and the idea Sam was playing with made me
lose control. God, it was good, even if we never made it to intercourse. 

A few nights later, again in bed, Sam advanced her idea further. 

"Uh, do you think I'm marketable, honey?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know, an evening of fooling around for fun and profit. . ." 

"Sam, I don't like that idea. Let's just keep it in reserve, and maybe
some day the circumstances will be right." 

"Does that mean you really don't like it, or that you think no one will
pay that kind of money for this 35 year old body?" 

"Your body is fine, dammit." 

I was getting into trouble, but wasn't about to pimp for my wife, even if
she thought it would prove to her she was still beautiful. I didn't think
having her whore around was the way to prove that, although she said,
when I told her that, that it would be de facto proof she was ok in the
body department. 

But somehow, circumstances seem to conspire, sometimes, don't they? 

A month ago I attended an American Management Association one week
workshop on Hilton Head Island. Although the AMA strongly suggested
attendees come alone, I arranged for Sam to join me on Thursday. After
the thing ended Friday noon we could have fun there, or in Savannah. 

The workshop was hard work. It  was in one of three similiar workshops
going on at the same time. Wednesday night, after a team dinner, I went
to the lounge for some time alone, and a quiet drink. 

Tomorrow Sam would be with me, so things were looking up. 

A guy about my age sat next to me. "Hi, I'm Bill." 

"Don". 

A hand shake, a word or two about the seminars, and the talk continued on
about other things.  

Later that evening I told him "I have find a computer and get on line
soon, and check my e-mail." 

"Hell, come to my room. I'm all hooked up." 

His room was on the first floor. We walked in, and I saw the glass door
to the patio open, but the screened part was shut. His room faced the
beach. On the upper floors, like mine, what was his patio was a balcony. 

"It's safe here, I like to hear the waves coming in," he explained. 

 After getting on line, collecting mail, and responding, he invited me
outside for a beer. 

The patio had a gated waist high fence, with a lot of shrubbery along it.
It was private, and at this time of night, very dark. "I can just walk
there" - he pointed to a path thru the bushes - "to the beach. I go for a
run every morning." 

Talk turned to personal matters, with the usual bull shitting. "Married?"
I asked. "No, but I sure like to go thru the motions. Except the pickings
are pretty slim here, aren't they?" 

I  was horny, thinking of Sam, and of sex-for-fun not sex-for-love and
maybe feeling a little perverted, too. And this guy seemed like he knew
how to enjoy himself. He looked fit, was bigger and broader than me.
Well, let's try something. 

"Uh, not true. I met a gal here from Cleveland last night. She's on
vacation, but she was willing to, uh, well, earn part of her vacation
costs back." 

"Really? Was she good?" 

Now I was really getting into it. 

"Very." 

"How much did you pay?" 

Would he bite? 

"$600". 

"Wow. Was she in the lounge tonight? I didn't see anyone who looked worth
that kind of monoey".  

"She was worth more, and I didn't see her tonight either, or I probably
wouldn't be here with you!" 

"Introduce me to her if you see her again. I do need a good time."  

He did bite 

!An hour later - by then it was nearly eleven - I excused myself.
Tomorrow's session would be another one of 'personal discovery', and
those got to be mind numbing after a while. 

But back in my room I called Sam. 

"Honey, I can't wait to get there" was how she responded when she heard
my voice. I miss you, and - well, you know, miss you!" 

Now, does she really want to play? 

"Well, Sam, do you still want to see if you have what it takes?" 

"I have all you can handle, big boy. Don, you sound funny. Have you been
drinking?" 

"Yep. And pimping." 

"I don't believe you. You can't talk to someone without trying to sell
something. OK, what were you 'pimping' tonight?" 

"You!" 

"I don't believe you'd do that." 

"Wait till you get here before you say that. I did some selling, and if
you're up to it, you'll have a $600 payday for a couple of hour's work
tomorrow." 

"Honey, you don't have to pay me $600. For you, $50 will buy more than
you can handle." 

"You don't get it. There's a guy here who's willing to pay that kind of
money for the right beautiful uninhibited woman." 

