Excerpted from “Slut Wife, Happy Life”
My wife Vera and I were driving home from the bar one weekend night and as we approached the on ramp she noticed a pair of young women loitering there under the overpass.
“Harold, look at those women! I think they are prostitutes,” gasped Vera craning her neck and slowing the car. She always insists on driving. That’s just how she is.
I scratched my cheek nervously as I looked the women over. They weren’t really dressed the way I imagined prostitutes to dress. They weren’t wearing garters or stockings or anything, just simple sweatpants and halter tops. But it was strange to see two unaccompanied young women hanging out in this dark deserted place. “I don’t think so honey,” I said skeptically.
Vera got that devilish look in her eye that she always gets when she wants to tease me. “I’m telling you, Harry, these are real prostitutes. Do you want me to hire one for you? What would you prefer, a handjob or a blowjob?” My wife cackled with drunken laughter as she pulled the car over near the women and rolled her window down.
I just shook my head and tisked dismissively but my stomach dropped when both girls eagerly came forward and leaned in the window.
“Hey mama, wazzup? You like to party?” asked one of the girls. She was a white girl with an inch of dark roots showing beneath her poorly bleached and frizzy hairdo. Her makeup was simply atrocious. Her blue eyeliner made her look like a clown.
Vera giggled with excitement. “How much for a blowjob for my husband?”
“Vera!” I gasped in shock. I couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Ten dollars,” put in the other girl with a shrug. She was hispanic or maybe part black with huge lips and a mass of black curly hair.
“For 15$ we could both suck it,” offered the white girl. She looked at her companion and rubbed her nose.
“Sure,” agreed the darker girl giving me a coldly calculating stare. “That guy don’t look like he would take too long.”
Vera broke out laughing as my face burned with shame. “You’ve got that right, girl. You’ve got that right for sure. He’ll probably cum before you get his peter out of his pants.”
“Vera stop it!” I choked. I didn’t appreciate being humiliated in front of street whores like this.
“She’s got your number, Harry, you can’t deny it. She has the eye of a professional,” said my wife. She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a twenty. “Here, all I have is a twenty,” said my wife, handing over the bill to the brown girl.
“We can make change,” said the white girl. She hurriedly reached down the front of her shit and pulled out a wad of cash.
“No no, you can keep the change,” said my wife. She eyed the woman’s wad as the whores traded a ten for the twenty so they could split the loot. “That’s quite a take, did you make that all tonight?”
The white girl flashed her roll of bills proudly. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Then she tucked the cash back between her breasts.
“I would like to know, I think this is all very fascinating. Do you have a pimp?” My wife’s eyes were shining with excitement.
The girls exchanged a worried glance but said nothing.
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid we are police? I assure we aren’t,” said my wife with concern. “I’m just curious.”
“Ah no, mama, we know all the police, that’s cool,” said the hispanic girl. “We just don’t like to talk too much, you know. We just do our thing and you can split.”
“Whatever, Yo-yo, she’s cool, I can tell,” said the white girl. She turned chattily to my wife. “Down here, we don’t need no pimp. This is po-po’s corner, so we just pay our tax and we cool.”
I was confused for a moment as parsed out her meaning. “You don’t mean that you pay the police?!” I gasped when I finally understood her.
“He’s pretty stupid, huh?” the hispanic girl asked my wife.
“Well, yes, about some things,” admitted my wife. She turned to face me. “You must have seen the news about police corruption in Oakland, haven’t you dear?”
“Let’s just suck this dude off and get on with it,” sighed the hispanic girl. And the two young women came around to my side of the car while my wife rolled down my window.
“You can’t be serious about this!” I objected to my wife.
“Oh, stop being such a prude,” admonished my wife. “Why I think this will be incredibly exciting. Most husbands would jump at the chance to get their penis sucked by a strange woman after 20 years of marriage to the same old bag.”
“You’re no old bag and you know it,” I said.
“What’s the matter, poppi? Don’t you like boobies?” asked the hispanic girl. And then she lifted up her shirt and stuck her brown nipples right in my face.
It was pretty shocking. I had these big round, soft, brown breasts smushed into my face while the girl giggled. She grabbed the back of my head to keep my face pressed against her chest while the white girl leaned her whole torso into the car and and started unzipping my fly.
“He’s hard already,” said the white girl with satisfaction as she extracted my penis. “Not much more than a mouthful though,” she joked and my wife laughed along.
“Mmmph,” I complained, but I couldn’t see anything with the big brown titties in my face.
I felt the white girl’s hot wet mouth on the tip of my cock and I nearly came right then. It was pretty kinky.
