My wife is 40 year old executive at a major corporation. She is in a high powered field and earns a great income. She also has had an overwhelming fantasy to be a whore to a black pimp. During our love making we would tell each other fantasies. That led to me buying her hooker outfits, which led to me videoing her walking down the street pretending to look for johns. One day we were out walking around and she saw a bar. it was a rough bar on the edge of a bad section of town. Before I could stop her she strolled in and when she walked in wearing her super tight shorts, a see through tank top and 6 inch hooker heels all eyes turned towards her. My wife is 5'8 145 pounds with medium length blonde hair and 38DDs that she loves showing off. She also has a great ass that her tight shorts show off. She sashayed up to the bar and before she could order a young thug of about 22 approached her. He bought her a drink, lit her cigarette and they moved off to a booth. I joined them a few minutes later and was introduced to James. James kind of sneered at me. He and my wife were sitting at one side of the booth and I was on the other. James had one arm around her and I could see that my wife had her hand with her long red nails in his lap. She was running one nail up and down what must have been a giant cock.
"Honey- James is just what I've been looking for!"
I remained silent.
"James said I can hang with him next weekend and he will watch me as I walk the street."
James took a swig of his drink. He was enjoying having his cock stroked.
"If your wife wants to learn the business she gonna need protection. That's me. With me she won't get rapped or robbed."
"WHat do you charge?" I asked.
James smiled. "My offer is to teach her and protect her. I get the money my ho's make. What I choose to spend on them is between me and my woman." James pulled her closer to him and let his arm hang down so his hand was stroking the outside of her left tit. My wife just sat there has her new pimp explored her body. Slowly but surely this pimp who was half her age was starting to show her he was going to own her. She looked up at him and his kissed her. I could see his tongue go into her willing mouth. "I want to become his woman" my wife said as she pulled her mouth away. But James put his hand behind her head and pulled her back. In between letting his tongue play with hers I heard him softly telling her "you will be my woman and I will be your man. I will protect you and make you my ho." My wife willingly kissed him back with a smile. Her eyes were staring deeply into his. She was intoxicated with the thought of becoming his whore.
"Honey- James is going to take me to his crib. I want you to pick me up when I call you."
"I'm not sure about this."
My wife glared at me: "I am. Now go."
"Yeah get" James said and laughed. I watched as they walked out of the bar. I saw James stop and say something to my wife. Then he stood there as she walked to his car, but now she was swaying her ass from side to side in an exaggerated manner.
"Lesson number one" James said. "Always walk like a whore when you wit your man."
My wife got into the car and they drove off. About two hours later she texted me the address of a motel nearby and I went and picked her up. She was glowing. All she could talk about what James and his big cock and how great a lover he was and how she wanted to be his whore.
When we got home I spoke with her to make sure she wanted to do this. Picking up a thug and fucking him was one thing, becoming a whore to a pimp was another.
"This is my fantasy" she said. "It's not enough to fuck him. I need to become his ho. He needs to become my man and own me and take my pussy and pimp out my ass. Then I will feel fulfilled."
"I don't understand how fucking other guys will make him more sexy to you." I said.
"That's right. You'll never know. I'm the whore."
Next Friday rolled around and she got dressed in her standard hooker outfit that I had bought for her for out fun- tight shorts, tight see through tank top with spaghetti straps, and six inch red heels. I drove her to the bar and James was waiting outside. My wife ran from the car and into his arms. The kissed deeply for a few minutes and then my wife got into his car and waved goodbye. I drove home not sure what to make of all of it.
My wife texted me around midnight saturday morning to come get her, which i wasn't expecting. I drove to the motel where she was "working" and saw her thug bf sitting in a car with the seat pushed back. A second later my wife's head popped up. It had been in his lap. They both got out of the car and she walked toward me with her head down. She was wearing the super tight shorts and her high heels and a tank top shirt that had been ripped so she had to hold one side to keep it up. She didn't look happy. I asked what happened but she just stared at the ground.
"Tell him bitch" her thug pimp bf said.
"I mouthed off." I asked what that meant. My wife continued to look at the ground. "I didn't do exactly what he said and then I spoke back to him. I disrespected my man."
Her thug said "tell him what else bitch".
My wife took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm his ho and I got to do what I'm told."
I asked what happened.
"She was fuckin my friend and she didn't want to suck his dick." James said.
My wife was just staring at the ground. James continued: "And then when i told her to suck it she said no and then cursed at me."
"So what happened then?" I asked.
"I told her- bitch don't make me come over there. But she didn't start sucking so I go up and walked over to her and then she got scared and started crying and I told her she wasn't my whore no more and to call you. So she started saying sorry and begged to suck his cock and he finally let her do it but first he made her follow him out to the street on her knees and then she sucked his cock outside where everyone could see it."
"So now she need to decide if she want to stay my ho or go back home."
My wife was staring at the ground. "I want to stay."
