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Checkout Girl

By: hippygirl



Louise had been working at a supermarket about two years. There was not anything special about the job it was just a way to pay for college. She didn't mind working as a checkout girl, she just found the job very tedious and dull. She often spent her long shift thinking about stuff she had to do and change in her life. These shifts were often times where she could think the long periods of time, as there was normally very little interaction with customers. Louise seemed to have a simple life. She had made many plans about the path in life she wanted to take, and she had started to make plans to get where she wanted to go. Louise was a very happy-go-lucky girl. She was seen by all as a friend, and always had a listening ear.

Something changed one spring afternoon. When she was walking to lunch with one of her colleagues, she noticed there was someone new working on the door. He caught her eye straightaway with his blue eyes and cheeky grin. Louise walked past door with a colleague commenting, "What a nice piece of eye candy, makes it all go much faster". That evening after finishing her long shift Louise walked home, with a grin on her face. It had been a good day. The guy at the front door had looked her in the eye and she liked that a lot. It was another week before she saw her new piece of eye candy again, but was annoyed she still had not managed to speak to him. She had been noticing however that there was a certain new voice calling out _______. Louise then noticed that this sexy sounding voice belonged to her new piece of eye candy, which just made him far more attractive to her.

She realised she really had the hots for this man. That hadn't happened for many years. She was lying on her bed drifting off to sleep when images of Mr. Eye Candy came into her head. These images kept running through her mind, and she found herself getting little turned on. Before she knew it her hands began to wander. Her hands slid down her sides one slowly stroking up her thigh. One hand then slowly began stroking up the inside of a thigh, where she felt a great warmth. This hand carried on sliding up inside her thigh now. The higher she got, the more she anticipated the feeling of dampness. Her hand then began stroking the top of her thigh, whilst the right was resting on her hip. She touched her clit now. Louise's back arched a little, her cold fingers reaching into the moist space between her thighs.

She was surprised how wet she was and soon her mind was racing, Mr Eye Candy was kissing her perfectly on the lips. She was imagining his hand running down her back, pulling her closely into his arms. Her middle finger soon found a pulsing clit; she began to circle around it with her finger. Then she placed her middle finger directly on it, rubbing slowly from side to side. Her back arched little more, as she rubbed her sweet spot, gripping a little faster and more firmly. She grew wetter and wetter. In her mind Mr Eye Candy's hands were where hers were pleasuring her sweet spot.

She continued to drift and she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. She longed for the feeling of skin on skin, heat on heat, and passion on passion. As she continued to rub her clit, her right hand slid from her hip down to the top of her thigh. She needed something to be inside her. She placed two fingers inside her by now very wet pussy. She began to move her two fingers in and out with her other hand's fingers still circling on top of her clit. She then began to speed up the movements of the fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. Her back arched a little more, and she felt herself come close to climax. The fingers slid faster and faster in and out her wetness, and more pressure was applied her clit. As she reached a climax, her body arched in ecstasy, her head tilted back. She groaned as the climax hit her as wave hitting the shore. It took Louise a few minutes to recover from this, and when she finally came to, she snuggled down the bed, pulled back the covers, and closed her eyes.

When Louise returned to work, she finally managed to get a moment with her eye candy. His name was James. Over the next few weeks, Louise spent any free time she had at work talking to James. It was hard keeping up with the content of these conversations as Louise's mind often wandered. It also seemed silly to Louise that these shorter fleeting moments she spent with James would often leave a lasting smile on her face. She seemed to get butterflies whenever these moments occurred. Louise managed to get these thoughts out of her mind though, as it seemed James was uninterested. He was spending most of his time flirting with other colleagues.

Time went by and soon it was time for Louise to leave her job, and start university. This was what Louise had wanted and what she needed to do to get the career she wanted. She had put away any thoughts about James. At her time at university Louise never really spent time looking for anyone. She concentrated on her studies and made some new friends. She and her friends would go out together to local nightclubs they would spend the night dancing away. Louise generally never drank and always left the club alone. No one really seemed to make Louise fell the way she had felt when spending time with James.

The First University term soon was over it was time to return to the supermarket job for the Christmas break. She agreed to go to the supermarket Christmas party to help a friend who was interested in a guy who would be there. She got home after her first day back at work and went upstairs to decide what to wear for the party. Louise laid out three choices of outfits on the bed, removed her uniform, and stepped into the shower. Standing under the hot water, as it splashed onto her body, she wondered what tonight would hold for her. She was not expecting a lot; she was just hoping that her friend would get the man she'd always wanted. She rarely held out hope for these events as it just seem to be management getting drunk but she still planned to have fun dance around the dance floor and have a laugh with her colleagues.

But what Louise didn't know is that tonight would be a changing point for her. She got out the shower and dried off. Looking at the choices on the bed she picked out at black silk strapless dress which always seemed to make her feel good about herself. It clung tightly to her curves. She packed the others away and picked out underwear to match the dress. She picked up black silk bra with matching silk knickers, after putting these on she reached for some stockings. She was never a fan of tights but they made her like her long legs. She went into her wardrobe, and picked out a nice heels, it wasn't very often she got to wear them. She zipped up her dress, brushed her long blonde hair, and put on a little silver make-up. She had always liked to sparkle. She finished out with the black and silver clinch belt, and a black glittery shrug.

Arriving at the party Louise looked around and saw many happy faces she was pleased to see. Catching up with old friends a familiar voice came from behind her, "Well, hello you". A huge grin flooded Louise's face, "Well hello you, fancy seeing you here." Louise's face just seemed to light up. She was so glad James was there. It made the night seem more bearable. It seemed funny to her, how one man could make a girl smile so much. She went to the bar, to catch up with all her colleagues. As the night wore on Louise seemed somewhat amused how quickly people seemed to switch, some from dull and sober, to rather comical and drunk. As for Louise's friend, it seemed increasingly clear that she would not get the man she was chasing.

Louise went outside to gain some fresh air. She was greeted by James. He had eyes that you could get lost in. Before they both knew, they're been chatting for a good hour. It was midnight and most people seemed like they were leaving. Louise turned to James, and asked him if he could walk her home. As they left the party and started heading home, their conversation seemed to flow, like it had all evening. Louise had had only one drink but it seemed to give her the confidence to go for what she had thought about: the vivid images she had dreamt of James kissing her neck, down to her chest. Walking home she must of lost the topic of conversation, just looking at him, and imagining him undressing her. As they reached Louise's door, she hoped he would kiss her. She had wanted to kiss those soft lips of his all night. "Thanks for walking me home, James, you didn't have to". "Well I wanted to, it's been a nice evening, not bad for a work's Christmas party." At that point Louise leaned in closer, and James seemed to do the same, and heir lips met. It was like no other kiss Louise had ever had. It was soft and tender, and it felt like she was melting in James arms, she didn't want it to end. As they both parted ways Louise said something quite out of character, "Did you want to come up?" She couldn't leave it there. He agreed.

