Bartenders Wife Does It For Cash

I'm a bartender in a well known hotel in South Bend. We are a little over 100,000 people tucked in the upper North East corner of Indiana next to Ohio and Michigan. Famous for being in direct line for winter storms off the Lake.

I pretty well got fucked with my bartender shift. Sunday, through Wednesday. The action and good tips happen on the other nights. Four nights of 10 hours shifts gets me a full week pay. The tips add some if something is going on from out of town. Indiana people aren't much for tippers.

It was a nice summer night on Sunday, start of shift, just after 10 P.M. My wife called to tell me she was going to bed.

"Not much going on here." She mused.

"Same here. Oh, a guest was at the bar wondering if I could find him a hooker. He said that when he was in South Carolina a couple of weeks ago he fucked this real babe for $200."

"Hell, Luke, for two hundred, unless something was wrong with him, I would have fucked him."

"No, you wouldn't! What a line of shit."

"I would, too. Is he still there?"

"Gone to his room" I laughed.

I looked up about twenty minutes later and in walked my wife, Pixie, dressed to impress. Her boobs jiggled under her blouse and she wore a skirt about 6" above her knee. Everyone else in the bar noticed, too.

Pixie is a cute little thing. Pretty, but not beautiful. She's right at 5 foot tall if she wears the right shoes, but usually wears flats to emphasize her small stature. She's a head turner. Not much of a flirt, and usually gets offended at overt men's attention. But, there she was, my wife Pixie, looking good and showing some fuckablility.

She walked up to the bar and took a seat a few stools away from anyone else. I walked over to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know what I'm doing here. What room is he in?

"Jesus, Pix! You can't do that!" I thought it was game playing.

"Luke, I work part-time in a fucking pet store. I don't make two hundred dollars in a week. We can always use some extra cash."

"I don't think so."

I started to worry. She surely didn't drive down here for a joke.

"Look, Luke. You've told me you thought it would be cool if I fucked another man. You've hinted at it several times. It's for the money, but here it is, I want to fuck another man."

She game me a smoldering look as if she had been getting more and more into on the way here.

"I'm all worked up. My cunt is soaked thinking about this. If you don't tell me the room number... " She looked around the bar. "I'll fuck that guy over there for nothing! Room number, Luke, room number!"

She looked o fucking hot. I paused, then to myself. I had wanted her to fuck another man. The guy seemed okay and the money would help out considering the shitty tips tending the bar.

"Three Thirty-Four!"

"Three Thirty-Four?"

She turned without another word and walked towards the elevator like a woman determined to get some cock. I could see the elevator from where I stood. I saw here push the button, nervously wait for the doors to let her inside. Then she stepped inside, I saw her push a button, and the doors closed.

I stood there... stunned. She was doing it. She was going to fuck him? Now, time to rationalize. He seemed to be a nice guy with a since of importance and value about him. He was from out of town, it could all stay anonymous. She's on the pill, it would just be a fuck for her. It might be fun she fucked a guy and hearing the details.

Lots of thoughts went through my mind. Mainly imaging the details of her undressing, spread her legs and fucking the guy. She would let him cum in her. She is on the pill and said she'd never fuck a guy wearing a rubber.

I was thinking thirty minutes, but an hour went by. No Pixie. The guy must have a set of balls on him. What did happen at thirty minutes was that the guy drinking by himself and busy on his cell phone at the table at the back wall came over to the bar and sat on a stool.

"Do you know that woman you were talking to that went upstairs?"

"Not really."

"The little tiny ready to fuck redhead?"

"What about her?"

"Does she fuck?"

"Probably. Hey, I'm just a stupid fucking bartender. I can't know everybody's business."

"I meant is she a hooker?"

"I have no idea. If so, she's probably one of those $200 gals."

"If you're a cop leave me the fuck alone!"

He showed me a Nebraska Driver's license.

"I'm in town on business. Our company supplys a Camper business here and in Elkhart. Here's my room key, 416."

He waved the key, put his license and key on his wallet.

"If I talk to her I'll tell her what you are thinking."

"I'm here five nights. I fly out Friday morning."

He stayed at the bar. I went back to the register.

It got to the point that I was worried for my wife and mad as hell that she went to fuck the guy and it was coming up on an hour and a half since she took the elevator up.

I watched every time the elevator doors opened. Finally. Pixie walking my way with a big smile and a slightly exaggerated bounce to her step.

"Everything all right."

