continued from "Convincing My Slut Wife"
I spent a different night each week at some upscale hotel or motel lounge. I averaged two johns a night, five one night. I got between $50 and $100 each time. Brian was getting close to picking up an extra $1000 a month from my whoring.
One time I was interrogated by an undercover cop who said he had heard something. We bantered back and forth. To make a long story short I followed him out to the alley and sucked him off under a lamppost. (He was hoping some of his cop buddies would see us and I would blow them, too, but none did, disappointing me almost as much as him.) In return he said the department would leave me alone, though he would need a little action every few weeks. I told him I'd be glad to suck his cock whenever he wanted. "Could be me and a couple of my buddies," he added. I purred, "Whatever, honey. If they got cocks I'll suck 'em. Might even let a couple in my pussy... for a small contribution."
One Saturday afternoon a neighbor stopped by. Just being sociable he told Brian but quickly got to his real reason: curiosity with the comings and goings of man after man. Brian made a quick assessment. "Oh, you want to know about our friends always stopping by?"
"Well, I know it's probably none of my business, but I'm a little curious," he replied.
"Can you promise me your wife wouldn't care or not know?" Brian asked.
The neighbor showed a mixed reaction: a combo of perplex ion with a knowing smile. "She doesn't know a lot of things I do and she'll never know about this if that's how you want it."
That was good enough for Brian and they came inside to the family room. He called me. "Honey our neighbor was curious about all the men stopping by and was wondering what was going on. Let's show him. Raise your sweater, lift your bra, and show him your tits." In short order my tits were bare and our neighbor sat there wide-eyed and dumfounded. Brian said to him, "Wouldn't you stop over all the time too if you could get your hands on those beauties? But that ain't all." He said to me, "Slide your panties off, raise your skirt above your waist, and show him your pussy." Within seconds I was standing in front of him with bare tits and my pussy staring him in the face. "That's why all of those men stop by so often, to get a piece of ass from my bride," Brian said to him. "You can feel why they're enthusiastic. Feel her tit with one hand and her pussy with the other... It's O.K. Go ahead."
He tentatively reached out one hand and squeezed a tit.
"She has great nipples. Tweak 'em. And get a hand on her pussy. Rub it a little then insert a finger," Brian whispered.
Soon he got over his inhibitions and was pinching and pulling a nipple and finger fucking. I played the role. "Those men stop by because they crave this pussy; and this pussy craves cock -- everybody wins! I can tell you understand by the bulge in your pants." I reached down and squeezed his fast getting hard dick. "Their dicks need a little nookie. It feels like your dick wants some nookie. Let me see." I quickly reached down, pulled his belt off, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and grabbed his dick from his shorts. Before he could even think of a reaction I said, "If your wife is willing to share, my pussy really wants your cock," and engulfed his dick with my mouth and began sucking. I sucked him good and deep for a couple of minutes. He began moaning loudly.
Brian came over, pulled my mouth off and said, "She prefers cum in her pussy."
I easily shoved his steel-hard dick in my pussy, fucked him and talked dirty. "Doesn't my dirty cunt feel good on your dick? Most men say my tight little cunt feels great. My pussy loves a cock in it. Didja know my husband loves me to have other cock in my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Let me ram my pussy over your whole cock." I bounced furiously. He blasted a load deep in me. I got off, thanked his cock and kissed it good-bye.
Brian said, "Now you know, neighbor. You can fuck my slut wife anytime you want. Just call. Remember to keep it secret. Don't tell anyone. And don't tell your wife unless she's willing to ante her pussy and join our little fuck fest." He zipped up his pants and rambled out the door muttering, "Holy shit!"
A couple of Saturdays later Brian and I were having breakfast after he served me my morning cum juice. He told me to eat a big breakfast and a pretty good lunch. He gave me the address of a small converted warehouse across town that I was to drive to between 2 and 3pm and meet Leroy. "I sold your sweet ass to Leroy for the day. He's going to introduce you to some brothers and a couple hos. You'll be his whore until at least midnight, though he might line up more bros and keep you 'til Sunday morning. So I don't want you to get hungry." With a smile he added, "This day will make us both pleased. You'll probably get more cock in 24 hours than anybody ever has before, and some of those cocks will be monstrous! A couple of instructions: wear a sexy outfit including a bra and panties. Leave an extra pair of panties and a coat or something in the car 'cause they might either keep or destroy the clothes you wear. Last use a suppository before you leave; you'll need lots of free space in your ass."
After expelling my rectum and shaving my pussy, I put on a sheer white blouse, a loose short black leather mini-skirt, white panties, black bra and a ton of dark red lipstick, kissed my loving husband good-bye, and drove off to meet Leroy. He was waiting in a black Escalade when I arrived. His greeting was, "You know, your cunt, ass and mouth belong to me now, to use however I want."