The Price is Always Right

The schedule on Sophie’s computer showed just one more patient before she could go home for the evening. She sighed, looking forward to the end of the work day. She had a few minutes before the appointment, and she thought back over the last few years.

Sophie had married her college sweetheart, James, two years earlier. James was the man of her dreams and had seemed too good to be true initially. He was handsome, intelligent, kind, and adored her in a way that made all of Sophie’s friends swoon over him. They had a small wedding in a picturesque local church and had settled into a comfortable life together. James taught math at the local high school and, for the last few years, had also helped coach the cross-country team. He had been her rock while she went through the stress of graduate school, and she loved being able to help contribute with her new salary.

Since she had finished school four months earlier, she had been working as a physical therapist and had gotten lucky with her first professional job. It paid well, and she had been given her clinic by the company she had signed on with.

The clinic had a small waiting room with a front desk to check people in and a more extensive back room serving as a state-of-the-art gym. The company gave her input on the equipment she wanted and provided everything she needed to help rehabilitate her patients. She even had an office off the gym where she could write notes and do administrative tasks. It had been hard running her clinic at first, but she had been steadily building up her practice over the last few months and now had a full schedule most days of the week.

She looked at the clock on the wall. As much as she liked her work, she had always been a homebody and loved nothing more than curling up on the couch with a good book or something to watch. Sophie imagined this started because her ****** was incredibly close growing up, and she and her younger sister had always been inseparable. James was content at home with her, but he was the more adventurous of them. Part of why she had fallen in love with him in college was because of that side of him.

On their first date, he had dragged her onto the dance floor and had made a habit of it ever since. She had initially been a little self-conscious about dancing, but she had to admit that she had gotten pretty good over the years. Nothing got James revved up quite like dancing together in public. After having a few drinks, he had once admitted that he loved knowing that every man in the room wanted her but that she was all his.

They had an active sex life, and both made efforts to stay in shape as well. Sophie worked out almost every weekday and was now taking advantage of having her own personal gym most days.

A man who looked to be in his mid-60s with greying hair walked through the door into the gym area of the clinic. She knew he must be the patient she was waiting on. Her first impression of him was that he was imposing. He must have been near six and a half feet tall with broad shoulders. He looked like a former athlete well past his prime. She was familiar with the type. He had a muscular frame with a belly hanging over his belt that had undoubtedly accumulated over the years since he stopped playing competitive sports. He wore a nice suit well-tailored for his body type and carried a leather gym bag. He walked across the gym in her direction.

“They told me to come on back. You must be Sophie. It's a pleasure to meet you. I’m Richard,” the man said with a smile and extended his large hand to her.

“Nice to meet you as well,” she replied, taking his hand. She noted he held on for a beat longer than was comfortable, and his eyes went down her and back up before he let go. “If you brought a change of clothes, you can go ahead and change, then we can get started,” she told him.

“Be right back,” he patted his gym bag and went to the restroom to change.

A few minutes later, he returned in athletic attire and crossed the room to join her.

“So, when you made the appointment, you said your left knee was bothering you. Is that correct?” Sophie asked.

“Yeah, this damn knee has bothered me for years,” he said, gesturing to his left knee, “but it seems like any time I try to stretch the leg out now, it clicks or pops.”

She had him do several maneuvers and closely examined his knee. His knee popped with movement when she examined him.

“What sport did you play? Football?” Sophie asked him, trying to maintain a conversation as she continued to examine him.

“Good guess, sweetheart,” he said with a big smile. “I played center in college but didn’t quite cut it in the pros.” She noticed his eyes stole a glance down at her chest before returning to her eyes.

Sophie didn’t react to being called sweetheart. Despite having a doctorate, she was used to being called things like that by the occasional man. “I see a lot of people who have injuries or pain from playing sports. It’s really common. After a while, you get pretty good at telling what people were likely to play,” she answered him professionally.

She had him stretch and then move onto a piece of equipment to work on strengthening the muscles around his knee. The entire time she explained the exercise and what to do, his eyes seemed to wander her body. She had always attracted a lot of attention from men, but Sophie didn’t like how this man looked at her.

She knew men considered her attractive, and Sophie had to admit she liked the way she looked. Her golden blonde hair fell to her midback, though she usually kept it in a ponytail for convenience. Her bright green eyes gave her a striking appearance and were framed by her high cheekbones and full lips. Her slender body was toned and firm from regular exercise, making her C-cup breasts appear more impressive. She even still had a light natural tan from her and James’ last trip to the beach a month earlier. At work, Sophie wore form-fitting scrubs that hugged her hips and showed off her slim figure.

Lots of men stole a look at her here or there, but Richard looked at her like a starving animal looking at a piece of meat. Ravenously. The fact that he was older than her father just made her feel that much more gross.

“You’re a stunning woman,” he told her out of the blue as his eyes devoured her.

She felt the blood rush to her face and chest. “Uh, thanks,” she said awkwardly, uncomfortable with how brazen he was being with both his comments and looks.

“I thought when I came in today, I would get an old man like myself. I had no idea I would have a woman like you taking care of me, but you sure made it easier on the eyes,” he continued.

“Let’s move to another machine, and I’ll show you the next exercise,” she said, attempting to change the subject.

Richard got settled on the next machine while she explained what to do.

“So just extend your leg,” she said, “let me know how that weight is.”

“Not bad. I can feel it around the knee, though,” he answered, seemingly focused on her as much as the therapy.

Sophie leaned forward to adjust the weight on the machine he was using. As she finished, she looked up and noticed he was staring down the front of her shirt. She was wearing a sports bra, but he no doubt had a decent view of her cleavage. She quickly stood upright and pretended she didn’t notice that he had been looking that blatantly.

“Mmm, damn,” Richard said with a big grin on his face, not hiding at all that he enjoyed what he saw. “You are a heck of a woman.”

Sophie blushed, unable to pretend she was ******* of what he was talking about. She was horrified at being objectified this way and didn’t know what to say, so she stood frozen for a moment until she could speak.

“Sorry, uh, excuse me,” Sophie quickly excused herself and rushed to her office. She stepped out of view and pressed her back up against the wall, trying to regain her composure, but she could feel her anger building. After a few moments, she was able to center herself and get her anger under control. She told herself that she had to remain professional, but she wouldn’t let him make any more comments like that. She exited the office after a few moments and focused on finishing the session.

“Let’s move over to the treadmill,” she said, moving on from the exercise and his wildly inappropriate comment.

She managed to avoid any more opportunities for him to make comments by putting him to work and returning to her office for a few minutes. To her relief, time was up very quickly. She briefly gave Richard a rundown of what she wanted him to do at home until their next therapy session and ushered him out of the door.

He turned to her on his way out, “It was truly a pleasure today. I look forward to seeing you next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out.

Sophie watched him through the window as he walked to his truck and left the parking lot. She said goodbye to the girl covering the front desk and gathered her things to leave for the afternoon.

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James hopped up the steps of the small, 3-bedroom home he shared with his wife. It was located in a quiet neighborhood just north of the city center, and they had been pleased with what they had gotten with their first home. He slid his key into the lock, unlocked the door, and let himself inside. The sitting room on the first floor and the connected kitchen were empty, but he knew his wife was home.

“Soph, you upstairs?” he called into the bedroom but didn’t get an answer. He heard the scraping of claws on the stairs coming from the basement.

Lucy, a 5-year-old female labradoodle, bounded around the corner and nearly knocked him down. This was the ritual they went through every day when he got home from work. She sprinted to him when she heard him come through the door as though she thought he would never return.

“Where’s Soph? Huh?” he rubbed the dog behind the ears as it tried to lick his hand and circled between his legs. “Is she downstairs?” he asked. “Show me!” he told Lucy, following the dog as she turned to run back down the steps into the finished basement.

James stepped off the last step and looked for his wife on the couch in her typical spot. She was in the corner of their sectional sofa, curled under a blanket, watching one of her comfort shows. He walked over to her and sat down beside her.

“Assumed the position already?” he joked, as it was barely five in the afternoon. She was still in her work scrubs and hadn’t even taken the time to change before she came to lay on the couch.

“Yeah,” Sophie said, a bit flatter than James expected. She could be hard to read and had her fair share of fluctuating moods, but this was unusual for her.

She hadn’t taken her eyes off of the TV. James had hoped to take Lucy out to the local dog park, but it looked a lot more like cuddling on the couch would be the main activity for the evening.

“Everything okay?” he asked. He was confident this wasn’t related to him, but he could never be too sure.

“Yeah, just a long day,” she said, the short answer telling James to leave it alone.

He went upstairs and spent the next few minutes throwing together a quick dinner with some of the leftovers from the night before. On his return to the basement, little had changed. He brought Sophie a plate of food, and she sat up to eat. They ate in a relatively comfortable silence.

“Why are guys such creeps?” his wife asked him suddenly. James raised his eyebrows.

“Did something happen at work?” he asked with concern, feeling himself sitting up more rigidly.

Sophie paused momentarily, seemingly trying to decide how to tell whatever story she was about to delve into. She didn’t seem upset enough to make James overly worried, but he also didn’t like the thought of his wife dealing with creeps.

“So, there’s this new patient I saw today, an older guy. He played football for State. He seemed nice enough at first, but sometimes men are just creeps, you know?” she said, not looking for anything from her husband but affirmation.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that today, Soph,” James said, putting a hand on her head and stroking her blonde hair gently. “Did he do anything in particular?” he asked, trying to get her to open up.

“He just kept staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable,” she explained. “Like he was picturing me naked the whole time.”

James imagined the man watching his wife, thinking about her that way. A wave of anger went through him, and something else that he didn’t quite understand.

“Guys are the worst sometimes,” James agreed while shaking his head, “want me to fight him for you?”

Sophie looked up at him, startling green eyes as beautiful as ever. “I love you so much, but this guy is pretty big,” she said teasingly.

“Oh, you don’t think I could take him?” James leaned into the joke.

“I’m just saying, he briefly played in the pros,” she added.