“Here, hold her boobs honey, that will help you,” coaxed my wife and she took my hands and put the white girls exposed breasts into the palm of my hands while the whore sucked me harder and harder. I have to admit, it was more than I could take and I immediately climaxed, spurting my modest load into the girl’s greedy mouth.
“Wow, that’s it?” giggled the girl. The brown boobs were removed from my face and the white girl opened her mouth to show my wife the cum on her tongue before turning and spitting it out on the road. She and her pal had their tits tucked away in a jiffy and started walking away, laughing as they went.
“Wow, that was hot,” panted my wife. I noticed that she had her skirt bunched up around her waist and was touching herself. “I’m going to get a lot of mileage out of this during my nightly rub session.”
“I feel… odd,” I said as I wiped my limp penis off with my handkerchief.
“I want to try that,” said my wife hoarsely. Her cheeks were flushed.
“What, suck my penis?” I asked nervously. It was still tender. “I need time to recover, dear.”
“No, you fool, the hooking, the prostitution,” she said watching the girls as they resumed their positions on the corner. “To just pleasure a complete stranger for cash and then walk away. That was a fantasy of mine when I was a young girl.”
“Come on,” I chortled. “Now you are really going too far.”
“Oh, please, you are such a milquetoast sometimes. Where is your sense of adventure? Wouldn’t you find it kinky to watch me sucking off some random guy in his car for a ten dollar bill? It would be simply WILD!”
“You’ve clearly lost your mind.”
“Oh my god, our sex life has gotten so BOOORING! I’m sick of it. We need to spice things up a little. Here, give me your wallet, I want to buy some information from these girls.”
I reluctantly offered up my billfold and Vera snatched it from my hand. She jumped out of the car and walked purposefully toward the two prostitutes. I got out myself and followed, hoping in vain to talk some sense into my lustful wife.
“No refunds!” said the hispanic girl as my wife approached.
“No, no, everything was fine, I just want to ask you two some questions,” said Vera. She held up my wallet invitingly.
“Bitch, I’m here to work, not to gab,” sneered the brown girl. I could tell she didn’t like my wife.
A beat up pickup truck pulled over and a brown faced mexican fellow leaned out his window and whistled at the girls. The hispanic girl went running to greet him, but the white girl hesitated. She bit her lip and looked back and forth between my wife and the John.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” assured my wife. She pulled out a couple of twenties and the white girl’s eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, mama, I’d eat your snatch for that much, and I don’t even go that way,” gasped the girl taking the money and tucking it away quickly.
“Uh, no,” said my wife. “I’m not interested in that. I just want to know how this all works. How do I turn tricks?”
The white whore laughed in her face. “The fuck you talking about, lady?”
“What’s the matter, do you think I’m too old?” asked my wife. She pulled at her temples self-consciously like she does at home when she contemplated getting a facelift.
The white girl looked confused. “No, I mean, you look better than half the bitches out here who half your age, you got that tits and ass too, but it’s just….” The girl wrinkled her brow. “You a classy lady. You got a husband…”
“You saw my husband’s dick,” laughed my wife.
“Hey now!” I complained. But it was hard to be angry since I was still experiencing that post-orgasm glow from all the boobs and sucking I had been given.
“Well you got a nice car,” objected the girl.
“It’s not for the money,” explained my wife. “I need excitement in my life.”
“Bitch, you crazy,” laughed the white girl. “You think this shit is EXCITING? Sucking some smelly old nutsacks for a ten?”
“Ahh, ahh,” cried the mexican in the truck and I turned to see the brown girl bouncing up and down on his lap in the cab of his truck.
“Just watching her is making me wet,” said my wife.
We all turned and watched as the brown girl brought her trick to climax and then she deftly slipped out of the truck and pulled her sweatpants back up. He John was smiling groggily as he put the truck in gear and pulled away.
“Jose make me work it tonight,” said the hispanic girl, rubbing her rump ruefully. “Why this crazy white bitch still here?”
“She so crazy, she wants to turn some tricks for fun,” said the white girl pointing to my wife.
The hispanic girl looked my wife over critically. “Turn around,” she commanded.
My wife turned and showed her rear to the saucy young whore.
“Damn she got some ass,” admitted the harlot. “But you can’t whore in that office outfit. You need easy access, hoe!” She pulled her waistband with a snap.
“Oh, so that’s why you wear the sweatpants,” said my wife thoughtfully. “It’s not very flattering, though.”
“These niggas that come down here for pussy don’t give two fucks for flattering,” laughed the hispanic girl.
“Ok, but I don’t want to go home and change, I might lose my nerve,” said my wife, biting her lip.
“Come on, this is preposterous,” I said. I took my wife by the elbow and tried to lead her back to the car but she dug in her heels and slapped my hand away.
“Get your hands off me, Harold. I am DOING this,” hissed my wife. She was angry enough to make me recoil in shock. “You haven’t satisfied me in the bedroom in YEARS!”
