I came across this one when I was looking for another story I started years ago. Everything kind of clicked and I finished it up. - Ahaz
I came home messy and dirty after a long day of work. One of my regular guys had come down with the flu and the crew needed someone to crawl under the house and run the wire. I may be the boss, but I was also the thinnest guy available so guess who got the job? I really didn't mind. After all I figured it was good to show the guys that the boss didn't mind doing the shit jobs if that was what was needed. I had a pretty good crew. I was a master electrician and had three journeymen working under me. Business was booming in the Detroit area as people were moving back in and renovating houses they bought for a song. I love my city, yeah, we have been knocked to the ground a few times but damn if we don't dust ourselves off and get right back in there. I embraced the gentrification because it kept me busy and got my city back on its feet.
Like I said, I was feeling every one of my 39 years when I got home but I had a smile on my face. I figured I could con my wife into one of her au natural massages. I knew I was punching above my weight class when I married my wife but for some reason, she seemed to really love me. I knew I was nothing special, I had to stretch to make six foot, I was wiry but skinny, I had a full head of hair but it went every which way when it grew out, and I spent most of day with thick glasses from years of squinting at wires.
Elizabeth on the other hand was a stone-cold fox. She was five foot six inches with a 32D chest and an ass you could bounce a quarter off. Her face was perfectly heart shaped and her lips were perfect for kissing or for sucking. I thanked God every night that she decided to marry me.
It was her beauty that made it possible for me to talk to her. We met 5 years ago at a community college course. I had decided to get my degree and she was in my business administration class. If you have ever taken business courses, you know that most of what they teach from the book is bullshit. Oh, the theory was nice and sound, but in the real world, things ran differently. Both of us were frustrated because the correct answers for the assignments were not what we had experienced.
She had a ring on her left hand and was so gorgeous that I had no problem writing her off as married and therefore not available. It turns out she had run a catering company in Chicago and sold it for a nice profit. She was thinking about getting her degree and starting up a new business of some sort. I asked why she didn't start another catering business since she knew the ropes and she gave me a sad look and said she was done with that line of work. I shrugged and moved on.
We were in a study group with a bunch of kids, I call them kids even though they were in their early 20's. Liz was 2 years younger than me and we were the old people. One day all the kids ditched the group and we were the only ones left. We went to get a slice of pizza and talked about stuff outside of school. It turns out she only wore the rings to discourage the creeps. By this time, I was used to her and was able to have a conversation. It turns out she had never married, she got caught up running her catering service and found herself single and thirty by the time she decided to sell. I had never been married either, I had a longtime girlfriend who had dumped me after seven years of living together because she wanted to see the world and I was tied to my business. We were Facebook friends and the last I knew she had joined a commune in California growing organic fruits and vegetables and sharing in the free love lifestyle. More power to her.
After that night Liz and I were a couple. We didn't have a hot and heavy romance, instead we had a friendship and bond that seemed deeper than just burning up the sheets. Honestly the sex with her was great but I've had better. I chalked it up to her being so beautiful that she didn't have to try that hard in bed to get guys to come. Don't get me wrong, we had a lot of good and sometimes great sex, but we weren't doing it five times a night while hanging from the ceiling.
When the class was done, Liz decided to open a floral boutique. She invested the money she had from the sale of her former business and went to work doing floral arrangements for wedding and funerals. While she didn't have any contacts in the Detroit area, catering and floral shops dealt with some of the same businesses, so she did pretty well.
As I slammed the door to my pickup, I was hoping I could get Liz to work out the knot I had in my back. That was as tight a crawl space as I had ever been in. I tossed my keys in the bowl and walked to the kitchen to grab a beer or pop. I saw Liz in a bathrobe with her hair done up and her makeup perfect, staring into a glass of wine in her hand. I noticed she was wearing black stilettos and had stockings on. She stood up when she saw me and dropped the robe.
Perfection. Thigh high stockings with a garter belt across her toned stomach. A corset that left her beautiful breasts on display. A black choker necklace that had a fine chain running down between those perfect orbs. But the best loo of all was in her eyes, it was an almost feral look she gave me as she turned around and bent over the table.
"Fuck me," she growled.
