This is a prequel to the story where my wife gets a pimp. It documents the fantasy play that my wife and I engaged in as she moved closer and closer to her ultimate fantasy of being a street whore.
I was sitting in my car watching my wife walk down the street swaying her ass from side to side. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans shorts that were two sizes too small for her and a pair of six inch red hooker heels. Her shirt was a sheer red tub top in which her 36 C breasts could be seen swaying side to side. Her ass cheeks hung out of the shorts.
This was our game. Shortly after we were married my wife had confided in me that she loved being a slut and had a fantasy of being a common whore. Although she was 40 and a newly minted vice president at the largest corporation in our town, she was wildly turned on by the prospect of being a street whore. Michelle was 5 foot 7 with shoulder length blond hair. Her large breasts were complimented by her long legs and a sweet round ass that had just the right amount of jiggle in it that made men go crazy when she wore tight short skirts or tight pants.
A few weeks after she told me about her fantasy I had ordered a set of slutty whore clothes from an on line retailer. When the box arrived and she opened it she promptly put on her whore clothes and we had great sex. Later that night she told me that the wanted to wear them in public. A few days later we picked an industrial area in the next town over and rented a motel room. Michele put on her clothes and I went out first in our car with a video camera and stationed myself down the block. I took several minutes of film as she sashayed up and down the street waving at cars and trucks that honked at her.
A few minutes later a car stopped and Michele walked over to the passenger's side. She leaned in with her ass in her tight jeans shorts sticking out. I couldn't make out exactly what was going on by several minutes later I saw her stand up and her tube top was down and her tits were hanging out. She waved at the car as it drove away and trotted over to my car as she pulled up her tube top.
"Honey, that was a group of college boys and look!" My wife held up a twenty dollar bill.
"They paid me to let them play with my tits. My first money as a whore." My wife was beaming. "Now take me back to the motel and fuck me because I am so damn horny."
We went back to the motel and during sex my wife was telling me that the boys in the car were making fun of her and telling her that she was too old to be a whore and then one of them said he always wanted to fuck a milf and he gave her his number. The one in the passenger seat who had been playing with her tits and who gave her the money had taken a sharpie marker and written "slut" on her left tit. My wife said it turned her on to be marked and written on by a college age boy half her age. I could tell she was thinking about calling the guy who had given her his number. While we had always fantasized about her having sex with other men, we had kept our fantasies to her dressing slutty and going out to bars and flirting with other men. On several occasions she had made out with men she had picked up- usually while slow dancing while I watched from the bar. On one occasion I sat in my car and watched as she made out with a young man she picked up at a dance club. When she left his car and he drove away she told me that she had jerked him off while he was kissing her and playing with her tits. But now it seemed we were headed to a different and much darker place.
During the next week my wife was insatiable in bed, and all of her fantasies revolved around her going back to the motel and calling the guy from the car and having him pay to fuck her. Just calling my wife a whore during sex caused her to go crazy with lust.
On Thursday my wife greeted me when I came home from work in a new whore outfit. It was a sheer white mini skirt, with five inch black leather heels that had straps that wound up her calf and a tight black tank top that came down to just above her belly button. When she walked her large breasts swayed side to side because her skirt was so tight and her heels were so high that she had to walk in a manner that accentuated her ass and her tits. Her hair had been pulled back into a short pony tail and she had bright red lipstick on.
"You like" she said as she turned around. "This is for us this weekend."
"Are we going back to the motel? I asked, already knowing the answer.
My wife giggled "yup, and I already have some customers lined up."
The next day I picked my wife up from work. She had packed a bag with her street walker clothes and I had put it in my car. She got into the car breathless- "I have been wet all day thinking of this."
"Listen" I said. "How far are you going to take this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you going to just pick up guys and fuck them? How about getting into a stranger's car. There's a lot of danger here."
"I know" she sighed. "I need to find a pimp."
"Are you crazy?" I shouted.
"Calm down. I think if I approached the right guy and told him I was just doing this for fun he would he watch out for me, I think it would work. Plus I could make him some good money shaking this ass."
"What about this weekend?" I didn't even begin to know what to think about the pimp.
"Gerry. That's the kid who is in college who was in the car the other day, will be driving by at 7:30. He's bringing some friends with him and it's going to be a party. But he wants to pick me up walking down the street. So we're going to go to the motel and get the room and then at about 7:20 you will stay in the room and I will go for a stroll. For this weekend we can tell the guys that you work for my pimp. Just stay in the corner, get the money and look tough."
Before I could say anything my wife pulled out a large box of condoms. "And everybody has to wear one of these so we stay safe." My wife smiled and leaned over and kissed me while I drove. She took her hand and squeezed my crotch. "And when the boys are done fucking your whore, you'll get a turn, ok?"
I nodded my head. I was turned on, but this was going way too fast for me.
We got to the motel and unloaded our luggage and my wife dressed in her whore outfit. The white skirt was way to small and she really had to struggle to close it. The white fabric clung to her ass and her ass checks were visible through the material. From the front I could see the outlines of her dark triangle.
She was walking around in her high heels that had straps going up mid calf and her skirt but with no shirt and I was turned on. My wife came over to me and grabbed my cock.
"Oh my. I see someone is excited." Her sheer red lipstick glistened right next to my mouth. She leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Do you like your whore wife?"
I nodded. My mouth was dry. She ran her tongue into my ear. "Your whore wife is about to go out on the street and shake her ass and tits for everyone to see. Do you want to stop me?"
I was silent and she squeezed my cock harder.
"No" I croaked.
"Your slut wife is bringing some college boys back her to fuck her. Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I want to watch my slut wife fuck a bunch of college boys."
My wife ran a long red nail down the front of my cock through my jeans. I was rock hard.
I went to cup one of her tits but she grabbed my hand. "No way. Those are for the customers." My wife wiggled away and put on her shirt. Her nipple were rock hard and were visible through the sheer material of the shirt.
"If you're good I'll jerk you off later."
My wife wiggled out the door and started walking down the street.
