Jessica’s First Time

Jessica hated fighting, especially over something as stupid as money, but ever since she had lost her job and John's hours had been cut back that seemed to be the only thing they did anymore.

"We just can't afford it Jessie, and you damn well know it!" John said, his voice just barely below a shout.

Jessica felt her eyes tear up and angrily swiped the them and a stray lock of her dark red hair out of the way even as John saw her reaction and grimaced.

"I'm sorry Jessie, we had to skip the Visa payment just to meet the mortgage this month," he said in a calmer tone of voice, "There's no way we can put plane tickets on the card to fly back east to see your parents this year."

"What if I got another job?" Jessica asked.

"I wish you could find another job," John replied, "We've both been looking and there's just nothing out there.

"Hell, the hookers over on Sandy are probably having a hard time paying the bills right now!"

Jessica scrubbed her face with the palms of her hands and sniffed loudly before glaring at John, "At least they're still getting a little action!"

John winched at the not so subtle reminder that their sex life had been less than it's usually self since the housing crash and economic downturn and shrugged, "Do you want to go to the club this weekend?"

"Club!" Jessica shouted, "Why, so you can watch some stranger fuck me! Get in on your sloppy seconds or thirds?

"At least the hookers on Sandy are getting paid!"

John shook his head and turned away. He hated fighting as much as Jessica, but neither of them could figure out a way to scrape by while the economy was in the shitter.

"What the fuck?" Jessica yelled, "How much money would we have if all the guys I've fucked at the Velvet Door had paid to get a peace of my ass instead of you just sitting there jerking off while you watched them?"

"I didn't hear you complaining!" John shot back.

"Oh, fuck you!" Jessica shouted and then paused with a surprised expression on her face, "No, I wasn't complaining."

"What?" John asked as Jessica stared off into space, her face flushed which was normally a tip off for her getting aroused.

"What really is the difference between some girl on Sandy or me at the club?" Jessica asked while still staring off into space.

"Jessie, come on," John replied soothingly, "You can't say that."

"Sure I can," Jessica instantly replied, "I fuck random guys for fun, the girls on Sandy fuck random guys for cash.

"Why couldn't I do both?"

"What?" John asked in consternation.

"I'm serious," Jessica said as she shifted her gaze to meet John's blue eyes, "How much do those girls make when they fuck a guy or even just suck him off?"

"How the hell should I know?" John said, "It's not like I go cruising up and down Sandy looking for them."

"What about..." Jessica said and then stood up and hurried into the den, "What about in Vegas, isn't there web sites for massages and shit?"

John followed Jessica into the den where she was sitting at the computer and pulling up a private browsing tab.

"It's been years since I went to get a massage Jessie," John said as he stood behind her and watched her type, "And they weren't the happy ending type either."

"So what if you wanted a massage with a happy ending?" Jessica asked, "Or even if you wanted to find some girl online to get laid?

"Where would you go?"

"Fuck, how should I know," John said in exasperation, "Back Page or Rendezvous or Tryst maybe?

"There was that one... Ashely something, but it got hacked and then it came out all the girls were bots!"

John watched as Jessica pulled up the a website and began to quickly navigate her way through until a list of adds appeared for women in the local area.

"What are you doing?" John asked as Jessica scrolled through dozens of pictures of women as he felt a stir of desire.

"Four hundred," Jessica said as she clicked on one add and scrolled through the pictures of the barely clothed woman before quickly closing and moving to the next, "Four fifty, here's an add for one fifty if you're into really big girls.

"Six hundred!" Jessica blurted in surprise after another minute of browsing, "I don't think she's seeing many guys."

"Jessica," John said again.

"What!" Jessica yelled, "We need the fucking money don't we, and you sure as shit don't have a problem with me fucking other guys if you get to watch, so what the fuck exactly is your problem!"

John stared at Jessica for a moment before shaking his head in amazement as his dick swelled in his jeans, "You're serious."

"Yes, I'm serious!" Jessica said, "I'm better looking than almost all the girls on here, you don't think I could find some guy to fuck me for four or five hundred dollars?

"I did ten guys in one night last year at the Velvet Door, let me see... can you do the fucking math?"