Louise's mind was asking a thousand questions, but she did her best to shut it off. Nothing had ever felt as right as the kiss she had just had. On the steps up the stairs, she kissed James again, her body tingling as their lips touched. His hand stroked the small of her back, and she ran her fingers thought his hair.

Inside her apartment, she unbuttoned his shirt, placed a hand of his chest, and wrapped the other round this back. Her body tingled as he unzipped her dress. She unzipped Jame's trousers and they both fell onto the bed. Exploring each other's body, each touch felt better than the one before, every one feeling so right. There was so much passion between them, both each feeling something they had not felt before. Louise's body ached with every touch, and she needed more and more. She had never feel so turned on before, so full of lust and so much in need to have something inside her. She felt her panties getting wetter with each touch, and she could see James was in a similar situation, his hardness rubbing against Louise's leg as they passionately kissed, hands still exploring each other bodies inch by inch. Each moment made her feel a little more under his spell. They both removed the rest of their clothes and pulled back the covers. James was stroking Louise's thighs, and they felt like they were burning so hot. Louise's juices were running down her thighs. He laid on top of Louise and she pulled him close to her. It had never felt so good to Louise. She was so tight inside and he felt so hard. She was a mass of pleasure. The continued to kiss each other deeply, while their bodies intertwined. Each thrust seemed to be better than the last. Louise had never felt so wet.

Their rhythm gained pace. Her knees lifted, and she wrapped one leg round James' back. Each of his thrusts seemed to go deep inside Louise's wetness, each thrust getting more intense. She looked into his as they fucked, she felt so free so at ease, feeling in so much ecstasy and pure pleasure. Getting so close and now trembling in orgasm, Louise moaned loudly, pushing James deeper and till he was cumming inside her. Their bodies collapsed into each other. They kissed again and Louise fell asleep in James' arms with a warm feeling in her heart, He had been the best lover she had had. She wondered whether this could this be a begin of something special or was it just a one night thing, She didn't care at this moment. She would hold on to the feelings she felt that evening for a long time. Louise closed her eyes and slept the best sleep she had ever had. 

Checkout Girl



Sophie is God's gift to mankind and I am the lucky sod who snapped her up to be mine but to be honest, at eighteen years old she had not yet blossomed into the glorious creature that she was to become. Right at the start she admitted to having slept with two guys before me. I was glad about this because I had been told that girls who marry as virgins, ten years further on invariably begin to wonder what they have missed and start playing around. Her background was genteel but impoverished and because of this further education was just not on the cards so she started working in a supermarket straight from school and was still in the same job (but not the same place of employment) right up to the start of this story.

I am five years older. I am not at all stupid but I have not done very well at all educationally. My mind can accommodate vast amounts of trivia and detailed conversations from long ago but it is no damn use for storing the kind of data needed for exams. I went through a succession of jobs but eventually finished up in the accounts department of a medium sized firm and there I stuck. My early hobby was motor bikes (the off road kind) and for a very long time I was more preoccupied with chasing the bike in front rather than girls. Then I had a nasty accident that made a mess of both my legs. It took over a year in hospital for my legs to be sorted and it took far longer to repair the damage to my self confidence. So by the time that I met my future wife, although I knew my way around a woman's body, I was a long way from being able to claim vast experience. My other sporting passion was football.

My dad had started me off supporting the local team as a kid and although bike racing is now a distant memory my fanaticism for the beautiful game is as strong as ever. 

As well as looking like a wet dream fantasy, Sophie is a natural for sex - she loves it. I used to suspect that she was over sexed - not that I was grumbling. Insatiable - many is the time that her motor has still been ticking merrily when the battery driving my tool has gone extremely flat. She read all the books Kama Sutra, Perfumed garden together with sex articles in Cosmo and other similar magazines - and everything that she read she immediately wanted to try with me. Not that she depended on outside inspiration because she was very innovative. Sometimes when she would do something completely new, I would look at her suspiciously and ask who had taught her that trick. "Nobody taught me," she would say, slightly offended, "Sitting at the checkout this morning I was thinking, and it just seemed to me that it might feel rather nice."

Throughout the marriage we have bonked at least twice a day more often than not and also spent many pleasurable hours in other sexual activity. We are both heavily into oral. Sophie would sit with legs spread and cunt gaping like a split ripe fruit, content to allow me to spend a blissful eternity sucking the nectar from within. She reciprocates by spending ages patiently milking my cock and as they appear, scooping up each globule of pre-cum with her tongue and often saying, "I love it so much Simon - it's like a very special kind of honey." She is also devastating with the full blow-job. Until I started reading porn stories I never realised that there was a technique to giving deep throat because right from the start she has swallowed my reasonable sized equipment without the slightest sign of trouble. Sophie has swallowed my cum loads of times but she does have a predilection for removing her mouth at the last second and letting it squirt on her chest. Recently after doing this, she enthused, "God I do like the smell of spunk, especially if it smeared all over my tits. The trouble is that it makes me so randy that I want a cock back inside me immediately and you are always out of action."

I laughed, joking, "What you need is two blokes, one to fuck you while the other recovers."

"That would be lovely," she agreed but then, looking guilelessly into my eyes she asked, "But wouldn't you mind?"

"Too damn true I'd mind," I said and then she laughed too - but it disturbed me that I had actually found the idea far more attractive than I should.

Even before the wedding we had agreed to buy a house as soon as possible but started married life in a flat. To rent a decent flat would have left little to put in the building society so we took a really grotty flat and started saving like mad, hoping that it would not be for long. We were actually there four years because every time we nearly had enough, the price of houses jumped up again. As a couple, we lived simply and seldom went out, for a time we didn't even hire a TV but as mentioned above, we were happy to make our own entertainment. My only real outside indulgence was to try to get along to the terraces whenever my team had a Saturday home game.

The office where I worked is split into three teams, each including a team leader. There are seven man credit and purchases teams and a four man ad hoc team - I am in credit. As it happened, the office manager Bill was also an avid football supporter and even though he could afford an expensive seat for a match, he often came to stand with me - so even though he was far superior to me at work, we struck up a kind of friendship. He knew that I spent a lot of time perusing estate agents windows and one Saturday told me "There's a nice house for sale not far from me and it is going really cheap. The guy selling has to work abroad so he is going for a quick sale."

I listened with interest to a description of the house but as soon as I heard the price I shook my head saying that I could not afford the repayments. "I shouldn't really tell you this," Bill confided, "- but Joan your team leader has just found out that she is pregnant. She's going to work as long as she can but then she's leaving for good. When that happens I am going to promote you to her position and that will mean a 30% increase in salary for you." Bill also went on to say that he would tell enquirers that I was already on that pay scale, if it would help me to secure a mortgage.