"Yes, it was wonderful. I fucked him twice. I loved his cock fucking and cumming in me.

"Wow! A little direct. I'd feel better if you hated it."

"Oh, no! Loved it." Pixie was pretty giddy.

"Ready to do it again?"

"God, yes! He wanted me to spend the night."

"No, the guy you joked about fucking earlier. He's interested."

My wife's eyes got wide. "Okay!"

"Is that okay, that's nice or okay, I'll fuck him?" Keeping my voice low.

There were about a dozen other's still in the bar. I gave the guy a thumbs up. He came over to walk by. Pixie gave him a smile. He repeated his room number and kept on walking.

I looked at my wife. "Room 414."

"Room 414. I'm going to go fuck him!"

I grunted. It was the only response I could make.

"I'll have to stop by the ladies. I was going to take Ed's cum home inside me. Thanks, Sweetheart."

In a few minutes I saw her go up in the elevator again. If this one goes an hour and a half like the last we're going to be running into closing time.

Everyone was gone at 2:00 A.M. I was closed up, cleaned up. I killed the lights and closed the entrances. Now what the fuck?

After 20 minutes of me in my car my wife came out the side entrance. She saw me and ignored me completely. I followed her home. She was waiting in the kitchen, soaked panties in hand and a puddle of cum on the floor that was streaming from her cunt slit."

"David and I had a good time." She laughed. "What a mess!"

"I'll say." Pixie kissed me. "That's a lot of cum!" I commented.

"David came in me three times without pulling out. The other two just happened. Then he told me he popped a Viagra."

"They've cum inside you seven times?"

"Yes, sweetie. I took seven loads inside me."

"Maybe we should cleanup and get to bed."

"No. you're my husband. I want you to fuck me. Right here on the table!"

"Her cunt was so soppy, the outer lips bulging and the inner ones extended. Her slit had not closed. Her cunt was open and begging."

"Jesus, Pixie! How big were the cocks on these guys?"

"Ed was about your size and Dave a little bigger. Come on. Put it in me. You'll never get a chance at sloppy seconds like this again."

Unfortunately that offer turned out not to be true.

I lined the head up and went right in.

"Hell, yeah! Fuck me, Baby!" Pixie screamed as my cock probed her depths.

I was fucking away and realized if it wasn't for the cum inside her I probably wouldn't have noticed she had fucked the other men. They hadn't done any damage and I imagined her cunt would look more normal the next day.

"Can you tell the difference? The one guy's cock was a little thicker and and inch longer."

"You seem the same except for all seed leaking while we fuck."

"Oh, damn, you're going to make me shoot my load talking about it!"

"Do it! Fuck it in me. I love sperm spurting inside me You'll be the eighth load dumped in me tonight!"

That did it! I blew my load in her and when she felt it pulse towards her cervix my wife went fucking wild. We collapsed onto the bed, me still inside her.

After the build up of being stuck in the bar with my wife being fucked as few floors above me in the hotel can build up some action in the sperm department. I was still hard. I gave her a little nudge. She gave me a startled look.

"What is it that everybody wants to cum in me more than once all of a sudden?"

I didn't answer. Two strokes in I was fully hard. Extra hard, actually. My wife likes guys fucking her, cumming inside her bareback.

We made it towards thirty minutes. I was having trouble holding it when my wife lost it all together.

"Cum in me, Sweetheart! Give me your hot seed!"

I could feel it rushing up my shaft. This would be it for the night.

"I should probably shower." Pixie alluded to her current nasty condition. Then again, I'll sleep with the mess in me. Shower in the morning. I'll have to change the sheets anyway."

We were both on our backs. Enjoying the feeling.

"So, you couldn't tell David's cock in me was bigger than yours?" My wife's voice broke the silence.

"No, not really. I don't think so."

"No damage then. No harm, no foul as they say."

"Could you tell the difference?" I wasn't sure I wanted an answer.

"Well, I could. I never thought another inch could make a difference. Boy, did it, though. Went places, hit spots. The little extra width only added to it."

She waited for a reaction I didn't give.

"When I get a really big one fucking me maybe it won't be so bad for you."

"Huh, what? A real big one. Are you going on with this... this fucking other guys?"

"Are you mad or jealous?"

"Not right now."

"Yes, I know. It's like a game. A really fun game. And, I've got four hundred dollars in my purse for us to have a good time. I wouldn't make that much in a month part time at the pet shop."

That was true. We got some sleep, went out for brunch on Pixie's dime. She bought a new dress at Target and she modeled it at home and I fucked her.