“Vera you are *****,” I sighed.
“Yes, I am,” she admitted. “But I wouldn’t have the guts to try this sober. Now will you just calm down and let me do this? It’s an experiment. It might save our sex life. You owe it to me.” She was on the verge of tears at this point and I honestly felt guilty for my lack of sexual prowess.
So I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Ok, ok, you will probably chicken out if you actually get propositioned anyway.”
Vera hugged me and turned to the white girl. “Ok, now what do I do? Do we just wait for the next customer? What do I say? This is so exciting!”
“Look, let me do the talking. We’ll tell the tricks that hubby is your pimp if anyone asks,” said the pale girl with her clownish makeup. She held her finger up and then went and rummaged in a crumpled paper bag sitting by one of the freeway support pylons. When she came back, she was holding a handgun. I nearly jumped at the sight of it, but she came right over to me and stuck it in the waistband of my pants.
“Is this really necessary?” I gasped. Things were getting a little more serious than I hoped.
“Try not to piss yourself, but things can get a little sketchy down here,” said the young whore. She pulled my jacket closed and patted me on the cheek condescendingly.
“Oh look, it’s El Hefe and and a couple of his boys!” shouted the brown whore excitedly. “El Hefe might like a shot at a rich lady for once.” A king cab pickup full of Mexicans pulled up to curb and a jolly looking fellow with fat face and sparkling eyes leaned out the driver’s side window.
“Que pasa, bitches? You busy?” shouted El Hefe.
“Let me handle this, Yo-Yo,” hissed the white girl to her friend. Then she motioned for El Hefe to get out and join us on the sidewalk.
The fat man obliged, climbing out and hitching up his jeans clumsily as he ambled over. A couple of his pals jumped out as well. They looked like a landscaping crew from the way they were covered in dirt.
“Wazzup Hefe, we gots a new girl for you tonight. She a classy callgirl fallen on hard times, needs to make a quick buck,” said the white girl motioning to my wife.
Vera blushed and waved at the men bashfully.
“For reals?” asked El Hefe skeptically. “She sure don’t look like no whore.”
“A callgirl don’t have to dress like a whore, dumbass,” the brown girl told him. His pals broke out laughing at the insult, but Hefe just smiled good naturedly.
“And who that, then?” he asked, pointing to me.
“That’s her pimp,” said the white girl confidently. All the men broke out laughing again.
“I slap down that little bald white man with a quickness,” chuckled El Hefe.
“He’s packing,” sniffed the brown girl.
“Yes, I’m afraid I am,” I told the crew leader. I opened my jacket and smiled at the Mexicans with embarrassment as I showed them the firearm in my waistband.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” said El Hefe in amazement. “What you all trying to pull, Yo-Yo?”
“Ask Sheila!” said Yo-Yo, pointing to the white girl.
“Come on now Hefe,” said Sheila. She took my wife by the hand and lead her closer to the landscapers. “When’s the last time you had a crack at some fine ass pussy like this? Show them your titties, mama.”
My wife blanched at the suggestion, but then she smiled nervously and started fumbling with the buttons of her silk blouse. The Mexicans looked on hungrily as my wife got her blouse undone and pulled it open to show them her bosoms encased in her lacy white bra.
“She real fancy,” admitted El Hefe, fingering his crotch. “Take the bra off, let’s see them bad boys.”
Vera gave me a look of trepidation, but I just shrugged nonchalantly. The gun was making me feel powerful and I was relishing my wife’s chagrin.
Sheila wasn’t allowing any hesitation though and she effortlessly unhooked the front of my wife’s bra and let her pale white orbs spill out. The crew was delighted and started giving catcalls and shouts of arousal.
“Look at these nice pink nipples, Hefe,” said Sheila, talking up my wife’s goods. “They look tasty, right?”
“Yeah,” said Hefe. His mouth was hanging open as he and his pals ogled my wife’s bare chest and I could feel my member swelling in my pants at the sight. I never thought I would be aroused to see my wife put on display for manual laborers under an overpass, but it really was kinky.
“Now show them that ass, mama,” coaxed Sheila, turning my wife around brusquely and lifting her skirt.
“Oh boy,” said my wife. She was facing me with her rear pointed at the landscapers when her eyes widened in shock as Sheila pulled her panties right down to her ankles. The Mexicans gave a fresh shout of appreciation and Yo-Yo was tittering into her hand.
“Yeah, I’ll tap that, how much?” said Hefe, stepping forward and unzipping his fly.
“One hundred dollars!” shouted Sheila triumphantly.
“Get the fuck outa here!” cried Hefe. He was frozen in his tracks with his stiff prick in his hand.