"How the hell are you going to do this?" John asked.

Jessica's fingers flew on the keyboard and John watched as she opened a personal account and uploaded a dozen recent pictures of herself from the hundreds of pictures, some of them very explicit pics, that they had on the computer. Almost all of the ones Jessica selected were of her in revealing lingerie or form fitting dresses that showed off her long, slender legs, narrow waist and C cup breasts. She even included two pictures of her and a partner making love at the Velvet Door which showed exactly what the two of them were doing and how much pleasure Jessica was getting from making love without ever showing faces or anything that could be considered objectionable. John watched as Jessica wrote a short bio, listed a price of four hundred dollars for an hour and felt a thrill of excitement when she submitted the add to be published.

Jessica spun around in the chair to face John and pulled her t shirt over her head, "Last chance to fuck your wife before she becomes a whore with a cunt for any guy with the cash to use."

John was on his knees in seconds and pulling Jessica's white cotton panties that she tended to wear around the house down before using the flat of his tongue to lick from Jessica's asshole slowly up between her wet folds and across her already swollen clit. Jessica buried her fingers in John's hair and pulled his face down towards her aching pussy as she watched her husband's tongue lap up her already flowing juices. It had been weeks since they had last had sex, something unheard-of in their relationship which would normally include sex two, three or sometimes even four or more times a week and now the pent up frustration, financial uncertainty, and misplaced anger flooded out of her body in waves of sheer pleasure.

"Ohhh, fuck, are you going to lick my juicy hookers' cunt when it's filled with all those other men's cum?" Jessica panted as she rocked her hips in time with John's lapping tongue.

John lifted Jessica's leg enough to expose the skin of her butt and then smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as she let out a squeal of surprise.

"Maybe I should spank you every time I get to eat your nasty sloppy cum filled cunt?" John said as he smacked Jessica's ass a second time.

"Yes," Jessica whimpered as John smacked her ass with a loud crack for a third time, "You should punish me since I'm a nasty, slutty whore who lets strangers use my cunt and fill me full of their cum."

John smacked Jessica's ass a fourth time and then stood up to quickly pull off his jeans, his dick springing to attention. Jessica leaned forward to take him into her mouth but he shoved her hard back into the chair before reaching down and pulling her hips forward to the edge of the seat. Without even a pause John shoved the entire length of his dick into Jessica's gaping pussy and began to thrust into her with a wet slapping sound.

"Do I get to fuck you after you take some strangers hot load?" John panted as he thrust into Jessica.

"Yes," Jessica whimpered, the suddenness and intensity of their passion surprising and arousing her more than she had been in ages.

"Do I get to spank you for being a dirty fucking slut and fucking strangers for money?" John gasped as he plunged into her.

"Oh, god, yes," Jessica whimpered.

"Are you going to sit on my face and let me devour your cum filled pussy when you get home from being used by all those strangers?" John managed to say as he felt himself getting close to the edge.

"Ooooohhhhh, fuck," Jessica whimpered as her own orgasm exploded through her body at the same instant she felt the warmth and wetness of John's seed filling her.

John collapsed down against Jessica as she lay back in the chair with his dick still inside of her.

"I'm sorry," John said as he caught his breath, "That was too damn quick..."

"No," Jessica said as she cupped John's checks in her hands and kissed his lips, "I came too and it was what we both needed."

"Is this what you really want to do though?" John asked as he stared into Jessica's green eyes.

"Oh god yes!" Jessica instantly replied, "I just wish I would have thought of this years ago!"

"We could film you the same way we do at the club with the little camera in your purse," John said hopefully.

"So you could watch?" Jessica asked with a smile as John nodded, "It would be pretty fucking hot to watch with you while I'm taking all those strange dicks huh."

"Yea, it would be pretty fucking hot," John replied with a grin.

"But I got a job for you first," Jessica said with a quick kiss, "I can feel your cum dripping down inside my legs so I believe you have a clean up job on isle nine to get busy with."

"Yes, ma'am," John laughed and leaned down to kiss Jessica's lips before pulling out of her and kissing his way down her sweaty stomach.

Jessica sighed in pleasure as John began to lick the inside of her thighs before sucking on her sex swollen lips, her fingers again buried in his hair.