"I still don't believe you. You don't have the guts. I'm not sure I do,
for that matter." 

She won't play. 

I'll press a little. 

"Tell you what, Sam. I'll bet you $300 that I have someone who will pay
you $600 for a couple of hour's fun. I think that's about the correct
commission for arranging an escort." 

"You are full of it. It's a bet, fellah. See you tomorrow evening." 

She will play 

!"OK. I'll leave a key card in an envelope at the desk for you, I'm
supposed to be alone in the room for another couple of nights while this
seminar runs, so lay low, ok? I'll be there about 7, after dinner. And be
prepared, kid. I feel raunchy, and you are going to have a real adventure
if I can keep my hands and cock off you for a couple of hours." 

"You, sir, are all talk." 

Now the dye, if not already cast, was out of the container. 

I slept with a box of tissues next to the bed, because I woke up often
that night, and every time I woke up I was horny, and had to do something
about it. I wasn't thinking about morality, just lust. I wouldn't let
myself think of Sam as my wife, but my mind was locked on the image of
her spread wide on a bed, with someone pounding into her, and it excited
the hell out of me. 

The next day just dragged on. I could hardly keep still. Then dinner with
my class mates, more being open and honest and communicating. It was
probably great, but I was distracted, big time. 

6:30 came, and I ran to the room. Sam was waiting, in bed. "Come here,
big boy. Tell me about this fantasy of yours." 

It looked like she had the same frame of mind I did. I wasted no time
getting into bed. We banged into each other, grunting like animals. I
wasn't being fair, though. I knew her too well, and could bring her to
the edge of an organism, hold her there, but not offer that instant of
release. Finally she asked what got into me.  

"Here's the deal, Sam. I'm going to see if Bill, this guy I met, is
around. I'll have a drink with him in the lounge. You come in, I'll
introduce you as this woman I met from Ohio, and after a while, I'll
leave. He thinks you sometimes get off on vacation by picking up someone.
And he thinks you are very uninhibited, too. I really built you up. You,
Ms Hooker, will be on your own. Let's see just how much the market will
pay for your body." 

"Don, I think you are making all of this up as you go along. I thought
the sex we just had would have settled you down. If you're joking, you
lose the bet. I'll play your game, and give you a half hour head start
before I come down. I want to shower and change clothes, anyway." 

I placed a room to room call. "Bill, it's Don. Glad I caught you in. If
you are up to it, I think I owe you a drink. Want to meet me downstairs
in a couple of minutes?" 

Sam, listening, was laughing. "I think you were talking to a dial tone,
cowboy!" 

"See you soon, baby, and for the next couple of hours I won't be thinking
of you as my wife, but as what we managers call a performing asset, with
emphasis on the ass part!" 

I saw Bill at the bar, signaled for a martini, and a refill for him, and
we started talking about the differences in the seminars we were
attending. Bill seemed distracted, though. 

"Hey Bill, I'm here, among other things, to learn to be a perceptive,
good listener. What's bothering you?" 

"Ah, the usual. Lackanooky." 

"Well, you'll be home soon." 

That, boys and girls, is what professional salespeople would call a
pull-away close.  

"Not soon enough. I can't even roll over at night, my cock's been like a
kick stand." 

A few minutes later Bill excused himself - "Need to find the head". 

I watched him leave, and saw Sam standing at the doorway. She waited for
him to pass, then walked over to me. She looked great: dark, fairly long,
full  skirt that outlined her legs as she walked, short sleeved cotton
blouse. Fairly high heels. She did turn heads, not that she noticed.
She'd have turned a lot more if anyone had any idea of what we had been
talking about and planning. 

"Is that the guy you were telling me about - think fast, Don, because if
he is, why did he leave?" 

"Yes, he's the one. He's gone to the men's room, and he'll be back in a
couple of minutes. God, you look great. How much for a night's fun,
baby?" 

"Well, sailor, for you, $2, and then $298 because you'd lose the bet,
too." 

"What do you think of Bill?" 

"He looks ok, but I can't believe you are going to introduce me as anyone
but your wife." 

