What follows is the day after the night in the drive in. You should read that first, but a quick summary: We were at a drive in, she was blowing me in the back of the car, her former student- now in college - was watching us, I invited him and essentially traded her mouth and pussy (not fucking, just a blowjob) for his silence. I -- and she -- got really turned on with the idea of her being used in a business transaction like a hooker.
The Next Day
The next morning I woke up, looked over at my ex still sleeping. After she took my 20 dollars, we went to bed and had incredible sex. We went to sleep right after that, so in looking at her, I still saw the cum glazed face of my ex-wife, last night's paid for whore.
I got up and shook my head. I didn't know what kind of hell I was in for. We had to discuss what happened, and I didn't know if this would be a crying fight, a shouting fight, or get out of my life fight. I wasn't sure what her reaction would be. Hell, I was reeling in thinking about what I did the night before. I gave her to be used like a party favor in exchange for that kid keeping his mouth shut. While it was not the intention of the night -- we were only going to make out in the back of a car -- I found I got off seeing her being used like an object, calling her degrading names, and treating her like a common street whore.
I got up and started to make breakfast. I figured the games were over, and we needed to talk this out. I then heard her get up, and go right to the shower. I heard a quiet wow from the other room -- and that probably meant she looked at her face for the first time. She hadn't cleaned up from the night before, so she saw what I saw the previous night: a cum covered slut who sucked guys in cars as part of a business deal, and not the cute high school teacher she normally was.
I got things ready as she emerged from the bathroom. It was like night and day. Here she was looking like my ex always did. The Dorothy Hamill hair cut perfectly in place, a very clean and perky face, all wrapped up in a white terrycloth robe that went mid-thigh. The transformation from whore to school teacher was amazing -- and really turned me on. The bad girl went back to good girl almost instantaneously.
"Good morning! Breakfast is ready." I said as she approached.
I pulled out a chair for her, but she wasn't smiling. I knew I was in trouble -- this was going to be bad. I poured coffee and brought it to her. Then I sat down and waited for the war.
But nothing came. She sipped her coffee, and ate a nibble, So I decided to broach the subject -- someone had to.
"I think we should talk about last night."
"Yeah, I know.", she said and sighed.
Not what I expected, so I continued.
"How do you feel?"
She looked up at me with those soft brown eyes and said, "Honestly?"
"Yeah, honestly? Are you ok?"
"Truthfully, it was the most exciting and incredible thing I've ever done."
My mouth dropped. Is she saying she liked it? I asked," So you liked what happened last night?"
"Well, maybe not at first, but in a bit, I really got into it. And that's what scares me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the part I liked the best was being used liked a sex toy. I was treated like an object, and I really got off on it. Being degraded by you guys, being called all those names. Two guys using me for their pleasure - that really got me going!"
"So -- what scares you about that? You had a good time, right?"
"It's not the good time. It's the fact I was the paid whore, and really liked it. I liked being given something in exchange for sex! What does that say about me?"
She looked like she was going to cry. So I reached for her hand and said, "If you think about it, you've always been the good girl. The proper girl. The girl who never does anything wrong. And the fact you get turned on by being bad is the whole point".
"What do you mean?"
"The normal you would ever think about doing that -- but deep down, you want to be that bad girl, at least every once in a while. And when those situations arise, you go there. The times we've done stuff that gets you really going is when you step out of the good girl area and act like, well, a whore."
I said that word, and she looked at me with eyes that shot right through me. I thought I was dead where I stood.