Julie, my wife, has a pretty face, blonde hair, brown eyes, and an ass that has always demanded attention from men. At 37, she is a hot milf. Before we dated she got around a little. It always turned me on when she talked about her slutty days.
We've been together for 18 years, and she's been a good girl during all those years. In recent years, busy with work and responsibility, we haven't fucked as much as we used to. During the lull, I turned more to internet porn--hotwife, gangbang porn, girls with strapons, and eventually trans girl porn.
My wife has always had a sexy pussy with a big clit and meaty lips. She loves having her clit licked and talks dirty asking me to fuck her with my big cock. She talked a lot about John Holmes' cock after we watched a movie about him. I knew she had a thing for big cocks. I have a thick 7" cock with a big head--but I knew she lusted for more. Lusted for bigger cock. And the last few years her pretty puffy pussy and thick cunt lips have been neglected while I delved into kinky porn.
We've had trouble lately keeping up with inflation and paying our debts and have considered part-time gigs to help get ahead.
One day Julie comes home from work wearing a skirt after a big meeting with her boss. She usually wears dress slacks and a blouse. She sits down at the kitchen table and crosses her legs. "I've been thinking," she says. "What if i got a part-time job to help pay off our debt?"
"What kind of job?" I say.
"I should start an only fans page," she says.
I laugh. "Those guys are so kinky. You'd have to do a lot of dirty stuff."
"I could work from home," she says. She uncrossed her legs and the space between her legs opened almost to her pubic hair. She had a nearly trimmed landing strip of dark blonde hair, just out of sight.
"That's true," I say. I kiss her on the forehead and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and realize my cock is rock hard. Was she serious, I wonder? Surely not. She's been very vanilla since we married. I get under the hot water and imagine all the DMs she'd get. All day. Every day. And all the dick pics she'd get. She'd be looking at big cocks all day. She'd become cock-obsessed.
My cock is achingly hard at this point.
I towel off and walk back into the kitchen. Julie is still sitting at the table looking at her phone.
"I'm okay with your new part-time job," I say.
Julie looks up from her phone. "It would be nice to have the extra money," she says.
Julie started her only fans page and posted a few pictures of herself in her panties. She had one pair of leopard print panties I chose. She had me take the pics. I took an angled shot looking up at her pantied crotch, her thick pussy lips bulging against the fabric, while she smiled down at the camera. Smiled at all the guys that would be looking at her. Smiled at all the cocks she would be making hard.