About a month after our breakout threesome with Celina, David returned from a business trip to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We were happy to see each other and enjoyed a week end of very satisfactory sexual experiences. On the afternoon of the second day David made a very odd and suggestive presentation to me. "I hope that you won't be offended by what I tell you but it is something that I thought might interest you."
"Is it sexual in nature?" I grinned.
"Very." He responded. "And filthy as can be."
"And you thought that filthy sex would interest me?"
"I just remembered how much you enjoyed eating Celina's pussy and that you didn't think that it would be your last." He reminded.
"Oh, David I so did enjoy it and I think you enjoyed watching me. At least I hope so." I blushed.
"That was the most sexually arousing thing that I have ever experienced. Especially when you sucked my cum from her pussy. It was beautiful." He gushed.
"I was really into it wasn't I?" I managed.
"You certainly were and I love you for it baby and I would welcome more sexual adventures of that sort in the future. If you are willing?" He suggested.
"I am!" I asserted and added, "So what does my sudden interest in pussy have to do with this suggestive presentation?"
"I met a man in Milwaukee. Howard Clarkson," He began. "A very wealthy man in his late 50's. He is married to a former Miss Wisconsin. A tall, slender, physically fit woman who is approaching her fiftieth birthday and on that day wishes to experience a sexual fantasy. Now, this woman is highly educated, has a Ph.D and is the dean of one of the departments at the University of Wisconsin. This is her fantasy: She wants to fuck some young stud and then fuck her husband ....Er....uh....sloppy seconds..., and have a woman clean her up.
That is lick and suck all of their bodily fluids from her body. Pussy and ass."
"This is his problem." David continued. "She has never been with another man, much less a woman and she doesn't want the woman to be a prostitute."
Perplexed, I asked, "Well, how does he propose to do that?"
David's reply was, "This is when I thought of you. I could picture you going down on this woman. Lapping and sucking up all that cum. You would be in pussy eating heaven."
"You think I'm bad, don't you? The thought of doing that does turn me on but you knew it would. You want me to do this. Is that what you are suggesting?"
"He offered to pay $5,000 to anyone that I could find and convince to do his wife. He wants the woman to be married, well educated and with a successful background. They do not want to know who she is. I told him that if I were to try to find someone like that it would take at least $10,000. He countered with an offer of $7,500 and we settled at $8,000." David expanded.
"David, this sexual thing with us has really accelerated, hasn't it? If we accept the money and I go through with it that makes me a prostitute and you a pimp."
He hesitated for a moment and then pondered, "It does, doesn't it." He grinned and continued, "It is ironic and perverse but that adds to the thrill for me. Selling my wife's sexual favors for such a large sum of money is a turn on."
"Baby, I'll do it for nothing but the money does add a little spice to it." I gushed then observed,
"But I would be eating other men's cum and you wouldn't be there."
David looked into my eyes and whispered, "As long as you enjoy it I will be happy and unbelievably turned on."
I lightly kissed his nose and emphasized, "In that case, I'll do it."
"Good! Tomorrow I'll call Mr. Clarkson and we will make the arrangements." David smiled.
When I returned from my workout the next morning a beaming David welcomed me with the news. "I talked to Clarkson and he was happy that I had found someone to indulge his wife's fantasy. He wants to meet in New Orleans next Saturday at the Windsor Court Hotel in the French Quarter. Mrs. Clarkson asks that you meet her for brunch at Brennan's at 11:00 AM."
Taken aback, I gasped, "Next Saturday? A week from now?"
"Yes! That's her birthday, March 14." David exclaimed.
Perplexed, I wondered, "What's with the brunch thing?"
"I guess It's part of the fantasy for her. She wants to meet you before the main event to check you out and try to make it seem as normal as possible." He reasoned.
"I'm getting wet at the thought of it," I volunteered then asked. "How will I know who she is?"
"Clarkson says that you can't miss her. She's tall and slender with reddish hair and will be wearing a casual yellow sun dress. Her name is Mary. She'll know you as the cleaning lady." David described then added, "Be sure to wear your wedding ring. That will probably be the first thing she checks."
"You know that I never take it off. Ever!" I responded.
"It's all set. He's going to send me a check for $4,000 today and he'll give you the rest on that day. I asked that he pay in cash just to add to the excitement."
Curious, I asked, "What are we going to do with this extra money?"
"Let's set up a separate account and use it as our sex fund. We can use it to further our sexual adventures." was his answer.
"All of this talk has made me very horny. I'm going to shower and then I want you to fuck me." I demanded.
"Forget the shower. I have always wanted to lick your sweaty pussy." He growled.
That he did and we made love for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon.
It seemed an eternity for Saturday, March 14 to arrive but arrive it did. It was a sunny, cool day and the drive to New Orleans went smoothly. I parked and waited a few minutes for the time to reach 11:00 AM. I was wearing a light blue sun dress, my little padded bra and Emily's black panties. I was a little nervous when I walked into Brennan's but standing there right in front of me was a gorgeous creature wearing a yellow sun dress. She had auburn hair and the clearest blue eyes that I have ever seen. I was pretty certain that it was her but of course she had no idea what I looked like. I had decided to use the name Emily in honor of the panties. We made eye contact and I asked, "Are you Mary Clarkson?"
She responded with a nervous smile and managed, "You must be the cleaning lady. .... I hope!"
"Yes. I am! My name is Emily and it's nice to meet you." I grinned awkwardly.
"We are about to be seated and we can get acquainted then." She stated.
We walked to our table and once seated ordered coffee. Mary smiled at me and whispered, "You are a beautiful woman. I must confess that I am pleasantly surprised."
"As are you.... I mean... gorgeous. I thought you would look nice... but.... not...this special." I managed.
She looked into my eyes for a moment and repeated, "Special! That is quite a compliment and I am flattered. Thank You! We know why we are here and I would like to know a little about you." She looked at my ring and continued. "Not your real name or hometown or anything like that. Just some background things like marriage, children, education, job. That sort of thing."
I looked at her and thoughtfully replied, "I am happily married and we have two teenaged boys. I have a masters degree. I taught school for awhile and quit to raise the boys. My husband has a very lucrative job and we are living quite well. And you?"
"I am also happily married with two grown children, a boy and a girl. I have a Ph.D and I am a department head at a major university. My husband is very wealthy." Mary expounded and volunteered, "Today is my birthday. I am now fifty years of age. And you?"
"Forty four. I'm forty four. I work out every day and it looks as if you do the same." I added.
"I am into physical fitness and I also run. I ran in and completed the Marine Corps marathon this past year." She proudly revealed. "Do you feel like eating?"
"I'm not very hungry but I'd like something light. Like a sandwich or something similar. I think we'll need our energy this afternoon." I smiled.
Mary grinned, "You think so, do you? You know that I have never done anything like this before. I have only made love to one man my entire life. I started to feel like time is running out on me and I wanted to do something bad.....forbidden....sexually....I mean. I told Harold about my feelings and he agreed to give me this present on my birthday and I intend to enjoy it completely." She paused and asked, " Am I sick?"
I gently shook my head and a slight smile crossed my lips, "If I thought that you were sick what must you think of me. I'm the cleaning lady for christ sakes. I came here with a specific job to do. A nasty one at that but one that I will enjoy immensely."
We ordered a light meal and Mary continued with, "And what is your sexual history?"