Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. "Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs," she would say after a good seeing to.
I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled it. That and the anticipation of waiting for her to return home, wondering exactly what she was up to, how many men there were, had they stripped her off completely, was she sucking a cock. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for her was just pure agony.
It all started after watching a program on hookers. One of the girls was about the same age and build as Shelly and she had started her call girl career by designing her own web site. Within weeks she was doing three to four punters a week and earning about £500. "Blimey, if she can earn that with her fat figure, imagine what blokes would pay to fuck you," I said as we cuddled up together on the sofa. "Would you really like me to fuck other men?" she asked, running her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got until the bulge had turned into a tent. "You bastard," she joked, grabbing my hard on, "it's actually turning you on isn't it, you really would like me to be a whore. Perhaps you'd like to think of me doing this." She unzipped my flies and pulled my rampant cock free. It was heaven as her tongue lashed round the rim before taking the first few inches in her mouth.
"Oh yeah, that's it babe, suck it real good, just imagine I'm some bloke in a hotel room and your sucking his cock." She was kneeling on the sofa beside me, her short skirt riding high on her thighs showing a tantalising glimpse of black stocking. I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the nylon. "Just think, some total stranger would be doing this to you as you sucked his fat cock." I let my fingers drift over her cunt mound causing her to moan in pleasure. "Would you like that, would you like him to touch your cunt as you suck him?"
"Hmm," she replied sending a wonderful vibration down my entire shaft.
I slipped my fingers inside her knickers and rubbed them up and down her mound. Her lips opened up and cum juice just poured out. I used my thumb to tease her clitoris causing her to tremor and double her efforts on my shaft. "The thoughts really turning you on isn't it, you really would like some other guy touching you up."
"Oh God yes," she said, breaking off from my cock as one hell of an orgasm hit her. Even before she had calmed down she had ripped her soaked knickers off and was sitting astride me stuffing my prick up her cunt. "Fuck me hard," was all she said. I undid her blouse and scooped her tits out from the confines of her bra; her nipples were rock hard. "Would you like him to fuck you like this, his big cock up your dripping cunt while he played with your tits and sucked your nipples?"
"Yes, oh yes, suck them Baby, suck them hard."
She was riding me like never before as I worked on her tits and it wasn't long before both of us were getting our rocks of. When she eventually climbed of, my jeans were soaked with a mixture of cum and pussy juice.
That night in bed, we discussed it again. "Would you really like to try that, meet some guy in a hotel room and let him fuck you for a hour?"
"Hmm, I don't know, it couldn't be just any old guy, I'd have to fancy him."
"So, if we found the right guy would you do it?"
"Hmm, if that's what you want, it might be exciting, and we could sure use the money."
I work with computers, so within a week we had our own web site with some pretty raunchy pictures of Shelly dressed in sexy underwear. At 31, she still has one hell of a body and at 5'8" is considered tall. With her 4" high heels on she looks positively awesome and gets lots of comments from horny men. Her 38DD tits aren't quite as firm as they used to be, but boy are they a handful and her shaven pussy just begs to be licked and fucked. Long brunette hair and brown come to bed eyes complete the picture.
The add requested that anyone interested should contact us via e-mail and include a photo and telephone number. By the second week, she had received twelve enquiries. Most of them could be ruled out as cranks, but one guy had sent a picture of himself and suggested she might like to meet at a local hotel for some fun. He was happy to pay the £100 suggested fee and had asked that she dress as in the web photo. It took three days before we got up the courage to phone the guy and I listened in on the extension as Shelly spoke to him. He sounded really nice and explained that he was often away on business and would like to indulge in the sort of fantasies he couldn't get at home. He wanted a nice looking woman to dress as a whore with black stockings, high heels etc who enjoyed giving and receiving oral and of course a good fuck. After checking it was alright with me, a meeting was set for Saturday night.
By seven o'clock Shelly was bathed, made up and dressed to kill. "Christ I'm nervous," she said getting into the car. "Listen Hon, you don't have to go through with it if you feel uncomfortable." We had already gone through the emotions bit, will you still love etc. and I had assured her I would be waiting for her when she came out. We drove to the hotel in silence.
Before she got out of the car I leaned over and kissed her. "Well, this is it, do or die, but it's your choice."
"Do you want me to?" she asked. I slid my hand up her skirt and into her knickers. "If this is wet then I know you want to," I said dipping my fingers into her pussy. It was soaking. "Guess that answers that then. Go on, have a real good time, and don't forget, leave your knickers off when you come out, I want to feel that lovely cunt of yours full of spunk." With that, she was out of the car and striding towards the hotel.
As I sat and waited it was pure mental torture. My stomach was in knots, my heart in my mouth and my prick harder than I'd ever seen it. I kept imagining my lovely wife lying back on some hotel bed, her legs spread wide while some guy did what he liked to her. Was he fucking her now? Did she suck his cock? Was he playing with her tits or licking her smooth pussy? After an hour it got even worse. Maybe he's got a massive cock, would she like it better than mine? Was he giving her multiple orgasms? How old was he? Maybe there were several men and she was being gang rapped.
One hour and thirty minutes, where was she, what was she doing? Now I was panicking.
I couldn't take any more and was just about to get out of the car when I saw her coming. She slowly walked across the car park before opening the door to climb in. Her hair was a complete mess, her make up was smeared but she had a grin a mile wide on her pretty face. "Well," was all I could say. She took my hand and opening her long legs placed it on her cunt. "Is this what you wanted?"
It was as though someone had coated her entire pussy and thighs with baby oil. My fingers glided across her smooth cunt lips and when I dipped them into her hole it was just saturated. I smeared the gooey mess across her clit and within seconds she was coming hard. "Oh fuck, yes, don't stop, oh yesssssss." When she was finished coming, she took my hand and licked each finger clean, looking me straight in the eyes as she greedily licked each one. "My God, what did he do to you?"
"Take me home and I'll tell you in bed."
I drove home like a maniac and before the front door had even slammed behind us we were tearing at each other's clothes. "I want to know every detail," I said, leaving her standing there in her sexy underwear. We lay on the bed, my fingers caressing her juicy cunt while hers slowly wanked my rock hard prick. We lay with our heads side by side on the pillow looking into each other's eyes as she told me what happened.
"I was really nervous standing outside the door, it took ages before I plucked up the courage to knock. The guy that answered was a little older than his photo suggested but he was still quite handsome. Going by his silver hair, I reckoned he was about mid fifties, slightly overweight and a little shorter than me. He was wearing one of those white towelling gowns. He introduced himself as Mike and invited me in. He had one of those suites with a lounge area leading through to the bedroom.
Once inside he took my coat and complemented me on my figure and outfit. He was really nice. Then he poured me a large glass of Champagne and sitting on the bed, asked me to stand in front of him. He started by running his hands up my legs, first on the outside then up my thighs. He said he loved the feel of my silky stockings. Then he undid the buttons and let the dress fall to the floor. I felt so embarrassed standing there in front of a strange man dressed like a cheap whore."
