Hello,
My wife Meghan and I usually keep this to ourselves but she once had to have sex with another man for money. Meghan's parents had hospital bills and so Meghan did what she had to do to help her sick dad and also to put herself through college. At first she tried waitressing but she quickly worked out that she could work less and earn more by finding the right guy with deep enough pockets. Meghan is quite a stunning lady so it wasn't too hard to find a wealthy man.
I didn't know about any of this at first. Meghan and I had some mutual friends and we had been dating for six months before I worked out what was going on.
We seldom went out in the evenings and she was always getting messages on her pager. Then one day a friend of mine told me he had seen Meghan at an expensive restaurant with an older gentleman and the penny dropped.
When I confronted Meghan about it she didn't try to hide anything. If anything she was proud that she had managed to put herself through college and save enough for a down payment on a house. We decided to take a break but I quickly realized that I loved Meghan and that I couldn't hold her circumstances against her.
Meghan was happy that I had come round and she confessed to me that while she wasn't about to quit her job, she was finding it increasingly difficult to continue seeing me while hiding it from me. We continued seeing each other for a year and we never talked about Meghan's job although she kept working. She did occasionally do a hooker fantasy for me, getting dressed up real slutty and then fucking my brains out which we both enjoyed. Meghan was always a fucking hellcat in bed.
When we got engaged I didn't ask but Meghan volunteered to give up her job. Her job was really this one rich guy but we still referred to it as her 'job'. I was working full time and making good money and Meghan had a psychology major so she also had plenty of other options. She got some work in advertising and we started to live like a normal couple.
After we got married we found a big house with a yard and moved to the burbs. We were happy together just like any other couple and Meghan's savings allowed us to pay off our dream house a lot faster than we otherwise could have. After a few years I got a promotion or two and Meghan went part time so she could enjoy life more.
I am also very thankful that Meghan hasn't let herself go since we were married. At age thirty nine she still looks good from running and swimming and if anything her confidence and sense of humor make her even sexier than when we were first married. She always gets admiring looks when we go shopping or hang out at Starbucks.
In fact we were hanging out at Starbucks one weekend when Meghan's old life came back to haunt us.
"Oh my god that's Mike!" gasped Meghan when she saw him.
I looked at the fellow who had just walked in. He was a tall guy, about fifty and he wore an expensive-looking suit which gave him a distinguished air. I had no idea who he was but Meghan called out to him and he smiled broadly when he saw her.
"He used to be that guy?" whispered Meghan as she gestured for Mike to come over.
The guy collected his coffee and came and sat down next to Meghan while I sat there trying to absorb what Meghan had just told me.
"Jill!" he said warmly. "It's been a very long time."
"It must be about 12 years," said Meghan. "You're looking well."
"You look more beautiful than ever," said the guy. "And I see that you are now married."
Meghan giggled and introduced me as her husband. I shook the guy's hand and said nothing.
Meghan and Mike caught up for about half an hour and it was like I was not even in the room. They skirted around 'old times' but they joked and laughed about certain places and it was clear that they must have hooked up more than plenty of times back when Meghan had her 'job'. Mike also went out of his way to compliment Meghan on her appearance several times.
As he stood up to leave he very pointedly handed Meghan his card.
"Please call me if you ever want to party," he said politely and with just a quick check to gauge my reaction.
My jaw tightened but Meghan was quick to laugh and protest that "those days were over."
Later that night when we were getting ready for bed, I asked Meghan about Mike.
"Oh he's harmless," said Meghan. "He's just kidding around."
"What did you do with him?" I persisted.
"I'm not going to tell you the details, baby," said Meghan. "That would be breaking my client's confidence."
Meghan seemed to realize that I was suffering the angst of jealousy a little and she quickly reassured me that she loved me and she would never go back to her old life.
"And besides," she continued. "You knew about me when we were dating. And I chose you because you were the only guy who didn't hold it against me."
We made love that night and it was truly two people making love and not just having sex. Something was different, though. Meeting Meghan's old client had reawakened some of the old feelings I used to have about my wife.
"Was the money good?" I asked Meghan as we lay in bed after our lovemaking session.
Meghan looked at me long and hard. She placed her hand on my softening cock and it stirred slightly from her gentle touch.
"You know it was, baby," she whispered. "I put myself through college and paid the down payment on this house, didn't I?"
"And did you... enjoy the work?" I asked hesitantly.
Meghan thought about it for a long time. She hadn't moved her hand and I realized that she was trying to gauge my reaction. I had to admit that my cock was hardening thinking about Meghan getting paid for sex by another man when she was younger.
"I did," said Meghan finally.
When Meghan admitted that she had enjoyed having sex with other men, even while we had been dating, my cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. Meghan looked at me searchingly. She didn't seem at all surprised by my reaction and she pecked me on the cheek tenderly before we went to sleep.
She brought up the subject again the next morning over breakfast.
"We don't need the extra money you know," she said.
"What!?" I asked.
"Well it's obvious you want me to go to work again," said Meghan, "But we don't need the money now."
I suddenly realized that my body hadn't lied the night before , and even talking about it this morning was getting me hard again. Somehow we had crossed an important line in our relationship and nothing would be the same again.
"Don't worry," said Meghan before I could say anything. "Just because we don't need it doesn't mean I won't charge for it! I can probably even lift my fees for inflation!"
