My Wife The Hooker Ch 01

I can just about make out the silhouette of Cassie getting fucked up against a wall as I watch though the misted mirror on my Ford.

The streetlights do just enough to make her visible enough for me to know she's safe, albeit with a strangers cock inside her. The rain continues to drum down on my sunroof as I do my best to remain inconspicuous.

Ten minutes or so pass before my car door opens and Cassie climbs in, handing me a hundred notes as she unzips her boots.

She looks strangely beautiful sitting there, dripping wet, her makeup all running down her face and her dark hair sticking to to her cheeks.

"Thanks babe." I mutter in appreciation of the act she just did to earn us some money. "How was it?"

"Good." She replies, lighting up a smoke as casually as always.

"Did you cum?" I ask inquisitively

"Why do you always insist on asking me that question as soon as I come back from seeing a client? She laughs, putting her hand on my crotch. "Gees you're hard again, you're so predictable."

Cassie unbuttons my fly and begins to jerk my cock, without hesitation she climbs on top of me and begins to feed my rock hard member into her moist, gaping hole.

"Yes I came, is that what you want to hear you little voyeur?" She whispers in my ear as she rides me, still puffing on her cigarette.

Her cunt feels so loose as it engulfs undersized cock, that I almost immediately let out a moan as I shoot my seed deep inside of my wife's belly.

"Well it's a good job he made me cum wasn't it." Cassie says climbing of me slinking back into the passenger seat. "I've got no chance with you around."

Cassie rolls down the window and nonchalantly flicks her cigarette onto the pavement. "You better get me home." She says, as she fixes her skirt, "I've got an appointment with Barry at midnight and he won't want to see me with your cum trickling out my vagina."

Barry is one of my wife's regular clients, she spends the night with him every couple of weeks when he's in town, he's wealthy and he pays her well, plus she always comes home with a smile on her face after she's been with him.

I fix myself a coffee as Cassie showers in preparation for her night with Barry. She always makes an extra effort for him and tonight is no exception.

"Wow! You look stunning." I exclaim as she wanders into the living room wearing a sexy, short blue dress, looking every bit as hot, yet in a totally different way that an hour previously.

"Thanks." She replies, applying her lipstick, in the mirror. " Now come along, I'm going to be late."

I drop her off at a posh hotel in the city, "Love you." She says as she kisses me goodbye. "I'll text you in the morning and let yo know what time to pick me up."

My cock stiffens again as I watch my beautiful wife walk into the hotel lobby to be greeted by her rich, good looking, older lover/client.

I'm more jealous of Barry than of anyone else my wife fucks, as he's the only one I know for a fact, that she'd be happy not to charge..

Thankfully for our bank balance, she does charge him, but I always get the anxious that one day she might ditch me run off with him.

She's told me many times how rich he is and that he has a massive cock, I see that look of excitement on her face whenever she goes to meet him. How can I not be concerned?

I drive home, thinking of my little whore of a wife getting fucked senseless all night. My little cock standing up straight for the whole drive. Naturally the moment I get in the door, I have to masturbate furiously to that glorious notion.