"We'll see." 

Sam got a drink, and Bill walked back. 

"Hi there", he said. I looked at my wife, and - damn it, I couldn't
resist - said "Bill, I'd like you to meet Samantha. She's the woman I
told you about." 

I saw Sam blush, then smile, and start to shake Bill's hand. Instead, he
leaned forward, and kissed her cheek. "It's great to meet you. Don said
you were lovely, and that's an understatement." 

"Hey, just what she  wants to hear," I thought. 

He continued: "I hope I'm not too late." 

"Too late? What do you mean?" 

"Well, you were talking to Don. . ." 

"Yes, that's true", Sam said, sudden understanding on her face. "Don,
were you going to ask me for a date?" 

God, she's fast: I didn't even think of what Bill was inferring. 

I took a sip of my drink. And I continued down what I knew to be a bad,
exotic path.  

"Uh, I can't tonight, Sam. I gotta get to my room, I have to wait for an
important message tonight. But I'll bet Bill here would like to talk with
you for a while." 

Let's see her scarm out of that. The 'bet' word I used was deliberate. 

Sam looked at me for a couple of heart beats. There was something in her
expression: anger (I deserved it!); a challange to me, or to herself; an
I'll show you attitude?; an 'are you really daring me to pick up this
guy' expression? 

And then, what I hoped for/against, and feared - "I'd love to spend some
time with Bill, Don." 

I couldn't quite get the deep breath I needed. I've set my wife up as a
whore 

!"It's time for me to leave.  Goodnight children. I hope I see you again
tomorrow." 

I saw Sam's eyes flash - she really didn't expect me to leave her with
this guy. 

I heard a couple of "Goodnights", and left. 

>From outside the lounge I stopped, and stood in the hotel hall where I
could see into the lounge.  I also stopped because my knees were weak,
and I had trouble walking. Bill had his arm around Sam's shoulder, and
the barman was getting them a couple more drinks. Their heads were
together, and from time to time I could see one or the other laugh. I
didn't plan on her enjoying him that much. At one point she looked toward
the door, noticing me, while Bill was dealing with the bartender. She
stuck her tongue out at me!  

I went to our room, and found a note on the bed. "I hope you were kidding
about setting me up. If you are reading this, you better either rescue
me, or expect me to return with someone else's protein where you like to
put yours. Love, S" 

"Oh oh."  This was not being funny. But I had a throbbing erection, too.
Was I one of those guys who got off thinking about his wife fucking
someone else? Well, my cock was reporting that as true 

!What was I going to do? I already unzipped my fly, and was grabbing at
an already well masterbated and fucked 'Little Don', but then the idea
came -  

Would I dare? 

I was wearing dark pants, a white shirt.  

The shirt came off, a dark turtle neck on.  

Shoes off, dark sneakers on.  

A black golf hat. Grab the cam corder. Put a bandaid over the "Recording"
LED.  

I was ready -  

                if I dared. 

Down the stairwell.        A quick glance in the lounge. They were still
at the bar. 

Out the door, around to the beach side, to Bill's patio path. Onto the
patio. I sat, so I was shielded from being outlined against the moonless
night sky by the bushes.  

Bill left his bathroom light on, I could see in through the first set of
curtains. Good, he left the drapes partly open. "God, don't let him look
out here, or come out here with Sam. . ." 

I set the cam corder on manual focus, since I wanted sharp images inside,
not of the curtain. 

Second thoughts, thinking about compounding one stupid idea with another,
then thinking about retreating. That was the sane thing to do. How would
I explain myself if Sam just talked with Bill, and then went back to our
room and found me gone? I started to stand, when I heard a noise in the
room, and another light came on.  

I squatted again.  

I saw Bill leading Sam into his room. 

Now I was trapped. This was very serious stuff.  

You need to know the room layout. The bed's headboard was to my right,
there was a couple of feet between the foot of the bed and a dresser with
a big mirror. That was to my left. There was a small table between the
bed and the patio, to the right. The bathroom was off a hallway, between
the bedroom itself and the room's door. 