“Don’t you think I’m worth it?” asked my wife with a pout as she wiggled her bare round rump at the chubby Mexican man. She was starting to get into the swing of things now.
“Baby, you clean, but a hundred dollars buys a LOT of skanky pussy,” said Hefe. He was absently stroking his rod as he admired my wife’s naked ass.
“I ain’t that skanky, Hefe,” complained Yo-Yo stamping her foot. She was clearly jealous of the impression my wife was making.
“Lookit this pink,” said Sheila. My wife gasped again as the brazen white whore reached down and actually spread Vera’s labia so that the Mexicans could see the pink of her vagina. Sheila hesitated. “She’ll do two for that much.”
“I will?” asked Vera.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine, don’t worry,” whispered Sheila.
The mexicans were conferring amongst themselves now, pooling their cash. A moment later Hefe and a tall skinny fellow with bad acne stepped forward with a fistful of bills. Sheila snatched the dough and then stepped aside. “Have at her,” she said with a flourish.
Hefe practically pounced on my wife from behind. He prodded her right in the ass with his stiff dong and gripped her bare boobs in his hands while he gnawed hungrily on Vera’s long white neck. She cried out in surprise and then started whimpering and moaning in passion as the burly Mexican pinched her stiff nipples with his rough calloused fingers. The tall fellow came around in front of my wife and bashfully unzipped his pants. Vera gaped in amazement at the size of the erection that came popping out. It was truly a massive piece of meat, but the poor fellow really seemed embarrassed as he asked my wife to suck it for him.
My own erection was stiff again as I watched Hefe bend my wife over so he could insert his cock into her from behind while the tall guy put his huge swinging dong in front of her face. Vera grabbing that big tool and wasted no time getting it into her mouth. She started sucking and slurping on it hungrily, making little moans and humming back in her throat with pleasure. Meanwhile Hefe with sweat pouring down his face, was gripping my wife’s hips so hard his knuckles were turning white as he pumped away, dogging her from behind. I pulled out my own meager pecker. I didn’t care about anything at that point. I started stroking it shamelessly as I watched my wife being violated by these peasants. It was very arousing.
The tall mexican bent down to cup my wife’s swinging udders in his hands and it helped him cum. He pulled his thing out of my wife’s mouth and blew his wad all over her face, spurt after hot spurt, coating her cheeks with cum as she licked his head hungrily, coaxing him on. A moment later Hefe gave a loud grunt and ground himself desperately as he clung to my wife’s ample rear. He looked like a little chihuahua humping a fine poodle as he emptied his load into my tall graceful wife from behind.
The sight of the little brown man pumping his sperm into my wife made me cum again, but I didn’t have much left since I had just ejaculated minutes before, so there was only a tiny dribble. Still it was satisfying. I actually felt really elated to see my haughty wife brought so low, fucked like a common street whore. The Mexicans, for their part, edged awkwardly away and climbed back into their truck and were gone without further adieu.
“Oh my gosh, that was fucking intense,” panted my wife as he dabbed at the jizm on her face. “I came like three times, Harry! Did you see the size of that boy’s cock? It was amazing! I couldn’t get enough.” My wife was struggling to get her panties pulled back up. So I went and helped her arrange herself, pulling her skirt back down as she wrangled her big boobs together and got them back inside her bra.
“I think I should get a cut,” said Sheila, handing my wife back a portion of the bills. “Twenty percent!”
“That’s fine, dear,” said my wife. “You can keep it.”
“No bitch, you EARNED that shit,” insisted Sheila, thrusting the bills toward my wife.
“Well, then, give that to my pimp,” laughed my wife. Vera was taken aback by the girl’s intensity.
Sheila gave me the damp bills and I gave her back her gun which she quickly re-deposited in the shopping bag a few yards away.
“My first ill-gotten gains,” chuckled my wife as we headed back to the car.
“Pleasure doing business with you, mama!” Sheila called, waving gayly. “Come back anytime you want to earn some cash.”
And my wife did too. Every couple of weeks she would get ***** and we would go sell her ass under the overpass with Sheila and her compatriots. We started to think of it as a public service as well when we convinced Yo-Yo to re-enroll in community college and got Sheila into a meth rehab program. Our sex life improved dramatically as well. I found it incredibly arousing to re-imagine my wife’s whorish exploits as we had sex in our own bed.
Of course there were some disturbing moments as well. That time when Vera had to service six corrupt policemen at gunpoint was pretty terrifying for me. Though she claimed that she had more orgasms that night than ever before. Also, I did find it pretty humiliating the week when my rival from work showed up and took my wife away to fuck at his apartment with several of his goonish pals. And really, posting those pictures on Facebook was really gauche on his part, I must say. Still, overall, my wife’s prostitution experiment has proven to be a stunning success.
