"How much is he going to pay?... Just tonight though, huh? Well I'll see what I can do. Oh, he doesn't mind short women, does he?" I put down the phone, and thought about what my friend had just told me. Five hundred dollars to drive into town and show a man nice time for an hour wasn't bad, but what would I tell my husband? I was a little nervous seeing as how I'm only 5'2" so you can imagine it doesn't take much to over power me, but we did need the money. I called my friend back and told her I would do it.
My husband and I have always had a pretty open relationship, but we had never fooled around without each other. I myself had never been very comfortable with fooling around without my husband anyway so it was never that big of a deal. I decided to tell him that me and my girlfriend Michelle were going for a girls night out, which wasn't exactly untrue, and then leave before he got home so he didn't see me bring my bag. I called my husband, Alex, to let him know then promptly jumped into the shower. I started shaving, making sure that I got every last inch of hair from my legs before moving to my crotch. As I was shaving my bikini line I realized what I was going to be doing to night and how much it actually excited me. I couldn't help myself at that point. I turned the razor around and started masturbating with the handle. I liked the thought about fucking another man without my husband knowing before hand. I decided that maybe I would tell him... But probably not.
I pulled the handle out of me, not wanting to climax before tonight, after all... I wanted to make sure this gentleman had a good time. I finished cleaning myself and stepped out of the shower to realize there were no towels in the bathroom. I ran down stairs to go to the laundry room when I realized I had left the blinds open. There I was, walking through my house in all my naked glory. My big 48D tits perky as could be, considering I was freezing. It looked like you would squeeze oranges on my nipples. I got back to the dryer and pulled a towel out when I suddenly realized there was a group of young boys standing outside, staring at me. I couldn't help but think that at 32 I still had what all the young, juice boys were after. So I took my time walking back up to the front room, not even bothering to wrap the towel around myself. I figured that this was the only time they'd get to see an older woman naked so I might as well let them enjoy it.
After a minute or so I ran back upstairs, and hurried to a window to see if they waited for me to come back. I giggled to myself, knowing that all the boys in the neighborhood would know about this by the end of the week. I wondered how many would come by to try and sneak a peek. Oh well, I thought, better decide what to wear. I went over to my lingerie cabinet and sifted through some items. I came across my black corset and thought about it for a moment. I then smiled wickedly to myself, deciding just to wear the lingerie instead of putting clothes on over top of them. I dug through my cabinet more until I found my red and black silk corset. This one would be more acceptable since it had a skirt that came down to about a third of my thigh in the front, but went all the way down to the flower in the back. I pulled out a pair of black fishnets and a black silk g-string and put it all on. I shoved some street clothes in my bag, put on my high-healed boots that come all the way up my knee, threw an overcoat on and walked out the door.
I called my friend to find out where I was meeting her. She told me to meet her in the parking lot of this very nice hotel downtown so I headed that way. It was about four by the time I got there she was already at the bar with two gentlemen. She saw me walk in and waved me over. Still wearing the heavy overcoat I made my way across the room. Standing there next to my friend Michelle were two very distinguished looking black men. I mean talk about tall dark and handsome. I had never been with a black man before, but always wanted to. "Boys, this is my good friend Joey. She's going to help take care of one of tonight." I smiled, sheepishly, although I knew it was too late to turn back now. "Joey, this is Brad and Garret. Brad is an investment banker and Garret is a defense attorney. They're both from New York." They two men seemed to be as shy as me. We all just sort of stood there for a moment or two, smiling, staring. Knowing what was supposed to happen, but no one could figure out how to break the ice. I couldn't take the silence anymore, plus I was so worked up from earlier I just wanted to jump both of them right there. They were both very handsome, muscular, about 6'2-6'4. Finally I just crept in close to the group as we all sipped on our drinks. I reached between Brad and Garret and set my drink on the var and opened my coat. "So... Which one of you wants to sit here and talk and which one wants to take me upstairs and feel what it's like to be inside a tiny little white woman." Both Brad and Garret almost spit out their drinks while Michelle just sort of snickered. I stepped in closer to Brad, pressing my tits against him. "Come on big boy... Show me what you got." He smiled at me then took me by the hand.
I followed him to the elevator, but once inside I dropped my coat and pounced on him. I couldn't take it any longer. I started kissing his lips and he eagerly responded to my affection. I started rubbing my hand against his crotch. Our tongues swirled into each others mouths. He gripped my upper arms tightly, pulling me closer to him as I stroked him through his pants faster and faster. The elevator came to a stop and we were both horrifically embarrassed when the doors opened to a group of people who just stared at us for a moment. Brad took my hand and hurried us out of the elevator down to his room. His company had rented out a suite. I smiled, thinking how I felt like Julie Roberts in "Pretty Woman." My smile quickly faded as we walked around the corner to the main area. Standing there were two other black men. "It's five hundred a person, right?" I sort of came back to myself now, hearing Brad's voice. I thought for a moment. Was $1,500 worth a night of sex with three men that I had never even met?
About that time Brad came up behind me, pressing his throbbing cock against me while he reached around and squeezed my tits. I smiled again, realizing I had the upper hand. "It's two thousand for the next six hours. Now for two thousand I'll let all of you fuck me as many times as your able, anywhere your able, and in any position you want." I turned around and grinned wickedly at Brad; knowing I could have asked for more and got it but I wanted this just as much as they did. "Deal" He started to come towards me, but I stopped him. "First, I have to make a phone call though." I went into the bedroom and closed and locked the door. I went over to the bed and sat down. I took my cell out of my bag and called Alex, telling him that I was probably going to be getting in later than expected. I put the cell down and made my way out to the men.