"I'm glad I met you," he was saying, "it's a  chance to try something
I've always wanted, and with a beautiful woman, too." 

"I did promise you an entertaining evening, Bill,", she said, moving
close to him. One of her hands went to the back of his neck, drawing his
face down so she could kiss him. The other took one of his hands, moved
it towards her breast. 

She's really thought this through, or she has the best instincts in the
world 

!I raised the camera to my eye, pressed record. I could do that with one
hand, and stroked at my own erection with the other. I thought, almost
out loud "Oh, this is going to be good!" 

"Well, would you like to talk a while, or. . ." 

"No, let's start. I think this is going to be fantastic!" 

"Uh, business before pleasure. Let's get that out of the way, first, so
we can just enjoy ourselves later." 

I watched thru the viewfinder. 

Zoomed in on his hand holding his wallet. 

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. There's another one here for
you if you've very good." 

She boosted her price 

!I hoped the camera was picking up the audio over the sound of the ocean
at my back. 

She took the money, put it in her purse. 

"Let's start by getting you comfortable," Sam said, unbuttoning Bill's
shirt. 

Soon it was off. She pushed him to a sitting position on the foot of the
bed, bent over, pulled his shoes and socks off. Pushed him onto his back,
went for his belt. 

I could see, poking though his pants, his erection, something he intended
to use on. . .but I wasn't going to think of her as my wife for a couple
of hours. 

"Not so fast", he said.  

"Not fast at all. I'd like to  start by giving you a massauge. We have a
lot of time, and I want it to be special for you." 

He finished opening his slacks, slid them off. Now he was only in briefs,
and his erection was very obvious. 

" Sam, I think your outfit is hiding a sexy body, and I want to see it." 

She stood up,  and I focused on her face, where I could see her "I'm
going to like this" expression on her face. "Well, a little right now." 

Her hand went to her hip - I want to believe it was shaking a bit - but
she managed, after a couple of trys, to unhook the clasp on her skirt,
and zip it down. I watched as she slowly guided it down over her hips. 

And she stepped out of it. Her blouse was cut something like a man's
dress shirt, long in front and back, somewhat shorter on the sides. I
could see that she was wearing skimpy bikini style high cut panties under
the white blouse. They were a tan color, and if they were the ones I was
thinking of, they were sheer enough so that her darker pubic hair would
show thru. And her wonderful legs were exposed. Her heels - they were
still on, completed a very sexy picture, shot through the white haze of
the curtains.  

I could feel my own cock throbbing, ready to come.  

"That's a good start, Sam. Keep going." 

Very slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I want you to know I don't
do this very often" she said. 

"I only know that Don said you were worth every penny." 

By now her blouse was hanging from her shoulders, bra visible. 

It was a strapless bra, she just unhooked it, and off it came, from under
her blouse. The cleavage was exposed, there was a flash of breast:
wonderful, and I could tell her nipples were erect, too. I could see them
poking at the blouse's material. What a picture 

!I saw Bill reach into his shorts, and squeeze the head of his cock. He
was ready to come already. I was sure Sam was enjoying displaying
herself, and being admired. I'm ashamed to say that I liked seeing her
there, dressed in panties and blouse, in front of this guy, too. 

"On your belly, Bill." 

He obeyed. 

Sam reached into her purse, brought out a plastic bottle of Jergen's Baby
oil. Some went onto her hands, then her hands went to his back. She
straddled him on the bed, and I saw her lean into the massage. She
arranged his arms over his head, moved up on his body so she was kneeling
astride his upper back, and she worked each arm, hard. 

Then she worked on his back. 

She moved further toward the foot of the bed, now sitting astride his
knees, and worked his lower back. 

Now Sam was kneeling so that his feet were under her hips, and she worked
his upper thighs. 

She paused for a minute. Then she sat upright, he blouse fully open. I
could see her breasts, but Bill still was facing the wrong way. 

"Bill, lift up a bit."  

He did, and she leaned forward, running her hands from his outer thighs,
up over his hips, to his waist. I saw her grasp the material of his
shorts, and begin moving her hands downward, again. 

