His new life left Henry unprepared and vulnerable. He had gone from a failed marriage to whorehouse manager in what seemed like head spinning time and now was caught between the sexual ecstasy of three accommodating young girls and on the other hand the moans of his wife, Lana, putting out for customers. It was all such a big mixture of joy and torture that he didn't know how to feel from one minute to the next.
In their marriage, he had this idea that Lana had marginal interest in their sex life and so he pulled away and they rarely had sex. He blamed it on her. Now she was selling herself to whoever would pay the tab and appeared to be enjoying it. He knew anger was involved, anger towards him, but who prostitutes themselves to punish their mate? Rational people just leave.
He thought maybe he should just pack his belongings, sell the house and relocate far away from the incomprehensible. At least for the present he couldn't do that.
He knew it was messed up in his head and, as she pointed out, he didn't know much about her at all. Still, he clung to the idea of loving her and the possibility of reconciliation.
In the dark of the night, with only the light from Abigail's pool, the girls were entertaining a group of customers and in the middle of it all was the distinct shadow of Lana taking cock against the chain link fence that separated their yards. Her body shook with the fence at each thrust of his excited shaft. And as Henry watched them, with the rhythmic metallic sound of the fence, he found himself aroused and wanting to be the young man who was fucking his wife so happily.
This vision meant he would need to be serviced.
Per their agreement, Henry texted Abigail requesting that one of the girls come over when the pool party ended. He watched her reply, 'Got you a little charged up? One of us will see you soon!' He liked that it was a surprise as to which of the girls; Candy, Ginger or Abigail, would appear.
About an hour later Candy came to his back door, still in her bikini, and he roughly took her by the wrist and pulled her inside. He kissed her hard and grabbed her ass with both hands.
"Wow," she said, "working something out?"
"Just shut up, bend over and spread your legs."
She held onto the kitchen counter and he didn't so much fuck her as assault her, his banging knocking the wind out of her. It didn't last long. His ferocious energy took him from 0 to 60 immediately and in less than ten minutes he laid a cum trail up the curvature of her back.
As if coming out of a trance he said, "Sorry, Candy, I'm a little emotional."
He reached for the paper towel and wiped the cum from her back. "Lucky for you I like it hard," she said smiling. She put her arms around his neck. "Now I'm gonna take a guess that you're having a tough time with Lana's new profession."
"I just don't understand it."
"I never knew her before now but it seems to me she's acting out and what better way to rebel than control your own pussy. She's beautiful, men want her and she's going to make them pay for it. Don't ever tell her I said this but I think it's a combination of liking it with a pinch of revenge. If you can hang in there you never know"
"How did you get so wise, Candy? What are you? 23? 24?"
"I had to grow up fast and that meant learning to read people. But thanks for the compliment."
He hugged her and kissed her sweetly and she left with, "See you next time you need a nurse, hehe."
***
He began doing minor repairs around their house which meant occasional Lana encounters but he disciplined himself to stay to the task at hand. Only a few times did he accidentally walk in on the girls displaying their wares for a potential customer and then he kept on moving. He mowed the lawn, trimmed the hedges, planted flowers, repaired the plumbing and devised a way to keep the back entrance fairly discreet with some clever fencing. He even cleaned the pool.
For the inquisitive neighbors he came up with some sorority nonsense that was just this side of believable, making Lana the house mom and tutor. The main thing was that they eventually blended into the neighborhood with fewer and fewer questions.
His reward was more pussy than he could possibly handle and staying close to Lana. He gave himself a psychological out just in case he couldn't handle her being so close but so far away...but he was going to try.
Most of the men wanted the younger girls but Lana had her fans and as much as he didn't want to know about it, sometimes it was too close to avoid and their worlds collided.
Coming home from work one day there was a man on his porch knocking on the door. Coming around from the garage he asked the guy if he could help him.
"Ya, I'm looking for Lana."
"She lives next door," Henry said, pointing to the cathouse.
"I know, I've tried but nobody answers."
"Well maybe she's simply not home."
"She's gotta be. We had an appointment," said the man, getting more agitated by the second."Do you know her?"
"Yes, you could say that."
"I'm gonna wait up the street at the bar. If you see her, give her this note." He quickly wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it and handed it to Henry.
After he left, Henry read the note: 'Need you bad, baby. Answer my text. I'm waiting. Frank.'
It was another one of those bizarre moments and this time he's supposed to deliver a note to his wife that some sex desperate guy wrote her? What? He texted her the note and she texted back, 'Busy. Last one ran long. He'll have to wait.'
Now he was the cathouse wrangler.
Each time he inadvertently stumbled across one of her admirers his mind immediately went into hyper mode, imagining the guy fucking her. He decided either he would become numb to it or the 'for sale' sign would go up.
A day later Abigail came to the back door wanting to talk and they sat in the lawn chairs. Having Abigail over for any reason made him happy.
"Henry, I know you've done a lot for us but I need to ask more."
"There's more?"
"There is now. We initially took on Lana as our madam; scheduling, handling the financial and keeping everything in order. We also gave her the option of taking on a few clients if they were interested. Turns out she's popular with guys who like older women and now she's got as many customers as the rest of us and so nobody's steering the ship. So, I want to ask..."
"No..."
"Henry, at least hear me out..."
"No...you want me to schedule my wife's customers? It's too weird."
"I know, Henry, but we love having you around and there's the trust issue and we know we can trust you. We'll put you on the payroll and, of course, three beautiful girls will fuck your brains out."
"Isn't there that display thing you do for new customers...the lineup...wouldn't I have to be involved in that? I'd be shopping my own wife!"
"Yes, but we don't do that often. Most guys make appointments online. Please, even if it's only a little while, consider doing this for us. And for Lana too."
After a long pause, "You're going to make me hate myself, aren't you? Do you know how hard it is to say no to you?"
She reached over and put her hand on his thigh. "I hope very, very hard." Then she giggled. "Would it help to make up your mind if we went inside and I applied my charms to the decision making process?"
"You think you can get a man to do anything by spreading your legs?"
"Yes," she answered confidently.