Jessica had been just as surprised by his little fetish of going down on her after they had made love as he had been of her little fetish of loving to be spanked, even spanked hard enough to leave welts, but she was absolutely sure she didn't mind his fetish and had a suspicion that he had learned to love her own.

It had taken years for him to realize that she really did love the added pain mixed with the pleasure, even the pain of using a belt across her bottom and exposed sex. Jessica's back began to arch as she felt herself approaching another orgasm as John's tongue dipped inside of her and wondered when she would be able to take the plunge into actually become a slutty prostitute fucking random guys for money. Just the thought pushed her that little bit more over the edge and she cried out in pleasure as her second orgasm rocked her body and covered her husband's face in her nectar and his own cum.

As Jessica's body tingled with the pleasure of her orgasm and her pussy continued to contract around John's probing tongue she had a pleasant thought of how it made for an amazing sex life when you found a partner who loved your little fetishes just as much as you did.

"Well?" John asked two days later as soon as Jessica sat down her iPhone.

Jessica looked up at John in trepidation and nodded, "I've got another date."

"That's four now," John said in amazement, "How many guys are you planning to see Saturday night?"

"It wasn't for Saturday," Jessica said and was surprised to find her hands shaking, "He asked if I could stop by tonight.

"At around four in the afternoon at the Sheraton by the airport."

"Today at four?" John said in surprise and glanced at the clock on the bedside night table, "That's only an hour and a half."

"I know," Jessica said as she stood up and began to get hastily undressed, "I'm glad I went to the spa yesterday and got a wax and pedicure."

John watched avidly as Jessica first stripped naked and then quickly selected a white and yellow sun dress that would go well in the 90 degree weather and a pair of clear high heels.

"How many calls does that make now?" John asked as Jessica rushed for the shower.

"I don't know," Jessica said distractedly as she hurriedly turned the water on and stepped in, "Maybe two dozen, but most of those calls were assholes just wanting to waste time or talk my price down, they only count if I get a date."

"And this makes four dates," John said, "You're going to make more today and tomorrow than what you would have made all month before you got laid off."

"And no taxes!" Jessica added with a grin, "I get to fuck over Uncle Sam while I'm getting fucked over!"

John laughed and handed Jessica a towel when she stepped out of the shower.

"You're still ok with this?" Jessica asked as she quickly dried off.

"Am I?" John asked in surprise, "How about you? Are you Ok with this?"

Jessica could feel her heart racing in her chest as she stood naked in front of John and nodded, "Oh, yea, I'm definitely Ok with this!"

"And with the camera in your purse I'll get to fuck you while watching you on the big screen getting fucked just as soon as you get home?" John said with a grin, "Oh, yea, I'm definitely Ok with this too!"

Jessica embraced John and quickly kissed him while pressing the full length of her naked body against his before stepping away.

"I need to hurry up to get ready," Jessica said a bit breathlessly as she reached down and squeezed John's length through his jeans.

John nodded and watched as Jessica dried her red hair and tied it into a simple ponytail before going into the bedroom. Jessica slipped the sundress over her shoulders without bothering with any bra or panties and after adjusting the dress to her satisfaction sat down on the bed and held out her foot.

"Time to make yourself useful," Jessica quipped while hiking the hem of her dress up just high enough for John to see her mound and inner lips poking out between the crease of her sex.

"Careful, I'll make you walk all the way to the Sheraton," John said as he got down on his knees and slipped the first of the high heels on Jessica's petite foot.

John remembered buying the shoes for Jessica last year and how well they showed off her beautiful long legs, petite feet and pedicured French nails with the brilliant white highlights. He also remembered how much of a hit those perfectly clear six inch high heels had been at the Velvet Door when they had went to the swingers club with her wearing them. John finished with the straps on Jessica's right foot and held out his hand for her left.

"Gimmie," John said, kneading his fingers into Jessica's instep and bridge when she placed her foot in his hands.

"You need to stop that and finish lacing up my shoes," Jessica said with a sigh of pleasure.

"Yes dear," John replied with a laugh and slipped the other high heel onto her foot and quickly laced it up.