The material slid easily over his buttocks, exposing his ass. It hung up,
I guess his cock was pointing forward. 

He reached between his legs, releasing the shorts. 

Sam pulled them down, slid off the bed, pulled them off his feet, and
then got back on, her knees beside his, straddling him again. 

I watched as she let her fingers trace down over his ass, as he wiggled
with excitement.  

Then they were on his buttocks, kneeding, spreading them. 

I saw her lean forward, towards his ass. 

Saw her tongue extend, touch him. 

Saw him quiver with excitement. 

"Slow down, I'm going to come!" 

She sat back. "I thought you liked it." 

I saw her pour some oil into the small off his back, and begin working
that puddle down, toward his ass and balls. 

By now Bill was twitching, and his hips and pelvis were thrusting as
though he was fucking the bed. The head of his cock had to be getting
sore from all of the squeezing he was giving it. 

By now my own shorts were wet with cum, but I couldn't stop looking. I
watched as Sam lifted one of her legs, and moved Bill's to the outside of
her knee. She did the same thing on the other side. Now he was laying on
his belly, with this wonderful woman between his legs, at about knee
level.  

Some oil on her hands, then I watched her lean forward again, I saw her
breasts ccaress his back, then his ass. 

I thought "That looks good!" 

"Oh, that feels good," he said. 

"It sure does" came from Sam. 

A few minutes later: "Sam, I can't take any more of this." 

"How about this, then?" 

She slid down a bit, had a hand on each ass cheek, seemed to be spreading
them, then relaxing, then spreading again. . One hand released one cheek,
moved between his legs, and began stroking, I think, his cock. The other
seemed to be fingering his anus. Then I was sure of that, both beccause 
her hand changed position and I could see an extended finger moving up
and down, and Bill's reaction. He muttered something about getting fucked
in the ass. 

Only a minute went by before he got on his knees, then rolled over, cock
bobbing. 

Sam, seeing what he was doing, slid off and stood at the foot of the bed,
her blouse covering her breasts again, as Bill sat up. She was standing
pretty much between his knees. 

He reached up to the collar of her blouse, began spreading it. 

Sam's hands went to the front edge of the dresser, and she held it. I
could see she was almost shaking. Scared? Lust? Both? But the side view
of this nude man sitting, reaching to my wife's blouse, to open it and
expose her, was a new high in erotic sights. 

Then, the blouse opened,  and one breast, then the other, was exposed.
Nipples erect. Face blushing. Her own hips, I could see, were making
small motions, the way I knew they did when she was very excited. She was
posing for him. 

"What nice tits you have, Sam. I keep forgetting to appreciate them," I
thought. 

"What perfect tits!", Bill said. 

"Turn around. Face the mirror." 

She did. 

Bill, again grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed. 

Then sitting, he put his hands on her hips, under the blouse, hooked his
fingers, and pulled my wife's panties down, over her hips, past her
knees, to the floor. Her blouse was long enough to cover her ass, which
was pretty much right in front of Bill's face. 

This was making a wonderful video. 

"Step out of them." 

She did. 

He stood behind her, I saw his cock poking at her back.  

He bent his knees a little, then stood upright again, and his cock picked
up the back of the blouse. It had to be sandwiched between her ass
cheeks. Wonderful 

!!His hands reached around her, under her arms, since she was once again
holding onto the edge of the dresser, watching in the mirror. 

They cupped her breasts. They were both looking in the mirror as this guy
played with my wife's tits 

!"I love looking at your body. It's beautiful. (Just what she needed to
hear.) I can't wait to use it!" 

My wife's back arched, breasts pushing forward, into his hands, and her
ass, toward his cock. And my own cock was throbbing, too.  

He left one breast go, and that hand, again, squeezed his cock, hard. 

"He'll never make it into her" I thought/ hoped/hoped against. 

"Sam?" 

"Mmmm?" 

"Sam, can I look at your, uh. . ." 

She looked at him in the mirror, saw that he was looking at her crotch,
and said "Well, Bill, that's already paid for." 

She turned to face him. 

He put his hands on her waist, sort of lifted her, until she was sitting
on the dresser. 

