I had just moved near the San Antonio, Texas because I was taking classes at the University of San Antonio. I was older than most students that started out because I worked for seven years out of high school as a bartender and only got to start taking my psychology program when I was 25. I was living off campus at an apartment, but I needed a job after not working to end 2001. In early 2002 I sent my resume everywhere for every kind of job possible, as long as the pay was good. I considered myself a fairly handsome man, so I thought finding a job would be easy. I couldn't find a job I really wanted until late January when I applied for a job titled "gardening, pool boy and other tasks around the house." While I never considered myself a great manual labourer, I couldn't stop looking at the pay for the job: "$40/hr for 20 hours per week maximum, plus benefits." I thought $800 per week was fucking great, so I quickly applied for the job and then went to the house to meet the owners.
I drove up to this huge mansion on a private lot. Before I rang the bell I looked into the yard and saw it wasn't that big considering it was a four storey home. There was a pool, a big grassy area and a lot of bushes and trees around. I was starstruck after I met the owners because it was arguably the most famous wrestler ever Steve Austin (real last name Williams) and his wife Debra. I was always a huge wrestling fan and still was, so when I got to see them that close I was in a state of disbelief. I don't really remember what I said or how I said it, but they gave me the job and I started immediately. For the first couple of weeks I rarely saw Steve or Debra since Steve was travelling the world wrestling on the shows from Friday to Monday every week while Debra went along with him even though she wasn't performing on the shows anymore. I only worked on the weekends and sometimes on Mondays if I wasn't done by Sunday, so I only saw them maybe once a week when they'd pay me in cash. I didn't know much about them personally. Steve was 36 years old while Debra was 35. She still looked hot, though, with her blonde hair, pretty smile, tight ass, curvaceous legs and maybe the best tits I've ever seen in my life. Even though were fake they were very tantalizing.
In the first few weeks of February, Steve was only working on Mondays because his neck was starting to hurt him, so I got to see them more. Often times when I'd be doing yard work Steve would sit out by the pool and we'd chat about football or wrestling or just about life in general. I found him to be a really nice guy and very easy to talk to. It was like he was just another guy to talk to, not some world famous celebrity. What was odd was that Debra rarely sat outside with him or talked to him that much. I could sense there were some marriage problems, but I never really thought about it all that much since it didn't concern me. Debra was always nice to me, always smiling and generally being a nice host.
It was the last Saturday in February, my fifth week on the job, when Steve came out to talk to me by the pool. It was about 8pm or so and dark out, but the pool lights allowed me to work through most of the night.
"Listen son, I gotta go catch a flight to San Diego for a show tomorrow, but Debra's staying here," he informed me.
"Oh yeah, how come?" I asked.
"She said she doesn't feel like it. Some shit like that. Fuck if I care anyway."
"Something wrong?"
"I don't know if I should tell you, man. I mean it's kinda private."
"Steve, come on man, you can trust me. I wouldn't tell anybody," I promised.
So he confided in me. "She's been giving me a hard time for months now. I haven't been able to...uh...fuck it, I'll just say it. I'm impotent, man. These fucking pain pills I'm on for my neck and my knees are killing me down there. But if I don't take the pills I'll have to retire and I'm not ready to do that yet. It's fucking frustrating, man. I wanted to have a kid with her too, but last year she had that surgery to make sure she never got pregnant. Now she threatened me with a divorce. We both want it because there's no love there. She doesn't love me and I don't love her anymore. She said she's filing the papers next week unless I meet her demands."
"Demands? What demands?" I wondered.
"I'll get to that in a second. I don't care if I'm miserable being married to her, but if we get a divorce she'll get some of my money. Half of it probably. Do you understand why I can't get a divorce? That money is too important to me. I worked my ass off for it and I don't want to lose it."
"I understand, Steve. I'm really sorry to hear about that man," I told him. "I really am."
"I appreciate that. You're a good kid and that's why I need to ask a favor of you. This is where that demand comes in."
"Sure, what is it?" I asked.
"Keep my wife company tonight and tomorrow if you could. You're coming to work tomorrow, right?" I nodded yes in response to the question. "Then you can stay over and you can work in the morning or afternoon. Feel free to use our showers and whatever."
"Steve, I'm flattered, but I have to ask why?"
"She asked me to ask you," he admitted. "She doesn't like staying alone in the house too much. If you're there she'll feel safer. We'll pay you too, the same rate. Forty bucks for every hour you spend here. So will you do it?"