Three months later we moved into our own house and happily set about furnishing it. That happiness was to last for just less than a month before the world started to collapse around us. The start of the sequence came when Bill was involved in a horrific motorway pile up. He was not actually killed but it would have been far kinder if he had been. The team leader of the Ad Hoc team was promoted to replace him and the remainder of that team split between the other two. A month later when Joan left, the new manager chose one of his old group to lead the credit team instead of me and a week later an identical house across the street was put up for sale at a price £5000 less than I had paid. A quick trip round the estate agent windows showed that all houses were being drastically reduced and over the next few days every newspaper was running articles on how the bottom had dropped out of the property market with a vengeance. At the end of the month the standing order mortgage payment reduced our bank account to zero and we were in desperate trouble.

I did loads of calculation and having concluded that there was no escaping the truth I gave my conclusions to Sophie. Phrasing it more jocularly than I felt, I said, "We can just about scrape by if we stop eating."

Just before bedtime, Sophie came up with a possible partial answer saying, "Some of the other girls at the supermarket have got little fiddles going and I can start doing the same. We aren't meant to let family and friends come though our checkouts but nobody at work knows you are married to me. If you do the shopping on Friday evening and come to me, I will push some things through without scanning them."

It was a matter of survival so that is what we did. At first, very nervously she skipped just one or two items, but that was like baling a sinking ship using only a teaspoon. So it escalated as we got bolder and soon we were only paying half of what we should - and later a mere third. We developed several different scams. For instance, I would group eight identical cans, Sophie scanned the first and then following procedure, typed the actual number on the till - but instead of typing 8 she hit 2 and pushed the whole lot through to me. More complicated, we removed the bar codes from several low priced items we had at home and constructed a little flip file. Using this, whenever I had put something expensive on the conveyor, she would scan in one of the dummy bar codes instead, being careful to hide what she was doing from the overhead CCTV camera.

I hated the Friday evening visits to the supermarket because like Sophie I had no previous experience of being dishonest. Even before I got to my wife's checkout my nerves were stretch to breaking point, then when putting the items onto the moving belt I had to grit my teeth to stop visibly trembling. Usually as I walk away having paid I heave a sigh of relief but this time I almost collapsed with shock seeing Derek, Sophie's supervisor standing nearby partly concealed behind a roof supporting column. Despite telling myself that I was imaging it - I knew that he was definitely surveying the volume of my purchases with more than a passing interest.

I went home feeling more than simple unease. I did manage to make myself a hot drink but then paced the floor, unable to relax for the hour before Sophie got home. When she came in her face was very drawn - but then she always did find Friday's more tiring than other shifts. "Was everything all right?" I blurted out the moment that I saw her. 

She shook her head. "No it's not all right, Derek knows - he caught me. The moment that you had gone he closed down my checkout and took me to the office. He said that what I had done was an immediate sacking offence and the management was almost certain to prosecute. That's not just me because Derek said you were involved as well - and that might mean trouble with your job." At that point I should have taken my wife in my arms to comfort her but instead I flopped into a chair, mentally unable to cope with the calamity that had overtaken us. "I cried and pleaded with him," Sophie went on in a flat voice, "I said that this was the first time and that we would take everything back to the store. He didn't believe me. He said that he had been watching us for a week or two - that must be true because he mentioned a trick that we didn't use this time."

I swallowed and managed to say, "So he sacked you and now we have to sit and wait for the police to come?"

"No, it's not quite that bad - at least not for the moment."

I was lost. "I don't understand, "I mumbled.

Sophie sat on the arm of the chair and took hold of my hand. "Derek likes me - I've been able to tell that from his eyes ever since I first started there. In the office he was almost as upset as me - he kept saying how much he hated being put in that position. I begged him to just let me resign and leave without any pay - that's what I am hoping he will let happen. He is going to think what he should do overnight and tell me what he has decided tomorrow. I have work as usual tomorrow morning, then when I finish at one o'clock, go round to his flat to find out the decision. "

Despite the gleam of hope that this offered I did not like the bit about her supervisor's flat. "Why can't he just tell you one way or another when you get to work, I don't see why you have to go round to his flat?"

"That's easy - it's to protect me by not letting the other girls know what as happened and it is also to protect him if he does find himself able to be a bit lenient."

I still don't like it," I said. "I think that when he gets you alone in his flat he is going to try something. If you go to his flat then I am coming with you. He can say what he has to say to both of us."

"That would just ruin everything. Derek doesn't like you - he thinks this is all your fault. He said that if he does avoid doing what he should do then it is for my sake and certainly not yours. Anyway, I can look after myself. You go to your football match as planned - it may the last one you see for a long time." 

That was how it was left. It was a very subdued mood that we took to bed. We lay just touching but did not have sex or make love. Possibly both of us lay awake for a while because we overslept next morning and it was a mad dash to get Sophie to work by 8 a.m. Alone at home I proceeded with my usual tasks but with my mind preoccupied with the problem. The more I thought about it then the more optimistic I felt. Looking at it logically, if the worst case scenario of dismissal and prosecution was to be invoked then it should have been done immediately. The fact that Derek had delayed made him at least partly culpable and I felt that this virtually guaranteed a reasonably favourable outcome. Loss of my wife's wages for the week would be a blow but I felt it almost certain that she would quickly find another job. 

This optimism carried me to the football match, the first half of which was very boring. Following my earlier train of thought, I argued that if I was correct so far then the requirement for Sophie to visit his flat had to have a sexual motive. I wished that I did not know what Derek looked like because it was all to easy to imagine him in bed with my wife. Inevitably my mental visions progressed to Sophie kneeling before him with his cock in her mouth, her bending over a chair with her skirt rucked up as he sank his shaft into her exposed cunt - and a whole series of other sexual activities. Thankfully the game came alive in the second half with the home team eventually winning 3 - 2. I travelled home filled with the euphoria of victory, my wife's appointment at the flat momentarily forgotten.

Sophie was actually singing in the kitchen when I walked in. Seeing me she put down the saucepan of hot vegetables then ran to throw her arms round my neck and give me a big kiss. "It's all right - Derek said that I can even keep my job. I promised never to do it again so he is not going to say anything."

I was about to query this miracle but she said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two when I've got your dinner served. How did tour team do by the way?"

"We won," I told her then went to sit at the table, unsure whether to be relieved or worried.

When we both seated I again tried to question her but she put me off saying that the food was too good to spoil with conversation. So it was it was not until I had made us both a cup of tea that I had chance to seek clarification. Even then Sophie got in first to say, "Derek noticed you always going through my checkout every Friday but thought nothing of it until he saw us together down by the river one Sunday. It suddenly added up for him and he has been watching ever since. He said that if it had been just an odd item he wouldn't have said anything but we were too damn blatant. He also said that it was sheer stupidity to pay with a credit card because that got my name printed on the incriminating till roll. That was what made it difficult for him to go easy with me because it would put his job at risk for failing his duty. Derek said, 'Why should I when I got nothing out of it?' and I had to agree with his point of view." 

"But you managed to persuade him," I said with a touch of admiration, "How the hell did you do that?"

Sophie hesitated, took a deep breath and then admitted, "Well I did have to be a bit nice to him."