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My wife Vera and I were driving home from the bar one weekend night and as we approached the on ramp she noticed a pair of young women loitering there under the overpass.
“Harold, look at those women! I think they are prostitutes,” gasped Vera craning her neck and slowing the car. She always insists on driving. That’s just how she is.
I scratched my cheek nervously as I looked the women over. They weren’t really dressed the way I imagined prostitutes to dress. They weren’t wearing garters or stockings or anything, just simple sweatpants and halter tops. But it was strange to see two unaccompanied young women hanging out in this dark deserted place. “I don’t think so honey,” I said skeptically.
Vera got that devilish look in her eye that she always gets when she wants to tease me. “I’m telling you, Harry, these are real prostitutes. Do you want me to hire one for you? What would you prefer, a handjob or a blowjob?” My wife cackled with drunken laughter as she pulled the car over near the women and rolled her window down.
I just shook my head and tisked dismissively but my stomach dropped when both girls eagerly came forward and leaned in the window.
“Hey mama, wazzup? You like to party?” asked one of the girls. She was a white girl with an inch of dark roots showing beneath her poorly bleached and frizzy hairdo. Her makeup was simply atrocious. Her blue eyeliner made her look like a clown.
Vera giggled with excitement. “How much for a blowjob for my husband?”
“Vera!” I gasped in shock. I couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Ten dollars,” put in the other girl with a shrug. She was hispanic or maybe part black with huge lips and a mass of black curly hair.
“For 15$ we could both suck it,” offered the white girl. She looked at her companion and rubbed her nose.
“Sure,” agreed the darker girl giving me a coldly calculating stare. “That guy don’t look like he would take too long.”
Vera broke out laughing as my face burned with shame. “You’ve got that right, girl. You’ve got that right for sure. He’ll probably cum before you get his peter out of his pants.”
“Vera stop it!” I choked. I didn’t appreciate being humiliated in front of street whores like this.
“She’s got your number, Harry, you can’t deny it. She has the eye of a professional,” said my wife. She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a twenty. “Here, all I have is a twenty,” said my wife, handing over the bill to the brown girl.
“We can make change,” said the white girl. She hurriedly reached down the front of her shit and pulled out a wad of cash.
“No no, you can keep the change,” said my wife. She eyed the woman’s wad as the whores traded a ten for the twenty so they could split the loot. “That’s quite a take, did you make that all tonight?”
The white girl flashed her roll of bills proudly. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Then she tucked the cash back between her breasts.
“I would like to know, I think this is all very fascinating. Do you have a pimp?” My wife’s eyes were shining with excitement.
The girls exchanged a worried glance but said nothing.
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid we are police? I assure we aren’t,” said my wife with concern. “I’m just curious.”
“Ah no, mama, we know all the police, that’s cool,” said the hispanic girl. “We just don’t like to talk too much, you know. We just do our thing and you can split.”
“Whatever, Yo-yo, she’s cool, I can tell,” said the white girl. She turned chattily to my wife. “Down here, we don’t need no pimp. This is po-po’s corner, so we just pay our tax and we cool.”
I was confused for a moment as parsed out her meaning. “You don’t mean that you pay the police?!” I gasped when I finally understood her.
“He’s pretty stupid, huh?” the hispanic girl asked my wife.
“Well, yes, about some things,” admitted my wife. She turned to face me. “You must have seen the news about police corruption in Oakland, haven’t you dear?”
“Let’s just suck this dude off and get on with it,” sighed the hispanic girl. And the two young women came around to my side of the car while my wife rolled down my window.
“You can’t be serious about this!” I objected to my wife.
“Oh, stop being such a prude,” admonished my wife. “Why I think this will be incredibly exciting. Most husbands would jump at the chance to get their penis sucked by a strange woman after 20 years of marriage to the same old bag.”
“You’re no old bag and you know it,” I said.
“What’s the matter, poppi? Don’t you like boobies?” asked the hispanic girl. And then she lifted up her shirt and stuck her brown nipples right in my face.
It was pretty shocking. I had these big round, soft, brown breasts smushed into my face while the girl giggled. She grabbed the back of my head to keep my face pressed against her chest while the white girl leaned her whole torso into the car and and started unzipping my fly.
“He’s hard already,” said the white girl with satisfaction as she extracted my penis. “Not much more than a mouthful though,” she joked and my wife laughed along.
“Mmmph,” I complained, but I couldn’t see anything with the big brown titties in my face.
I felt the white girl’s hot wet mouth on the tip of my cock and I nearly came right then. It was pretty kinky.
“Here, hold her boobs honey, that will help you,” coaxed my wife and she took my hands and put the white girls exposed breasts into the palm of my hands while the whore sucked me harder and harder. I have to admit, it was more than I could take and I immediately climaxed, spurting my modest load into the girl’s greedy mouth.