James ran his fingers up her blanket-covered leg. “Well, I am more of a lover than a fighter,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her along her neck.

“Mmmm,” she moaned softly as she leaned back to give him better access to her neck. James’ hands started roaming her body under the blanket, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind off of this guy picturing her naked during their therapy session.

“When is that guy coming back to see you?” he asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.

“Tuesday, but don’t make me think about Richard anymore tonight,” she said, opening her eyes, annoyed.

James felt his cock twitch at the thought of the man, Richard, looking at his wife with desire. He felt ashamed immediately and did his best to put it out of his mind.

He ran his hand under her back and pulled her shirt out of her scrub pants so he could get his hands under her clothes. She found his lips with hers and kissed him deeply while their bodies moved closer together on the couch. He pulled her shirt over her head, and she lifted her arms to make it easier. Her incredible breasts were snuggly held in place by the sports bra she had on underneath.

His hands were all over her as he continued to kiss her passionately. He squeezed her breast through the bra with his hand and then pulled the bra up so that her breasts sprung free. He pulled his mouth from hers and pushed her back so he could move his mouth down to her breasts, gently kissing between them and then over the nipples. He gently took one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

“Mmmm,” she let out a soft moan. His lips continued to explore her breasts until she pulled his face back to hers for another kiss. He ran his hands down her back and into her pants, squeezing her butt.

He could feel Sophie’s excitement building and decided it was time. He sat up and helped Sophie move onto her back. He pulled her pants and panties off in one motion before quickly taking off his clothes and climbing onto his wife.

With one hand, he guided his cock and pressed himself into her with ease. She was wet and ready, and the sensation of her warm pussy gripping him tightly was intense. He pushed in and then slowly pulled back, giving her a moment to get used to the sensation. He then gradually increased the rhythm until he got to a steady pace. With each of his thrusts, she made soft mews that let him know she was enjoying it. He kissed her again while their hips ground together.

James focused on his breathing while continuing his pace. Sophie always felt so good that if he wasn’t careful, she could make him cum very quickly. He wasn’t in the mood to be done quickly tonight.

He looked down at his wife beneath him and thought about the other man, Richard, watching his wife. He felt his cock twitch and had to slow down briefly to stop himself from cumming before Sophie had an orgasm.

The noises from his wife continued while he focused on maintaining control. After a few minutes, he could tell what he was doing was working for her. Sophie could reach an orgasm most of the time without too much effort.

Sophie’s breathing picked up, and he knew she was close. He worked to try to time his release with hers as he continued his consistent strokes.

“Tell me when you cum,” James whispered into her ear as he continued his thrusting. He again thought of Richard. He imagined the older man watching Sophie’s incredible body, knowing he couldn’t have it and how much that must tease him. He wondered if the man had gone home and jacked off thinking about Sophie. He would bet money that he had.

The tingling in James’ balls was building rapidly as he thought about Richard and his wife. He imagined his wife alone with him, the man moving closer to her, within arm’s reach. James was losing control, but then he felt his wife start her orgasm.

“Now,” she said between panting breaths.

The tightening of her pussy around his cock put him over the edge. A few seconds later and they came together with her heavy breaths and his cock emptying deep inside of her. He felt several spurts shoot out, and it felt like a significantly larger load than usual.

“That was great,” James told her as he rested, still connected to her.

“Mhmm, you always say that,” she smiled at him, her eyes still closed.

“It’s even better now that we’re not using condoms,” he said, referencing their recent decision to start trying to start a ******. She had her IUD removed the year prior, and they had been using condoms until they were ready to start trying. Now that Sophie was out of school and had a great job, they had decided it was time.

James wasn’t lying. She felt so much better without a condom. He had missed that feeling.

“You think you did a good enough job tonight to get me pregnant? It sure felt like a lot,” she said, kissing him passionately.

James was a little embarrassed that thinking about the older man and his wife had turned him on so much. “I hope so,” James said, putting the thoughts of Richard out of his mind with his new post-sex clarity. “You’re going to make an amazing mother.”

“You don’t know that,” she answered. He looked at his wife and the future mother of his children. She looked radiant below him, her golden hair spread out around her.

“You will. There’s a reason I adore you,” he told her, confident that he was right.

“I love you too,” she said, looking as happy as he had ever seen her and the day's frustrations forgotten.

They got cleaned up, and James fell asleep holding his wife, her head snuggled against his chest.

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James woke up and made a pot of coffee. It had been a week since he and Sophie had discussed the patient that had made her so uncomfortable. Richard, he remembered. Since their first conversation, he had thought about it often, but they hadn’t discussed it again. He knew that today was the day she would be seeing him for his next appointment.

He watched his wife as she leaned over the sink toward the mirror to finish her makeup. James did his best to look at her like it was the first time he had seen her. She was wearing navy blue scrubs that fit well. His eyes followed them up to her thigh gap, and then the material stretched across her shapely ass. He imagined Richard seeing this view as she reached for something. Would he have wondered what panties Sophie was wearing? Would he have imagined what her pussy would look like from behind? Would he have thought about taking her in that position? He moved his eyes up from her ass to her slender waist. It was accentuated where her scrub top was tucked into her pants, giving her a more pronounced hourglass appearance.

He had been having trouble understanding how the situation was making him feel. It was part anxiety but also excitement. He knew that other men found his wife incredibly attractive, and he had always loved that he had, in his opinion, married well above his looks. This was different, though. In the past, he had just enjoyed how attractive she was and that she was his to enjoy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Richard and his wife alone. An image filled his mind of the man approaching his wife from behind as she leaned over the sink.

James suddenly realized how hard his dick was. What the fuck is wrong with me? He reprimanded himself as a wave of guilt hit him. He shouldn’t be thinking about this other man looking at his wife and objectifying her, much less thinking about him touching her. He felt anger come back, but this time, it was at himself for having these thoughts.

He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water as he grappled with his thoughts. He had never been the jealous type in the past, but he had also never been one with any fantasies about his wife with other men.

He took out his phone and went to the internet. He typed into the search bar “fantasies about wife with other men” and ran the search. The screen immediately filled with links to men asking why they were having these fantasies and articles about how common it is.

James scrolled through the first page, stunned by the number of results. He opened an article about the psychology of fantasy and read in silence. Wife sharing. Cuckolding. Do people do this in real life? He wondered. He had always imagined that this was exaggerated in movies and TV. He had believed, in real life, things like swinging parties were exceptionally rare or never happened at all. Now he realized he may have been naïve to think this wasn’t more common.

So far, he had primarily been thinking about Richard's lust for Sophie, but he hadn’t considered her doing anything with him. Reading through the article had him imagining things he shouldn’t be.

The article suggested several potential reasons for the popularity of the fantasy. As he continued to read, he was forced to guiltily admit that several were playing a part in his daydreams.

A section covered how the taboo nature of watching one’s wife with someone else was a significant contributor. It was taboo, he thought. His wife was the epitome of classy, and the idea of another man lusting for her had been driving him crazy for a week. The idea of her being with a man other than her husband would be beyond shocking to even their most open-minded friends. The idea of her being with a man in his 60s wasn’t even fathomable.

The article also talked about the husband's desire to see his wife lose herself to lust. While he and Sophie had always had a great sex life, she wasn’t one to lose herself in desire. She was always firmly in control and thinking clearly, even in the throes of passion. Sure, he would love for Sophie to be more sexual, but with another man? To be driven by lust with a stranger or with Richard seemed honestly impossible.

He felt his cock stiffen, again betraying how turned on he was by the very idea.

He went back and read through posts by men who seemed to be struggling with similar feelings. They talked about their fantasies and how they had adapted. Several of them spoke about how much it had helped their sex lives with their wives as they played with the idea of sharing without actually going through with anything more.

That intrigued James. Despite how much it turned him on, he didn’t think he truly wanted to see her with another man, and he was frightened by what that would do to their relationship.

How would she react to him sharing any of these thoughts?

She would probably think he was a pervert or insane. She hadn’t been thrilled with her first interaction with Richard the week before, and he was afraid she would judge him for how he felt about it.

He thought for a few more minutes and walked back to the bathroom. He came up behind his wife and put a hand on her lower back.

“James, I’m already late,” she said as she continued to do her makeup.

“You can be a little late, right?” he asked, “I didn’t get enough of you last night.”

She smiled and looked over at him without stopping what she was doing. “Do you ever?” she asked with a laugh.

“No, I don’t,” he said and gave his wife’s bottom a gentle pat and left his hand on her butt. “Is today the day that guy comes back for an appointment?” he asked, trying to sound as if he hadn’t been thinking about it all week.

“Don’t remind me. I’m already dreading it,” she said, annoyed.

“I mean, can you blame him? Look at you,” he said and gave her a little squeeze.

“Yeah, the guy was a creep, and he’s just going to be picturing me naked the whole time I’m trying to work,” she said, frustration in her voice.

“You think he’s picturing you naked?” James asked, a lump in his throat as they got directly to what he had been thinking about a few minutes before.

She paused for a moment before starting back on getting ready. “Yeah, he doesn’t exactly try to hide it,” she answered.

James answered impulsively, his desire getting the best of him. “Think about how hard it has to be for him, though. A woman like you with a body like that. He probably thought about you all week,” he said with a laugh.

Sophie didn’t laugh but stopped doing her makeup and turned to her husband. She was looking at him suspiciously. “What are you doing, James?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he said, not acknowledging that she had caught onto him.

She held his gaze and seemed to be thinking carefully about how to proceed.

“You’re being weird about this. What’s going on?” she asked him.

“I, uh, well,” he stammered and felt himself get red.

Sophie looked concerned and encouraged him gently. “Tell me what’s going on.”

James felt sheepish. “Well, uh, I don’t know. I guess, well. I was just thinking about him and how he looked at you…” He trailed off.

She waited a few moments for him to continue, but it felt like his mouth was full of cotton. He willed himself to answer. “I just, uh, guess it just got me a little excited knowing how badly he, uh, seemed to want you when you’re all mine.” He admitted.

