They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery.  I hope the
anonymous author of "Pimping My Wife" agrees, because I've taken that tale
and added another chapter.  My sincerest apologies if that gives offense.
-Victor

   Pimping My Wife 2



   While we fucked the next Friday night, I could tell that Claire was
remembering being whored for three bucks to the black homeless man the
weekend before.  My clue?

   "Oh, baby, fuck my ass and piss in me like Bo did."

   It was a whisper, because of the kids.  She was on top at the time.  My
cock leapt at the memory.  I pulled her by her heavy tits until her face
was close to mine.  I bit her ear and muttered back.  "Sure thing, hon - on
one condition."

   "Anything," she purred, rolling off me, grabbing me by the cock and
rubbing it against the opening of her back door.

   "Tomorrow night I put you out on the streets."

   She shuddered all over as I slid my pussy slickened pole into her.  "You
want other guys to fuck me for money?" she panted, wiggling her firm butt.

   "Yeah.  I want to watch you prance around with other whores and flash
your tits and pick somebody up and fuck him in a cheap motel room."

   She groaned and humped me even harder.  "How much?  How much do I charge
him?"

   I slammed into her just as wildly.  "Doesn't matter," I grunted. 
"Fifty. Twenty-five.  Whatever he'll pay."

   We got pretty wild.  Her hands were as busy in her cunt as my dick was
in her ass.  She squealed into the pillow and came as I shot my load inside
her.  Twitching, she stayed as still as she could while I shrank in her
tight hole.  When I started pissing in her, she convulsed and came again. I
had to clamp my hand over her mouth to quiet her raw scream.

   After she'd taken a few minutes to recover, she held her hand tight over
her leaky ass as she strutted sexily to empty herself.  Over her shoulder
she shot me a hot look before vanishing into the bathroom.

   Back in my arms, we plotted the how-to's of the next night's adventure
until we both fell asleep.



   For the sake of the kids, we had to make it look like our regular
Saturday night date.  We both dressed casually, as usual, got the
babysitter squared away, and said our farewells, promising to be back by
midnight.  The only differences were that Claire already sported long red
nails and, in the trunk of the car was a suitcase laden with special props.


   I'd targeted an area we'd visited before.  The street was lined with XXX
theaters, bookstores, and bars.  Toward one end was where the ladies of the
evening tended to congregate.  There were a couple of fleabag hotels that
rented rooms by the hour.  I parked across from one, and, suitcase in hand,
we booked a room, conscious of the hooded, measuring glances of the whores
and johns passing through the lobby.

   Under her tee shirt, Claire's nipples were already clearly visible,
despite her bra.  She'd confessed on the drive that she'd been wet all day
just thinking about it, and on the walk up the stairs, I saw that the
crotch of her jeans was damp.  When I pressed my hand between her legs, she
had to grab the handrail when he knees buckled with a small orgasm.

   The room was dingy but cleaner than we expected.  The double bed had
obviously seen a lot more activity than it was designed for, but the sheets
were fresh, if stained.  We'd splurged and gotten one with a private
bathroom.  I tossed the suitcase on the bed and fended off Claire's dire
need to be immediately fucked.

   "Not yet, whore.  Strip and get into your working clothes."

   She gave me a pure, wanton look and made a show out of peeling away her
shirt, bra and jeans.  I admired her body.  Bearing our two kids had filled
out her hips and enlarged her tits slightly, but she was still a hell of a
foxy lady.  She stared lewdly at the swollen cock inside my pants, licked
her lips like a porno princess and opened the suitcase.

   Her reverse strip was quite a production, too.  The totally red outfit
was trite and stereotypic, but incredibly effective.  Garter belt, fishnet
hose, five inch heels and flesh-like minidress - nothing beneath to get in
the way.  With each garment she added, she put on an attitude that was a
little more crude and cheap.

   Finally, smoothing the dress over her firm ass, using my eyes as a
mirror, she grinned mockingly.  "Slutty enough, pimp?  Think anybody'll
want to fuck your whore?"

   I slowly bared my iron-hard dick for her.  I stroked it casually.  "They
will by the time you're though."

   "I feel so fucking nasty," she said in a throaty voice.  She tore her
eyes off my member and picked up her makeup bag.  I followed her to the
bathroom.  As she bent over the stained sink toward the mirror, I slid my
palm over her stockings, above the garters and up her inner thighs.  Her
pussy was leaking like a faucet.

   "What a slut," I told her, teasing her cunt lips as she started working
on her face.  "You were born to be a whore, baby.  With your face and body
and as much as you like to fuck, we should have done this years ago."

   She whimpered and steadied the mascara brush.  "I'm so fucking hot I'm
ready to explode.  Rub my clit, you bastard.  Make me cum like a bitch
while I paint my face."

