Amy's Story
It seems that it happened awfully fast, the husband, the three kids, the house, the payments, the bills. Whatever happened to that carefree teen feeling? Mine squirted away quickly. I was on my way to a nice figure my last year in Junior High. I was pretty and I knew it. Just the kind of attitude that scares most boys away. My girlfriends and I had the "Sisterhood" thing going, sticking together like the little bitches we were all through high school. It didn't feel right. I think we were all into boys, but loved making them feel stupid.
Mom and Dad let me date when I was sixteen, but us little bitches only went places with boys that could really drop the cash on us. One group called us the hundred dollar gang because we wouldn't go out with a boy unless he was spending a hundred dollars on us. And, the real kicker was that he had to drive a really nice car even if it did belong to his parents. Then after the date maybe a quick peck on the lips would be the guy's reward. Then it was back to little bitch mode.
I met my husband when he was a senior in high school, myself a newly minted freshman. Then we sort of lost touch until late my senior year when I was eighteen and he was twenty one. My group had begun dating while looking for where we could get the most from whom. Dave had the good job, nice car and didn't mind spending money on me. He had gotten into construction after learning welding. Life was boring, but the money was good. A far cry from marrying a doctor, but I really fell in love with him.
Five years later I was a certified MILF on my way to being a soccer mom with three little girls that my husband loved dearly. Money wasn't really tight although Dave wasn't getting much overtime any more. Getting a job myself didn't make sense because our mothers worked and free babysitting was out for even part time. Dave suggested something on the weekend so he could watch the girls.
It looked like we might need to cut back a little. We had bought one of those little square box cars to have room for us and the kids and equipment. The high payment because our trade-in wasn't paid off had put us in the bind. Then what seemed like the answer after thinking about a friend of ours that had joined one of those websites that lets people use their car to make money by taking people places instead of a cab. A few hours of that on the weekend or maybe a couple of nights might put us ahead.
We went online and studied the rules and details and it looked like a good deal. Some people were making $50 dollars a night and a couple of nights of that each weekend would put us in good shape. I filled out the forms and insurance details. We didn't set the days and times I was available and my screen lit up in a few minutes with woman wanting a ride to a drug store.
Dave and I looked at each other. The woman lived two blocks away. We smiled at each other as I clicked to accept. I got the fee and a dollar tip. When I got back we watched the phone for about thirty minutes. Another trip. Someone wanted a ride from the airport to a neighborhood next to ours. Nice fee. Nice couple. Five dollar tip. This could work out okay.
So, it continued for about ten days. I think my husband got a kick on sending me out on unknown adventures. There wasn't any danger, but sometimes when it was just a man or a couple of men they were pretty flirty. I had worked for an electric contractor when I got out of high school and before I married David. There were a dozen men there and they all like to flirt with the pretty chick that answered the phone. I enjoyed it being young and single. This was a lot like that. I flirted back a little bit. It helped get me bigger tips and my husband got some pretty good sex when I got home.
That's how I'd sort my fares. First, staying near home, then seeing if it was a man wanting the ride. Dave got into it. He wanted me out there at risk. Not that I didn't like it. I'd get a lot more daring talking to the men. Sure I made a lot of money riding an old lady around one afternoon while she looked for her cat, but I looked for the adventure in the dark.
Some men would even sit up front although most sat in the back where I'd watch them closely in the rearview mirror. I'd catch a few adjusting their dick in their pants. I didn't tell my husband half the shit they would say to me. Usually I'd get a little to flirty and some men had said they'd like to fuck me. I'd tell them I had a husband at home and three little girls.
I had some regulars. A few I think just would look for my ID on the screen and order a ride to get another shot at me.
What was supposed to be a couple of hours on the weekends changed to nights only and I'd make at least a couple of runs every night. Dave wanted to step up the game a little and have me not wear underwear. I didn't argue a bit although he thought that I would. My only condition was that I didn't want my pussy out bare. That night he watched the kids while I hit the mall to get a couple of tiny g-strings that barely covered my slit.
I had left the house not wearing a bra or underwear knowing I'd slip into a g-string. Dave was so worked up he couldn't wait for me to get home. I had no idea how expensive those things were. I took five to the register and was shocked at the total. None the less it was part of the reward.
I stopped by a gas station to put on my new purchase. Standing with my skirt up around my waist in the restroom. I stepped into what must have been a micro-g-string. God that thing was tiny. I had more hair sticking out than it covered. The whole idea was making me damp. I admired myself in the gas station mirror and dropped the hem of my skirt. My tits looked good without the bra. If having the three kids did anything for them it made them a cup size larger.
When I got back to the car my cell rang. It was my husband.
"Hey, Babe! Did you get them?"
"Yes, I just stopped at a Speedy Mart to put on one."
"Is it hot?"
"I think you'll like it."
"Hurry home. I need to fuck you."
"Let me run a couple of fares first."
I was usually out a couple of hours. This wouldn't be any different. I needed a good test run.
I turned on the phone app. That dampness in my crotch I felt shopping in the mall was continuing now that I was actually wearing this tiny micro thong. Not the flooding rush of fluids depicted in a fuck story, but there was some wetness there that I usually didn't feel until after I had flirted shamelessly with one of my fares.
The first ride was a woman wanting a ride home from an evening class. I'd had her in my car before. She would walk to class but didn't want to risk an assault going home in the dark. Five minutes later a guy wanted a ride from a motel to a strip club. I knew the address. I had taken two men there my first week. What kind of attention would I get if I went inside with him?
The guy was pretty sloppy much like my husband coming home from a day of welding at work. I decided to plan to be reserved but my little pussy was shouting at me, "There's a man in the car!"
My mouth betrayed me.
"Going out for a little night of fun?"
"The company has me in town for three nights away from the old lady. I thought I'd make the most of it."
God. He even sounded like my husband. Not that he goes out of town, but him sneaking to a strip club wouldn't surprise me.
"How about you? You married?"
"Yes, trying to make up the difference in our cash supply for my husband our three little daughters."
I became very aware of my nipples against the fabric of my blouse every time I moved. They were like little bullets. I'd make my boobs jiggle a little to enhance the situation. It was getting to me. The jolt was going right to my pussy. I'd soon be wetting enough to put my juices on my new g-string. By the time I got him to the strip club I was thinking orgasm. Maybe I should go home and fuck my husband.