Though he had tried to say it in a way that wasn’t too overt, she seemed to get exactly what he meant. To say that Sophie looked surprised was an understatement.

“It turned you on that a creepy older guy leered at me at work?” she asked incredulously.

“No, uh, I mean,” James knew he had to backtrack some as this was precisely what he had been afraid of. “I just mean that I love, um, knowing that you’re mine.”

“James.” Her expression had softened after the initial surprise. “Be honest with me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Sophie.” He said exasperatedly, and it came pouring out. “Ever since you told me about that guy and how he looked at you, I just can’t get it out of my head.”

She looked at him with concern but gave him a minute to continue.

“There’s just something about it that drives me crazy. I don’t understand why, really, but I’ve been thinking about it all week.” He added, avoiding his wife’s eyes as he admitted it.

James could tell she was thinking so she could choose her words carefully.

“So, him watching me, picturing me naked while he’s with me?” She asked, clarifying what he was saying.

“Yeah,” he managed to get out.

She had an expression on her face now that he wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“What exactly do you want to happen?” she asked him. The question caught James off guard. He didn’t want to admit to his wife the extent of his thoughts about this. At least, not right now.

“Nothing, well, just maybe talking about when Richard, or anyone, looks at you or hits on you. Like how I love how men watch you when we go out dancing,” he said as convincingly as she could. She eyed him suspiciously, trying to tell if he was telling the truth.

Sophie sighed and seemed to relax. “Gosh, James! You had me stressed. I was waiting for you to say you wanted to start swinging or something like that!” she laughed.

“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, the tension significantly improving.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, drawing her attention. She glanced down at it and, seeing the time, immediately started hurrying to get her things together. “I’m going to be so late. We’ll talk later, okay?” She quickly kissed him goodbye and grabbed her purse before hurrying out the door.

James watched her pull out of the driveway before he got his things together to leave for work. He knew it would be a long day of anticipation, knowing Richard would be coming in to see his wife and knowing they would have to talk about this again tonight.

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Sophie felt like she had been on autopilot at work all day, thinking about her conversation with James nonstop. He had seemed so nervous and embarrassed but admitted that the older man watching her had been a turn-on for him. She didn’t understand at all, but she had tried her best not to seem judgmental once she had understood what he was trying to tell her. After all, he had been reluctant to admit it to her in the first place and seemed to be genuinely conflicted about it himself.

She had been thinking about it throughout the day, trying to understand. Was it just that competitive side of guys that knowing other guys coveted their wives was a turn-on? She was still unsure if James was telling her everything, but he had seemed earnest enough, and she had seen him be extra passionate after they went dancing in public.

Sophie loved her husband more than anything, and though they hadn’t talked today after she left for work, she knew he had to be antsy this afternoon. She thought for a moment.

She took her phone out and typed out a quick message to James.

“Richard is about to get here.” It read. It was small, but she meant it to pique his interest.

Her phone almost immediately buzzed with a text. She picked it back up to read it.

“Oh, okay,” was all he had sent back. She was sure he didn’t know what to say after the way this morning had gone. She realized she would have to be overt to get him to know she was trying to play along with his fantasy.

She typed out a response. “You think he’s going to picture me naked again today?” She smiled. It was a hint of a tease, but she also wanted him to know they were okay after the conversation that morning.

Dots appeared, showing that he was typing a response, but it took a minute before a message came.

“Yeah, I know he will. It’s probably going to be all he thinks about,” James had replied. She thought about her following response and decided to mess with him.

She typed out the message and hit send. “Should I give him a show?” with an emoji giving a wink.

She was sure that he would be surprised by her being so playful, but she wanted him to know that sharing his fantasies with her was safe.

His reply came immediately. “Are you serious?” She laughed, knowing she had gotten him so easily.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“Give him a show,” he told her. She smiled and thought of her next reply when a voice interrupted her thought.

“Good afternoon, Sophie,” it came from behind her. She turned and saw Richard was already dressed for their session. It was once again the last appointment of her day.

“Hey, Richard. One second, and we can get started,” she told him. She quickly texted to tell James he was here and then put her phone up.

They started going through a series of exercises for his knee to strengthen the muscles around it. Time passed quickly, and Richard was pleasant, though he continued to look at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. Halfway through their appointment, he hadn’t made any comments or done anything more egregious.

She wondered if James was right and that the man was picturing her naked when he looked at her. The hungry look in his eye was still there, that was for sure.

For the next exercise, she had to get a medicine ball from the other side of the gym, and she was acutely aware that she would have to bend over to pick it up. She could feel his eyes on her back as she walked across the room.

She bent over, grabbed the medicine ball, and brought it to Richard.

“How do you keep yourself in such good shape? Looks like you must do a lot of squats,” the older man said without shame or embarrassment. If there was any question before, now she knew he had been checking out her butt.

“Uh,” she started, her face blushing red, and added briefly, “Yeah, I work out with weights.” James was right, she thought. He’s thinking about me naked.

“It shows,” he said, “You have a hell of an ass. It takes a lot of work to have a body like that.”

The brazen comment about her butt left her speechless for a moment. A small part of her was flattered by the compliment, but the rest was mortified that the man thought he could about her like that.

She put on her sternest expression to answer him. “Look, Richard, I’m married, and professionally, this isn’t appropriate,” she said firmly.

He didn’t seem at all abashed. He just smiled back at her. “I’m sorry, I get carried away sometimes around gorgeous women, and you’re more than gorgeous,” he said, adding another unnecessary compliment.

“Thank you, but let's just try to keep it strictly professional, okay?” she asked.

“Well, okay. I’ll just say I’m envious of your husband and keep the rest of my thoughts to myself,” he said with a faint smile.

They finished the rest of their appointment without any issues, and she had to admit he was pretty pleasant.

She walked into her office after he left and checked her phone. She had three texts from James since she had told him about Richard’s arrival.

“What are you going to do?” Read the first message.

A few minutes later, he had sent another text. “This is torture.”

Finally, he had sent a third message just a few minutes earlier, “It’s just cruel to stop answering after that tease!”

She bit her lip, enjoying how easy it was to mess with her husband. She typed out a response, simple but meant to keep him guessing.

“That’s between me and Richard. I’m heading home from work,” and she hit send. She helped finish closing up for the evening and headed home.

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James drove over the speed limit the whole way home. He was anxious to hear about his wife’s day, particularly what happened with Richard after she had said she would give him a show. He quickly went through the front door and found his wife in the kitchen working on dinner. He studied his wife while she moved around the kitchen. She seemed her usual self.

“Hey, Soph, how was your day?” he asked, trying to act casual.

“It was good,” she answered, “don’t go far. Dinner is almost ready.” James had hoped she would volunteer more without him having to beg to know what had happened with Richard. He was dying to find out more after she had stopped replying.

He quickly washed up for dinner and joined her in helping set the table before they ate. They made some small talk, and he told her about the drama between a few of the middle school girls in his third hour. He watched her, waiting for her to break and tell him what he was so eager to hear about. However, she remained utterly inscrutable. They fell into silence for a minute as the conversation reached a natural pause.

“Fine, you win. Sophie, what happened with that guy, Richard? It’s killing me,” he admitted. She looked back at him and smiled mischievously.

“I thought you told me to give him a show? I just did what you asked,” she replied coyly, not letting on a thing.

“A show? What does that mean?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean, ‘What does that mean?’ You agreed you wanted me to give him a show!” she said with faux exasperation.

“Sophie, come on,” he begged.

“It’s your fantasy. So why don’t you tell me what you wanted me to do, and I’ll confirm if I made your fantasy a reality,” she said playfully.

“Sophie, I don’t even know where to start guessing,” he admitted and then decided to change his tactic. “Did you, you know, like push your breasts together?” He jokingly demonstrated what he meant with his arms squeezing together to make his chest stand out.

Sophie laughed hysterically, “No, but that’s good. I’ll have to save that one for the next time he comes in.” Her emerald green eyes were gorgeous when she was laughing.

“What’s that move from Legally Blonde?” he asked, again joking with his wife.

Sophie snorted. “The bend and snap? Correct. That was my go-to move to seduce him.” She continued snickering while he thought.

“I’ll give you a hint,” she started, “it started with the bend.” She said and locked eyes with him.

He nearly spit out the sip of his drink he had just taken. He had to cough several times to clear his airway. “…What?” James managed to ask after he recovered. “What does that mean?”

“Is it not a thing that guys like? Watching a woman bend over?” she asked innocently.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, I’m sure most guys do. But you said you started with that,” he answered. He searched her face for clues as to whether she was messing with him. He could feel the blood rushing into his cock as he pictured her bending over in front of Richard on purpose. Giving Richard the same view James had of her over the bathroom sink that morning.

“Well, yeah, I don’t think that by itself is much of a show,” she said while picking at some leftover asparagus on her plate.

He sat thinking about what else she could have done while Sophie got up to do the dishes.

He walked up behind her while she was at the sink and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tight. His erection was pressed against her butt firmly.

“Mmm, is that thing just from hearing about Richard and me?” she asked.

Rather than answer, he ran his hands over her hips. He untied the drawstring on her scrub pants to loosen them.

“Aggressive,” Sophie laughed, trying to finish the dishes while he worked on getting her to forget about them. His fingertips made their way under the edge of her pants and slid inside. He felt along her hip bones and over the lace of her thong along them.

Sophie leaned her head back against James’ chest, enjoying the attention. “Do you think Richard liked that pair?” she asked him.

“Your butt does look fantastic in these pants,” he answered her as he continued to enjoy access to her body.

“No, silly, not the pants,” she said. James’ heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? She couldn’t mean that, could she?

His mouth was dry as he choked out the question, “What? Do you mean..?”

“My panties. Do you think that Richard liked them?” She asked much more directly. James was floored. Was she being serious? Surely, she wouldn’t have shown Richard her panties. She must have just been messing with him.

“How, uh, how did he see them?” he asked, trying to see if she was messing with him or if this was for real.

