When I got home Wednesday evening, Ann had our laptop on and a pile of underground newspapers beside it. "Hi, Honey," she said as I came in. "I thought I'd do a little market research."
"Market research?" I replied.
"I think we should find out what to look for in swinging and doing shows."
"Are you still on that kick?"
"Why not? We both love sex. We love watching each other get laid. We love being watched. We could use the money, not that we're broke, but we could afford a few more things with the extra cash."
"I don't know. Chance encounters are one thing. I don't have a problem with that. But deliberately meeting for people for sex is something else."
"What's wrong with it? You deliberately left me alone to fuck Eric. You deliberately fucked the girl from the escort agency."
"Because you wanted me to."
"Tom Harper. How can you be so open-minded and a prude at the same time? It won't hurt to look these over."
She opened a newspaper and we looked at the ads. There were numerous display ads for escorts and masseuses featuring naked girls. While they did not say "Sex for Sale," the messages were very clear. "Generous gentlemen" was mentioned in almost every one. A couple ads advertised for couples and female customers. The classified ads covered almost every sexual persuasion imaginable. There were gay men and women wanting to meet the same; straight couples looking for other couples or singles, mostly single women. Men seeking single women and couples was the largest category. We circled a few of the couples for couples ads. Most of them demanded letters with nude photos in the initial response. Some people in the personal ads wanted experienced swingers only while others welcomed newbies. The latter was definitely our category.
I traced her inner thigh under her skirt with my fingertips up to her crotch. Instead of finding the panties I expected, I discovered a naked pussy. "Keep that up and dinner will be late. We haven't shaved yet," Ann said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "That finger reminds me of something I need your help with."
"You know you can always count on me. What is it?"
"There's a new intern who is constantly hitting on the nurses. He's propositioned me twice. He knows his medicine inside out, but he's impossible to work with."
"Has anyone talked to the administrator?"
"Not yet, but I have a plan that should either straighten him out or get him fired. If I don't succeed, we're going to file a complaint on Monday. I'll tell you about it while we shave."
We went to the bedroom and stripped. We talked over her ideas and refined them a bit while we shaved each other. Even though neither of us had any stubble, we did it anyway for the pleasure it gave us. We cooked and ate our dinner wearing our new bathing suits. The paste-on cups on her big boobs covered so little that I had a constant bulge in my G-string. Even after twenty-three years of marriage, she could still turn me on. Thoughts of the past week kept me very excited. I couldn't think of anything short of major felonies that I wouldn't do for her.
After dinner, we booted up our computer and signed online. We went to the newspaper website. It had the same ads as the paper edition. There were a few nude shots of the alleged employees; most of them showed only of the women's backs. There weren't any pictures of men. No prices were listed.
Ann called the phone number in the ad. A woman attempting to sound sexy answered. "Hi," Ann said, "my husband and I saw your ad for couples, and we wanted to get some information."
"What would you like to know?" Her voice became very businesslike.
"Prices for one thing. What services are provided?"
"Are either of you bi?"
"No. We're both straight."
"Okay, we have a one-hour show featuring a man and a woman. That starts at two hundred. That's just for watching. Naturally it's higher for audience participation."
"How much higher?"
"If only you participate, then it's two-fifty. For your husband, it's three hundred, and both of you, it's three twenty-five. That's what most couples go for. I don't have anybody available tonight. We're booked up for the next week."
"Oh." Ann sounded disappointed.
"Would you guys like jobs, We can't handle all the couple calls we get now."
"What's the split on the fee?"
"I take a third. You get the rest plus tips. You could probably average fifteen hundred a week."
"Sounds tempting. I'll talk it over with him and get back to you." Ann hung up the phone. We stood up and she pressed herself against me. "Sounds pretty good to me. We get to be watched; we get to watch; we get to swap; and we get paid. Fifteen hundred a week is seventy-eight thousand a year, and that's just part-time."
Her warm body coupled with the thought of almost unlimited sex dried my throat. I could hardly speak. "Let's try a swinging couple first. If that works out, then we can try a show or two."
"That's fine with me."
She ground her hips against mine and grabbed my butt to keep me from escaping, not that I wanted to. I untied the strings of the bottom of her bathing suit and tossed it aside. She leaned against the table as I knelt before her lovely bald pussy and parted her lips. Her shaved pubes were still a novelty, and I became even more turned on as I sucked her clit into a rigid shaft. My own shaft distended my suit to the point that it didn't cover any part of my scrotum. The missing hair allowed me to make all of my tongue strokes smooth. There was no pausing to pick strands from my teeth. Ann was plainly pleased by the continuous motion. She put legs over my shoulders and supported herself by her hands. As I reached up to fondle her breasts, she pulled off the cups to give me unrestricted access to her nipples. Soon she was moaning "Take me. Take me now."
I stood up and she turned her ass toward me. I jerked my G-string down and let her lead me into her dripping snatch. My own missing hair allowed me to feel more of her pussy and bottom than ever before. The extra friction of skin against skin, of my shaft in her vagina, built the pressure in my balls to the exploding point. My own passion reached a crescendo as her muscles tightened around my cock. Each wad of cum oozed out of her onto my balls and thighs as her climax rattled her while I emptied my nuts, but she was so tense that she was forcing me out.
The following afternoon, Ann called me at my office to set her plan in motion. I then called our answering machine and recorded a message that said I would be working late, probably until ten o'clock or later. When I got home, I put my car in the garage with the van and went into the house. After disrobing and putting my clothes away, I dashed to the bathroom to shave. When I finished, I was four minutes ahead of schedule. As I pulled my shorts on, I heard two cars pull into the driveway. Grabbing my tank top, I ran to my hiding place.
I heard the front door close, and my message being played on the answering machine. "Hear that," Ann said. "We've got all evening." I settled in and waited. And waited. Fifteen minutes passed and they hadn't entered the bedroom. It had been my idea for her to take her time seducing him rather than jumping right into bed. Another fifteen minutes passed. I realized the one flaw in our plan; I had nothing to do while waiting. I didn't have a book to read. I couldn't step out to get a magazine because I didn't know when they would enter the bedroom. I would probably get caught and ruin everything. So I waited.
After another hour, they finally entered the bedroom. The afternoon sun shone through the open curtains. Both of them were naked and Ann was leading him by his hardon. He was huge. I wondered if she could swallow that beast. She told him to stretch out on the bed while she went to the bathroom. When she returned, I could tell that she had shaved. Her head went right to his dick. After a series of kisses up and down its length, she took it into her mouth and tried desperately to take it all in, but he was a couple inches too long. She gave up shortly and sat up. "You really ought to shave," she told him.
He rubbed his chin. "I guess I do have a five o'clock shadow," he said.
"Not your face. This." She rubbed his prick. "I'll be right back." Before he could react, she jumped off the bed. She returned with a damp towel, shaving foam, and a razor. "Raise your hips." Meekly he obeyed. Working quickly she foamed his crotch and rapidly depilated him. When she finished, she sent him to the shower.
When the water started running, she came to me for a kiss, then laid down on the bed. Her firm breasts and taut nipples pointed straight up. I became more aware of how lovely she is. Each time she had another man, I appreciated her beauty anew. This night she was even more radiant.
When he came back, she sat up and beckoned him to stand in front of her for an inspection. Satisfied with her handiwork, she put his pecker back in her mouth. This time she took all of it and sucked enthusiastically. Just before he approached his point of no return, she stopped. "See how much better that feels," she said. "There's nothing in the way, and I don't have to pick my teeth." She laid back down and spread her legs.