He sat in front of her, on the edge of the bed. 

She had her knees together, was sitting upright. 

"Please lean back a bit." 

She did, resting on her elbows, head back. 

He put a hand on each knee, slowly moved them apart. 

Now I had a side view, but Bill had the best seat in the house. 

I watched his hand move up her leg, until it reached her crotch. I saw a
familiar motion. He was finger fucking my  wife 

!"Oh, that's nice" she said.  

Sam was doing a lot of twitching, too. 

A moment later she was off the dresser, and turned her back to him,
again.  

His hand reached around her hip, slid over her pubic mound to her thigh.
The other went to her other thigh. And  he pulled at her legs. She
acccomodated him,  so that she was standing with her feet a couple of
feet apart. 

Then one hand returned to her breast, the other came up, it looked like
it was tracing up the inside of her thigh, until I saw the expression on
her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. 

"Oh" was all she said, I had zoomed in on her face, then let the camera's
view fall, and I could see his wrist moving up and down. He confirmed my
suspicion when he said "You sure feel ready to fuck right now". 

I knew that was true. If I played and teased Sam her vagina would be all
wet and dilated by the time my cock got to it. It's wonderful. And this
stranger was finding that out, too. Of course, two hours ago my own cock
was spreading that cunt, and I realised, getting it ready for his. 

I zoomed back to a full body view. 

The hand that was working her breast stopped. 

It  went to her back, just below her neck. 

The other flattened against her pubic mound. 

He pushed with the upper, pulled with the lower, while her hands slid
apart along the dresser edge until her head was almost touching it. Her
head was up, looking at him, and at herself, in the mirror. She was in a
classic "getting fucked from behind" position. 

The hand he had on her back grabbed the shirt tail end of her blouse,
which was draped on his cock, and pulled it up, onto her back. She was
bent over, ass exposed now, with a throbbing cock pretty much in her
ass's crack. 

see part 2

This is part 2 of 2 of HUSBAND, WIFE, PIMP, WHORE. 

The same hand that moved the blouse grabbed his cock. I thought he was
about to squeeze its head again, but no! He moved closer, with his hand
on its shaft. He was probing! I didn't know if I could watch, I had
sudden misgivings as he guided his cock only mine had been for a lot of
years.  

He moved his cock lower, and his hand in front seemed to lift my wife's
ass higher - unless she did that on her own to make it easier for him, 
would she do that? The answer was "yes".  She was still wearing her
heels, but I saw her tip her ass back and up, 'presenting' her vagina.  

He moved the head of his cock around, and I watched as she put her
forehead on the dresser to support herself, and reach to spread herself,
until he moved in in one stroke,  and my wife's face took on a surprised,
shocked, excited expression. He was fucking my wife! I was more excited
than when I fucked her 

!Now he moved his hands to her hips, and was driving her onto his cock,
making her meet his thrusts. I saw inches of oily, wet cock exposed, then
buried in her. 

My free hand was stroking my own cock in time with him. 

But he fucked her for only a couple of minutes. 

"Now?" he asked. 

"I kind of hoped you forgot." 

What was going on? 

"No, and it's something I always wanted to try." 

"OK." 

She stood up, faced him. 

Took the bottle of oil, got some on her hands. 

They weren't quite body to body, his cock was beside her hip, and she was
rubbing it with oil, while kissing him. 

Why the oil? They were both soaking with her juices.  

In a moment, she turned back, and I could see he had his fingers in her
cunt, while the kiss continued over her shoulder. 

Then when she turned too far, he was kissing or biting her neck. 

And she bent away. 

He took the oil, poured some on her back. 

Began rubbing it on her ass. Then his fingers were in it 

!My god, he was going to fuck her in the ass 

!"Go easy" she said, as the head of his cock began pressing against her
anus. 

Then, with a push, he started in 

!"Oh, it's so tight - like a  ring around my cock!" 

In just a few strokes his timing changed - he was shooting his cum into
my wife's ass 

!He was grunting, and Sam was making little "oh" noises with each stroke.
 

