It all started one night as my wife and I were watching some police drama on TV before going to bed. The plot revolved around a prostitution ring. Nothing terribly exciting, just the usual police stuff with a couple of scantily dressed hookers and some sort of confrontation going on involving them. It was then I came up with an idea which has since changed my (sex) life.
We had been married for several years and while we were still very attracted to each other, our sex life was a series of 3-4 positions a couple times a week when time and energy permitted us.
I asked my wife while pointing to the TV, "Have you ever thought about what you would do for the right price?"
"Sexually you mean?" she replied.
"Um, yeah."
"I don't know, never really thought about it. I doubt though I could ever, even if things were really bad, be a hooker like those on the show. Why do you ask?" she said.
"I was just thinking, there might be things I like and things you like which we would both be willing to ah, pay for – for lack of better terms."
"You know that I'm happy with our sex life and you definitely fulfill me. But as far as things I would 'pay for', while sex isn't high on my list, I would pay for someone to weed my backyard garden once in a while and do some of the other odd jobs we never seem to have time for" she said, playfully jabbing me in the side.
"And if those jobs were suddenly done for you, what would you 'pay' for them?", I asked, returning the light jab.
"I don't know, make me an offer" she replied playfully.
Going for it, I said, "Hmmm, well you know that while I would never complain about your oral affections, we have talked about how I like it a certain way and you like to give it a different way?" She nodded. "Well", I continued, "how about you pay me for weeding the garden with a blow job in the way I prefer?"
Smiling at me, "I see where this is going", she said. "You want me to 'pay' for your services? Or are you paying me for my services?" she asked.
"I think its like the hookers on TV. At the end of the day, we both get what we want. But in our case no money, just ah – services - are exchanged." I said.
By this time we both both sitting up and facing each other. Her legs were crossed in my direction, indicating her interest in our conversation and I was absentmindedly caressing her toned legs and had an arm around her. She looked back at the TV thoughtfully. There had been a couple brief scenes in the TV show which had shown the hookers with their Johns in the middle of some racy acts. Being network TV, it was nothing too revealing but they had my wife fidgeting during those scenes and I had been thinking that perhaps with those thoughts in mind we were going to have some extra fun tonight.
She turned back to me and grinning she said, "Deal. You weed the backyard vegetable garden to my satisfaction and I will go down on you to your satisfaction."
It was Thursday night so I said, "Saturday morning I will handle the garden and Saturday night we'll conclude the deal". I then reached up and started caressing her face and she grabbed my hand and said, "Not now mister. I want you primed and ready for Saturday night". And with that she got up and left me on the couch with a growing case of blue balls.
Saturday came painfully slowly and early Saturday morning I was up and fulfilling my end of the transaction. By noon there was not a weed or unwanted item anywhere in the garden. It looked like a cover of Better Homes and Gardens. Covered with sweat and dirt I knocked on the back door and when my wife opened it I said, "Ready for your inspection".
After putting on a pair of cheap sandals she proceeded to thoroughly inspect each row of her vegetable garden, looking over everything as closely as possible. Failing to come upon a single weed she said, "Well it looks like you have paid for my services tonight."
I instantly got excited thinking about those services. She was very good at giving oral, but often preferred doing it her way. Occasionally though she did it a certain way which drove me crazy and I had communicated this to her. Her response was that the technique and angles I preferred left her jaw sore and was not as easy as it looked. Since it was never a deal breaker for me, I never made an issue of it.
I washed up and shortly after dinner that night she appeared in the hallway wearing a sheer babydoll outfit (which always drove me crazy to see her in) and said, "It time for payment for services rendered." And with that she took my hand and led me to our bedroom. Standing in front of me and running her hands up my chest she said, "I have never done this prostitute thing before, I'll do the best I can."
I replied, "I've never been with one before either, but I'll think we'll be just fine."
And with that she continued to run her hands up and down my chest. Moving behind me she continued running her hands over my torso, just teasing me by going down to my waist and then moving her hands back up.