"A bit nice," I repeated, "What do you mean by that?"

"You know."

"No I don't know," I said. "Tell me."

My wife's face went very pink as she struggled with different phrases and then in a rush of words she told me, "I had to let him fuck me - is that what you wanted me to say?"

"No," I told her honestly, " - that is the very last thing that I wanted you to say. Why?"

"I had no choice. If I hadn't, I was going to lose my job, you would probably lose yours as well when they found out, we might be heavily fined and would certainly lose the house. Compared to that, what I did to save us seemed such a little thing."

"I don't believe that any of that would have happened if you had refused," I told her coldly. "I've thought it through. Derek had left it too late to report you - the worst he could do was accept your offer to resign. We are probably going to lose the house any way - it's either that or stop eating and now I have the extra burden of knowing that you have been unfaithful to me."

"It wasn't being unfaithful. I didn't want to do it and it was only thinking of us that made me agree so it can't possibly be called cheating. I just lay there for the fifteen minutes that it took. I didn't enjoy it one little bit and I know that Derek was very disappointed - he said that he hopes I will be more enthusiastic next time."

"Next time?" I shouted. "When you just told me you had sex with him, I thought that was it to save your job."

"That's what I thought too while he was doing it to me but after Derek said, 'Next time' he explained that I had to keep on meeting him every Saturday."

Even though what I had imagined at the match had actually happened, (probably at the very instant that the vision was in my head), I was now almost prepared to discount the sex that had already occurred. My more immediate concern now being to prevent my wife opening her legs for this man week after week. "You are not going near him again," I told her firmly. "It's all one big bluff - he has conned you. There's not a damn thing he can do about it now without involving himself." 

"You're wrong," Sophie told me shaking her head sadly. "Derek has got stacks of evidence - he showed me. He pulled the overhead video to stop it being recycled and he's dug out the till rolls for my checkout covering the last six months. He can show how long we have been doing it with all the different fiddles and can show roughly how much money we have defrauded."

"He may have all that but he can't use it without having to explain why he did not sack you on the spot," I insisted.

"He's got that covered too. If I don't see him again, Derek claims he will turn me in and explain the delay by saying that because I was a good worker he thought a severe warning was sufficient punishment but his subsequent investigations had shown the fraud to be to big to ignore."

"I am beginning to think that you want him to keep on shagging you," I accused. "You just seem to have rolled over and agreed to his demands - didn't you put up any resistance at all?"

"That's just where you are wrong," my wife shot back with some heat. "As it happens I have got us a far better deal than he was proposing. For a start it is not going to be every week. I said that I couldn't see him at all if you knew about it so he agreed that I should only go to his flat those Saturdays that your team is playing at home." Sophie stopped for a moment and then told me honestly, "I wasn't going to tell you about being fucked today but when I found out that wasn't the end of it I had no choice because I couldn't keep on deceiving you time after time."

"That's something I suppose," I conceded reluctantly. Despite my dismissive tone it actually meant a lot to me - while at a match the play provided genuine distraction but it was unbearable to think of me waiting at home knowing that Sophie was on her back in Derek's bed, rattling the bedsprings.

"That's not all. I told Derek how poor we were and how I only cheated the store to get food to eat. I think he was a bit shocked and I don't know what he plans but he has told me to do my weeks shop at lunchtime on Friday and then call him."

Sophie's supervisor was as good as his word because Friday teatime, she rang and asked me to pick her up from work as she had a load of shopping. Unpacking it at home it was easy to see that there was far more than we usually got - and included was a good sized bottle of whiskey. I held this up and raised my eyebrows. "Derek put that in himself," Sophie explained, " - he said it was for my long suffering husband so it looks like he doesn't dislike you so much any more. Anyway it was so easy for him compared to what we used to do. First he opened up a spare till. Then he checked through every item and I was getting worried that he would make me pay - but at the end he wrote on the till roll, ' Invalid credit card - goods retained,' signed it, winked at me and told me to take the shopping away."




Checkout Girl



Ignoring most of what she said, I muttered, Well I'm certainly not going to drink the stuff if he picked it."

Sophie laughed. "That's just silly - you deserve some consolation because in one way all this is worse for you than it is for me."

Instead of happily anticipating the next home game I dreaded it but the day arrived all the same. Knowing for certain what my wife would be doing should have made it worse than the guessing of before but the matched helped by being exciting from the start. At the end of the day we had our second successive home win - something that had not happened for quite a long time. I returned home to a spotless house, a delicious meal and a very loving sexy wife. Lying sated in bed that night I had to admit that since Derek first had his way with her under duress, my sex life had perked up considerably from the already high previous level. Neither that night nor in subsequent days did Sophie volunteer any information about the second visit to her supervisor's flat and I did not ask. This must have set the pattern because although she continued to go, neither of us ever referred to it as if both were pretending that it was not happening.

It was the fourth time that Sophie made he compulsory visit to the other man's bed that I returned from the match to find the living room as we had left it the night before and the meal, although nice, was not as nicely cooked as usual. I took note but was on too much of a high from another home win to particularly care. The next time it was worse. The tidying up had again been neglected and when I went into the kitchen, Sophie, looking very flushed and warm, said, "I'm afraid that dinner is going to be a bit late love. Stupid me - I forgot to light the gas under the vegetables." Even the fact of a fifth successive home win for my team could suppress my feeling of disquiet.

Although surly during the meal I held my peace and it was only later that I burst out with the criticism, "This place is like a pigsty."

"If it bothers you then why the fuck don't you tidy it while you are here during the morning," she spat back.

"Because I've got my own bloody jobs to do without taking on yours."

"Then why don't you do them then Simon? Ever since I started screwing Derek you have got very lazy - every damn job you are meant to do, I have to go round after you to finish them properly." 

There was nothing I could say because it was true. My silence helped us make peace but my real worry remained unspoken. However, two weeks later there was no chance of pretence because the house was empty when I got home from the match. Sophie rushed in a few moments later. Finding me already there she held her arms out helplessly and said, "What can I say Simon - we just lost track of the time."

I should have jumped in with an accusation right then but my slow search for the right words allowed Sophie to say briskly, "I'm going to jump in the shower love - why don't you pop round and fetch us a Chinese. How did your team do by the way?"

"We won," I told her but that remarkable feat had little meaning to me at that moment.

"You've started to enjoy having sex with him haven't you?" I had waited until we had finished eating and then deliberately kept my voice soft and devoid of anger."

Sophie shrugged. "You can't go to bed with the same person several times and not get some pleasure out of it, especially if the guy knows what he is doing. Anyway, would you prefer it if I hated it and came home every time feeling dirty and violated - I could quickly go off sex altogether if it was like that."

If I had been honest I would have told her, 'Yes I would prefer that' but instead I said, "No, of course not." 

"You really can't grumble love. Every week Derek lets me take far more than we would have dared and can you honestly say that what I do with him affects your life in any way. I am sorry about being late tonight and not doing the tidying but apart from that I can't see that it does any harm for me to get some enjoyment out of it. You know how much I like sex Simon - I just can't help it."

