This is a fantasy story involving prostitution and rough sex. if this isn't your cup of tea, please skip it. otherwise, we hope you enjoy and rate accordingly. Enjoy!!!
My wife, Erin, and I have had a lot of fun over the years, doing a lot of very taboo experiences. Most recently, we ventured down a road I never thought we would, sex for money.
Let me back up a bit. Erin and I have been married for a long time now. We're both near 50 and fit. Erin is very fit, weighing in at 135 lbs at 5'8" with wonderful C-cup breasts. Her once red mane has grown into a combination of red and white and is quite stunning as it still flows down to almost reach her belt. Her butt is still perky too. Essentially, despite her age, she almost has the body she had at 25.
Erin's beautiful appearance, combined with her insatiable sexual appetite has lead to us having a lot of incredible sexual experiences from voyeurism to dogging to group sex, hotwifing and more. We've always been selective in who we invite into our sexual experiences unless the intent was sex with a random stranger, and even then we usually were very careful and selective about who was invited.
One person we'd invited often is my best buddy Peter, who we've written about here a few times. Erin trusts Peter explicitly and has let him do anything he wants to her, resulting in some incredible encounters over the years.
It was during one of these encounters that this latest curveball came into the light. Peter likes to fuck Erin rough and hard, something I generally am not into, so we both enjoy it when she gets that itch scratched. Recently, I gifted Erin to Peter for his birthday and he pounded the heck out of her. He was fucking her from behind, pulling her hair hard enough to force her back to arch, their bodies slapping loudly while I watched, when I thought I heard Erin say something which struck me as odd. I was sure I heard her quietly, "Yes baby, fuck me." That statement was not unusual at all, but it was followed by something I wasn't sure I heard correctly, "fuck me like a whore."
I was fairly certain that I misheard. Erin has always been adamant that she fucks men, and can be called a slut, but never a whore. I must have misheard.
I kept watching intently, stroking my cock, when I saw Peter pull her hair even harder, then heard her moan out again, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me like a whore!" There was no doubt about what I'd heard this time. I was sure she was just getting carried away, but I made a mental note to bring this up with her another time.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. Erin and I were being intimate and in the heat of things, I blurted out, "So you want to be fucked like a whore?"
Erin didn't reply, other than to moan, so I repeated my question. There was a pause, then she froze entirely, looking me in the eyes. "Where did that come from?"
"You said it while Peter was fucking you last time." I replied.
She looked at me sheepishly, but didn't reply so I left the subject alone and we picked up our pace again, getting back into the moment.
After we were done, we laid there together and I brought the subject up again, "So tell me, where did that whore comment come from? You've always been so adamant about never being called one."
Erin avoided eye contact with me, but quietly spoke, "Well, I'm no whore, obviously." she paused, "But I can't say that it isn't something I've sort of fantasized about."
"Oh? How so?" I prodded.
"Well, I'm not a prostitute, but I've sort of wondered what it might be like to be paid for sex with a stranger." she replied.
I was stunned, but at the same time I was surprisingly aroused by the fantasy. "Really? You'd sell yourself?"
"Well, no. I don't think so. I don't know. There's just something so taboo about the idea of it that sort of turns me on" she confided.
I had to admit the same, "To be quite honest, I've had the same fantasy about you."
Erin turned to look at me, a look of surprise on her face. "Oh? Elaborate please."
"Well, I've thought about how hot it would be for you to be out there, having some stranger proposition you and pay you to use you. Not as a regular thing, but more a one time fantasy being acted out. You know?" I replied.
Erin didn't speak, but she nodded subtly before whispering, "I do."
We didn't speak about it again that night, nor for a long time after, although the idea was floating around in the back of my mind for a long time.
Fast forward about 6 months. We were out for dinner one night, and drinks at a pub afterward. When we go out Erin likes to dress sexy, something I definitely encourage. I love looking at her body and love the attention she gets from most men and some women too. It's hilarious watching married men try to sneak glances at her without getting caught by their significant others.
On this particular night, Erin was wearing a short leather skirt with a tube top, both black. The top showed her tight stomach, and hugged her breasts and both being black provided a stunning contrast with her pale freckled skin. To top it all off, she wore black leather boots, nearly knee high, accompanied by a tiny black purse. When we were ready to go out, I took one look at her and was taken by how slutty she looked. "Damn baby, you look delicious. In fact, almost whorish." I winked.
Erin gave me a dirty look, still not excited about the idea of being called a "whore", but obviously had to admit that the look she was portraying could be conceived as such. She looked herself up and down, "Okay, I'll let you get away with that. This time."
We went out, ate dinner, then left for the pub. Erin had a few drinks, and I kept noticing men and women checking her out as usual. As the evening progressed, I found myself thinking about the whore fantasy. I finally blurted out to her, "You know, if there's ever been an outfit you wore that might make you look like that whore fantasy of yours, this is it."
She shot me the dirty look again, scolding me, then seemed to contemplate before replying, "Ya. I guess I did sort of ask for that."
In a moment of either bravery or stupidity, I continued, "So? Do you want to finally do it?"
"Do what?" she asked.
"Do you want to act out your fantasy?" I asked.
She acted coy, "Which fantasy is that?"
I stared her in the eyes, finishing a sip of my drink, "You know which one. The one where you get paid to let someone fuck you."
Erin didn't reply at first, grabbing her drink and taking another big sip. At this point, she'd had at least 5 or 6 hard drinks and had a good buzz on. I knew the timing was pretty good. She put her drink down, looking off into the distance and replying, "Maybe."
I was stunned again. I pushed. "Maybe?"
She continued to look far off as she replied, "Maybe. I mean......" she trailed off for a minute before resuming, "I mean, the idea is hot, but what if it's some nasty guy? I won't have sex with someone I don't find attractive."
I nodded, allowing her to gather her thoughts and continue.
"Like, I'm already wet just thinking about it. But how would we make sure it's the right person, and that I'm safe?" she asked.
I pondered, coming up with a quick answer, "I guess you'd do like others and stand on the street and wait to be propositioned. It would be up to you to decide if you're interested in the guy. As for being safe, you could have your phone on with me listening, and I can be in the car watching from a distance. If anything went wrong, you could call out and I could come running."
She didn't respond, seeming to contemplate my answer to her concerns. She lifted her drink, taking a long pull on the straw until she had downed the entire drink. She stood, looking me in the eyes, "Okay, let's go."
"Go where?" I asked, thinking she wanted to go home, but wanting to make sure.
"Let's go do it."
Again, I wasn't clear so I asked, "Do what?"
She furrowed her brow, then looked at me again, "You're making me have second thoughts now. We either go do this now, or I don't at all."
"So you want to go act out the fantasy?" I asked, daring to clarify.
"Yes. Now or never." she turned and started toward the door.
I rushed to the bar to pay our tab, then hurried outside to find Erin waiting at the car. As I approached, I had to admit to myself that she really did look like a high priced hooker that night. I was turned on.