We talked about it some more and Meghan agreed that she would call Mike and then we could talk about it some more. Meghan told me that Mike was completely respectable and I didn't have to worry about her safety or diseases or anything. I liked that Meghan would go out and have an enjoyable time, and I liked that we might get a little extra money.
I guess deep down I also liked the thought of my gorgeous sexy wife having slutty hooker sex with another man. I was so horny thinking about it and knowing that it would actually happen that I didn't seem to worry about any of the moral issues. Anyway, Meghan assured me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with safe sex between consenting adults. In fact you could say that this was the foundation of our marriage.
Meghan rang Mike that day and although he was surprised to hear from her he readily agreed to pay for a night of her services. They set it up for the next Saturday night and I spent the next few days with an almost constant hard on thinking about it.
Saturday came around and Meghan disappeared into the bathroom for an hour that afternoon while I waited in the bedroom. She looked completely relaxed when she came out in her robe and when she flashed me a look under the robe I noticed that she had shaved not only her legs but also the tuft of hair on her pussy.
"Mike likes me shaved," she explained.
Then I sat in the bedroom nursing an aching erection as I watched Meghan get dressed. She put on some sexy black and red lingerie and then a black silk blouse and modest skirt. Meghan went to much greater effort than she ever did when we went out, but I guess it was not every night she got paid a large sum of money from a customer.
Meghan looked fantastic and I was the horniest I had ever been. When she put her hair up and started applying her makeup I nearly passed out. Meghan put on lots of dark eyeshadow and her lips were a bright red slash. My sexy suburban wife was transformed into a sex goddess straight out of the pages of a high fashion magazine.
Meghan completed her outfit with some black stiletto heels just as the doorbell rang. It was Mike's driver and Meghan blew me a quick kiss as she tottered out the door and into Mike's limo.
Once 'Jill' had left for the night I was torn between getting worked up and trying to sleep so I could welcome Meghan home in the morning. I would alternate between getting a raging boner thinking about how sexy she looked and feeling sick with jealousy that my lovely wife had gone to spend the night with another man. Waves of arousal washed over me and I was so horny it made me dizzy.
I tried to picture Mike being intimate with my wife. I imagined him putting his hand on her leg and then making out with her in the limo. I imagined her going down on him and then they would make passionate love in his expensive hotel room. He would fuck my wife again and again and she would cry out his name as her orgasms shook through her body.
The temptation to touch myself was almost too great and I knew that I would have cum immediately if I did. Somehow I resisted the urge and after several restless hours I finally drifted off to sleep.
I woke up only a few hours later and bolted out of bed. It was 4am and not even light but I couldn't get back to sleep so I sat down on the couch and waited anxiously for my wife's return.
At first I was worried. What if something happened to her? Would Mike try and force her to do something she didn't want to do? Would she decide to leave me for Mike? He had lots of money and she enjoyed having sex with him. My mind was filled with doubts and fears.
Then I thought about Meghan being with Mike and I became incredibly turned on again despite my jealousy. I pictured Mike caressing her beautiful body as he undressed her. I pictured him eating her shaved pussy until she came.
I wondered if Mike would be aggressive and pin her down while he fucked her roughly, or would he let Meghan take the lead like she used to with me when she dressed up like a hooker. Meghan used to love pushing me onto my back and then riding me with her back to me. Now I wondered what she used to think as she bounced up and down on me. Was she picturing someone else pushing their hard cock up inside her? Did she even care who was fucking her?
By 7am there was still no sign of Meghan so I rang her cellphone but there was no answer after several tries. I was going out of my mind but I told myself that it was still early and they would still be sleeping after an exhausting night of lovemaking. I went to sleep again.
I was startled out of my dream by the sound of Meghan's key turning in the door. She looked messy and we went to the bedroom right away. She grabbed my cock, smiled and knew I wanted to hear all about it. I came though. Right away, with just a few strokes. She smiled and told me she thought that would happen. I cleaned up and she started again. Basically this is what she told me happened:
They went straight to his place. She said she used to kneel on the floor on all fours with no panties on and he wanted to see her like that again. She looked back over her shoulder and called his name sexily. She would beg him to fuck her and it was the hottest sex he ever had. They never did anal but Meghan would talk dirty to him about it, urging him to to fantasize that he was deep inside her ass, where no other man had been (which was truthful). They fucked like that for an hour straight before Mike blew his first load. Meghan had cum twice in that time and was soaked. Then, they showered together and kissed gently for a long time.
They watched some tv, had a drink and then she was nude on the floor, calling to Mike. Begging him to give it to her from behind again and squealing with pleasure as he gave it to her deep and hard. He loved it that way and she knew it and knew how to please. She said she felt the sweat dripping off Mike onto her skin as he possessed her.
Then they were back in the shower, with steaming water dripping down their naked bodies. She told me that this time he pumped in and out relentlessly, pushing her back against the wall of the shower. She wrapped her long legs around him and ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him hard. I almost had a heart attack.
After a while of this she said she turned around and guided him into her from behind. She would lean over and he'd jam it into her while lightly slapping her ass. He'd pump rapidly until his hips were a blur and my wife was screaming with pleasure. Finally Meghan would slip to her knees and take his hard cock in her mouth. He'd groan and Meghan would smile up at him as he filled her with his cum.
That was about it. Nothing spectacular like giant cocks and a zillion orgasms but in a way it was. I was hard and we ha sex again and yes she came with me and kissed me and told me she loved me. I could see it in her eyes. He was just a fuck. A good one but there was no intimacy there. I was relieved and excited.
Bernie