“When I bent over, I made sure he got a glimpse of them,” she said and kissed him. His cock felt like it was about to burst because it was so hard. He spun his wife around and continued to kiss her. It wasn’t long before they hurried to the bedroom and helped each other out of their clothes.

As he pushed her legs open and searched with his cock for her opening, all he could think about was what his wife had just told him. He pushed inside her without delay.

“Wow, someone is turned on,” she joked as he set a fast pace out of the gate. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you think he liked my panties?”

“He’s probably jacking off thinking about them right now,” he managed to say while struggling to focus on his breathing to keep control.

“Is that what you want?” she asked him, looking up into his eyes.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“What do you want me to show him next time?” she prodded him. His excitement with their new play made him willing to admit things he wouldn’t otherwise, but he thought she seemed to be into it, too.

“More,” he croaked truthfully.

“You want him to see more of me, or do you want him to do more than see?” she asked, hitting closer to the truth than he had expected.

His breathing was ragged as he was struggling to control his release even though they had just started.

“James?” she asked, prodding him to answer her question. The situation was like a truth serum, but he couldn’t last long enough to answer. He didn’t even have time to warn Sophie before he started cumming.

“Ugh, damn, Soph,” he grunted as he lost his rhythm and fired his load deep inside of her. He felt terrible as he was sure she hadn’t finished, but she had pushed the talk about her and Richard, which had put him into overdrive.

They lay together, still connected afterward for several minutes. She ran her fingers through his hair while he thought about everything they had discussed.

“Do you want him to see more of me?” she asked as they lay in the dark.

“I think I just like the talk, the idea of it,” he admitted to her and was being honest. His fantasy included her being with another man, but he didn’t want that. It was just a fantasy that wasn’t meant to be. “Did you show him your panties?” he asked.

“No. This body is just for you, James,” she told him and snuggled against him.

“I adore you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” she replied.

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Sophie’s second to last appointment of the day had been canceled, so she had a few minutes free to get some things done in her office before Richard arrived.

She had been teasing James all day because Richard was coming into the clinic again for his customary last appointment of the day. She and James had continued to play around with the idea of her and Richard. It seemed to get James in the mood when they talked about it, even when he knew it was just talk. In reality, the last few appointments had been fine, and Richard had behaved. He hadn’t made any inappropriate comments since she had spoken to him a few weeks earlier.

She was updating her calendar with a few new appointments and blocking a couple of days for personal reasons when the silence was split by a ring from her phone.

“Hey, Soph,” James' voice came through the phone. She could tell he was frustrated by his tone, and it was unusual for him to call her at work because she would usually be with patients.

“What’s going on?” she asked with concern.

“I went to start my car to head to the track meet, and it wouldn’t start. I had to have it towed to the shop over on the corner of Centerville. I’ll show you the details they gave me later, but it will take a lot of work to get it running again.” He told her.

“Well, how much is it going to be?” she asked, now feeling the stress James was feeling.

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Three thousand dollars was the quote they gave me,” he answered her with a bit of defeat.

“Three thousand dollars?!” she answered in shock. “Can we take it somewhere else and maybe get a better price?” she asked as she looked at the calendar she had been working on. She didn’t get paid for another eight days, and James wouldn’t get paid again until the end of the month. Even then, it wouldn’t be enough.

James sighed. “That was my first thought, so I called Johnny, who plays basketball with us sometimes, you know? He’s a mechanic, so I ran it by him. He said that we might be able to find someone that could do the work for a couple hundred less, but he doubted we would get quality work for much less than the quote we got,” he told her.

“We don’t have that much money,” Sophie said, “Plus, we’re already over-extended on our credit cards.” Sophie’s frustration was coming through even as she tried to keep it from being obvious. James was already stressed enough without her adding to it.

She and James had done everything the way they were supposed to, and then something like this seemed to always come up. It just felt like they couldn’t ever get ahead. She had thought that the extra money from her new job would finally make them feel stable. She thought they had finally turned that corner. That didn’t seem to be the case between their mortgage, student loan payments, and now a substantial unexpected cost.

“I know,” he said. “I could ask my brother for a loan while I try to find some after-school tutoring to try to get us over the hump.” Sophie didn’t like how sad his voice sounded over the phone. “I know his business isn’t doing as well as it had been, but he might be able to help.”

“I don’t want you to worry about it, though. I’ll take care of it”, James continued, trying to reassure her. They had talked about it before, and she knew he felt the strain of being unable to provide for her.

“James…” she tried to make sure he heard the concern in her voice. “We’re in this together, and we’ll figure this out. It’s just money. I’ll be fine as long as I have you.”

“I love you so much,” he said with a note of more resolve after her reassurance. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you at home in a bit.”

“I love you too. Bye,” she said, taking the phone from her ear. She sighed in frustration as the weight of the situation seemed to be pressing down on her. She had done her best to seem okay for James, but she didn’t know what they would do.

They worked in opposite directions from where they lived. Having only one car meant carpooling, which would mean hours of extra commuting. Public transportation in their city didn’t have any better options either.

She turned to leave the office and nearly walked into Richard, who must have been standing in the doorway. Sophie had been too caught up in the conversation with James and hadn’t heard him approach.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be there,” she apologized as she glanced at the clock on the wall. He’s 15 minutes early. Great.

Richard gave her an odd look for a moment before answering in his typical way, “Nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. I got here a few minutes early, and the front desk told me to come on back and find you. Said you might be free to see me earlier than four.”

Sophie tried to put her problems out of her mind and focus on the present. “Yeah, I had a couple of cancellations. Let’s get started”, she said, actually happy she would get out a few minutes earlier.

“How has the knee been doing lately?” She asked him.

“It’s a good bit better. I haven’t been dealing with the pain as much as I had before,” he told her, “I have to admit it’s nice to be able to walk up a set of stairs without worrying that I’ll regret it later.”

“That’s great to hear,” she said with a smile, “You just have to keep up the hard work.”

She put him through several exercises while they talked about his progress and the next steps in the process.

As they were wrapping up, Richard asked her a question out of the blue, “How have you and the husband been?” She was surprised by the question. They never talked about things outside of his therapy.

“We’re doing great. How does next Wednesday work for your next appointment?” she asked, trying to be brief and then to change the subject.

“I overheard your conversation on the phone. Money problems can put a strain on a relationship,” he told her. Ah, she realized. This is what he was getting at.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. “Yeah, it can,” she replied. Sophie did not want to talk to the older man about her personal life and was wildly uncomfortable.

Richard held his gaze on her. A hint of the hunger she had seen in the past was in his eyes again.

“Look, I’ll be real blunt with you, doll. I have a party, like a cocktail party, this weekend, where I need to impress some big-time businessmen to get some contracts. A sexy knockout of a woman like you on my arm is a big advantage in that situation,” He explained, either oblivious to how uncomfortable Sophie was or he didn’t care. “You see, they can get bored hearing a pitch, but they get to stare at a pretty face and a nice pair of tits, and they listen a little longer.”

Sophie blushed at his reference to her breasts. No man had ever talked to her that way, certainly not James, and like the last time he commented on her butt, a part of her was flattered by the improper compliment.

“Ummm,” Sophie blinked, trying to process everything he had just said. “Richard, I told you before, I’m married, and this is so inappropriate.”

Richard continued, “I think we can come to an arrangement that works for both of us. If you go with me, just a few hours to this party, I’ll make it worth your while,” Sophie stared at him, wondering if this was a joke or if he was serious.

“I know what you said. You’re married, but hear me out,” he tried again. “I run a construction company, and we only keep the lights on if we get contracts. This party is going to have a lot of people with a lot of money. For a few hours, I’ll give you $1500. Cash.”

She wasn’t sure what to say. Going out with the man wasn’t something she would have ever considered, but it was a lot of money, and she felt desperate.

She hesitated nervously. “What exactly would I have to do?” She asked, surprising herself.

A big grin came across the man’s face, clearly happy she was hearing him out more. “Like I said, you’re just there to be eye candy while I make some pitches and try to drum up some business.”

“What would I have to wear?” she couldn’t believe she was entertaining this proposition.

“I’ll be wearing a suit, so a nice dress. Anything sexy or that gives a nice view of your rack would be a bonus,” he said with a laugh.

She ignored his comment, now wanting the details, “When is it? And where?”

“The party is at seven on Saturday night and should last around three hours. I’ll pick you up and drop you back off at home afterward,” he told her.

Sophie was thinking about it. It could be the answer to their problems. It was just a date. However, she would have to deal with being objectified by Richard and other sleazy men all night.

“I’ll have to talk to my husband about it,” she told him, anxious about what James would think of her for even suggesting something so scandalous.

He took a card out of his bag. “Here’s my cell number. You talk to your husband and then let me know as soon as possible,” he said before he turned and left the clinic without looking back at her.

Sophie looked at his business card and then put it in her purse. She started to think about how she would bring it up to James.

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Lucy stopped every few feet to smell whatever dog had been there before her as James and Sophie followed behind her patiently. They had been making small talk for the first few minutes of their walk around the neighborhood but had fallen into a comfortable silence.

Sophie finally spoke, “What did your brother say about loaning us the money?”

James sighed. They had both been stressed since his car had broken down the day before, even though he was trying to shield Soph from it as much as possible.

“He doesn’t have that much to loan us right now. I think he’s having some money problems, too. I’m not sure what we’re going to do.” He had been feeling the weight of their money situation and so far hadn’t been able to find any extra tutoring jobs to help them out.

“Richard came back to the clinic yesterday,” his wife said, changing the subject and letting it hang in the air.

With the car issue, James had entirely forgotten about Richard the day before. She had spent all day teasing him about how she hoped that Richard liked her underwear and things like that, but then they hadn’t talked about it afterward. He felt the heat building in him.

“Did anything happen?” he asked her, excited to play along again and put the money issues out of his mind.

“He overheard us talking on the phone,” she said before clarifying, “about the car.” Her eyes stayed fixed on their dog as she walked.