I saw her move her hand between her legs, probably giving herself more
pleasure,  I don't know. He accidently pulled out, taking too big a
stroke, in his excitement. I saw a spurt of cum as he rammed forward
again, missing, then finding his target.  Both of his hands were on her
hips as he pushed! I loved it 

!He stroked, she wiped some cum off her hand onto her blouse. In a few
moments he pulled out, sat down. There was cum dripping from his cock,
and I think from my wife's ass. She wiped herself with the tail of the
blouse, turned to face him. As luck would have it, she turned away from
the window. I zoomed the lens, dropping my sight to her ass. I could see
white drippings, which she still was unconsciously wiping with her
blouse's tail. 

"Are you relaxed, Bill?" 

"Oh god yes. I needed that." Some minutes passed,  with him sitting,
puffing on the bed. Sam, facing him, was leaning back against the
dresser, legs apart, pelvis tipped upward so her vagina was open to him,
blouse draped from her shoulders, covering nothing.  

"Hand me my wallet." 

It was on the dresser. Sam handed it to him. 

"Here's a $100 tip for a great night. Don was right. I'll remember this
for a long time, but now I've got to sleep." 

Sam looked a little shocked because she was being dismissed like that. 
After we fuck, we cuddle in each other's arms. But she understood, this
was sex, not love. 

"Thanks, Bill."  

She began buttoning the blouse, and reaching for her skirt. 

I made my way down Bill's path, to the lobby, and up to the room. The
camcorder got put away, I stripped, turned on the tv, got into bed. 

A few minutes later the room door opened, and in came my  wife, looking
flushed, excited, worried. 

"I thought you'd be asleep." 

"Not a chance. Tell me all about it." 

"Just a minute." 

She retreated to the bath room for a couple of minutes. I heard the
shower run a bit. 

When she came out I found myself very excited to be looking at this woman
who had just been fucked. 

"Well, wise guy, you won your bet, and I made $800. Here's half." 

"Tell me". 

"Well, we talked in the bar for a while. I made up a story about liking
to pick up handsome strangers for excitement when I travel. He asked me
if I was free tonight. 'Not free, but available', I told him. He said
that's what he meant. 

"Anyhow, honey, we went to his room. He was so horny he had to keep
squeezing his penis so he wouldn't come." 

"That means you really excited him. See, you're  still a 10". 

"Yeah, yeah. Anyhow, I took off my skirt, so I was just wearing my blouse
and panties." 

"And then?" 

"Well, I got him undressed to his shorts, and began giving him a baby
lotion back rub. He kept squeezing himself. Finally he turned over, and
his penis came out of his shorts. I was sitting right beside him, and he
began squirting all over my blouse. Look!" 

She showed me the stains, they were consistent with her story. I couldn't
tell her I was a Peeping Tom, and had her getting fucked on tape. 

"That's all that happened?" 

"Yeah." 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah, of course." 

"I wish I could have seen that." 

"Are you one of those guys who wants to see his wife get it on with
another guy?" 

"No! I mean, maybe. I don't know what I mean. Come in bed. I want some of
what you were offering him. And tell me all about it again." 

Anyhow, there I was. I knew her story wasn't true, and lost the
opportunity to tell her I knew what happened. That was another big
screwup. 

But it may get worse.  

Next month I'm going to a major convention in my industry. Sam would like
to go - it's in Atlanta, a city we both like. But the problem is this.  

Sometimes late at night, I go down and watch the video I made. I copied
it onto the final hour of moviee I taped - there's a half hour of blank
tape between the end of the movie and my "Sam does Hilton Head" video, so
it's safe, and it makes me very horny.  

We came home from a party two nights ago, Sam had to drive, I had too
many  cocktails, way over my limit. 

But it didn't affect my sex drive, just my judgement. 

We went to bed, both too horny to sleep. The bad news is I was feeling
sexy, on the verge of perverted, thinking about Hilton Head, and it turns
out, so was Sam. 

"Remember, you said you'd have liked to have been there with me on Hilton
Head," Sam said. 

"Yeah, it's turned into a turn on for me, I'm ashamed to say." 