"For you to be this late you must have been getting one hell of a lot of enjoyment - if you did nothing but screw that's four solid hours?"

She laughed. "Of course we weren't at it all the time, I mean for some of the four hours we...er..." Sophie started to say but then stopped as her mind failed to come up with a single other activity to any portion of her time in the man's flat. Giving up she muttered defiantly, "So we did it a lot - what does it matter anyway?"

"The fact that you enjoy shagging another man doesn't bother me that much," I lied, " - what sickens me is the thought that you get pleasure from doing it with the evil bastard who blackmailed you into opening your legs for him in the first place." 

"Derek isn't evil - in fact he is quite a nice guy. He is far more generous than he need be in what he lets me take from the store and he is ashamed now that he forced me to go with him. To prove it, last week we went into his garden and burnt what he said were the incriminating till rolls and video. I was grateful not to have the thought of prison hanging over me but there wasn't time to show my appreciation then which is the real reason that I was a bit late today."

I heaved a sigh of relief. "That's it then. You can hand in your notice, get another job and we will be rid of him."

Sophie shook her head. "Think it through love - without the free food I get now we would be back in financial trouble so getting a new job is no help at all. Besides which, Derek has promised that at the pay review next month he is going to move me to a higher grade - it would be stupid to leave before I can put that on my CV. I think I have to stay where I am for another couple of months at least but don't worry, I won't ever be late again like this on a Saturday."

I accepted it - I was between the rock and the hard place so what else could I do. When the next home match arrived it was hard leaving my wife knowing for certain that she would spend the afternoon doing far more than just lying back and letting Derek get on with it. Right through the match I was in the blackest depression but the fact that my team was getting slaughtered may also have something to do with that. Two weeks later I watched a return to home victory and by then had got myself into a better frame of mind generally. I reasoned that if I didn't know about Derek then I would be happy as a sand boy because Sophie was continually sexually supercharged. Reluctantly I had to concede that I was getting real benefit from the situation.

That night my wife made a special fuss of me and then, just before it was time for bed she said, "Derek has a friend who's wife has run off with another man. Derek says that the friend is suicidal and he wants me to do it with the friend next time instead of him to see if it will cheer the poor man up."

"Out of the question," I said, almost before she had finished speaking.

"You haven't heard the important bit. Derek says that if I agree he will give me £100 - he says he will happily pay that to help his friend. I think that I ought to do it - you know how much we need the money and looking at it another way, this chap is bound to be happy with far less from me than Derek has come to expect."

We talked about it quite a lot more but, unable to fault her argument, in the end I agreed. In bed, the way that Sophie made me feel with her body, proved that I had given the right answer. Since the Saturday my wife had got home late, neither of us had referred to her extra-marital activity but after her meeting with the new factor in the equation, I felt compelled to ask what had happened.

"He was a bit older than Derek and not bad looking but nothing special," she told me. "He didn't seem particularly unhappy though. Anyway, I was right - he took his time but it was just a straight fuck. In less than an hour I earned almost as much as I get for working all week in the supermarket."

"And he was the only one that you did it with?"

"Yes," Sophie said, but then honesty made her admit, "- but I did give Derek a quick blow-job. He'd been watching through the bedroom door and got himself all worked up so it was the least that I could do."

Two weeks later when I got home from watching an honourable draw Sophie ran to her handbag and then flashed a handful of twenty pound notes under my nose. "I've made us some more money," she told me gleefully. My heart sank but I tried not to show it as she went on to explain. "When I got to the flat, Derek had another friend there - well not exactly a friend but Derek is a member of a club and this was another member. It was an old guy, at least as old as my dad. Derek said that it was worth £100 to give Fred (that was the chap's name) a good time. As we need the cash and because I knew it couldn't possibly mean more than once round the maypole, I agreed. Anyway, the poor old sod couldn't get it up at all and nothing helped although I tried everything I could think of. In the end he said that he preferred to watch so I called Derek in. As soon as D finished, it turned out that had done the trick because Fred was jumping up and down wanting his turn. It wasn't really worth the bother because he'd barely got it inside me when it was all over - but he was still as pleased as punch and gave me a £40 tip for being so patient with him." 

I didn't like this at all and I cannot really work out why. The old guy Fred was not worth getting jealous about so it must be because it happened without me having given my permission. I told her so. Only days after my consent was asked for in advance and it was for the coming Saturday when my team was playing away. On the Thursday evening Sophie said to me, "You know I only see Derek and the men he takes to his flat on the Saturdays that you go to football. Well Derek says he has a special for this Saturday that I can't afford to miss. There's £150 up front and possibly no sex involved - all I have to do is dress up and say a few lines like an actress." It was nice having some cash in my pocket, I was getting greedy for more and this sounded so innocuous that I said she could do it.

Sophie got home on Saturday afternoon slightly earlier than the three o'clock that she had promised. Before I could ask she rolled her eyes and said "Weird!" She was as eager to tell of her experience as I was to hear. "The guy was short, going bald and aged about fifty. I had to dress up as a tart in a low cut dress with a very split skirt. My first part was to walk about haughtily and keep putting one foot up on a chair to give him plenty of chance to see that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. After a bit of this I walk to the door and he asks, 'Where are you going dear?' and I have to say nastily back to him, 'You know where I'm going - to get laid by a real man.' That was the end of that bit because I go through the door but it was really the door to the bedroom."

"I thought you said that the bedroom wasn't going to be involved?"

Sophie ignored my interruption. "I had to quickly wipe the make-up off my face, strip completely naked and then put on a pair of white ankle socks. When I was ready, I had been told to push the door open a a little bit then start pretending to be a little girl by skipping around carrying a doll. After doing this for a bit with the pervert's eyes squinting at me round the door all the time, I put on the baby doll nightie and pair of knickers provided, got into bed and switched off the light. As soon as I did this the little fat guy crept in, switched the light back on, sat on the edge of the bed and said sternly, 'Your mummy has gone out so there is no point crying. You have been a very naughty girl and you know what that means.' Playing my part I have to lie across his lap and say, 'Please don't smack me daddy.'

He ignores this, pulls my nightie up and knickers down then starts walloping. He had wanted to use a hairbrush but I vetoed that and stipulated that he couldn't slap too hard. Even so, those first few whacks really stung and I was going to complain but then I started to glow and from then on it felt rather nice.

After twenty blows he stops and starts to soothe the pain, moving his hands slowly all over my buttocks, occasionally just brushing lightly between my legs."

"The filthy swine - he's pretending that you are his daughter."