I hesitated a bit, but then said, "sure man, I can do it. For you."
"There's one more thing," he continued "and then I gotta go. She kinda told me that if you fucked her tonight then she'd drop the divorce idea for now."
I was shocked. "Steve, I'm not sure if I can..."
"Well, she didn't say it exactly, but she mentioned it during one of our arguments," he informed me. "I know that's asking a lot and you may be uncomfortable with the idea, but I really can't have another divorce. I've had two already and if I have another it'll kill me. At least with you I know you're a good guy that'll treat her right rather than some guy who I don't know."
I was just stunned by this and before I could even say anything he was heading out.
"My plane's leaving, I gotta go. Talk about it with Debra. She'll answer any questions for ya."
As he walked off the property he said bye to her. I saw her standing on the balcony outside her window in the master bedroom as she didn't even look at him. Instead she looked at me and with her mouth and hand she blew me a kiss.
She spoke loudly from the bedroom, "John, honey, no more yard work tonight. Meet me in the kitchen, please."
I put the pool cleaner away, then saw Steve drive off. It was already hot outside, but I was sweating even more after Steve basically gave me permission to fuck his wife. I didn't know if it was legit or not until I got into the house.
Debra was sitting in the kitchen as I walked in and she tossed me a water bottle. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I took a sip out of the water bottle as she stood there looking very sexy with that pretty smile of hers.
"Did Steve tell you about the deal we made?"
"Yes. He certainly had some interesting stuff to say," I admitted to her.
"Tell me what he had to say," she demanded. "All of it."
"He told me you threatened him with a divorce if he didn't meet your demands." I admitted. "Then he asked me to spend the night with you and that if I didn't you'd divorce him and get his money, which he didn't want."
"There is something else he forgot to mention," she added. "I'll never divorce him if you give me what I want tonight."
"Oh yeah," I asked. "What's that?"
She walked over to me, put her finger on my lip and rubbed my chest with her other hand. I wanted a kiss, but didn't push it.
"You'll find out soon enough." She said as she flashed that cute smile. "Go take a shower in the bathroom down the hall. I've put a bag with some clothes I want you to wear as well as this erection oil called VigRX. Take it. Trust me. Put on the cologne too. It's my favorite scent."
I didn't really say anything because I wasn't sure about the erection oil. I had a very good sized cock already both in length and especially in width, but I figured since she's been so nice to me and I was in this incredible situation that it would be hard for me to say no. So I told her I'd see her upstairs. "Hurry up. I'll be waiting and I hope you like my outfit," she said with a smirk as she grabbed my ass on my way out the room.
As I got to the bathroom I noticed the clothes. The underwear wasn't really underwear. It was like a male thong with the front part there to cover the dick and the ass hanging out completely. The top and bottoms were very high quality silk. Even though I had never worn underwear like that before I was willing to do anything to fuck this woman, so I planned on putting them on. As I undressed to get into the shower, I noticed the oil on the counter too. I read the label with it saying to rub it on your dick and your balls, so I did after the shower. It was weird to even do because I was already hard in the shower and from just thinking about Debra that I wasn't sure if this was the best thing. I did it for her and then I dressed. I thought about masturbating before going up, but I decided against that. Then I sprayed on a lot of the cologne she had set out for me and I made the trek upstairs.
Walking upstairs was pretty nerve wracking just because I don't know if I was prepared mentally for what was to come. Physically I wanted Debra badly, she's the hottest woman I've ever seen, but it was a little hard because just an hour ago I had no idea this was happening. I say it was a little hard because once I opened that door to see the room I REALLY got into the mood. The ambiance was terrific. The room was huge and was complete with what had to have been 10 or 12 scented candles all around. There was some soft romantic music playing, there wasn't much light save for a few bright ones around the bed. I also noticed the mirror on the ceilings and four cameras all focusing on the bed. One up on the ceiling, one by the head of the bed and one each on the back corners. Then I looked at the best part, the bed with Debra sitting on it. It was even bigger than a king sized bed. It was high off the ground and huge in area covered with what else, satin. I'd never see anything like it. Debra looked amazing in a black fur coat that went from shoulder to toe, so I couldn't see what she had under, although I saw signs of a black bra, black panties and pantyhose, plus back heels.
"Dance with me," she said as I helped her off the bed. I took her in my arms and we slow danced in the middle of the room. She smelled my neck, noticing that I put on the cologne she wanted. I smelled her too. I really liked her perfume. As the dancing continued, she spoke to me.