“Wow, that’s it?” giggled the girl. The brown boobs were removed from my face and the white girl opened her mouth to show my wife the cum on her tongue before turning and spitting it out on the road. She and her pal had their tits tucked away in a jiffy and started walking away, laughing as they went.
“Wow, that was hot,” panted my wife. I noticed that she had her skirt bunched up around her waist and was touching herself. “I’m going to get a lot of mileage out of this during my nightly rub session.”
“I feel… odd,” I said as I wiped my limp penis off with my handkerchief.
“I want to try that,” said my wife hoarsely. Her cheeks were flushed.
“What, suck my penis?” I asked nervously. It was still tender. “I need time to recover, dear.”
“No, you fool, the hooking, the prostitution,” she said watching the girls as they resumed their positions on the corner. “To just pleasure a complete stranger for cash and then walk away. That was a fantasy of mine when I was a young girl.”
“Come on,” I chortled. “Now you are really going too far.”
“Oh, please, you are such a milquetoast sometimes. Where is your sense of adventure? Wouldn’t you find it kinky to watch me sucking off some random guy in his car for a ten dollar bill? It would be simply WILD!”
“You’ve clearly lost your mind.”
“Oh my god, our sex life has gotten so BOOORING! I’m sick of it. We need to spice things up a little. Here, give me your wallet, I want to buy some information from these girls.”
I reluctantly offered up my billfold and Vera snatched it from my hand. She jumped out of the car and walked purposefully toward the two prostitutes. I got out myself and followed, hoping in vain to talk some sense into my lustful wife.
“No refunds!” said the hispanic girl as my wife approached.
“No, no, everything was fine, I just want to ask you two some questions,” said Vera. She held up my wallet invitingly.
“Bitch, I’m here to work, not to gab,” sneered the brown girl. I could tell she didn’t like my wife.
A beat up pickup truck pulled over and a brown faced mexican fellow leaned out his window and whistled at the girls. The hispanic girl went running to greet him, but the white girl hesitated. She bit her lip and looked back and forth between my wife and the John.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” assured my wife. She pulled out a couple of twenties and the white girl’s eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, mama, I’d eat your snatch for that much, and I don’t even go that way,” gasped the girl taking the money and tucking it away quickly.
“Uh, no,” said my wife. “I’m not interested in that. I just want to know how this all works. How do I turn tricks?”
The white whore laughed in her face. “The fuck you talking about, lady?”
“What’s the matter, do you think I’m too old?” asked my wife. She pulled at her temples self-consciously like she does at home when she contemplated getting a facelift.
The white girl looked confused. “No, I mean, you look better than half the bitches out here who half your age, you got that tits and ass too, but it’s just….” The girl wrinkled her brow. “You a classy lady. You got a husband…”
“You saw my husband’s dick,” laughed my wife.
“Hey now!” I complained. But it was hard to be angry since I was still experiencing that post-orgasm glow from all the boobs and sucking I had been given.
“Well you got a nice car,” objected the girl.
“It’s not for the money,” explained my wife. “I need excitement in my life.”
“Bitch, you crazy,” laughed the white girl. “You think this shit is EXCITING? Sucking some smelly old nutsacks for a ten?”
“Ahh, ahh,” cried the mexican in the truck and I turned to see the brown girl bouncing up and down on his lap in the cab of his truck.
“Just watching her is making me wet,” said my wife.
We all turned and watched as the brown girl brought her trick to climax and then she deftly slipped out of the truck and pulled her sweatpants back up. He John was smiling groggily as he put the truck in gear and pulled away.
“Jose make me work it tonight,” said the hispanic girl, rubbing her rump ruefully. “Why this crazy white bitch still here?”
“She so crazy, she wants to turn some tricks for fun,” said the white girl pointing to my wife.
The hispanic girl looked my wife over critically. “Turn around,” she commanded.
My wife turned and showed her rear to the saucy young whore.
“Damn she got some ass,” admitted the harlot. “But you can’t whore in that office outfit. You need easy access, hoe!” She pulled her waistband with a snap.
“Oh, so that’s why you wear the sweatpants,” said my wife thoughtfully. “It’s not very flattering, though.”
“These niggas that come down here for pussy don’t give two fucks for flattering,” laughed the hispanic girl.
“Ok, but I don’t want to go home and change, I might lose my nerve,” said my wife, biting her lip.
“Come on, this is preposterous,” I said. I took my wife by the elbow and tried to lead her back to the car but she dug in her heels and slapped my hand away.
“Get your hands off me, Harold. I am DOING this,” hissed my wife. She was angry enough to make me recoil in shock. “You haven’t satisfied me in the bedroom in YEARS!”
