'You never told me!'
'No. It's not easy to admit is it?'
'Seriously?'
'Yes, but I'm too old and ugly' she said with a sad sigh, rather too obviously fishing for complements.
'Darling you are 35 and beautiful, you would make a great whore' I was able to truthfully say as she giggled.
The talk had made me hot and I started to speed up when she almost yelled.
'Don't cum!'
Damn, I thought, the dirty talk had taken me to the edge. Just then Jane flexed her hips rapidly forward so that I fell out of her. She stood upright, her summer dress falling back down over her bare bottom.
'Stay there. Don't move.'
And she was gone for just a moment. We had finished the wine earlier but a second later she appeared with an open can of beer. I thought OK, a beer break. Why not?
'Drink this, slowly. Enjoy.' She disappeared again, I assumed to pour a drink for herself, however the next thing I heard was the apartment door close. I felt like an idiot, stood there on the balcony my own, holding a can of beer and with my erection starting to fade wondering what was going on. I smelt a waft of Channel No 5, Jane's most expensive perfume.
'Oh My God' I said to myself as realisation began to dawn. I looked down and what seemed an age later my fears were confirmed when my wife walked out of the front door of our building. Jane had picked up a pretty little clutch handbag and she was wearing high heels. She was brushing her hair as she crossed the street, and I watched as she put it up into a ponytail. She really did look stunning, if a little oddly dressed so late at night in her very flimsy white sundress. I went to call to ask her what on earth she thought she was doing but no words came. Somehow my hand was on my cock, now rock hard again, not believing what I was seeing.
Jane positioned herself exactly where the young woman had been, and looked up at me. I don't know what made me do it, but I turned so she could see a little better and began to very obviously stroke my cock. She was watching me intently. I was sure she would end the game then. The thrill of standing there would be enough, and any moment she would cross back so we could finish making love.
It was then that a BMW pulled up beside her. The passenger window must have been down because she leaned right in to talk to the driver. Moments later my wife looked up at me as she opened the car door and climbed in, and a second later the brake lights went out and the car pulled away.
I stood there barely able to breath. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife had just climbed into a car with a complete stranger, and been carted of too God knows where, presumably having just agreed to have sex with him for money. Thoughts of kidnappers and rapists and axe murderers swamped my brain.
Seconds later I saw the light beams, well before I saw the BMW. The headlights blazed against the limestone wall at the far end of the little carpark that had been put to use earlier in the evening. She must have told him to turn down the alley to the parking. With a rush of blood to the head as I realised that Jane not only intended to get laid for money, she intended for me to see it happen.
The BMW pulled up in the secluded walled carpark, not parking in the marked bays, just rolling to a halt in the middle of the space. The headlight lights were tuned off, but no one got out. For almost ten minutes nothing stirred and I was as anxious as it was possible to be. What on earth could they be discussing?
Then I watched breathlessly and felt a sharp stab of jealousy as I realise they were making out. Kissing. I could see him reasonably well as he was closest, but less of Jane. Until, that is, my wife lowered her head down to his lap. In the dark I couldn't make much out detail at first. Until that is, Jane stopped what she was doing and switched the internal curtesy light on. I knew she did it deliberately, not for him, for me. Then the bobbing of her head and the flicking of her ponytail were unmistakeable. I could even see his cock and her face. She was looking my way as she sucked him off. My wife, the woman I loved, and with whom I had been making love less than half an hour earlier, was giving a stranger a blow job for money. And she was doing it deliberately right in front of me, and she wanted me to watch. My hand was working my cock in time with her bobbing. I saw his head loll back and thought of her lips and her skill and enthusiasm at sucking cock. I expected it to be over, but every now and then she stopped, and they appeared to talk for a few minutes, and then her head would drop back down to his lap and it would begin all over again. Jane, I thought with detachment. Don't you know prostitutes are meant to get it over as quickly as they can, not to edge their clients? For almost half an hour, on and off I watched my wife suck him, saw her ponytail bobbing and flicking, up and down.
Then the car door opened and Jane climbed out of the BMW, leaving her door open. She walked around and stood perhaps five yards in front of the car. Then he must have deliberately switched the headlights on, bathing her in light. Thank God, I thought. It must be over, he was leaving.
However the shadowy figure didn't start the engine. What he did do was open his door too, and turn on what must have been the CD or a connected iPod or something. It wasn't loud but in the evening stillness I could just about hear enough to pick out the tune.