Sophie nodded. "Wait until you hear the next bit. I beg him, "Please don't smack me any more daddy - I will be a good girl' to which he asks 'Are you going to put it in your mouth when I want you to?' 'No I won't - it's nasty," I say and this starts him slapping me again. We went through this cycle four times altogether. The girl was right. I wouldn't have put his dick in my mouth even if the script said I had to - well not unless he paid a hell of a lot more money. The whole scenario was very believable because he really did have a very tiny prick. The last time, when he finished slapping he only stroked my bottom a little bit then pushed his hand quite roughly between my legs and I felt his thumb against my arsehole. He didn't push it in very far but his fingers did go deep inside my cunt - did I mention that he had exceptionally long fingers. That was the end of it because almost immediately I felt his spunk squirting against my stomach."

"That is really disgusting."

"Yes but worth it," Sophie grinned. "I must have been very convincing because he gave me a £50 tip - maybe I should be an actress. I was glad that I didn't have to let that nasty little penis inside me but all the same that smacking routine had made me really horny. When the pervert left I was dying for a big hard cock. Luckily Derek was there to take the edge off my craving but I had promised not to be late back so I'm still hot for it. How do you fancy a lie down for the rest of the afternoon and we can get a takeaway for tea later."

Looking back I think this incident illustrates how easy access to much needed money combined with my own enhanced sex life led me to acquiesce to my wife's adoption of a rather sleazy life style. In my own defence I can say that although Derek tried to persuade Sophie to do a trick every Saturday, I did at least insist that she stick to the home game days only rule. This rule eventually came under pressure when Sophie came home with what she thought was an offer we couldn't refuse. "Derek has got two guys lined up who want to share me. They are willing to pay £500 but it has got to be for twenty-four hours from midday on Saturday until the same on Sunday. D is going to lay on some porn videos and they want me to do some lap dancing routines."

"And lots of fucking."

"Yes that too but the trouble is that is has to be this Saturday when your team is playing away."

"No," I said firmly, "- that's no to overnight and no to an away game Saturday."

"Isn't it a cup match?" Sophie asked innocently. "With the money they will be paying, we could easily afford for you to go. You could travel early Saturday, watch the match then spend the evening drinking with your pals and then book into a bed and breakfast or even a hotel."

It was very tempting. While I was wavering she went on excitedly, "I've got an even better idea. You could set off even earlier and have two nights in a hotel - I don't mind spending Friday night by myself".

I knew damn well that she would not be spending the Friday night be herself. The moment I was out of the way she would be round at Derek's flat and I couldn't allow that. "I'll travel Saturday," I told her. 

The novelty of going to an important away match rather dominated my mind. I know that I was not really bothered by the fact that while I was away my wife would be fulfilling that old fantasy. Maybe I was becoming blasé about the whole thing. Had I known the full truth then I would have certainly been upset - it only emerged much later that, at some point during her twenty-four stint, Derek had turned up to make it a trio. 

Over the next few weeks she earned money every week but whenever I was waiting for her at home she made sure to be back before 3p.m. Then one evening she announced, "Derek has invited us out to dinner."

It was bad enough to know that he was regularly screwing her without being forced to endure his company and politely listen to snide illusions to how good my wife was in bed. My refusal did not put Sophie off. "You've got to - Derek has a proposition to put to us both and he says it is the chance of a lifetime." 

Despite myself I was intrigued. I suspected that Sophie had an idea what was involved but she played mysterious and insisted that I wait until Derek told us both together. I went along reluctantly determined to avoid a handshake but when Derek stuck out his hand I took it without thinking. He was very low key and tactfully refrained my even kissing my wife. During the meal we talked on neutral subjects with no single reference to how Sophie spent her Saturdays and it was not until we were drinking liqueurs that he broached the subject of our meeting.

"I am a member of a club with other branches dotted about the country. Well every year some of the younger members organise a week's cruise in the Mediterranean. We have a small cruise liner just to ourselves - there are thirty men and around a dozen sixteen girls. The girls are all hookers of the escort agency variety, we invite them only on recommendation, none has ever turned us down - and a very good time is had by all. The girls can each expect to make around a couple of grand over the eight days of the cruise." 

It sounded rather dissolute to me. "So where do we come in?" I asked.

"There have been a lot of requests for Sophie to be aboard - I think that she would like to come but there is no possibility of her leaving you by yourself for over a week. Well there has just been a cancellation because one of the guys has been caught cheating by his wife and is fighting to save his marriage. So that leaves one free male place all bought and paid for and I am offering it to you. The deal is this and it all applies to you," he went on turning to Sophie. "All the days are yours to do what you like but for five of the eight evenings, between 8p.m. and 2 a.m. you will be expected to 'socialise'. You will get lots of tips but most of the girls also like to score during the afternoons because that's where the good money comes from. You see the guys who buy the tickets have effectively already paid for evening nookie but anything extra during the day has to be negotiated."

"So what will I be doing while my wife is fulfilling her obligations?" I asked rather rudely.

"Whatever you like. You can behave exactly like a bona fide passenger and avail yourself of all the facilities - in fact the only woman aboard who is off limits to you is Sophie when she is working.

What do you think?"

"We want to go," Sophie declared, looking at me and nodding her head wildly.

Derek turned to me. I was very unsure and started moving my head slowly side to side, as an aid to thinking rather than a refusal. Ignoring my deliberations, he said, "Unfortunately, although I have done most of the organising, I won't be going myself this year - I'm swapping my flat for a house and it's taken all my spare cash."

"Yes - we'll go," I told him.

At this point I think that Derek signalled my wife with his head because she suddenly jumped up claiming a need to visit the loo. When we were alone Derek said, "Sophie tells me that you are not too bothered about me screwing her but that you are not very happy about the other men."

It was actually the other way round but I did not disillusion him. Without a contradiction he went on, "Don't let Sophie bamboozle you into this because it needs thinking about. OK - at the minute she earns a bit of pin money but you only know about it and don't see the guys that she does the business with. It could tear you apart watching her going off to get fucked by a succession of different guys. Remember that you are not allowed to cramp her style or stare jealously at then men she is with. If you think that you can't hack it then better say now. Nothing can be allowed to spoil the cruise and people are lost overboard from ships all the time." 




Checkout Girl



"You're not serious - that would be murder."

He shrugged. "More likely, if you caused any unpleasantness you would simply be put ashore wherever we happened to be."

"If I was put ashore then Sophie would want to come with me."

"Unless she thought it safer to stay aboard rather than risk ending up working in a Moroccan brothel," he said with a grin and for some reason I found myself smiling back. "So are you in or out - or do you want more time to think about it?" he asked.

Whenever Sophie and I fell out the biggest punishment that she could inflict was to deny me access to her delightful body. Over the years this had happened very rarely but that possibly only proves the effectiveness of the sanction. I could tell that my wife badly wanted to be on the cruise and if I vetoed it I feared a prolonged period on cold comfort farm - so although all my instincts cried for the answer to be 'out', I heard myself saying, "We're in." 

Sophie got more and more excited as the time for out 'holiday' approached. She went on a spending spree that used up most of what she had earned on her back, buying very revealing evening wear, flimsy sexy underwear and the tiniest bikinis imaginable. When I queried the cost she just grinned and said simply, "You've got to speculate to accumulate."