All thoughts of my back were gone as I dropped my pants and stroked my cock a few times. I was hard as steel by the time I got to her. I rand a finger in between her legs and she hissed. She was wet enough. I slid six and a half inches as deep as I could in one stroke. She was tight and hot. I bent over her and grabbed the chain from between her tits. I gave it a small tug and then started picking up the pace. She started to push back against me, so I started pounding harder. Eventually it was a full-on rut session, no technique, no gentleness, just me trying to shove my prick as far into her as I could. He gave out a wail and I could feel her come on my cock. I spilled over the edge also and filled her with jizz. She turned around and ran a finger in between her legs catching some of my cum and some of her juices, she stuck that finger in her mouth and sucked. Damn if I didn't stay hard.
She grabbed a nearby dish towel and tossed it underneath her pussy as she got down on her knees. She took my cock in her mouth and gave me the most exquisite blowjob I have ever had. It felt so good I started to hyperventilate. She backed off a bit and let me catch my breath before going back to work. When I blasted off in her mouth, she showed me her come covered tongue before swallowing.
I was left sucking air as she got up from her knees and grabbed a glass of water. She downed it then mashed her lips to mine in a ferocious kiss.
"One more hole baby," she whispered in my ear.
A half hour later I was wedged firmly in her ass. This was the first time she had offered it and I couldn't believe how tight it was. She must have prepared herself because my dick was clean when I pulled out of her a bit. She was grunting and breathing hard, but she kept encouraging me to go deeper and faster. I finally shot my last dribbles of come into her bowels and slumped down. My dick popped out of her ass and a few minutes later cum started dribbling out.
I turned her around and hugged her to me as tight as I could.
"I love you so much," I told her.
I noticed there were tears in her eyes as she looked at me.
"I love you too, no matter what, you need to know that," she whispered.
She ran into the bathroom and closed the door. I could tell something was wrong, but I was going to have to let her tell me. Fifteen minutes later she came out with a determined expression on her face.
"We need to talk," she said.
My heart dropped to the floor.
"I want you to know that since I first saw you in class, I have been totally devoted to you. I haven't looked at another man or woman since that night. The reason I am saying this is because I haven't been truthful with you about my past. When you hear the true story, you may want nothing to do with me. I deliberately misled you because I was embarrassed and ashamed, I didn't know if you would stay with me if you knew the whole truth," she continued.
I had no clue what was happening, how bad was this going to be?
I cleared my throat.
"Baby tell me what you need to tell me and I will do my best to understand. Know that right now I love you unconditionally and will try to work through whatever we have to," I responded.
She took a deep breath.
"When I told you that I started working for a catering service, took it over, and sold it I lied. It was an escort service. I needed money and started going on dates for cash. Eventually it led to sleeping with the clients. When the Madame was hit with income tax fraud, I managed to get my hands on her client list and kept it going. About that time the recession slowed down, and business picked up. I found myself at 28 years old and wanting a different life, so I sold my client list to a couple of long-time workers. As far as I know they are still running it successfully back in Chicago. I put most of the money in an offshore account and used the rest to start up my flower shop. I will answer any question but first let me apologize again for deceiving you, I just wanted to be the wife you thought I should be." she said.
My first reaction was to be glad she wasn't leaving me or seeing someone else. As she continued her story, I guess I went into a kind of shock, I mean my loving wife used to be a whore. I had a hard time wrapping my head around this information. Then she lied to me. I understood why she wouldn't be forthcoming with that information, but she still held back a big part of her life from me. I was having a hard time processing.
"Why tell me now?" I hesitantly asked.
"Because my past has come back to bite me," she responded bitterly. "One of my clients was Xavier Stone, his dad owned Corrugated Steel. He was pretty vanilla with a size complex. Most guys with the smaller dicks were like that. Anyways, he screwed the wrong woman and got tossed out of daddy's business. Later I heard he would get the shit kicked out of him every time he set foot in the Detroit area. He had a personal assistant named Jacob who is now working for Fred Thompson's state senator's campaign. Jacob was in the shop a few months ago and recognized me. He asked if I was still escorting on the side and I told him no. Apparently, he went back to his boss and told him about me because he came back in this morning and told me to get a few women together for a fundraiser his boss was having. He also told me that I was going to be his escort for the night."
I saw red. I wanted to beat the shit out of this little pissant.
"What did you tell him this morning?" I asked.
"I told him to go pound sand, the closest he was getting to this pussy was going to be when I dropped him like bad habit and kicked the shit out him," she replied angrily.
My wife got hit on a lot. She was beautiful and she radiated sexuality. There was always someone sniffing around her and she always put them in their place. It didn't matter if she was in a grocery store or at a family barbeque, if you were rude to her she would let you know exactly what she thought of you in no uncertain terms.
