No Money No Honey - Follow-Up

Amy and I went into the restaurant. The guy greeting us noticed her freshly fucked pussy exposed to all who looked. His pants outlined his dick as he led us to our table near the rear of the dining room. More than one husband got his arm slapped as we went by. "Michele will be with you shortly," our host said. "Here is our wine list." He was breathing heavily as he walked away.

I pushed the wine list aside. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Amy's eyes showed that she was genuinely concerned about my feelings. "I understand why you are upset," she said.

"Of course I'm upset. What do you expect? After twenty years of fabulous, lust filled marriage, my wife tells me she is a prostitute."

She looked down at the table. Her jerking back confirmed that she was crying. When she raised her head, her makeup was smeared with her tears. "I never wanted you to know. Please, Ed. You have to believe me."

"Then why did you announce it, tonight of all nights? On our anniversary? And in front of those two kids? You were right about advertising."

"I don't know. It just came out. It seemed like a natural part of the conversation. He mentioned escort prices. I guess I thought I should confirm what he said."

I took my handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her. "Your makeup is running."

"Thank you." She took the cloth and dabbed her cheeks. "I probably have to go to the ladies' room to fix my face. Look. When you divorce me, I won't contest it. You will get everything, including the children. The court will definitely rule that I am an unfit mother and deny me even visiting privileges."

"Wait a minute! Wait a four-letter-word minute! You are anything but an unfit mother. We are both very involved with their lives. I've heard them tell their friends that we are the coolest parents. There is no way that I would hurt them. Our divorce would destroy them."

"So we should stay together for their sakes? That's very noble, but they would see the change in our relationship. They would see that something was wrong." She gave me back the handkerchief. "I have to fix my makeup." She got up and went to the restroom.

Even before the ladies' room door closed, a woman three tables away stood up and stomped over to me. "How dare you bring that tramp into a respectable place like this?" she shouted.

"She is not a tramp. She is my wife," I growled.

"I am not stupid enough to believe that. If she comes anywhere near my husband I will kill her."

"And then you would spend the rest of your life in prison. I could have you locked up for threatening her life. If you were smart, you would know that."

Amy had been standing by the restroom holding the front of her dress closed. The instant I said wife, she released it and strode proudly back to our table. Facing the woman, she sat down with her legs spread wide apart. "Are you soliciting my husband?" she demanded.

"I'm a decent woman, unlike you."

"We are very happily married," Amy said as she held up her left hand. I held mine next to hers to display our matching wedding bands. "Somehow I suspect you aren't. Now go back to your table and pay more attention to your own marriage." As the woman walked away, Amy turned to me. "Thank you for defending me."

"You are my wife," I said. "It's my duty as your husband."

"It makes me very happy to hear you say that. Now for the big question: Do you want to keep me?"

"Amy, right now I don't even know how to think, let alone what. This is so unexpected. If we stay together, I know you will be fucking other men. I won't know where or when. I won't know if you enjoy them more than me. It's too much all at once."

"I agree that it's a lot. We should talk some more. Although outside you said you have not been totally faithful."

"That's true. I guess a hypocrite has no business throwing stones. It was mostly when I was away on business trips where you couldn't catch me."

"How many?"

"Maybe eight over the years. How about you?"

"Three or four a week. I have a regular clientele. I only do them during the day while you are at work. Nights and weekends are strictly for us and the children."

"I guess that last part could be considered being faithful."

"Ed, I love you. I don't want to lose you. You can have all the other girls you want. I could fix you up with some of my friends; they won't make you pay. I know I deserve it, but please don't throw me out of your life."

"Hello, love birds," a male voice behind me said. "We hope you are enjoying your celebration." It was the young couple we had met outside. "By the way, I'm Mike, and this...this is my whore Susan."

Susan opened her purse and displayed a twenty-dollar bill. "It's official," she said. "I just turned my first trick with him. You were right. The money does make it more exciting."