Time to go to work came pretty quickly.

"Pay extra attention to what people say. Any mention of sex and I want them to fuck me."

"That's a real nice good-bye for your husband." The little red head smiled.

"Maybe I get the big one we were talking about."

"Jesus Christ, Pixie! How big are we talking about here that you think would be a big one?"

"I don't know, eight inches. No, ten inches, maybe twelve." Her eyes sparkled as she teased.

"Gosh, Pixie! You're only five foot tall. Where would you put twelve inches?"

"I'll just have to make room, wouldn't I?"

I kissed her good-bye as she fondled my cock.

"Don't let me down!"

My wife was really asking for it, so to speak.

I drove to work wanting someone asking for some pussy so she could fuck him. Even though I didn't get a chance to watch she wasn't the only one having fun with this.

When I got to work Sheila had everything tidied up ready for my shift. She was the day bartender, 10 A.M. to 4 P.M. Sheila was late fifties, had always been a bartender. Her son's father had run and Sheila has bartended one place or another ever since. Also, Sheila always thought I should let her take off a few minutes early. We were like Buddies five minutes at a time. There was the air that she would fuck me and like I might some day. Mostly just kidding around.

So, a few parting words and I was on my shift. Monday nights are the first ones after any week long training or meetings> They carry a little lift in business. About 6 P.M. a couple came in and settled into a booth wearing name tags from the same company. However well they knew each other from before it was obvious that the woman wanted the guy to fuck her.

A couple of drinks later they were up the elevator to a room.

It was an average night with about one third of a crowd. A little after the couple went up the elevator a guy came belly up to the bar, ordered a beer and started a conversation. That led to build up to a question.

"I'll bet guys are always coming in here wanting to know about some action."

"I don't know. I'm not a gambler."

"That's the not the action I was thinking of. If you know what I mean."

"You'll have to be specific." I stared him down. Would this guy be fucking Pixie tonight?

"I get out of town, away from my wife, a couple of times per year. I'm looking for something I don't get at home often enough."

"Yeah, you and everybody else. I work for a cheap ass wage, and not enough tips. I wouldn't risk all that talking to a cop."

"Oh, I'm not a cop." He shuffled into his wallet. "Room key, business card, picture I.D." He laid a twenty out with it.

I stared him down some more.

"I know a little red head. About my age. Good looking, decent figure. Short. About 5 foot, a hundred pounds. Not a fashion model type, but fucks like a goddess. A little pricey though."

The guy's face lit up. "How much?"

"It's been two hundred. She will come to your room."

"Have you fucked her?

"I've fucked her a few times. Gets mad if you don't bareback her. Like I said, red head. Don't you dare think about pulling out."

"Okay, Room 427."

Yeah, I saw your key. She drives in from home. Give her some minutes. Oh, and it you're up to it she'll let you fuck her as much as you want. It's not so much the money. She loves to fuck!"

I was nervous dialing the phone.

"Sweetheart! Got you an early one. Room 427."

"Got it. God, this is fun!"

"Hey, walk through the bar so I can see how you look on your way to get fucked."

About twenty minutes later Pixie came through front and back out the side to the elevator. I watched her push the button, enter and go upstairs. She pushed a lot of buttons walking through the bar. Every head in the placed turned to see her walk by, even most of the women.

The guy on the stool in front of me turned to say to me, "Oh, my God! I'd pay to fuck that!"

I tried to get a quick text to Pixie to letting her another fuck was waiting. She texted back a happy face emoge.

"You and every other guy in the place."

"Do you know who she is?"

"I've seen her around."

"Does she fuck?"

"She's a woman. I'd assume she does."

"You're pretty evasive. Does she fuck for money?"

"That's silly. You'd pay for sex? This is Indiana. Pussy is pretty much free here if you show a little patience."

He sat and stared at me. "She does, doesn't she? Look, I'm not a cop."

He said he was from some town in Illinois near Chicago. Again, calling on the Camping Industry.

"Two hundred Dollars!"

I got a blank expression from the man.

"It will take me an hour or more to get in contact with her. Don't show any cash until after you fuck her."

"Deal... " The man smiled. "Room 212. The name is Curt. Do you enjoy being as asshole?"

"Pretty much" I replied.

I knew my wife was already fucking the guy upstairs in 427.

The guy nursed a drink in front of me to kill the hour and went to his room.

Pixie call me a few minutes later.