“Wait, what?” James asked, confused. He wasn’t sure where Sophie was going with this, but the car was a sore subject and precisely what he wanted to forget about.

“He asked me to go to a party with him, like a business party,” Sophie said, still looking forward rather than meeting James’ eyes.

James felt a rush of excitement, but his wife didn’t seem to be in a playful mood. She looked more anxious than anything. Was this talk, or was she for real?

“What did you say?” her husband asked as his mouth got dry.

“I told him I was married and that it wouldn’t be appropriate because he was a patient of mine,” she told him before she continued very nervously, “but he told me he would give us $1500 if I went with him.”

She turned and watched James’ reaction as he absorbed what he had just heard. He was stunned that the man was bold enough to just straight up proposition his wife. He felt a brief flicker of anger that gave way to excitement again.

“He offered to pay you to go on a date with him? Like you’re an escort?” he asked her, his mixed feelings about the situation making his head swim. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, it’s crazy,” she agreed flatly.

“What did you say to that?” he asked her. “Do you think he was being serious?”

“Yeah, he was serious. I told him that it was inappropriate,” she said, but he felt she was holding something back.

“If only that was a real option,” he said with a shake of his head. His imagination took over again as he imagined her out with another man on a date. He felt a twitch in his pants at the thought.

His wife was quiet for a minute before she spoke again, her voice softer than usual, “I mean, what if I did go with him? We need the money.”

James was astounded that she would even consider it. He might find the idea appealing, but he couldn’t ask that of her. “Sophie, I’ll figure it out. We don’t need you to go out with a random guy for money.”

“James, we don’t have any other way to get the money,” she said, “You already said that your brother can’t loan us the money. You won’t be able to get enough tutoring to make a difference. It’s $1500 for going to a cocktail party for a few hours right when we need it. It’s almost too good to be true.”

“You’re thinking about doing it?” James asked in disbelief.

“If there’s another way to get the money, then no, but it doesn’t feel like we have a choice,” she said desperately. He took a few moments to take it all in while they continued to walk down the sidewalk. His wife was being incredibly selfless by being willing to do this, but he felt disgusted with how much it turned him on to think about.

The idea of her going out with another man should make him angry or jealous, but the lust was overwhelming all of the other emotions he had. He had to admit the money would dramatically help them too. He had tried several things but couldn’t find a way to stretch their money to make it work beyond a few weeks out when their mortgage was due.

James swallowed. “If you were to do it, what are the details? How would I know you’re safe?” he asked.

“It’s Saturday night. He said it would be from about 7 to 10 pm. It’s a cocktail party, and he thinks having a woman with him will help him get some contracts for his company,” she told him.

“Well, he’s probably not wrong about that,” James said, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

“I’ll text you when I get there and when I leave,” she said, addressing his safety concern.

“I want you to turn on the tracking for your phone, too, so I can see where you are,” he added.

“Good idea,” she said with a smile. “Are you okay with this?”

He thought about the question for a moment. He knew they needed the money, but that’s not what he was thinking about as he considered the question. All he could picture was the man with his hands on his wife at the party like they were together.

“Yeah. I think you’re right. It’s too much money to pass up,” he said. Guilt filled him as he left out the rest of his motivation for wanting her to go.

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The sound of heels on the hardwood floor snapped James’ attention back to the present. His breath slowed as he waited for Sophie to make her way down the hall and into the sitting room on the first floor of their home. She had spent the last several hours getting ready.

It had been several days since they agreed to her going to the cocktail party with Richard. She had insisted that she needed the money upfront, which the man had agreed to.

The days leading to Saturday had been excruciatingly slow. James had barely been able to function in the meantime between the anxiety and the need to relieve himself a couple of times a day because of how horny he had been thinking about the upcoming night. He had been having trouble focusing on his classes and finally resorted to showing a movie to his classes on Friday.

He still wasn’t sure if it was right for her to go out with him, but they desperately needed the money, and his fantasies about her with another man helped crush some of his doubt.

“Wow,” James let out as she walked into view.

“You think it’s okay?” she asked, “I wasn’t sure if it was too dressy, but I don’t want to be underdressed.”

He had been curious about what she would pick for this kind of thing, and he tried to think of the right way to describe her. Elegant, he thought. Exactly not the type of woman who goes to dinner with a man who isn’t her husband just for money. “You look great,” he said earnestly.

He looked her up and down again as she gave a quick spin. She had done her hair up for the evening. She was wearing a soft pink dress that was appropriately conservative considering the situation but still made her look incredibly sexy. The dress had loose sleeves down to her wrists and a high neckline with a collar. Underneath the collar was a keyhole cutout that showed a thin sliver of skin down her chest until it reached a broad, cinched piece of fabric around her naval. Below the cinched midsection, the dress flowed loosely down to about 2 inches above her knee. This highlighted how slender her waist was compared to her chest and rear and accentuated her figure. Her nude pumps made her legs look longer and lifted her butt to make it even more enticing.

He noticed she was also wearing the bracelet he had gotten her for their last anniversary. The small sapphires added a touch of color to her otherwise neutral outfit.

James felt a little jealous that his wife was so dressed up for dinner with another man, but his desire was still easily winning out.

Sophie looked at her phone. “He’s here,” she said. Richard was picking her up for the evening.

She grabbed her purse and walked by James. “Are we sure about this?” she asked, pleading for final reassurance. Sophie’s green eyes searched his while she waited for his answer. James swallowed and nodded.

“We need the money, and it’s just a party. Keep your tracking on your phone. Call me if you need anything, and text me as we discussed,” James said, reiterating what they had discussed.

She nodded, and his reassurance seemed to strengthen her resolve. “I’ll be home before you know it,” she said with a gentle smile. Sophie opened the door and stepped out into the night.

James waited impatiently on the couch while his wife was gone for the cocktail party. He had tried to keep himself distracted, but it was hard not to wonder about his wife and what she was doing.

She looked incredible tonight. If the man had been willing to hit on her while she was at work, he would have trouble controlling himself with how she looked tonight. James’ cock was hard thinking about it.

He imagined Sophie walking through the party on the man’s arm, every eye on her, wondering how he got a woman like her. He imagined the man trying his luck, being handsy while they made small talk. His hand was on her lower back and slowly trying to work its way inconspicuously down to the curve of her butt.

What would Sophie do in that situation? Considering everything, would she move away, or would she let him get away with it?

He pictured them on the dance floor together, their bodies close together. The crowd watched them, not knowing that her husband was at home. He passed the next few hours daydreaming about what his wife was doing and checking her location every few minutes.

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James reread the text message he had gotten a few minutes earlier from Sophie, “We’re leaving. He wants to meet you when we get back.”

He didn’t look forward to the likely awkward interaction with the man who had been out with his wife but had appreciated the heads up so he could at least be presentable. He had changed quickly and now sat wondering what the man would be like and why he wanted to meet him.

The app on his phone showed him Sophie’s location, which was now on their street. They were almost home. A minute later, the sound of the door handle caused him to look up from the sofa. He rose and moved toward the door to greet them.

The door opened. Sophie stepped through, elegant in her soft pink dress. An older man in an expensive-looking suit stepped inside behind her. James hadn’t expected the man to be so enormous. He was half a foot taller than James and significantly broader across his chest.

“Richard,” the older man introduced himself and extended his hand to James.

“Uh, James. Nice to meet you,” James said awkwardly, taking the man’s hand. Richard’s hand dwarfed James’ and gave his hand a firm squeeze.

“I just wanted to come and tell you how much I appreciate you letting me borrow your wife for the evening. You should have seen some of the guys drooling over her,” Richard told him with a chuckle. James looked at Sophie, who gave him a small smile in response.

“I’m glad it worked out,” James said. “Thanks for getting her home safe, Richard,” he added, trying to put an end to the encounter.

Richard didn’t move to leave or say goodbye. He waited a beat and said, “James, I’m not ready to turn your wife over to you for the night just yet. What can I say? How do you feel about the three of us having a drink before I go?”

“It’s late, maybe another time,” James answered quickly, eager to get Richard out the door. He was ready to hear about the rest of the evening from his wife and make love to her.

Richard’s face showed a brief annoyance but was quickly replaced with a smile. “I know the two of you have been having some money issues. I’m willing to pay $500 just to have a drink with the two of you. Won’t you indulge an old man?” he asked genially enough.

“What do you think, James?” Sophie asked, looking at him. From her expression and lack of surprise, James could tell she must have been aware of the offer before they arrived. If anything, she seemed anxious to see James’ reaction.

Five hundred dollars for a drink, James thought. It was nothing compared to her already having gone out with him.

“Um, yeah, sure, that sounds good,” he said. Sophie seemed relieved by his answer. James directed Richard to have a seat, and he made himself at home at one end of their couch.

“I’ll get the drinks. Is bourbon okay, Richard?” Sophie asked their guest.

“That would be perfect. Neat, please,” Richard answered with a grin.

Sophie made her way into the kitchen to get the drinks. Richard didn’t hide how he watched the sway of Sophie’s hips as she walked out of the room.

James took a seat in a chair across from Richard. “So, uh, you work in construction?” James asked, trying to make small talk.

“Commercial contracting,” Richard clarified. “We mostly build office buildings and retail stores. It’s not very exciting, but it pays well.” James wasn’t sure if that was a dig at him over their money issues or just an innocent remark. They sat awkwardly, waiting for Sophie to rejoin them.

A minute later, Sophie walked back into the room where the two men waited with three glasses of bourbon. She handed her husband a glass and then walked to give one to their guest. She sat on the other end of the sofa from Richard, several feet separating them. She crossed her legs and sipped her glass of bourbon. James had not seen her drink liquor except on rare occasions when she had purposefully wanted liquid courage.

Richard was the first to speak again. “You know, James, your wife is an incredibly beautiful woman,” he said, eyes on her. James noted that this must be the look she had mentioned the first time he came to her clinic.

“Uh, thanks,” James said, unsure how to answer him.

