No Money No Honey - Finale - Maybe

Amy and I were both totally exhausted when we got into our car. "Are you as excited as I am?" she asked me.

"Yes," I said, "but I won't be able to do anything for a couple hours. I'm definitely not twenty-two anymore."

"Me, either. Maybe we should go to a bar for a couple drinks and unwind."

"About the only bars that would let you in with that dress would be strip clubs. I'm surprised that we were allowed in here."

There was a tapping on the driver's side window. A thirty-something couple stood outside. I opened the window halfway. "Yes?" I said.

"We're George and Sarah," the man said. "We just wanted to tell you how exciting it was to watch you. I can't wait to get home."

"Maybe we should go to a party," Sarah said.

"That's great idea," George said to her. "We certainly let off some steam there." He turned back to me. "We're swingers. You know. Wife swappers. We would love to play with you."

Sarah bent over to talk to Amy. I took a deep breath as her low cut dress sagged enough for me to see all of her tits, including the nipples. "Where did you get that dress?" she asked. "It would be perfect to wear to a sex party."

"I made it," Amy said.

"I don't know how to sew. Could you make one for me?"

"Fabric stores have classes. That's where I learned."

"What do you say?" George said. "Would you like to play with us?"

I looked at Amy, who shook her head. "It's very flattering of you to ask," I said. "I'm sure it would be fun, but it's not our thing."

Sarah's disappointment showed on her face as she stood up. George remained bent over. "Sarah is wild in bed," he said. "You would love fucking her. Think about it." Amy slipped one of her cards into my hand. "Your wife is hot too. Very hot. I'd give five hundred dollars to sleep with her."

I slid the card into his hand. "We've thought about it." He looked at the card and smiled.

I rolled up the car windows as they walked away. "That's three potential new customers for you," I said as I slipped my hand down to her pussy and gently circled her clit with my fingertip.

"I think I'm going to like having you as my pimp," she said. "No one has ever offered me five hundred before."

"When did you start?'

"I sold my virginity on my eighteen birthday for a hundred dollars. That was a lot of money for a high school girl. I raised my rate to two hundred in college."

"Why...?" She trembled suddenly.

"You know my body so well. You'd better have another twenty or we will both be very frustrated." I pulled the money out of my pocket and laid it on the seat between us. She immediately shoved it into her purse. My finger went back to its target. "That's perfect. Anyway, I've always been boy crazy. I was born horny. I decided to take advantage of my condition."

"I was going to ask why you are still charging two hundred. I would expect an economist to keep track of inflation."

She had opened my fly and extracted my stiffy. "You're right." Her thumb circled the head of my dick making me shudder. "I've fallen down on the job. I had better raise my price to three hundred." Her lips encircled my shaft. I felt her tongue slide up and down my meat and across my knob.

There was a tap on the passenger side window. I glanced up and saw Mike standing beside the car. A tap on the driver's window got Amy's attention. "Those kids need to learn some manners," I mumbled.

We repositioned ourselves in our seats. I opened the windows. "Hi," I said to Susan as Amy turned to talk to Mike.

Susan leaned against the car and spoke softly trying, miserably, to sound sexy. "We sorry to interrupt, but we have something important to ask. So far, Mike has been the only one to pay me. It doesn't make me feel like a real whore when he is the only one."

"My goodness! It has been less than three hours since you decided to do it."

"I know, but we're really eager to get started. Would you be my first real customer? Mike would like Amy to be the first woman he pays."

"I hope you're not an accountant," Amy and I said in unison. We laughed at our simultaneous remark. Mike and Susan appeared shocked.

I unlocked the doors. "Get in so we can talk privately," I said as I closed the windows. They slid into the back seat. Amy and I turned to face them. "Let's get serious. Do you really want to do it, or is this just a fantasy that you are trying to act out? Be honest with us and with yourselves."

"I really want to fuck Amy," Mike said, "and I want you to fuck Susan. We both will make two hundred dollars. I don't understand why that's a problem."

Amy and I both shook our heads. "Listen to yourself," Amy said. "If you give me two hundred and Ed gives Susan two hundred, the money just goes in a circle. We all are back where we started. Nobody makes a profit."

"Why does there have to be a profit?" Susan asked.

"What is the goal of a business? Any business?"

"A business? I guess to make a profit."

"Right. Prostitution is a business. Keep that in mind at all times. It has revenue. Revenue occurs when you sell a service or merchandise. Your body is merchandise. Taking away expenses leaves the profit."

"Earlier it sounded like a lot of fun. Now it's just a job."

"I can't think of a job that's more fun. I get orgasms from my customers during the day while Ed's at work and more at night from him. I learn new techniques that I can use with him. It's a wonderful way to make money."

"Okay. I like the cards with the phone number. Who do I give them to?'

"Any guy who looks like he has money. Where do you work?"

"I'm a cocktail waitress at a hotel bar. It's not much of a job, but it pays the bills."

"That's the perfect job. Just give one face down to every guy who orders a drink. Your phone won't stop ringing."

"What if he is with his wife? I don't want to destroy any marriages."

"On our way out, I gave one of mine to a married man right in front of his wife. Most of my customers are married. You solicited my husband in front of me. He's no different than any other man."

