Kelly and I continued to see each other, and occasionally I'd join in a three way with Walter, both of us sperming his wife. Walter, for his part was enjoying the arrangement, excited that his long time fantasy was being fulfilled on a somewhat regular basis. Funny how something as simple as living out a fantasy can make such a dramatic difference in one's ability to respond to erotic stimulus. Kelly, though, was getting more and more put off by his kidding about renting her out. One day, after we had made love, I asked her if she wanted to call his bluff on it.
"I've been thinking about how I can do it," said Kelly, a look of frustration on her face. "That's a whole new world for us. I was surprised at how he reacted to you and I having sex. I'm not sure if I really went through with something like that, with several guys, how he'd take it. He might get even more turned on, but it's also possible that one guy-you-he's OK with, but a bunch, maybe not."
"How do you feel about doing it?? After all, it's going to be a big change for you after all these years of being with one man."
Kelly's face lit up in a dreamy smile. "It might be fun. I have some fantasies, too, ya know."
A week went by, then I got a call the following Saturday from Kelly. "What are you doing tonight??"
"I'm free. What do you have up your sleeve??"
"Can you meet me at Bobbisox around 9??" Bobbisox is a bar in the next town whose theme was oldies. It was popular with an older crowd, as you might imagine.
"Sure. I'll see you tonight." This was a new development. I knew Kelly liked a glass of wine now and then, but til this point, except for an occasional glass when we were out to dinner or a few glasses of Bailey's at home, I had not seen her drink. I wondered what she was up to.
I went to the bar around 9, as we had planned. When I got there, I looked around and saw Kelly at the bar. She was wearing a nicer dress than I usually saw her in, something that had probably been in her closet a long time. It was deep red; burgundy would be a good description. It had spaghetti straps and came to a deep V in front, enough to show some cleavage. More interestingly, it was above the knee, something I had not seen on Kelly as long as I had known her. Sheer black stockings and black heels completed her look. Her hair was done so it flowed in waves down over her shoulders. She looked really good. She smiled when she saw me. I walked over to her, greeting her with a kiss.
"So what does a girl have to do to get a guy to buy her a drink in this place??" asked Kelly, smiling.
"Just sit there and look pretty," I teased her. I took note of a couple of empty wine glasses in front of her. "From the looks of it, that plan is working."
Kelly laughed as I ordered her a merlot. The bartender placed her wine in front of her, a beer in front of me.
"So. What does a guy have to do to take a pretty girl home from this place??"
Kelly smiled. "Buy her a drink." We clinked glasses and downed our beverages. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here," she said as she sucked down her wine. She took my hand and led me out to the parking lot. I expected her to lead me to her van, but instead we walked across the lot to the adjacent motel, one that was known for having a dubious reputation-the kind of place you would go if you were cheating on your spouse. Kelly pulled out a key and let us into a room.
Once inside, I noticed Kelly's purse on the dresser, and that the bed was turned down. In fact, it looked as if it had been used recently. She kissed me hard while rubbing my cock through my jeans. I was already getting hard when we were walking over to the room. Now I was all the way up. Kelly unbuttoned my shirt, playing her hand through the hair on my chest. She kissed me again, then reached down to undo the button and unzip my jeans, giving my cock a good rub on the way.
"Oooh, nice and hard, honey. I think someone wants to fuck me," Kelly whispered, pulling my cock from my pants. She slid them down and I stepped out of them, kicking my shoes off. I had been playing with her tits through her dress while she was undressing me. Now I slid the straps off her shoulders, exposing her tits so I could play with them. "That feels nice honey." She slipped the dress off, letting it fall to the floor. Kelly was now standing in front of me in black lace panties and thigh highs, still in heels. She started stroking my now bare cock and kissed me again.
"Take these panties off me and fuck me like the whore I am." I took her panties at her hips and slid them down. They dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of them. She let go of me a moment, and reached for her purse, pulling out a condom. "Put this on, sweetie," Kelly said, handing it to me.
"Don't we usually do this without a condom??" I asked. "We've never used one before."
Kelly looked up at me. "You can do me bareback, but it will cost extra."
"How much??"