“Ever since I first saw her the first time, I’ve had trouble taking my eyes off of her,” he continued. “In my experience, you don’t find many women like her. You’re very lucky.” James was wildly uncomfortable. He might have fantasized about other men and his wife, but he hadn’t expected Richard to talk to him so openly about his wife’s looks. He glanced at Sophie, who was blushing while taking a large sip of her bourbon and avoiding eye contact with either man.

“You know, I’ve been successful in life and business,” Richard said, still monologuing to the couple. “and I’m not a man that finds it easy not to get what I want.”

“I’ve been watching that tight body of hers strut around for weeks at therapy, and I watched her ass all night in that dress,” he said, his eyes hungry and fixed on Sophie.

“I’m done wondering, James. I want to know what that sexy fucking body looks like,” Richard announced. “I’ve got $2000 here.” He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a money clip of bills, and held it up. “$2000 for her to lose the dress and put on a good show.” James swallowed nervously. There was no way that Richard could know how they had joked about her giving him a show a few weeks earlier. Had Sophie talked to him about that? He couldn’t believe she would have unless it had been more than just talk before. It didn’t matter right now, though. James’ cock twitched at the idea of Sophie giving him a show.

Sophie and James looked at each other. The $2000 for the night they had already made would pay for most of the desperately needed car repairs. Another $2000 would completely pay for it and give them money to help pay off their credit cards. James was struggling to weigh his conflicting feelings. The money was tempting. However, the idea of having his wife show her body to this man was something he couldn’t believe he was entertaining. A month ago, he would have thought it unspeakable, but since Sophie had first mentioned the older man leering at her… it felt like he had had a devil on his shoulder putting dark thoughts into his head.

“What do you want me to do exactly?” Sophie asked cautiously, breaking the silence. James wasn’t sure how long he had taken to answer while he thought, but it must have been too long. Sophie seemed to have taken that correctly to mean he was considering it.

Richard grinned and started counting out hundred-dollar bills as he answered with a question, “Honey, have you ever been to a strip club?”

“No, we don’t go to places like that,” Sophie said indignantly.

He laughed heartily, “Well then, you’ll have to imagine what girls do in strip clubs. I want you to stand up and dance slowly and seductively. Like the girls do.” The hunger in Richard’s eyes made James uneasy, but his desire was overwhelming the alarm bells in his head.

He looked at his wife, but Sophie’s face was hard to read. She was keeping a calm façade up to hide whatever she felt at the moment. He imagined it was likely disgust, maybe anger, but clearly, she was weighing the money versus all of the reasons she should say no.

“And I want you to slowly take off that dress and then whatever you have on underneath it while you do it,” and he continued after a pause, “but leave the heels on.” Richard took the twenty bills he had counted out and stacked them on the coffee table before drinking a little more from his glass.

James’ had a full erection by the time Richard had finished telling them what he wanted. He shifted how he was sitting to try to hide it before either of them noticed. He looked back to Sophie to see what she was thinking and noted she was looking at his lap. Had she noticed how turned on he was by this? She met his eyes, waiting for an answer. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking as she kept a neutral expression.

James felt his heart pounding as he held his wife’s eyes. It was too much. He couldn’t let his wife do this. James shook his head no, or at least he had meant to. However, he felt himself give a very subtle nod. Sophie’s calm face showed a moment of just the briefest surprise before she caught herself. Sophie held his gaze for a few moments longer and then nodded back.

“Excellent,” Richard said with a broad smile. James saw Sophie tip her glass back and finish the rest of her bourbon.

“James, can you get some music for your wife to dance to?” He was eying the prominent floor-standing speakers they had in the room.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” James answered. “Just use the tablet there. You can stream whatever.”

Richard stood and walked casually across the room to the tablet on one of the speakers. He started perusing the tablet while Sophie and James exchanged an awkward look.

The low pitch of bass filled the room as the beat of a song started. They both turned their attention back to Richard. The older man turned the volume up, and the room was drowned in music as if their living room were his private club.

He pushed the coffee table out of the middle of the room up against the far wall, clearing the middle of the room, and then approached Sophie and put his hand out to her.

Sophie hesitated for a moment and then took his hand and stood. Richard led her to the middle of the room before sitting on the sofa directly in front of her. Richard looked right at home as he sat back with his arms on the back of the couch. His legs fell open, spreading out comfortably.

Sophie stood in the middle of the room, facing the man nearly 40 years her senior. The song he had picked had a slow rhythm with explicit lyrics that made the situation seem even more wanton. Sophie’s eyes were closed, he saw.

She slowly started moving to the beat. James was transfixed, watching his wife. He always loved dancing with his wife and seeing the reactions she would get when they danced in public, but this was a different level of exhibitionism.

She swayed her hips slowly to the beat but looked very uptight while she did it. She slowly ran her hands down her body while her body continued to sway. She turned away from Richard, her back to him now, but her eyes still closed. She continued to dance for a minute and seemed to be loosening up slowly. He quickly glanced at Richard, who was watching his wife’s hips sway to the music.

She was letting her hips sensually rock side to side now with the rhythm of the music. Richard must have a great view of her backside, he realized.

The song was coming to an end and faded directly into another with a faster rhythm. Sophie didn’t hesitate and mixed it up, leaning forward and rolling her hips to the beat more suggestively than before. The soft pink dress flowed around her hips and butt as she moved to the rhythm.

Sophie slowly turned back toward Richard while she danced. She still had her eyes closed, focusing on the music. She kept rolling her hips while she raised her arms above her head, her hands in her hair.

Richard watched her hungrily, hardly blinking.

As she brought her hands down her body, she ran them over her chest suggestively, a finger tracing down the keyhole slit between her breasts.

“I think it’s time we got you a little more comfortable,” Richard suggested to his wife, raising his voice over the music.

She opened her eyes and looked at him without losing her rhythm. James watched as she continued dancing while reaching over her neck to unzip the back of her dress. She pulled the zipper down and then reached around from underneath, slowly unzipping the dress down to her lower back.

She ran her hands over her body as she continued to dance, slowly shimmying the dress off her shoulders. The front of the dress lowered, exposing her collarbones. She rolled her head back while he danced and dropped the dress more, now showing the swell of her breasts.

She turned away from Richard just before she let the top of the dress fall lower, exposing more of her. She slowly pulled her arms free of the sleeves and let the dress's top fall. Richard was watching her toned back as she continued to dance in front of him, now naked above her waist. James could see his wife’s breasts, and it looked like her petite, pink nipples were hard while she danced for this man they barely knew.

James’ erection was so full it was painful. He had never seen Sophie do anything this erotic.

“Now, let’s see those tits,” Richard ordered her, ready for the stunning blonde to stop teasing him.

She turned around slowly, her hands running down her chest over her breasts while she swayed her hips from side to side. The song faded directly into another.

“Damn, those are some grade-A tits,” he said to Sophie with a huge smile as if James wasn’t present, “I knew you had a sweet pair the first time I saw you.”

She was looking right at Richard as she danced with slow, rhythmic movements in time with the music. Her perky breasts swung slightly as she moved.

“Take that dress off,” he demanded after another minute or two of watching her. She hesitated and looked at James. He was so enthralled watching her that he didn’t realize she was checking to see if he wanted her to continue. His lack of response correctly told her he didn’t want her to stop.

She reached down and slowly pushed the cinched waist down her slender tummy until it fell to the floor in a pile at her feet. She was wearing a black thong made of nothing more than string and a pair of small triangles of material to cover her mound and part of her ass. It left essentially nothing to the imagination and provided no support to her toned butt. The heels pushed the look over the top, making her butt look unbelievable. James realized this must have been Richard’s intention when he told her to keep them on.

“Turn around,” Richard said. Sophie didn’t hesitate this time. She turned and gave him a full view of her pert butt as she swiveled her hips in an outright provocative manner.

“Lean over and show me that ass,” Richard instructed. The man’s hand appeared to be gripping his cock through his suit pants while he watched Sophie.

Sophie leaned over with her legs straight until her hands rested on her shins. Her toned back was straight as an arrow.

“That’s it,” the man said, leering at her. “Shake that ass for me.”

James continued to watch as his wife did as she was told and shook her ass, her muscular cheeks softly jiggling to the bass that filled the room. He was captivated by his wife dancing this way. She continued to shake her ass slowly until Richard spoke again.

“I have another offer,” He roared over the music so James would be sure to hear as well, “If you give me a lap dance, then I’ll tip you what I think you deserve. The better it is, the more I’ll tip.”

Sophie was standing back up and had stopped dancing. She looked directly at James, concern on her face. He swallowed. He knew he should say no but couldn’t get enough of watching his wife.

He made eye contact with her and nodded again. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, questioning him. He nodded again, confirming he wanted her to continue.

She gave him an odd expression for a few moments before she turned toward Richard and nodded.

The older man stood up, walked over, and grabbed one of their dining room chairs. James watched him bring it back and set it in the middle of the room. He couldn’t help but notice the large tent in Richard’s pants as he sat in the chair.

Sophie stepped towards where the man sat. She looked incredibly sexual in just her black thong and heels. Her long blonde hair was still done up, her makeup pristine, and her body perfect. She reminded him of an old-fashioned pinup model.

James was holding his breath and had to force himself to breathe. He had no idea if his wife even knew how to give a lap dance, but the anticipation was killing him.

She stepped over Richard’s lap, straddling him so a leg was on either side. She reached out and put her hands in his greying hair, running her fingers through it. She started to rock her hips from side to side, dancing to the music again. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap until she had barely made contact with his trousers and then rolled her hips once before raising herself back up. She straightened her legs out and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her breasts nearly to his face.

Richard pulled out his wad of cash and peeled several bills from it. James watched as he reached back and slipped it under the strap of his wife’s thong. Sophie seemed to respond to the encouragement and lowered her hips onto the man’s lap. She closed her eyes again while she continued the lap dance.

“Fuck yeah,” Richard groaned as she put her weight down on his lap.