"I'm ready for the next one. Anything I need to know?"

"Not really. I guess this first guy wasn't the big one."

"No, pretty average. I fucked him twice. I got a pretty good cunt full of his seed."

"Okay. You're going to see Curt in 212. Have fun."

"Oh, you know I will! Love you!"

"Love you, too!"

If it only lasts this week I think I have died and gone to heaven. I'd rather watch them, but my wife fucking guys upstairs in the hotel while I tended bar was quite a thrill ride. Maybe it's not for everybody, for Pixie and myself it was the best time of our marriage.

It began to look like Pixie was going to get another couple of loads of cum up her married cunt as time slipped by. Then even later she must have found another guy that could go for three. She wasn't like a regular whore, fucking for the money. Pixie was fucking to be fucking. The money was just a bonus. Calling my wife a whore clicked through my brain and lodged there.

"My wife, the whore." I don't think Pixie had even realized it with any thought.

I said it out loud. "My wife, the whore." It rolled off the tongue. I said it again, "My wife the whore."

The words were magic. The elevator dinged and out stepped Pixie. She walked over towards me at the bar.

"Anyone come in yet?" She looked around the bar.

"Not, really. This has been exceptional. Maybe I'm more aware, but normally we would be lucky to find one guy willing to pay to fuck."

"And, here we are at four... eight hundred bucks! Not a bad start."

"A start?" Do you mean you want to keep selling your pussy to whoever has the money?"

"Let's hope they have a nice cock, too." She smiled mischievously.

"By the way, how did it go upstairs?"

"Nice, I fucked him three times. The last load was kind of sparse. A nice dick though, bigger. I think you'll notice the difference when you get me home and fuck me."

"Bigger? How much bigger?"

I don't know. He said eight inches. It felt good. Opened me up a little. You'll see.

I couldn't wait to get my dick in that.

"I'll take a drink to a table. I'll be a wife waiting for her husband and he's running late."

"A drink?" I questioned.

"A Diet Pepsi. I'm a whore, not a drunk."

"Wow! My wife said it. Called herself a whore."

She laughed and went to the table.

A guy down the bar had been watching us. He waited a few minutes, looking and taking a real good look at Pixie, then back to me again as he came over to order another drink.

"What's the deal with the little redhead?"

"Meaning what?" I deadpanned him.

"I mean, um,... is she looking for company."

"I don't know. Her husband is late. I think she said something about being here with her husband from out of town. He's entertaining some locals and was supposed to meet her in the bar for a drink."

"What's she drinking?"

I looked him in the eye. "Diet Pepsi."

"I guess I won't be getting her drunk then." He laughed.

I gave him a look.

"Well, I'm going to go pee, then come back and try my luck."

I hopped on my phone.

"Hey, Babe. The guy that was at the bar is going to hit on you. I told him you said you are with your husband here on business and that he entertaining some clients and you're a little pissed. Pick out where you are from. I didn't let on that you'd fuck him or the price. You make up the story for a change. Good luck. Hope this is the big one."

"Thanks, Honey. I hope it's the big one, too. See you, love you."

They guy came out of the toilet and stopped at me to order a rum and coke, then on to Pixie's table. At least I'd get to see the seduction part of the action. Pixie pretty much ignored me as I delivered the drink to the table.

"Charge it to 301." He showed me his room key. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked my Pixie.

My wife smiled up at me. I went back to the bar.

The conversation was short and they were headed for the elevator. I watched him push a button, the doors closed, and my wife was taken to be fucked in room 301."

At the table Pixie had told him, "I lied to the bartender. The rent's due this weekend. I was trying to meet with a friend to borrow two hundred dollars. He didn't show."

"So, now you're desperate!"

"Not actually desperate. I was going to fuck him for the money. I guess the cost of the room plus $200 was too much for him."

"Hey, I've already got a room. I'd give $200.00 if you'd fuck me instead."

Pixie told me she said, "Okay. I'll do it. You can fuck me."

That explained the short time before they hurried to his room. Within the hour Pixie was back. I looked when the elevator opened and out stepped Pixie. She walked over to me.

"Not so great?"

"Oh, he was fine, Nice size cock and he blew a nice size load into me. Right afterwards a guilt trip hit him. You know, wife, kids, and all. He said he had hit on women before. Apparently I was the first one to take him up on it. After talking with him and wondering about another round when pretty much eased me out the door. His cock was great. I think our biggest so far. I really wanted to fuck him again. I'd still be up there."