"If we leave now we should have plenty of time to get there and we can wait in the car until four," John said as he finished and reached out to run a fingertip along Jessica's moist inner lips between her thighs and stood up.

Jessica nodded, the butterflies in her stomach making her momentarily speechless as she picked up her handbag with its hidden video camera and followed John out the door. The ride along highway 26 and then interstate 84 seemed to fly by, Jessica's nerves tingling and her clit throbbing in time with her pounding heartbeat until they pulled into the Sheraton Hotel's parking lot.

"Fifteen minutes to spare," John said as he parked, "Time enough for a quicky before some stranger gets to fuck my wife."

Jessica slapped at John's hand as he playfully pulled the hem of her skirt up far enough for him to see her mound before he gave a quick laugh.

"I think someone's a bit wet thinking about becoming a slutty dirty fucking whore," John said.

Jessica looked down to see her lips glistening wet with her moisture which had even coated the inside of her thighs from her excitement.

"Let me have a wet wipe," Jessica said distractedly and hurriedly cleaned herself up before glancing at the dashboard clock.

"Ready?" John asked when the clock read five minutes till four.

"Yes," Jessica said breathlessly.

John leaned over and kissed Jessica for several long, slow seconds before breaking away, "Go give him his moneys worth."

"Ass hole," Jessica said with a grin and got out of the car.

"Whore," John shot back and blew Jessica a kiss.

Jessica felt a thrill of excitement as she strode across the parking lot with her high heels tapping out her pace. The man on the phone had said his name was Nathan and that he was in room 216, his voice a nice tenor although she could tell how nervous he was from the slight tremor in his voice.

Jessica stepped through the sliding glass doors, the sudden blast of air-conditioned air caressing her bare mound under her dress sending shivers up her spine after the 90 degrees of an Oregon August before the doors slid quietly closed behind her. She glanced nervously at the receptionist who had looked up when Jessica entered and tried to smile as she walked past while waiting for the moment someone would demand to know what she was doing at the hotel and what room she was staying in.

Jessica relaxed the moment she made it to the elevators and the doors slid open with a pleasant ding and quickly stepped inside and selected the second floor. She checked the time when she reached the quiet of the 2nd floor and found she was still a minute or two early but decided that it was close enough before walking down to the door with the brass placard of 216.

Jessica reached out to knock and then hesitated, the idea of fucking someone for money crashing through her and causing her hands to shake and her knees to feel weak even as her pussy throbbed in time with her hammering heart. She bit her lip for a moment, hesitating and savoring the fact that she was as nervous as the first time she had ever made love and then reached out and knocked twice.

Jessica's heart continued to slam in her chest while she waited for several long, agonizing moments until the door opened and she found herself facing a rather short but fit man with long gray hair tied back in a ponytail just like Jessica's. Jessica was a bit surprised but not unhappy with how tall he was since she was only five foot one and it would certainly be different for once to not be staring at a man's chin or Adams apple while she made love.

"Hi, Nathan?" Jessica asked and was surprised at how firm her voice sounded to herself.

"Come on in," Nathan said and held the door open while Jessica came inside.

"You look gorgeous," Nathan said in the tenor that Jessica remembered from talking to him on the phone while his eyes ran up and down her body and lingered for several long moments on her feet.

"Why thank you," Jessica said with a sincere smile and glanced around the room.

The room looked barely lived in with both beds made and a small overnight suitcase resting on one of them still closed tight.

"My flight got delayed so I have to make do until tomorrow," Nathan said when he saw Jessica glancing around.

"I hope I can help you 'make do'," Jessica replied as she turned back to face him.

"I, uh, yea," Nathan said with a grin before quickly pulling out his wallet, "What exactly do I get for four hundred an hour?"

Jessica tried not to watch as Nathan counted out eight brand new crisp fifty dollar bills and handed them over to her, tried not to let the shaking of her hands be to noticeable, tried not to make it obvious that she was on the verge of being nauseous from the butterflies raging through her stomach, and tried to not make it too obvious about the throbbing ache between her legs that was making her knees weak and shaky. Jessica took the bills in fingers that barely trembled and quickly folded them into a pocket of her purse with a smile.