She leaned back away from him, holding herself up by her grip on his neck. She rolled her hips on his lap, essentially dry-humping him to the music for a few minutes. James knew at this point that she had to be feeling Richard’s cock. After all, he had seen the tent when Richard stood up and knew the man wasn’t small. Plus, he thought, his wife had nothing on but her tiny thong.

James had started rubbing his cock through his pants without even realizing it as he watched his wife giving a lap dance to another man like she was a stripper in the VIP room of the Gold Club. He slipped down his pants and started stroking himself in earnest as he watched.

Her movements won several more bills from Richard that he again tucked into the strap of her thong. She now had what looked like five or six hundred dollars tucked into her thong as she continued the lap dance. As before, the addition of more money seemed to make Sophie respond. She went from rolling her hips to putting all of her weight down on his lap and grinding against his lap.

Richard couldn’t keep his hands off the young blonde any longer. His hands found her ass and squeezed it, pulling her into him as she continued to grind. James' eyes got big as he realized that she was now basically stroking the man with her pussy through their clothes.

Richard leaned forward and seemed to whisper something to her, but the music kept James from hearing what was said. After a few more minutes, several more bills were tucked into the thong right in the front by her hip. Richard's hands left her butt and were now mauling her breasts and playing with her nipples while she continued to grind against his crotch feverishly.

The music was getting softer as the song came to an end.

Richard looked at James and gave him yet another offer. “I’ll give you five thousand dollars if you let me fuck her right now,” Richard said while he squeezed her breasts again.

Sophie opened her eyes, the trance seemingly broken. She hurriedly stood up, disconnecting herself from Richard. She looked at James for the first time in minutes. Her eyes went from his face to his lap, where his hand was still wrapped around his cock.

Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. “I need a minute,” Sophie yelled out to the both of them and quickly walked out of the room and down the hall.

James pulled his pants back on as he watched his wife leave the room. The click of her heels receded until James heard the bathroom door close. He felt anger in the pit of his stomach, and he rounded on Richard.

“You think my wife is some whore that you can just buy?” he asked furiously. He knew he sounded utterly ridiculous at this point in the evening, but sex was a different line altogether. He had lost himself in the decadence of the last few minutes, but now the guilt was hitting him hard. He felt like he had to protect his wife’s dignity.

Richard looked at him calmly, unfazed by the anger in his voice. He stood up and walked over, cutting the music off as another song started playing. “We all have a price, James. It’s true whether you want to admit it or not. The only question is, what is your price for Sophie? If it’s not five thousand dollars for one night, what is it?” Richard dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a whole roll of cash. James stood in silence. “I’m going to fuck Sophie tonight,” he said as if it were a matter of fact, “the question is just how much will it take.”

“She’s not going to have sex with you,” James snarled, his voice still raised, “This is as far as it’s going to go.”

Richard looked him over for a few seconds and seemed to be thinking. “Fine, I’m not going home with blue balls tonight—twenty thousand dollars, cash, right now. You go convince her to come back in and finish the job she started,” Richard said almost cavalierly. It gave the strange impression that this was not the first time that Richard had negotiated the price of a man’s wife.

James was stunned by the offer. “Twenty thousand...” James trailed off as he looked at the fat roll of cash in Richard’s hand. He knew twenty thousand dollars was a life-changing amount for them right now. It was almost half of James’ pretax salary as a school teacher. Not to mention, it was on top of the money Richard had already given them tonight.

James looked up from the money to Richard, “Let me talk to her.”

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James walked down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door. A few moments later, his wife opened it. She was standing there, naked, other than the black thong and her heels that she still hadn’t taken off. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. He stepped into the bathroom and hugged her tightly.

Sophie held her head against his chest, “I’m so sorry, James. I don’t know what happened. It just got out of control. You must think I’m such a slut.” She seemed like she would start crying at any moment.

He held her in their embrace. “You’re not a slut. I was right there the whole time. I told you to do it. Remember?” he reminded her.

Sophie looked up at him. He was always shocked by how beautiful she was. Her golden blonde hair and deep emerald eyes made for a striking appearance. He was reminded how lucky he was to be married to her.

“But why?” she asked desperately, “How could you let me do that with another man?”

“I think I got lost in the moment too. Watching you”, he admitted. “It was so much more intense than I was expecting.”

“Did… did that turn you on that much…?” she asked with a glance down at his crotch. His face went red with embarrassment at the reminder that she had seen him masturbating.

“Uh, honestly, Soph, yeah. It was crazy, but wow, you looked incredible. I didn’t know you could dance like that. Seeing you getting so into it just pushed me over the edge,” he told her. “I didn’t expect the one drink to turn out this way.”

“Can you believe he offered five thousand dollars just to sleep with me?” she laughed, still on the verge of tears. “That’s so much money. I can’t even imagine.”

James’ face must have told her that something was wrong. “What?” she asked, her voice cracking. He almost didn’t want to tell his wife and considered keeping the last offer a secret, but she could tell he was holding something back.

“James, tell me,” she said seriously.

“After you walked out, he said he would give us, uh, more than five thousand dollars,” he said quietly. He still wasn’t sure that telling her was the right decision, but she wouldn’t let it go.

The look on Sophie’s face told him how shocked she was. “More than five thousand dollars?! To have sex with me?” She asked, floored. “Is he insane?”

James paused, unsure what to say next, and Sophie realized what was happening.

“Oh my god, you came to see if I would do it,” she said, stepping back from her husband. “Are you kidding, James? Did you come in here to convince me? He’s older than our parents!” She was getting angry at him now.

“You didn’t mind it much a few minutes ago,” he said, regretting the words before they left his mouth.

She stared at him, pissed. “Nice one, James. Well, how much is your wife worth to you? How much did you tell him he could have me for? Huh? Eight thousand?” She asked him with contempt.

“Twenty thousand,” he answered, wondering how she would react to such an absurd number.

“…What?” She asked in disbelief. Her anger vanished in an instant as she heard the number.

“He offered twenty thousand dollars. Cash,” James stated again.

“Oh my god.” His wife turned away and was silent for a moment before turning back to him. “You would want me to do that?” She asked, her eyes searching his face for the truth.

“It’s a lot of money, Sophie,” he said, trying to maintain his composure.

She studied him closely. “It is, but I think part of you wants to see me with him,” she said. She had read his desire even though he struggled to admit it to himself. “I think some part of you has wanted this for weeks. You’ve just been too afraid to admit it.”

“Soph…” he started, trying to find the words he wanted to say but coming up empty.

“You have to tell me if you want me to do this,” She insisted.

He stared into her beautiful green eyes. He nodded to her.

“No, James. I need to hear you say it,” she insisted. Her tone stressed the consequence of the decision.

He took a deep breath, struggling with his mixed feelings. He hadn’t been able to admit it to himself yet, but he managed to force out his answer. “I want you to do it.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “There’s no going back, James.”

He wasn’t sure how much of his desire was out of their need for money or his lust to see her go further with Richard, but he knew he couldn’t say no.

“I’m sure,” he said with a tone of finality, accepting his decision.

She held his eyes for several moments before stepping toward and kissing him gently.

“I love you,” Sophie told him earnestly. With that, she opened the door to the bathroom and walked back toward the man waiting in the living room.

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She strode confidently into the living room. He followed her sheepishly.

“Good to see you didn’t change,” Richard said approvingly.

“Give us the money now,” she said without room for question in her voice. The man smiled, took the whole roll of money, and tossed it to James.

“Feel free to count it, but it’s all there,” he added, “and well worth it.”

“And you have to use a condom,” James added.

“Sure thing,” Richard said dismissively. “Now, bring that tight little body back over here,” he said, beckoning her to him.

She took slow, deliberate steps toward where he sat in the chair. As she got close to him, he stood up and put his hands on her waist to pull her close. James watched as the man immediately tried to kiss her, but she pulled away instinctively, cutting it short.

“I just paid for a lot more than a kiss, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh.

The man stared into her eyes for a few moments and then pushed her roughly back on the sofa behind her.

“Hey!” James half shouted, but they didn't let on if either of them heard him. Richard unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor before pulling off his shirt. He stepped up to the couch in front of her, grabbing Sophie by the legs and pulling her butt to the edge of the sofa. The man roughly grabbed her panties and yanked them off before he started lining himself up with her exposed and unprotected pussy.

“Richard, condom,” he said assertively, speaking loud enough to make sure that the man heard him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Richard answered, annoyed, without looking up. He stepped over to his discarded pants and pulled out a condom from his pocket, quickly ripping it open. With one hand, he rolled it down his cock as he positioned it threateningly over James’ wife.

Richard forced her legs open wider, her heels still on her feet as Richard had wanted. The scene was depraved. He was nearly old enough to be her grandfather. His large frame and heavy abdomen looked obscene so close to Sophie’s lean, fit body. But the part that James couldn’t help but focus on was what was jutting out from below his belly.

James had always thought he was average from what he had read online. His cock was about 5 inches if he was generous with his measurement. This had never felt inadequate as his wife seemed to more than enjoy their lovemaking. But now that he was looking at Richard, he couldn’t help but feel inferior. The base of Richard’s cock was above her opening, with the tip nearly at her belly button. James estimated he was at least seven or eight inches and quite thick.

Richard was ready now. He pulled back and pressed the thick head of his cock between Sophie’s lips. Her husband heard her gasp as the other man slowly pushed inside her. After advancing about two inches, he pulled back until almost out. Then he pushed again, a little further this time, stretching her out and giving her time to acclimate before pulling back again.

Every time he pushed in, she would let out an involuntary gasp. Richard continued to work himself inside of her slowly, each stroke a little deeper. James took a seat back in the chair he had sat in earlier and watched as more and more of the cock disappeared into his wife. Right as he wondered how much more she would be able to take, Richard decided to push the rest of his cock into her all at once.

“UGH,” Sophie moaned despite her best attempt to stifle it. Richard had had enough of the slow warm-up and increased his speed.

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…” came out of her in rhythm with his thrusts as she got used to the biggest cock she had ever had. She didn’t seem to be in any pain. If anything, James admitted, she almost seemed to be enjoying. He took his cock out and started to stroke himself while he watched.