All the male passengers made their own way to Marseilles where the cruise liner was berthed but a charter flight had been arranged to fly all the girls who would be aboard. Sophie and I arrived at Heathrow and checked in to join fourteen of the loveliest females that I had ever seen gathered together in one place. I think I have mentioned that my wife is exceptional to look at but in that company she looked far less outstanding than usual.

I set out on this cruise resigned to the fact that a lot of male flesh was going to be pushed up Sophie (not to mention the other associated activities that I preferred not to think about) but I believed that in the end it would all be worthwhile. If Derek's financial projection was anywhere near correct then we would have enough cash to cover the shortfall in our budget for well over a year and there would be no more need to steal or for Sophie to prostitute herself anymore. It was not the punters that I wanted to be rid of as much as Derek. The others were only passing meaningless incidents but he had established himself as a constant factor in our lives. It was as if he had become an equal partner in the 'ownership' of my wife, I as the husband with himself in the role of pimp, with all the privileges that entailed.

We went aboard fairly early in the day and once settled in our cabin, Sophie gave me the ground rules. "Five of the eight evenings I have to work but that leaves three others. Today I am going to spend with you and I am going to save all of the last day for us as well. That leaves one other day that could slot into the middle of the week sometime when I need a break. It's not compulsory to work afternoons but most of the girls are going to so I will too - in fact a lot of the girls are planning to put themselves on duty at every opportunity over the whole cruise."

Walking towards the entertainment room with Sophie for her first night on duty, I took an effort of will on my part simply to keep putting one foot in front of the other. The moment we passed through the door she hissed, "You go and find something to do," then stepped a few steps away from me and assumed a nonchalant pose as her eyes swept the room. Such was the imperative note in her voice that I obeyed without thinking but had not taken many paces when I saw three males already converging on her with a couple of later starters only paces behind.

It did not take long for her to disappear, arm in arm with a brash looking younger man. I almost ran to the bar and purchased a very stiff drink but when I gulped it down it tasted like bile. For the next hour I tried to keep my mind firmly concentrated on what was happening around me but it kept flooding with images of what Sophie must be doing with that flash git. When she left again with a different client almost as soon as she had returned, I realised that I was going to be in desperate trouble if I could not control my mind. My free berth entitled me to use of the girls so I began to wonder if the answer would be for me to pay my wife back in her own coin. As it happens, I was still staring sorrowfully at the point where I had last seen Sophie's departing back when a woman walked through the door and assumed that I was staring at her. She walked over, introduced herself as Louise and asked if I wanted company.

Out on the deck she asked which was my cabin and that put me on the spot. For some reason I found that I had a powerful inhibition against taking another woman back to the bed where Sophie and I were going to sleep, so I stuttered, "It's a bit awkward - can't we go to yours?"

"I'm afraid that I've got the same problem - my pal is already entertaining someone in there," she said, shrugging her shoulders. My first attempt at extra marital sex and already I had reached an impasse. I had absolutely no idea what to do until Louise looked up at one of the lifeboats swinging from its davit and said grinning, "Let's climb in there." 

Now I admit that there was some excitement fumbling in the dark and the first touch of a different body. But that body was not as good as my beloved and once stuck into her my disappointed was compounded because there was no vibrancy - that tingle which Sophie's body seems to radiate quite naturally was completely missing. After about fifteen minutes (or possibly less), Louise began to gasp and squeeze my dick with the muscles of her fanny and this was enough to bring me off. At the time I thought I had got through to her and only realised as we were climbing out of the boat that she had simply used a professional trick to bring matters to a quick conclusion. As I helped her down to the deck, she said, "At least it's a first for me - I've never done it in a lifeboat before,," but then, rubbing her bottom ruefully, she laughed and added, " - all the same, I think I will tick that experience off as done and give it a miss in future." 

I began fumbling in my pocket for some money but Louise shook her head telling me, "Don't bother, you strike me as a happily married man whose heart isn't really in it. Anyway, it was hardly the best fuck I've ever given." 

It seems inconceivable after that, that I should try my luck with another female but I did. For some time after Louise I was able to watch my wife leaving to copulate different men with a degree equanimity but late in the evening the throbbing ache in my groin had returned. Just before midnight, a rather striking woman, sprawled herself on the couch near me and lit a cigarette. She had the longest legs that I had ever seen and her almost naked breasts were like two huge melons. In an instant I was overcome by lust and heard myself asking, "Are you busy?"

The woman stubbed out her cigarette with a look of irritation her face and without smiling asked brusquely, "Your cabin or mine?" I chose her cabin but the moment we were standing I realised that I had made a desperate mistake because in her stocking feet she must have been two inches taller than my 5' 10" and she was wearing five inch heels. I felt like a fucking dwarf beside her but I was committed. Perhaps she felt embarrassed as well because she stalked off expecting me to follow. At her cabin she opened the door slightly, paused and then said, "Shit, the tart I share with is already busy in there. It wouldn't bother me but the cow insists on keeping her business private."

I was about to tell her thankfully that we should forget it but before I could speak, she yanked open a door on the opposite side of the corridor, peered in and said, "This will do."

It was a linen store with wooden shelves on either side piled with sheets, towels and other laundry. The only other thing in the small room was a table. She walked forward, flicked her skirt up over her back, leaned her elbows on the table and splayed her legs back until her twat was the level that she expected my cock to be. There was not a stitch under her dress and the very erotic sight was enough to make me plunge straight in - but I very quickly realised that rather than a fuck she was only offering me a wet warm hole to masturbate in. It was actually far too wet - no doubt due to the men who had preceded me down that particular passage. I could have accepted the indifference but it upset me the way that she kept constantly looking at her watch - the whore no doubt knew instinctively that she would not get a good tip from me and was anxious to get out to find a better prospect. 

I was awake and waiting when Sophie eventually turned up. She threw some money on the bed and invited me to count it. At a glance the notes all seemed to be twenties and a quick count told me that there were nine of them. Incredulous I went to the shower where she was already standing naked with the water cascading over her and asked, "Have you really been with nine different men tonight?"

"No - some of them gave me forty quid not just twenty. I've only had six - or possibly seven," she told me modestly. 

Seven was bad enough. Unable to control the feeling that surged up inside me, I went back into the main cabin to make us a warm drink. As Sophie emerged wrapped in a towel, I had just started to gather up the bank notes that still lay scattered where she had thrown them. "Hey - this one is a fifty and it's wet through," I said with surprise.

Sophie laughed. "That guy was the last but one. He rolled the note up as if he was going to do coke and you can guess where he stuck it. He pushed it so far up that I had one hell of a job getting it out again - he stood there laughing as I had to squirm into all kinds of unladylike positions. I got my own back though - watching me had got him all aroused and he wanted to go again but I told the sod he would just have to get back in the queue tomorrow."