"One of the most important elements of a marriage is trust," I said. "If you make a promise, you have to keep it. In our wedding vows, we promised to love, honor, and cherish each other. I did not know until tonight that she was fucking other men for money. Guess what. I don't care. At the end of the day, I love her. She loves me. It's the greatest feeling in the world. Only death will take her away from me."

We all fell silent. Mike's lips quivered as he stared at Susan. She folded her hands in her lap and stared out the window. "Mike," she said softly, "if I become a prostitute, will you still love me?"

His voice shook as he unhesitatingly said, "Yes."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

"Hell, yes! I understand what all that implies, but I've never been happier in my life!"

"Then you owe me twenty dollars. There's a bank across the street with an ATM. Get enough cash out for the weekend."

"Ed. Amy. We apologize for ruining your fun. I now realize that I can't spend another second of my life without my whore."

"Nor I without mine," I said. I held out my hand to him. "Congratulations and good luck."

Amy laid her head on my shoulder as we watched hem walk to their car holding hands and staring lovingly into each other's eyes. "Young men can become very jealous and possessive. I hope he can handle her hooking."

"He can."

"Did you mean what you said about not being able to live without your whore?" She paused a moment before opening her purse and taking out my twenty. "I don't need any more of these."

I wrapped her fingers around the money. "I made a promise."

Monday morning, I gathered my computer manuals to take to work. The children had already left for school. As usual, I wrapped my free hand around Amy's waist and held her tightly against me. We did our tongue twist as I kissed her goodbye. "Have a good day," she whispered.

"Do you have any appointments for today?" I asked.

"That phone is never on when you or the children are around. I don't know yet if anyone wants me. Remember what I told you at dinner. Nothing is going to change. I will never tell you if I have done anybody or who they are or what they are like. Now go to work so I can clean up the kitchen."

"Maybe I should pass out some of" your cards at work."

"With that bunch of gossips you work with, you'd be fired before the week is over." She was right. I went to the garage door and gripped the knob. "Hey, pimp," she called to me. I stopped and she came over to me. Her hand found my crotch, and she started to rub my cock through my pants. My breathing quickened as my dick became clearly outlined against my fly. As I began to pant and was about to create a wet spot, she stopped. "Remember to stop at the ATM." Like I could forget.

It was difficult to keep my eyes on traffic as I drove to work. Questions kept running through my head. Did she have her phone on yet? Was it ringing? I pictured her making a date in my mind. Would she invite him to our house or go to him? She would probably make it an outcall so he wouldn't know where she lived. What would she wear? Her boobs were firm enough that she wouldn't need a bra. What about panties? Maybe she would wear a thong or a g-string. Would he just shove it aside? Or would she take it off first? Would she just throw herself at him, or would she do a slow tease? Considering how often she teased me, that would be her most likely approach. She loved sex as much as I did. We always did what we could to prolong it. How big was his dick? Was he bigger than me? Longer? Fatter? Both? Perhaps smaller? She said she had three or four guys a week. Maybe this would be one of her days off. By the time I got to work, I was soft enough to walk normally to my cubicle.

Concentrating on work was as difficult as driving. Images of Amy being fucked kept running through my mind. Three times I went to the men's room to masturbate. Even with a sedentary job like programming, I was very tired when I went home.

"Hi, Dad," my daughter called to me from the kitchen. I saw a vase of red roses on the dining room table. I hadn't sent them.

"Hi, Honey," I called back.

Amy saw me staring at the flowers. "They are from Jason and Helen," she said, "for our anniversary. They are cooking dinner for us tonight." She took my hand and led me to our bedroom.

"Don't get too busy in there," Jason hollered. "Dinner's almost ready."

She closed the door as I laid my twenty on her nightstand. "How was your day?" she asked casually.

"I probably spent more time thinking about you than working," I said. "How was yours?"

"Pretty normal. I did some laundry. Went grocery shopping."

"Anything else?"

"Maybe." She smiled at me. "Maybe not. I said I wouldn't kiss and tell."

Gradually I was able to force my mind back to its former state before Amy's revelation. I still wondered what or who she was doing, but I could at least get through my workday without extra trips to the men's room.

One night as we curled up to each other in bed, with the money on her nightstand, she said, "Remember Mike and Susan from the restaurant? He called."

"You said you would never kiss and tell," I replied.

"They are getting married in two weeks. We're invited to the wedding."

"That's wonderful! Did he say if Susan is in business?"

"Oh, yes. She has more customers than I do. Remember, you said you wanted me to fuck him. He still wants me."

The thought of that young stud banging my wife sent my passions into high gear. "Are you going to?" I said breathlessly. My cock was growing.

"Let's just say he has the makings of a good lover."

"So you've already fucked him?" She held up two fingers. "And he didn't complain about the higher price. He wants more lessons." My fingers were tracing a line up her thighs to her pussy lips. She gasped when I touched her clit. "Susan still wants you too. He gave me her phone number."

"Are you okay with it?"

Amy reached into her nightstand drawer, pulled out three one-hundred-dollar bills and a slip of paper, and handed them to me. "Go get her."