As the first chords floated across I felt a jolt. It was a song from decades ago that Jane and I had discovered together. I was astonished anyone else had ever heard of it, let alone had it to hand in their car. It was a song called 'A little bit more' sung by an American group called 'Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show'. My wife loved it and more than once we had lay on a rug in front of our fire on a cold winter's night making love to this music. She must have asked him if he had the song, but it was surely a hell of a coincidence that he did!
My wife then did something for him that she quite often did for me, and I felt a stab of jealousy again. She started to dance. She is a really, really sexy dancer and both he and I separately watched her from our different vantage points transfixed as she swayed so sensually to the music. Her sultry shadow was cast against the wall behind her as she moved. The headlights were powerful enough to punch straight through the sundress, so it looked more like she was wearing a gossamer wrap than a dress. She was twisting this way and that, lifting the hem of her dress teasingly at first to revealing glimpses of her bare bottom and neatly trimmed triangle. I could barely breathe.
In the end it was too much for him. He called and she stopped dancing and walked towards the car. I could hear that he was speaking but not make out the words. Presumably they were commands, for Jane crossed her arms and in one fluid motion took off her sundress and tossed it onto the roof of the car. She stood there naked other than her high heels. Then he jumped out of the front seat, kneeled to, I realise, use the electric motor to move the seat right forward, and opened the door to the back of the car and climbed in and sat downright on the edge of the seat. Jane followed him and simply climbed onto his lap facing him and kissed him passionately. There was something unbelievably erotic seeing my naked wife climb on this clothed businessman. With the door open it was quite possible to catch the moment of penetration as her hand went down between them to guide him and she lowered herself onto him. Then she began to fuck him, slowly at first then faster and faster, bouncing up and down on his cock. Not too long after that I saw her push herself right down, her head thrown back and heard my wife cry out as she came, and from his body movements I was in no doubt at all that he had just filled her up. My own cock jerked and a stream of semen shot in a hot jet into the night.
They stayed in their embrace, with Jane still straddling him. They were kissing again, presumably with him still inside her, at least at first. I wondered if they had used a condom, but I already knew in my heart they had not. I thought of her pussy, full of his cock, leaking his cum, and I shuddered. We had been trying for a while for a baby so she wasn't using contraception, and it was about the right time of the month.
My thoughts were distracted as they detangled themselves and both climbed out of the car. I could make out as he did up his flies, and then they kissed again. He was of course fully clothed. My wife was still naked other than for her high heels. Almost reluctantly she retrieved her dress from the roof of the car, and pulled it over her head. Soon after he began to turn the car and I saw him pass her clutch bag out of the window, and they had some sort of discussion. She bent forward one last time and kissed him. I thought he was going to leave her there in the carpark. What actually happened was that Jane walked in front of the BMW theatrically pointing and leading the way. All the while my wife was holding her dress up round her middle so that her bottom was not only bare, but fully highlighted by the headlights. He drove a few feet behind her at a snail's pace as she very deliberately sashaying her white rump from side to side, turning now and gains to wiggle her pussy at him. They soon disappeared from my sight back down the alley. She must have already said her final goodbyes quickly because she reappeared on the corner quite soon after, and alone.
I thought that would be it and she would come straight back to me, but she didn't. She stood right out on that street corner, not looking my way at all. When soon after another car slowed she walked to over it and started talking to the driver. Another businessman or perhaps a salesman by the looks of it I decided, this time in a top end Ford. I watched her open the door and climb in. They too went down the alley and both climbed into the back seat and slid down out of sight. He was very quick and she was back in minutes this time. She didn't come back after him, either.
She visited the carpark twice more that night, once with a guy that she propositioned as he walked past, probably on his way home from a late opening pub or party. Two minutes of talk then they started walking. He fucked up against the wall in almost exactly the same spot and style as the prostitute had been had earlier in the evening. I think she did it like that deliberately.
Then there were two young black lads together, teenagers I'd guess, in an old beaten up Peugeot. They hauled her out of the back and bent my wife over the bonnet of their car, and lifted her sundress up over her back. Then they took turns at her. It was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. They fucked her brains out.
In neither case were proceedings as well lit as with the first guy, but I could see enough to work out the basics of what was happening, and heard enough to know she came on each of their cocks. The two black lads were rough, fucking her hard and pulling her back onto their cocks with one hand round her throat and the other pulling on her ponytail. I wondered if I should intervene, but my wife's orgasms told me otherwise.