   I pushed her legs apart, raised the skirt over her ass.  "No.  Bend over
more.  I'm going to fuck that sleazy slit.  I'm going to grease it with cum
so it'll be ready for the next one."

   I did her slow and easy so she wouldn't mess up her work.  She had to
pause twice as she was wracked with orgasms.  I exploded inside her just as
she finished coating her passion-thick lips with bright red long-wear
lipstick.  Before I let her straighten up, I used a cum coated finger to
probe her asshole.  "In case he wants to fuck you there," I explained.

   I barely managed to keep my hands off her as she smoothed her dress over
her tits and ass and announced she was ready.  As per our plan, I went
downstairs first, and lingered outside the lobby to watch her emerge.  As
she swayed past, she gave me the same sweltering, appraising look she was
going to bestow on every cock that cruised by.

   I returned to our strategically parked car while she slowly pranced up
the block toward a pair of women dressed about like she was.  They eyed her
with open hostility.  She said something that made them laugh.  Ten seconds
later, they were chatting like they'd been working the same street corner
for weeks.  Seeing my Claire posed lewdly, on public display,
indistinguishable from any other whore on the street made me dizzy with
lust.  When one of her new friends offered her a cigarette - something she
abhorred - and she accepted, sucking the tobacco like it was a baby prick,
I couldn't resist pulling my cock from hiding and gently rubbing it.

   A car slowed as it turned the corner, and rolled to a gentle halt in
front of the trio.  All three struck even more obvious poses, bending low
to both peer in the window and show off their tits.  This was ten times
better than the weekend before with Bo!  There was my wild wife, smiling
with searing red lips as she eagerly offered her body to some invisible
stranger.  My heart dropped as the john selected the buxom, sleazy redhead
instead of Claire.  Well, I reasoned, the night was young.

   Her next chance proved more fortunate - although not the way we'd
planned.  A burly man in this mid-thirties exited a bar a couple of minutes
later and crossed the street toward Claire and her companion.

   Again they displayed themselves like the sluts they were.  After a brief
exchange, Claire stepped on her cigarette, locked arms with the guy and
headed in my direction.  I was on the verge of bolting for the room and the
hiding place in the tiny closet, when Claire steered him into the mouth of
the alley splitting the block.

   Astonished and a little worried, I strained my eyes and peered into the
dimness.  I was barely able to see her grope the guy's groin as she
accepted his money.  Then, without preamble, she sank to a squatting
position, unzipped him, and swallowed his hard-on.  I could see his hands
tangled in her blonde curls as he energetically fucked her face.

   My hand was at work in my lap.  I had to make myself stop.  I imagined I
could hear my wife's trick's animal grunting and her muffled moans.  I
didn't have to imagine how she was fingering her trimmed cunt - I could see
her hand working under her raised skirt.

   It was over far too soon.  Maybe a minute and a half after she'd
swallowed his prick, he arched and stiffly shot off down her throat. 
Fifteen seconds later, he was zipping up as he hurried away.  Claire took a
little longer to finish herself off, all the while staring hungrily toward
where I sat.  She struggled to her feet after her orgasm and tugged her
dress into place.  She looked every bit the slut she was as she sexily
pranced from the alley.  She paused under a streetlight so I'd have a good
view as she lazily repaired her smeared lips.  Her nipples looked like
boulders inside the tight red dress.

   Back on station, I saw her trade part of her money for a second
cigarette.  It seemed she'd worked out a financial arrangement for sharing
the corner with the other whores.  There was one near miss, then the
redheaded hooker returned, smiling.  A honk and a wave from across the
street sent the cunt who hadn't yet seen any action scurrying to work.

   Finally, Claire got her second chance.  This time, she slowed her john
enough to give me time to bolt inside and hide.  The reality I witnessed,
huddled in the cramped closet, was far better than any of the kinky shit
we'd ever pulled.

   I heard her laugh throatily as she opened the door.  "Of course, baby.
I'll do you any way you want."

   "How much?" Her pick-up sounded nervous.

   "Forty."

   "If I want you to . . ." his voice cracked, " . . .  to treat me like
I'm a . . .  a girl?"

   I could see them through the crack of the unlatched closet door by then.
He was very young and slim.  She smiled sweetly at him and sat on the edge
of the bed, crossing her legs, displaying her red garters.  Her shoulders
were pulled back to show off her tits.  "Ten more.  Twenty if you want to
wear my clothes."

   "No," he said, trying to smile back.  "That won't be necessary."

   She licked her slick ruby lips.  "So strip, bitch, and let me see what
you've got."

   The young man nervously unbuttoned his shirt and coyly revealed the lacy
blue brassiere he wore beneath it.  Under his slacks were a matching garter
belt and high cut panties.  His sizable cock strained against the filmy
silk as he dropped trou and posed in his sheer hose.  His legs were cleanly
shaven and pretty shapely.