After a minute or two she took my belt and undid it while just unsnapping my pants, but leaving my zipper done up. I was just standing there letting her do her thing and enjoying every minute of it. I guess she is supposed to do the work, right? She continued to run her hands up and down me, each time moving down a bit farther, eventually rubbing her hands up and down my now semi-hard erection from outside my pants.
Whispering in my ear "Ohh, someone is getting excited. Is that because of me? She asked rhetorically. I nodded in response.
"Good. Its time to let him out to play." And with that she reached around to my zipper, pulled it down, and let my pants drop to the floor. In anticipation of the night I had decided to go 'commando'. "Oh, I see you're ready to play" she giggled in excitement.
"I have been thinking about this for the past two days", she whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to feel your dick in my mouth and take it as far down my throat as I can". And with that she grabbed my now very hard erection and sat me down on the bed.
Moving to her knees, she reached up and unbutton my shirt. Discarding it, she began to caress my thighs which both relaxed and excited me. She grabbed my cock and beginning with some slight licks at the base treated me like a favorite lollipop. After a minute of this she licked up its entirety and with one full swoop took me in her mouth at least 3 inches.
Now I am not gigantic. I'm an unmeasured 6 inches, average I guess, but I like to think I have a better than average girth. My wife typically has to work to get more than the head in her mouth and usually doesn't take more than a couple inches in her mouth at best. So this was a treat.
After going up and down a couple times, gagging just slightly, she said, "I have been practicing some with a banana and a cucumber when you weren't around. I wanted to make sure I serviced you properly and professionally". The thought that my wife had been sitting in the kitchen with a banana down her throat practicing for tonight got me 10 degrees harder and she definitely noticed.
"Did my telling you that turn you on?" she asked. I nodded in reply. "Hmmm, well then there are a couple more things I will tell you about later." I couldn't imagine what those were so I just sat there and enjoyed her administrations to my cock.
She was going down my dick quickly and gripping it hard with both her hand and lips, she would slowly come back up. She knew how much I loved this technique and she would open her eyes at look me me each time she came back up. Sometimes I would meet her gaze, but mostly my head was tilted back relishing in the ecstasy of the blowjob.
By now she was able to go down consistently 4 inches and was beginning to move more rapidly up and down my cock. Technique was being thrown out the window and I was in heaven. I knew this was uncomfortably stretching her mouth, but I had paid for her services, so to speak, so I threw her comfort out of my mind for once.
After about 10 minutes of her going up and down my cock I told her I was getting close. Letting go of me briefly, she whipped off her outfit and said, "Cum on my tits". She continued to stroke me and soon I gave a huge grunt and she had a large amount of cum all over her tits, with a few stray drops in her hair and on her face.
Looking at her, all covered in my cum, that got me thinking about what it would cost me for me to cum in her mouth? We had never done that because she always thought it a bit gross, even though I know she had licked up plenty of my pre-cum over the years when she went down on me. She always said it was different and it swallowing simply didn't turn her on. Again, I never pushed it.
She looked up at me and said, "I am so turned on right now, my mouth doesn't even hurt." Moving up me she said, "How about a freebie big guy? And with that she positioned her very wet pussy over my still hard cock and rode herself to a nice orgasm while we were sitting on the edge of the bed. Afterward, spent mentally and physically, we rolled over onto the bed and fell asleep.
The next day over breakfast I asked her how she felt about the whole pay-for-sex thing. She said that it really turned her on being compelled to perform for me feeling the need to do her best because she was being paid for it. While a bit difficult at first, after she got into it, it was a real turn on. I then asked her if she wanted to do it again.
"What do you have in mind?" she inquired grinning.
Wanting to strike while the iron was hot and taking a gamble, I replied, "Well after I came, I looked up and saw my cum all over you. I couldn't help thinking about not just cumming on you, but in your mouth. I know we have talked about it before and you have said its not really your thing, but I thought I would just throw it out there for consideration".
Pondering this over her morning smoothy she said, "I think we could work something out. Over the past couple days I have been thinking about some of the other items I need done and after the stellar job you did on the garden, I could see myself warming up to this arrangement."
Warningly she added, "But I don't want it to be a regular thing or replace simple making love because we love each other."