"$100. $50 with a condom." Kelly looked at me. I pulled out some cash and peeled off a $50 bill and handed it to her. She folded it in half and put it in her purse, then tore open the wrapper, placing the rubber at the head of my cock and rolling it on. She pulled me to the bed, going down on her back, and I followed, getting in position to go down on her, as I usually did. She pulled me over her so my latex clad dick was resting on her bush. "Just fuck me, baby. Gimme that stiff dick good and hard the way you want to."
There's something about fucking in a cheap motel that is a real turn on for me, especially fucking a married woman. Kelly was taking on the role of a hooker, and it was over the top. I was hard as a steel rod; it's a wonder I didn't come before I got inside her. I looked at her lying on the bed, the sheets looking like she had probably done this a few times already tonight, her hair disheveled as she lay on the pillow, her tits and nipples puffed out, her dark bush framing her wide open pussy, which also looked like it had been used a few times that night, legs in stockings, her heels on the bedspread. I practically jumped on her, not needing to be guided inside, my cock finding the mark on its own. In a moment, I was inside her, pounding away at Kelly's slutty, likely used twat. Kelly was carried away as well, thrusting back up at me, meeting my probing cock with every stroke.
"Come on, baby, give it to me. Give me your hot come deep in my slut cunt. You know you want to fill me." She kept pushing up at me hard, her hips bucking after about five minutes as she came. I held on-I don't know how-while she orgasmed, maintaining my pace through her climax. It wasn't long for me after.
"I'm coming, Kelly!!" I yelled at her. "I'm going to come in your slutty cunt."
"Let me have it, babe. Come deep in my pussy. Shoot your hot load deep in me!!" With that, I unloaded, blasting burst after hot burst of semen into the rubber. It felt like my balls were going to shoot out the head of my cock, I came so hard. Kelly had wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass, holding me in while I came. When I was done, she slapped my ass. I pulled out of her, the rubber filled with my spent load. "Mmmm, that looks nice. I love when I can make a guy fill a scum bag like that. I stood up and removed the condom, taking it into the bathroom. I came back and stuck my still semi hard dick in Kelly's face.
"Be a good slut and lick me clean." Kelly took my cock in her mouth and cleaned the sperm off my dick. I retrieved my clothes from the floor, putting on my shirt, then pulling my jeans on. Kelly was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "I suppose I should move along so you can get on to your next customer."
Kelly looked at me. "Time is money, sweetie."
I got my shoes on, then kissed her. "See you tomorrow, hon."
As I went back to my car, I wondered how many guys she had done this with, and how many more were going to get the chance tonight. I sat in the car for about ten minutes, waiting to see if Kelly would go back to the bar. She didn't, but just as I was about to leave, I saw a familiar car pull up to the motel. I recognized the man who got out as Walter's friend George, who had come to my house with him to do a kitchen rebuild a few years earlier. He went to the door, and I saw Kelly let him in. It looked like she was having a busy night.
The next morning, I met Walter and Kelly at church. We had our usual pleasantries, and the service started. When the ushers came around with the collection basket, Kelly pulled out a $100 bill, slowly unfolded it, and dropped it in the basket. Walter's eyes got like dinner plates when he saw that. I just smiled. We went to lunch as we often did after church, but not getting into the topic of Kelly's generous donation that morning.
After lunch, we went back to their house, only this time, Walter didn't wait for Kelly to change, taking her by the shoulders and kissing her hard as soon as we were in the TV room. He unbuttoned her top, pushing it off her onto the floor, then pulled her skirt off. Though at first taken aback by the sudden attention, Kelly started rubbing his cock through his khakis, and soon had his pants off, his stiff erection pointing high. He pushed her down on the couch, pulling her panties off. She undid her bra, and was now naked, her legs spread in front of her husband. I had never seen Walter this animated; it was as if he were suddenly possessed. Kelly's labia were open, and I could see that they were slick, looking like they had been pounded hard recently, which of course they had, though at this point, Walter had no idea exactly how much cock had been between them in the last 24 hours. He plunged in, going balls deep immediately, making Kelly cry out as he spread her open, hitting her womb.
He finally spoke. "You're nice and slippery. Did Tom give you a good load last night??"
Kelly looked up at me, then at her husband. "Actually, that's not Tom's come inside me."
"Really?? Then whose," asked Walter, looking only mildly surprised.
"It's George's. He was the only one who came in me last night," said Kelly, now looking a little worried.
"How many were there??" Walter asked.