“Vera you are *****,” I sighed.
“Yes, I am,” she admitted. “But I wouldn’t have the guts to try this sober. Now will you just calm down and let me do this? It’s an experiment. It might save our sex life. You owe it to me.” She was on the verge of tears at this point and I honestly felt guilty for my lack of sexual prowess.
So I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Ok, ok, you will probably chicken out if you actually get propositioned anyway.”
Vera hugged me and turned to the white girl. “Ok, now what do I do? Do we just wait for the next customer? What do I say? This is so exciting!”
“Look, let me do the talking. We’ll tell the tricks that hubby is your pimp if anyone asks,” said the pale girl with her clownish makeup. She held her finger up and then went and rummaged in a crumpled paper bag sitting by one of the freeway support pylons. When she came back, she was holding a handgun. I nearly jumped at the sight of it, but she came right over to me and stuck it in the waistband of my pants.
“Is this really necessary?” I gasped. Things were getting a little more serious than I hoped.
“Try not to piss yourself, but things can get a little sketchy down here,” said the young whore. She pulled my jacket closed and patted me on the cheek condescendingly.
“Oh look, it’s El Hefe and and a couple of his boys!” shouted the brown whore excitedly. “El Hefe might like a shot at a rich lady for once.” A king cab pickup full of Mexicans pulled up to curb and a jolly looking fellow with fat face and sparkling eyes leaned out the driver’s side window.
“Que pasa, bitches? You busy?” shouted El Hefe.
“Let me handle this, Yo-Yo,” hissed the white girl to her friend. Then she motioned for El Hefe to get out and join us on the sidewalk.
The fat man obliged, climbing out and hitching up his jeans clumsily as he ambled over. A couple of his pals jumped out as well. They looked like a landscaping crew from the way they were covered in dirt.
“Wazzup Hefe, we gots a new girl for you tonight. She a classy callgirl fallen on hard times, needs to make a quick buck,” said the white girl motioning to my wife.
Vera blushed and waved at the men bashfully.
“For reals?” asked El Hefe skeptically. “She sure don’t look like no whore.”
“A callgirl don’t have to dress like a whore, dumbass,” the brown girl told him. His pals broke out laughing at the insult, but Hefe just smiled good naturedly.
“And who that, then?” he asked, pointing to me.
“That’s her pimp,” said the white girl confidently. All the men broke out laughing again.
“I slap down that little bald white man with a quickness,” chuckled El Hefe.
“He’s packing,” sniffed the brown girl.
“Yes, I’m afraid I am,” I told the crew leader. I opened my jacket and smiled at the Mexicans with embarrassment as I showed them the firearm in my waistband.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” said El Hefe in amazement. “What you all trying to pull, Yo-Yo?”
“Ask Sheila!” said Yo-Yo, pointing to the white girl.
“Come on now Hefe,” said Sheila. She took my wife by the hand and lead her closer to the landscapers. “When’s the last time you had a crack at some fine ass pussy like this? Show them your titties, mama.”
My wife blanched at the suggestion, but then she smiled nervously and started fumbling with the buttons of her silk blouse. The Mexicans looked on hungrily as my wife got her blouse undone and pulled it open to show them her bosoms encased in her lacy white bra.
“She real fancy,” admitted El Hefe, fingering his crotch. “Take the bra off, let’s see them bad boys.”
Vera gave me a look of trepidation, but I just shrugged nonchalantly. The gun was making me feel powerful and I was relishing my wife’s chagrin.
Sheila wasn’t allowing any hesitation though and she effortlessly unhooked the front of my wife’s bra and let her pale white orbs spill out. The crew was delighted and started giving catcalls and shouts of arousal.
“Look at these nice pink nipples, Hefe,” said Sheila, talking up my wife’s goods. “They look tasty, right?”
“Yeah,” said Hefe. His mouth was hanging open as he and his pals ogled my wife’s bare chest and I could feel my member swelling in my pants at the sight. I never thought I would be aroused to see my wife put on display for manual laborers under an overpass, but it really was kinky.
“Now show them that ass, mama,” coaxed Sheila, turning my wife around brusquely and lifting her skirt.
“Oh boy,” said my wife. She was facing me with her rear pointed at the landscapers when her eyes widened in shock as Sheila pulled her panties right down to her ankles. The Mexicans gave a fresh shout of appreciation and Yo-Yo was tittering into her hand.
“Yeah, I’ll tap that, how much?” said Hefe, stepping forward and unzipping his fly.
“One hundred dollars!” shouted Sheila triumphantly.
“Get the fuck outa here!” cried Hefe. He was frozen in his tracks with his stiff prick in his hand.