"Well, what would you want to do, just sit and watch?" 

It was the drink talking. 

"No, I want to be part of it next time." 

"You mean, a three some - two girls and you?" 

"No a three some, two guys and you." 

"Oh." 

Sam moved down in the bed, I could feel her breath on my belly. 

"Exactly what do you have in mind? I don't think I could satisfy two men
at the same time." 

"I didn't hear 'don't want to', just couldn't." 

"For the sake of the argument, honey, suppose I was willing. What is your
fantasy?" 

I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Sometimes I don't talk when I should,
others, like now, I do, when I shouldn't. 

"It has a couple of parts." 

I pushed her off me, onto her back. Moved along side her. Kissed her,
while my hand found its way to her cunt. "I'd like to kiss you, like
this, and have you kiss me, like you are doing, and I'd like the other
guy to have his cock poised right at the lips of your vagina, like my
fingers are, now, and I'd like him to start going into you, like my
fingers are now, while I'm kissing you, because I want to know if I could
tell, from kissing you, just when someone else's cock is going in for the
first time."  

Sam began heaving against my fingers, I felt her dilate, get wetter, and
she came - in seconds. 

"Oh, you are an evil man" she said later, after we both calmed down. 

I felt her fingers, and her breath, again, working on my body. 

"What are the other parts?" 

I rolled her on her back, and half sat up in bed. I pulled the covers off
both of us. "Get on your back. That's good, now sit with your head
against my belly. 

"Good. Now spread your legs a little, knees up a bit. 

"That looks just like I imagined it. 

"I'd like to sit here like this, with you, like this, while the other guy
moves up between your legs. I'd like you to open them a little wider,
just like - that -, and rotate your pelvis up, just like you are doing
now, and we'd both watch while his cock sinks into your cunt."   Sam
started quivering, rolled me onto her. "Fuck me!" 

I did. She came, again.  

Afterwards: "You have an exquisitely dirty mind, sir." 

A little later still.. . 

"What  else?" she asked. 

I thought I was physically spent, but the boose and boner once again
responded. 

"Not too exciting. I think the classic three some has one guy - that
would be me - on my back, like this." 

"Yeah?" 

"You'd be kneeling at the foot of the bed, sort of - yes, just like
that." 

Yeah?" 

"And sucking me off, while the other guy does you doggy style." 

She sucked, but not for long, before I moved behind her. I reached
around, and she sucked my fingers while I fucked her from behind. 

It didn't take long before we both exploded again that night. 

Later she asked "Anything else?" 

"No". 

"What about, you know. . .?" 

"What?" 

"Well, one cock in my cunt, and the other in my, uh. ." 

"Ass?" 

"Yes. You know, sometimes when we're screwing, get get a finger in there,
too, and you said you can feel your cock. Maybe you'd feel someone
else's. . .  " 

It was provoctative enough for us to have sex again. 

I went to work early the next day, that was yesterday, before Sam was out
of the shower. I was a bit hung over, and upset all day, over the night
before. 

Last night we met for dinner at a favorite restaurant. 

"Sam, I was out of line last night. I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. It was really exciting for me." 

"Well, it was just the drink talking." 

"Honey, sometimes we all get these weird urges. That's ok. In fact, I
have one." 

"You have two choices. Tell me now, or show me later." 

"I'm not ready to show you. I may not have the nerve to tell you. Oh,
what the hell. Since you were so understanding about how upset I was
about my birthday, and you let me - well, you know - I want to do
something special for you." 

"Sam, you don't have to do anything." 

"I want to. I want to go to your convention.  

"And, I want to find a guy there who will let me act out all of our
fantasies  for us. There, I said it. Now you don't say another word. Just
think about my offer for a while, ok?" 

"Sam, I. . ." 

"Not another word for a while. I mean it. And, I think it's a real turn
on." 

That was yesterday. The convention's next month, 

What the hell do I do now? 

Tell her I know what happened at Hilton Head? 

Tell her I made up the story about the three some? 

I really don't want the three some to happen, but if she's there, and we
get excited, it could.

What the hell should I do? 

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