My Wife was a Pay-to-View Slut - 02
by Ghostwalker
(with input by IrishLass and editing by LarryInSeattle)
(Since I started writing I've been asked on more than one occasion if my stories are true and I can honestly say that everyone of them is... in part. In every story, something is true. It could be a name, the description of a person, a location, or an event. I leave that to my readers to decide as part of the mystique. In this case, since it was related to me by a third party, I felt it necessary to let my readers know that this is not about my wife [if I have one]. Enjoy)
After a month filled with working together, sex, laughter, sex, talking, and even more sex, Micki got a call from Gavin saying her car was finally finished and we could pick it up. Little did I realize how that simple message would affect us. We picked up the car and after the long drive home spent the night cuddled up in bed together, each lost in our own thoughts.
"Penny for your thoughts," she whispered as the crickets chirped outside the window.
"Thinking about us and the future," I told her. "Now that you have your car back there's really nothing to hold you here... unless you want to stay. But most of all I... ahhhhh... was thinking about how to tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you and want you to stay here with me."
"Oh," she said softly. "I'm not sure what to say. I've thought about what I want to do but haven't really decided on anything. I mean, I really like being here with you but I still have obligations that I need to take care of before thinking of settling down anywhere. As for love, that's an awful big word for two people that have only known each other for a little over a month."
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied as we each rolled onto our sides and fell asleep.
The sound of her car pulling out of the driveway woke me the following morning. For a moment, I hoped it was all a bad dream. But when I realized it wasn't, I thought about going after her. In the end, I got up and went into the kitchen where I found a note lying on the table.
Gary,
Please understand but I've never felt like this with anyone else and I'm scared. I need some time to think. I promise you'll hear from me but when and where I can't say. Remember me and the time we've had together.
All my heart,
Micki
XOXO
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought of the woman who'd stolen my heart. We'd met when she'd walked into the bar where I was working part-time and asked for help because her car had broken down. Lucky for me, I was the only mechanic in my small town so I was the one who'd gone to help her. Even luckier was the fact that her car was a 1998 Porsche Boxter which meant I had absolutely no idea how to fix it other than to send it to another mechanic 45 miles away.
Then life, fate, or whatever else you want to call it had stepped in and she'd landed up staying with me on my ranch. The image of the first time I'd seen her undressed instantly caused my cock to tremble.
At 5-foot, 8-inches tall, she was just a few inches shorter than me. She had auburn hair that hung down her back and seemed to be continuously changing color as the sun reflected off it. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of jade-green that twinkled accentuating her creamy-white skin and the freckles that were scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. But the thing that drew my attention, and anybody else who saw her, were her 32DDD breasts. During the time we'd spent together, I'd seen, touched, sucked, and enjoyed them daily as we fucked almost everywhere we could think of. And while I'd hoped to see a lot more of them it didn't seem that was going to happen.
Now, it seemed she was gone. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, the one thing in life that's guaranteed is that time moves on so one day turned into one week and then a month and then two. My life fell back into my old routines and dulled every thought of her from my head, that is until I walked into my house every night. Even after all this time, I still seemed to feel her presence, hear her voice in the sounds outside, and smell the musky aroma of her arousal.
It wasn't until she'd been gone for over six months that I got a postcard with a website and a message.
This Friday night is dedicated to you.
I've already set-up a membership for you.
Hope you'll stop in.
The card was unsigned but I recognized the handwriting so that Friday night I pulled out my computer and entered the website from the card. Micki was already on but somehow knew the instant I logged onto the site.
She was wearing a sheer black top that was buttoned almost all the way to the top. Underneath I could see she was wearing a black lace bra with a small rose at the junction of her cleavage. And around her neck she wore a black lace choker.
"Hey everyone. Jasmine here," she said using her stage name. "And tonight we have a special guest. You see my favorite cowboy is joining us tonight for a session dedicated to him. This means I'll still take special requests but won't be doing any private sessions,"... and with that she started.
The first thing she did was stand up and move away from the camera which appeared to be mounted on a table. When she moved far enough away, I could see that she was wearing a black skirt and a pair of 3-inch black high heels. To add to the image, her auburn hair hung loose over her shoulders and partially blocked the view of her breasts.
She immediately put on some music with a deep, sultry rhythm and turned down the lights. She looked directly at the camera, her green eyes ablaze with desire. She licked her lips sensuously with just the tip of her tongue. After which she began to sway and move to the music, her hips grinding to the beat.
Her hands went up into her hair, lifting it up and out before letting it drop back into place. The pouty look on her face instantly reminding me of the times I 'd seen the same look as we made love, causing my cock to begin to harden.
She moved around the room with all the grace of a ballerina. Slow, sensuous, energetic, and sexy all at the same time. Twirling here, bending over there, all the while swaying to the music. Then she moved closer to the camera and bent over allowing me, and the others watching her, a view of the deep valley between her breasts.
"I'm getting awful warm with all these clothes on. What do you think, lover? Should I take some of them off?"