“Don’t you think I’m worth it?” asked my wife with a pout as she wiggled her bare round rump at the chubby Mexican man. She was starting to get into the swing of things now.
“Baby, you clean, but a hundred dollars buys a LOT of skanky pussy,” said Hefe. He was absently stroking his rod as he admired my wife’s naked ass.
“I ain’t that skanky, Hefe,” complained Yo-Yo stamping her foot. She was clearly jealous of the impression my wife was making.
“Lookit this pink,” said Sheila. My wife gasped again as the brazen white whore reached down and actually spread Vera’s labia so that the Mexicans could see the pink of her vagina. Sheila hesitated. “She’ll do two for that much.”
“I will?” asked Vera.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine, don’t worry,” whispered Sheila.
The mexicans were conferring amongst themselves now, pooling their cash. A moment later Hefe and a tall skinny fellow with bad acne stepped forward with a fistful of bills. Sheila snatched the dough and then stepped aside. “Have at her,” she said with a flourish.
Hefe practically pounced on my wife from behind. He prodded her right in the ass with his stiff dong and gripped her bare boobs in his hands while he gnawed hungrily on Vera’s long white neck. She cried out in surprise and then started whimpering and moaning in passion as the burly Mexican pinched her stiff nipples with his rough calloused fingers. The tall fellow came around in front of my wife and bashfully unzipped his pants. Vera gaped in amazement at the size of the erection that came popping out. It was truly a massive piece of meat, but the poor fellow really seemed embarrassed as he asked my wife to suck it for him.
My own erection was stiff again as I watched Hefe bend my wife over so he could insert his cock into her from behind while the tall guy put his huge swinging dong in front of her face. Vera grabbing that big tool and wasted no time getting it into her mouth. She started sucking and slurping on it hungrily, making little moans and humming back in her throat with pleasure. Meanwhile Hefe with sweat pouring down his face, was gripping my wife’s hips so hard his knuckles were turning white as he pumped away, dogging her from behind. I pulled out my own meager pecker. I didn’t care about anything at that point. I started stroking it shamelessly as I watched my wife being violated by these peasants. It was very arousing.
The tall mexican bent down to cup my wife’s swinging udders in his hands and it helped him cum. He pulled his thing out of my wife’s mouth and blew his wad all over her face, spurt after hot spurt, coating her cheeks with cum as she licked his head hungrily, coaxing him on. A moment later Hefe gave a loud grunt and ground himself desperately as he clung to my wife’s ample rear. He looked like a little chihuahua humping a fine poodle as he emptied his load into my tall graceful wife from behind.
The sight of the little brown man pumping his sperm into my wife made me cum again, but I didn’t have much left since I had just ejaculated minutes before, so there was only a tiny dribble. Still it was satisfying. I actually felt really elated to see my haughty wife brought so low, fucked like a common street whore. The Mexicans, for their part, edged awkwardly away and climbed back into their truck and were gone without further adieu.
“Oh my gosh, that was fucking intense,” panted my wife as he dabbed at the jizm on her face. “I came like three times, Harry! Did you see the size of that boy’s cock? It was amazing! I couldn’t get enough.” My wife was struggling to get her panties pulled back up. So I went and helped her arrange herself, pulling her skirt back down as she wrangled her big boobs together and got them back inside her bra.
“I think I should get a cut,” said Sheila, handing my wife back a portion of the bills. “Twenty percent!”
“That’s fine, dear,” said my wife. “You can keep it.”
“No bitch, you EARNED that shit,” insisted Sheila, thrusting the bills toward my wife.
“Well, then, give that to my pimp,” laughed my wife. Vera was taken aback by the girl’s intensity.
Sheila gave me the damp bills and I gave her back her gun which she quickly re-deposited in the shopping bag a few yards away.
“My first ill-gotten gains,” chuckled my wife as we headed back to the car.
“Pleasure doing business with you, mama!” Sheila called, waving gayly. “Come back anytime you want to earn some cash.”
And my wife did too. Every couple of weeks she would get ***** and we would go sell her ass under the overpass with Sheila and her compatriots. We started to think of it as a public service as well when we convinced Yo-Yo to re-enroll in community college and got Sheila into a meth rehab program. Our sex life improved dramatically as well. I found it incredibly arousing to re-imagine my wife’s whorish exploits as we had sex in our own bed.
Of course there were some disturbing moments as well. That time when Vera had to service six corrupt policemen at gunpoint was pretty terrifying for me. Though she claimed that she had more orgasms that night than ever before. Also, I did find it pretty humiliating the week when my rival from work showed up and took my wife away to fuck at his apartment with several of his goonish pals. And really, posting those pictures on Facebook was really gauche on his part, I must say. Still, overall, my wife’s prostitution experiment has proven to be a stunning success.
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