The Bartered Wife Series - The Dentist
By Subone1
Background
My wife and I live in a medium size Southern city. I had been a mid-level executive in the local office of a national firm. My pay had always been good, enabling my wife to stay home and live a more or less "country club" existence. This all came crashing to an end several months ago however when I was laid off due to a company merger. Things got financially tight real fast. I had trouble finding a comparable position, so I ended up working two jobs; both in retail. Both jobs combined paid considerably less than my previous position and I was putting in twice as many hours. I was always busy and always tired - plus we were always broke!
Things got a little testy around the house since my wife had to curtail her life of leisure. My wife had grown up in a wealthy family and was used to a pampered lifestyle. She spent her days either playing tennis with her friends or working out at the health club. She has a great body and is very buff from all her work in the gym. When she can't make the gym, she jogs around our neighborhood. She liked her life and decided to do something about maintaining it.
I couldn't argue when she insisted on helping me with the bills - even if her methods were a little unorthodox. My wife's approach to easing our financial strain was to resort to the time-honored tradition of bartering. Instead of paying money for our goods and services, she planned on trading her voluptuous body for them. She wasn't thrilled with this idea, but felt she had to do it to save us from bankruptcy. She also felt it would only be a temporary arrangement and would end as soon as I found a decent job again.
As time went on however, her attitude about bartering her body changed. She started off by having sex to pay the necessary bills. Soon, she was bartering her body for increasingly frivolous items. She finally hit rock bottom when I caught her giving the manager of the corner convenience store a blow job in exchange for a six pack of beer. But I'm getting ahead of myself.........The following story is the first in a series of her exploits.
The Dentist
My wife (Cassi) had been in the middle of a lot of dental work when I got laid off. She had received a crown, two root canals, and God knows what else. She wasn't done with her series of appointments and the dental bill was mounting. Finally, on her last visit, the dentist called her aside and asked when we were going to pay our outstanding balance.
Cassi had been expecting this conversation and had begun wearing sexy, suggestive outfits to her dental appointments. She also had the foresight to schedule the last appointment of the day. When the dentist approached her about the bill, there was only the receptionist left in the office - and she was down the hall at the front desk. The dentist had let all the dental techs go home already, perhaps hoping something might happen with my wife.
My wife had on a short "coat dress" that buttoned all the way down the front. The dress ended about three inches above her knee but looked much shorter due to her high heels. Her dress was emerald green, trimmed in black. She wore black sheer-to-the-waist, light-support pantyhose. She had conveniently "forgotten" to wear panties. Her pumps were four inches high, black patent leather.
Cassi explained to the dentist that we were having a hard time and couldn't afford to pay anything right now. As she suspected, he wouldn't accept that and insisted on some form of payment. She told him to let her run to the bank and she'd be back in ten minutes.
As she was leaving, she turned to the dentist and said, "We can settle my bill easier if the receptionist is gone when I get back."
She looked him right in the eye and smiled a seductive smile.
The dentist smiled and said, "That can be arranged."
Cassi had no intention of going to the bank - that account had been sucked dry weeks ago. She slowly drove around the block and came back to the dentist office in a matter of minutes. The receptionist's car was gone from the parking lot. She walked to the door of the office and stepped into the reception area. She locked the outer office door and slowly unbuttoned her dress. It swung open, revealing her pretty pantyhose and black lacy bra.
The dentist walked in, looked at my wife and said, "Why Mrs. Miller, how nice of you to come back - please follow me to examining room number one."
The dentist had my wife sit in the dental chair - helping her slip out her dress before she sat down. I can only imagine how sexy she must have looked sitting in that chair with only a black bra, pantyhose, and her high heel pumps on! He reclined the chair all the way back so that she was practically laying on her back.
"Now Mrs. Miller," he said, "you just lay still, close your eyes, and we'll have that bill of yours cleared up in no time."
With that he slipped a mask over my wife's nose and mouth and turned on the nitrous oxide gas. In no time at all, my wife was feeling buzzed, relaxed and very horny. Her eyes were still closed as she felt the dentist's hands begin to explore her body. He rubbed his hands up and down her nylon covered legs. He then unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let her beautiful tits spill free. She heard him pull his wheeled stool over near the chair.
The dentist was at her feet, removing one of her pumps! The nitrous oxide was still flowing, putting her in a dream-like, numbed state. The dentist began licking her pretty foot and then sucked her toes through the nylon. He then pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on the bottom of her foot. After a few minutes, he replaced her pump, but left his cock poking out of his pants.
The dentist moved back to her side and was standing next to the chair.
"Why Mrs. Miller," he said, "it appears you've forgotten your panties. Perhaps you dressed without them intentionally?" he said smugly.
He continued to taunt my wife while stroking his rock-hard cock with his hand.
"If I didn't know better Mrs. Miller, I'd think you were a little slut," he said sarcastically.