   Claire looked hypnotized by the sight.  I was pretty sure she'd
forgotten all about me for the moment.  "Lay down beside me, slut.  Let me
feel your silky skin."

   He did, with practiced feminine grace.  His voice was as girlish as his
lingerie.  "Will you make me up?  Please?"

   My wife's chest was heaving.  She ran long red nails over her trick's
hose.  "Pay me first, baby," she murmurred in a voice as thick as her
scarlet lips.  When he rolled to fetch his wallet, Claire looked my way
with glazed eyes and slowly spread her legs.  Her nude pussy gaped wetly
beneath the dress, the way it usually did only after she'd been thoroughly
fucked.  My sweet slut was on fire!

   Money in hand, she cleared her mind enough to straddle her customer's
reclining body.  His eyes, as she spread thick makeup over his smooth face,
was on the gaping cunt displayed for his benefit.  He fondled it with
delicate fingers while his lashes received mascara.  She came for him
before making his lips bloom the same slutty shade as hers.

   "I'm going to fuck your brains out now, bitch," she growled down at him,
sliding back so she could push his panties down and tease her cunt lips
with his swollen rod.  "I'm going to push my cock so far inside you it'll
come out your mouth." So saying, she pushed his legs wide and squatted atop
him.

   His scarlet lips rounded in a wide, shocked "Oh," as she raised herself
and slid him easily between her puffy lower lips.  Arching her back, she
rode him slowly, lasciviously, while he squealed in girlish joy.  Needing
more depth, Claire repositioned herself, laying on him like he was the
woman of his dreams and humping with incresing force.

   "Don't you wish you had a fat dick in that sleazy red mouth, whore?" she
grunted.  "I bet you've always dreamed about getting fucked by two men,
haven't you?  Getting a load of cum in your pussy and throat at the same
time."

   His squall was pure affirmation.  He urgently wrapped his silky legs
around her waist and humped upwards.

   "Another twenty and you can have your fantasy," she purred, licking his
mouth with a quick tongue.  "You want it, slut.  I know you do.  Just nod.
You can pay us later."

   Us.  His mouth.  The import of her words seeped through my lust, sped
the action of my fist on my meat.  I barely saw his wild nod.

   "Get your ass out here, baby," she laughed.  "This slut can't wait much
longer."

   Despite the fact that I'd never even dreamed of letting another man suck
me off, I was beside the bed in an instant.  The poor kid looked shocked to
find his fantasy instantaneously become so real, but he was in neither a
position or state of mind to object.  I swear to God, he didn't once glance
at my face.  All he saw was the long thick dick hanging over his wildly
made up visage.

   Claire took immediate charge of the situation, grabbing my cock and
holding it to her lips, licking down from head to balls.  On the return
trip, she lowered her head until my aching erection was in contact with
both their mouths.  They kissed with my cock between them, smearing it with
red from both sides simultaneously.

   He was a quick study.  My wife coached him, but I guess it's true - a
man naturally knows how to please another man.  Claire, expert - no,
*professional* - cock sucker that she is, doesn't do one bit better job
than this virgin-lipped kid.  My wife pushed me around until I was on the
bed above him, and on his first try the lad angled his head back and made
space for my entire dick in his throat.  His eyes were closed in bliss as
his ruby lips locked around the base of my pole and literally sucked the
cum out of me.

   Claire howled and bounced at exactly the same time I did.  She lurched
forward and clamped her mouth to mine, squeezing her nipples hard between
her long red nails.  I could see her cunt lips writhing around the dick
spewing inside her.  She kissed me and rode him until he was soft.  He was
still sucking and cooing around my limp prick, which was threatening to
grow again.

   She tore herself away from me, then forced his treasure from his mouth.
"That's it, bitch - unless you're willing to drop another seventy bucks and
get your ass fucked."

   Her harsh words jolted him from his trance.  She rolled to one side, and
he leapt for his discarded clothing.  Almost before I collapsed beside her,
he was in his slacks and out the door, holding his shirt closed to hide his
bra.

   She giggled, glued herself against me.  "Wait'll he realizes he's still
wearing makeup." Her hand fed my thoroughly lipsticked dick between her
legs.  Lubed by another man's fresh spunk, she was still marvelously tight.


   She groaned, starting to piston her hips, "I loved watching you fuck his
face." She grinned wickedly at me.  "Now you're a whore, too, honey."

   "Wrong," I announced.  "You forgot to collect the last twenty, my hot
little cunt," I said, teasing her parted red lips with mine while I found
her clit with two fingers.

   Claire bucked wildly.  "Damn," she whimpered.  "My pimp is really going
to be pissed.  I'm such a dumb fucking whore.  He'll probably put me back
on the street and make me fuck guys 'til dawn."

   "Maybe he will at that," I grunted, driving into her to the hilt.  I
didn't.  I had other things in mind for my wonderful whore.  But that's
another story.