Richard held this pace for a couple of minutes before James noticed the tell-tale signs of his wife’s building orgasm.

James watched in silence as this older man fucked his beautiful twenty-six-year-old wife in front of him.

“Fuck yeah,” Richard said through gritted teeth as he continued his pace, thrusting into her again and again. “I knew I was going to have to fuck you the second I saw you in that clinic.” He finally slowed for a second to lean in and kiss Sophie on the lips. She initially resisted, but this time, she seemed to relent and kiss him back a moment later.

“Your tight little body in those scrubs, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you on the spot,” Richard continued before kissing her again. James saw Sophie bite his lip mid-kiss this time. Despite his disbelief, Sophie appeared to be turned on by what the man said to her.

“Ugh,” Sophie moaned as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around the older man’s waist. James knew she was cumming hard. Richard never slowed down as he continued to jackhammer into her through her entire orgasm. James’ jaw was almost on the floor. He continued to stroke himself while watching the lewd scene.

Richard finally slowed down again and gave her a minute to come down from her orgasm before he pulled out of her suddenly. Sophie opened her eyes, surprised at the feeling of emptiness.

“Flip over and face your husband,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. James watched as Sophie, still in her heels, quickly flipped over and turned towards him. Richard put both hands on her hips and pulled her butt up in the air, then pushed her head down toward the sofa.

Sophie made direct eye contact with her husband as she was positioned, her ass obscenely in the air, waiting for Richard to reenter her. He wasted no time in kneeling on the sofa behind her, preparing to mount the gorgeous young blonde.

“Damn, your wife’s pussy is worth way more than twenty thousand,” Richard taunted him while he moved his cock up and down, teasing her opening. James looked back at his wife, her eyes still on him. “You should have held out for more,” Richard laughed and plunged his cock back into Sophie.

“Oh god,” she gasped as he entered her again. Richard was penetrating even deeper at this angle, but he immediately set a similarly relentless pace as he had before.

Sophie’s green eyes never left James, but after several minutes, he could tell they were starting to glaze over. Richard had one large hand on her hip, holding her in place while he rammed his cock into her. His other hand squeezed her ass roughly. SMACK, James was startled as Richard had just slapped his wife’s ass.

“Mmmm,” Sophie let out as her breasts swung back and forth with the rhythm of the pounding she was taking. He fucked her hard for several minutes, and her body seemed to be responding as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. Richard smiled broadly and abruptly stopped thrusting.

James again was shocked at his wife’s reaction. She desperately and unsuccessfully tried to drive herself back to fuck herself on the man’s cock. Sophie looked back at Richard, but his large hands held her hips firmly to keep her from her goal.

Richard smiled at her desperation. “You want more? Tell your husband how good it is!” Richard ordered her.

Sophie couldn’t look at her husband. She whispered something inaudibly as she buried her face into the couch cushion.

“Look at him, and tell him how good it is!” Richard ordered again, his hands fingers digging into her muscular hips to keep her where he wanted her.

Sophie looked up at James with her big emerald-colored eyes. A look of lust he hadn’t seen in them before, “It’s so good,” she admitted, just audible enough for her husband to hear her. He saw her try again to move her ass back into the cock that was teasing her pussy.

“Is it better than your husband?” Richard continued his interrogation, seemingly intent on demeaning the couple.

“Mmhmm,” she whimpered, this time barely audible to James.

SMACK. Richard’s hand had made contact with her firm ass again. “I didn’t hear you,” he told her roughly.

“Yessss,” Sophie moaned as her hands gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, her eyes avoiding her husband now. He saw she was still wearing the sapphire bracelet he had bought her for their anniversary a few months ago.

“What do you want?” Richard asked, “Say it, and you’ll get it.”

Sophie didn’t answer but suddenly pushed back hard, catching Richard off guard. She managed to get half of his cock back into her before he pulled back.

“Damn bitch, you need this cock bad, don’t you,” he said with a hearty laugh.

“Mhmmm,” she moaned softly. Richard started moving his hips again, and her eyes closed in bliss. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Sophie’s golden mane to hold her in place as he pistoned his cock into her from behind. Every thrust sent a shockwave through her lithe body and made her tits swing back and forth. He fucked her with determination like this for several minutes. His stamina was impressive, James thought.

He saw her eyelids open slightly during the fucking. Her eyes were unfocused, and she seemed to be on another plane of existence. Sophie was entirely focused on the sensation of the big cock pounding her pussy from behind.

James had continued to stroke himself frantically and had reached the point of no return. “Ughh,” he grunted as he came. He shot his load with a small rope out onto the carpet in front of him. He slowed his stroking as he caught his breath.

Sophie’s involuntary whimpers continued as the older man continued his assault on Sophie’s pussy.

After cumming, James’ came out of the haze of his lust, and the debauchery in front of him was hard to stomach. His perfect wife was bent over on the couch on her hands and knees. Her ass was in the air while a man over twice her age fucked her hard. He still had a hand holding her by the hair for leverage so he could drive his cock into her even harder, and as best James could tell, Sophie was loving it.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh God,” she continued to moan in pleasure.

Richard looked at James and smirked at him before he started talking to Sophie again. “If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn’t have waited so long for this,” he said, demeaning Sophie in front of her husband. James gritted his teeth.

“I’m going to fuck you every time I come to your office from now on, and you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?” he more told her than asked.

Sophie’s eyes were closed as she panted like a dog in heat while the older man used her body for his pleasure.

“You’re going to fuck my cock and make it cum every time you see me, huh?” Richard demanded again while he continued his relentless pounding of her.

Sophie was almost trembling from pleasure by this point. James realized that he was about to watch her have another and significantly more intense orgasm.

“Answer, and I’ll let you finish,” Richard told her. Sophie started wildly bucking her hips back onto his thrusts, clearly not waiting for his permission to finish.

“Ughhh,” she groaned as she was close to cumming again.

“Sophie,” Richard’s voice cut like a knife as he wouldn’t be ignored.

“Fuckkk, yessss”, she moaned loudly, clear as day. The surprises of the night hadn’t stopped. James swallowed, his mouth dry. Was she answering his question from before? And to add to it, he had only heard Sophie use language like that once or twice in extreme circumstances. She had never used it during sex.

She continued bucking against him and then stopped rigidly as she came. “Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCKK,” she moaned.

The huge older man had reached his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of James’ wife and ripped the condom off, throwing it on the sofa cushion in one smooth motion.

“Shiit,” Richard groaned as he stroked his cock rapidly to his climax. James watched as the man's cum shot across his wife’s back and ass in several bursts while he pumped his cock with his hand.

“God damn,” Richard said as he looked down at the young blonde with an extremely satisfied expression, “worth every penny.” Richard slapped Sophie’s firm ass one more time before he got up and started getting dressed. Sophie sat back and wrapped her arms around herself to provide a small amount of modesty.

James’s mind was swimming, but he made himself walk over and sit on the couch by his wife. She looked at him, uncertainty in her beautiful green eyes. He gently stroked her head, trying to reassure her without words.

Richard’s voice made them both look up. He was slipping his jacket back onto his shoulders.

“I had a great evening tonight, but I’m going to get going. Sophie, I’ll see you in a few days,” he said with an arrogant wink. James thought back to the question the man had asked Sophie, as well as her answer, but put it out of his mind once Richard closed the door behind him.

He helped his wife get cleaned up and into the shower before he turned his attention to the money. Hundred-dollar bills were on the floor around the chair in the middle of the room, several still wrapped up in the thong Sophie had worn earlier, and a separate stack lying on the coffee table.

He quietly collected and counted the money that his wife had earned throughout the evening. Her illicit acts with Richard had driven him wild while he watched, but doubts flooded his mind now. Had it been worth it? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know what the long-term effects would be on Sophie or their relationship.

He finished counting, confirming just shy of twenty-five thousand dollars. Their money issues were over for now. He put the money in the safe in their bedroom and then joined Sophie in bed. She had curled up and gone to sleep after her shower, exhausted from everything that had occurred.

He lay awake for what seemed like forever, trying to make sense of his feelings.

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The following morning, James woke up early, the first light of dawn illuminating their bedroom. He reached his hand across to Sophie’s side of the bed and found it empty. Cold, he realized.

His heart nearly stopped as he remembered the events of the night before. He was instantly wide awake, his heart pounding as he wondered where Sophie had gone. He climbed out of bed and searched for her. He passed the living room and knew it would be a while before he could see the couch without picturing his wife on it. The look in his wife’s eyes, the things that had been said. He put it out of his mind and continued to look for her.

He found her sitting in a rocking chair on the back porch. Sophie didn’t say anything as he stepped out of the back door and sat in the chair beside her. She wore a light blue silk robe over her pajamas and looked exhausted.

“How long have you been up?” he asked her.

“A few hours,” she said quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

James observed her, but it was hard to read her expression. He felt incredibly guilty in the light of the morning. He had pushed his wife to break their marriage vows. No amount of money could change that. He sat down in a chair beside her own.

“Do you love me?” she asked in a tone that said she wasn’t sure of the answer.

“More than anything,” he said in his best attempt to reassure her. She looked as though she had been crying earlier that morning. “I adore you.”

She gave him a weak smile and then focused on the trees blowing in the warm morning breeze.

“Did you mean what you said to him at the end?” he asked her. The question had kept him up half the night.

“Mean what?” Sophie’s eyes dropped to the floor. She seemed nervous.

“He said he was going to... um...” he struggled to get the words out. He felt as though if he said them out loud, it would make them true.

“Oh,” her voice trembled. Tears welled in her eyes, “I’m so sorry, James. It was overwhelming, and he just kept telling me to say things. I just felt so submissive in the moment…” she trailed off. “I didn’t mean it!” James moved to kneel in front of her and wrapped his arms around her as she leaned her head into him.

“It’s okay, we’re okay,” he whispered as he held his wife. He knew that whatever came, they would face it together.