"Congratulations," I said. "Oh, I'm Ed and she is Amy."

"We are very happy that we met you," Mike said. "You have really opened our eyes to all the possibilities our bodies offer."

"He said I could also be an escort. That way we can buy a house sooner. To be fair, I'm letting him visit other girls."

"He will have to pay them," Amy said. "There goes your profit margin."

"We expect that I will see more men than he will girls. It should work out. There is one thing we need advice on, if you don't mind. How do I find customers?" Amy pulled a business card from her purse and slipped it into Mike's hand. He looked at it, and then handed it to Susan. "There's only a phone number on it."

"I'll remember how I got it," Mike said.

"Everyone does," Amy said.

"Remember," I said, "she will cost you two hundred."

"Don't forget I'm available for a price too," Susan said. "We need to get back to our table. Happy anniversary."

As Mike and Susan walked away, Amy leaned across the table and whispered, "What is going on in your head? Fifteen minutes ago, you were horrified about me being a prostitute. Now you are being my pimp."

"Yes, I know I'm being contradictory," I said. "My whole world is in turmoil. When you gave him that card and said what is was for, I suddenly visualized you in bed with him. It's turning me on like crazy."

"Do you want me to fuck him?"

"Yes!"

"He will be paying me."

"I know. That makes it even hotter. Amy, you are the most desirable woman I know. That other men find you desirable enough to pay you only proves that marrying you was the smartest thing I've ever done."

"I am going to continue screwing my customers. Nothing is going to change."

"Except that I know about it."

"True. That is a pretty big change. Would you like to do Susan? Look at her. She's young and pretty. Her boobs are about the same size as mine. I have the money from this afternoon in my purse. If you want her, I'll give it to you."

"She would probably give it to Mike so he could have you. It would be a zero-sum transaction. You wouldn't make any money, and she wouldn't either. You'd be giving it away. You said on our wedding night that there wouldn't be any more freebies."

"That's right. I did. I'll find a way to get you some strange."

Our server arrived and took our drink order. As she left, I took another twenty from my pocket and slid it across the table. "Just in case we don't get to the car in time," I said. Amy smiled as she put the money into her purse.

Dinner was delicious. I love filet mignon, but food was the last thing I wanted to eat. More than once, my knife slid off my steak and clattered onto the plate. We were treated to an anniversary cake for dessert.

As we stood up to leave, Amy glanced across the room and saw her nemesis seated with her back to us. "Good," she said, "she can't see me. He's been staring a hole in my chest all evening. Let's walk past their table so he can get a good look at what he really wants." The man's eyes locked on her naked pussy as we approached. He was plainly agitated. As we walked past him, Amy casually dropped one of her cards in his lap and kept on going.

Five couples were loitering in the parking lot when we stepped outside. "It's them," I heard a woman whisper. Four of the women were rubbing their men's dicks through their trousers. The fifth already had his cock out and was being stroked by his lady. Two miniskirts had been pulled up high enough to reveal a couple of pussies.

I unzipped my fly and pulled my already rigid cock out as we came to the middle of the lot. Amy led me across the tarmac with her hand wrapped around my prick. We stopped just safely out of the line of car traffic. She knelt down and started pumping me with her hand. I looked around. Two men were getting handjobs. "I don't think I can last much longer," I whispered. Amy stood and I dropped down to bury my face in her already dripping pussy. Her knees start to buckle. She put her hands on my shoulders to keep from falling. Soon she grabbed my hand and pulled me to a car that she could lean on. All the guys were getting blowjobs as I slid my boner into Amy's cunt. Her passionate groans echoed off the buildings. Another of her powerful orgasms pushed me out at the right time for our audience to see me shoot my cum all over her ass.

As we turned to face all the people, I saw the decent woman struggling to pull her husband's hands off her breasts. "I bet he calls you tomorrow," I said.

In the distance, Mike and Susan had their own audience. Amy said, "I hope he paid her."