After lunch on the third day I went automatically to the forward sun deck but Sophie headed instead towards the rear having already told me that she had made one date from the night before and hoped to find at least one other admirer during the afternoon. It was a case of 'out of sight- out of mind' because I sat for quite a while soaking up the sun and drinking with no sense of stress. After a couple of hours I did feeling the need to speak to her but having checked both our cabin and the rear sun deck without success I accepted the fact that she must be busy quite pragmatically. I was back in the cabin when she walked in and called out "£350," as she headed for the shower. During dinner I got more and more uptight as the meal progressed because I had decided that it would depress me too much to try sex again with any of the other females and I had no idea how I was going to get through the evening.

We dressed and headed towards the entertainment room but half way there I said I had forgotten something and dashed back towards the cabin. This was just pretence - I just couldn't face walking into that den of debauchery at my wife's side and then have to part from her. I was only a couple of minutes behind but when I arrived it was to find that short delay was enough for Sophie to be already surrounded by men. She made her choice quickly and disappeared. Already trembling, I grabbed a drink and seated myself on a long couch in a position from which I could watch the door. I was wound up tighter than a spring and found myself checking my watch compulsively every couple of minutes.

Just under the hour my wife reappeared and I was flooded with an almost surreal feeling of relief but the sensation dissipated just as rapidly when she turned on her heal and left again with a different male arm possessively round her shoulders. "You've certainly got the hot's for Sophie," said a voice at my side and I turned to find a very attractive fresh faced girl grinning at me. "You are not on your own though," she went on, "I don't know what the girl's got but the men are like flies round a honeypot - or would 'dogs round a bitch in heat' be more apt?" I smiled acknowledgement of her remark but did not answer. "If you want her that badly then you ought to join the scrum - you never know you might get lucky."

I had intended to keep my own council but this was too much. "She's my wife and I'm the only bastard on board who's not allowed to go near her," I complained bitterly.

"You poor sod. Then why the hell are you on board - it's killing you." Emotion welling in my throat stopped me speaking and my distress prompted the girl to lean forward and put her hand on top of mine. "I've got a regular boy friend and we are going to get married but I wouldn't let him within a mile of this boat. I do escort work to pay us both through university."

"How does he feel about that?" I asked, felling instant fellowship with this unknown boyfriend..

"Well although he knows that I sleep with some clients, he thinks it is only the odd one but I screw them all if they want it. I save up several fees and then tell him that one rich client has given me the lot - I also let him think that the guy is pretty old and rubbish in the sack. This cruise for instance, Jonathan thinks it is a millionaire paying several girls £1000 to sail with him - he actually said to me 'than means it won't be your turn more that three or four times all week'. While I'm away I know he will play around, fuck a couple of girls and tell himself that it evens the score - if he knew how many different pricks I will have had up me by the end of the week he'd go stark raving bonkers."

"Yes but you are only doing it for the money. Just watching Sophie I can tell she is thoroughly enjoying having all those men after her - and I thought that she loved me."

"You are confusing sex with love. Contrary to myth it is men who make that mistake far more than women. A woman's instinct is to share herself around." The girl paused and said, "I've got to make the offer - would you like me to console you?" then when I shook my head she smiled, "I thought not - you are basically the monogamous type like Jon. Look I'm Faith and I'm reading anthropology at university

and I've got time to spare so how would you like a walk on deck - you can either unload your troubles or I can tell you all about my thesis on human behaviour - you might find it relevant."

"Thank you, I'd like that." I said. We walked right to the prow and leaned on the rail, watching the black water as it split on either side of the vessel.

"The conventional wisdom is that men and women are equally promiscuous," Faith began. "That theory says that men have a basic instinct to spread their seed as widely as possible and women are equally programmed to go with a lot of men trying to ensure the best father for her child. I think that is a load of crap. I doubt if a single male since the start of time has consciously thought about spreading his seed - a man's only imperative is to get his end away as often as possible. As for women - to ensure good offspring, wouldn't it make more sense to grab the best mate possible and stick with him?"

I nodded to show that I was following her argument and Faith warmed to her theory. "I contend that men have two opposed acquired tendencies but women have only one. The very earliest human societies were undoubtedly similar to certain present animal groupings such as sea lions, stags and wolves where only the dominant male is allowed to service all the females. So for untold ages, there were relatively few performers and for the vast majority of men sex was a spectator sport - unless they settled for buggering each other. They worked with the women, even fell in love but then had to watch while the big cheese fucked them. For these same millennia women got used to being part of a group of females all serviced by the same male and this explains why nowadays the wives of sportsmen, entertainers and other successful men can stay happily married for years to a serial adulterer." 

We stopped to watch what we thought was a dolphin and then Faith continued, "Time moved on and it got more equitable with all males pairing off with a mate. But this did not stop the dominant male whenever he felt like it from taking any woman he fancied - the target's mate was simply chased to the corner of the cave where he had to watch while the larger male satisfies his lust. As for the woman, she may love her mate but this does not mean she won't enjoy being fucked by the dominant male and that's how sex and love became separated in the female psyche. Next we come to war - are you still with me?"

Once again I indicated that I understood her very succinct argument. "War has been going on almost continually somewhere for thousands and thousands of years and there are two common factors in all wars - men get killed and women get raped. Once again those losers who do survive as prisoners have to watch as wives and daughters open their legs for the victors. This endless repetition has imprinted certain instinctive behaviour patterns on behaviour - females are programmed to submit to any male who demands her and men are subconsciously resigned to having their women fucked by other men. I said earlier that males have two acquired tendencies and I would like to illustrate this. If you take a low level wolf and artificially promote him to leader of the pack he will take quite naturally to the position and immediately start claiming all prerogatives - I think this proves that both dominant and subservient roles are present in all males. In human terms, consider a man who has been faithful to his wife for twenty years but then wins the lottery - how long do you think it will be before he is dipping his dick into lots of willing women?"

"And the single acquired tendency of women?" I prompted.

"To spread their legs wide and willing whenever the situation demands it," Faith said simply, "But over countless generations women have developed a defence mechanism to held cope with being constantly forced to submit - they have learned to enjoy being screwed whether it is with their loved one or not. Most women faced with a problem that can be cured by dropping their knickers will quickly resort to that solution without even considering any possible alternatives. Over all time I doubt if very many women have managed to get through the whole their lives without at some time giving sex to escape from an unwanted situation"

I could see the relevance of the story to me and it did help me see my lot from a different perspective.

"Out of interest, have men developed any defence mechanisms?" I asked.

"There is one but I'm not sure that it is a good one. Many men with promiscuous wives convert the pain into a kind of masochistic pleasure and eventually come to take a perverted pride in their cuckold status."

I wished that I hadn't asked. "I've got to go but you are a nice man and Sophie is a fool if she drives you away," Faith said softly, leaning forward to kiss the side of my face. She moved away but then turned back to say, "You could try smoking - it might help." I was about to say that I had given up years ago and did not want to start again when I realised that she did not mean tobacco. 

Back the lounge I investigated one of several pedestals dotted about the room. On the top of each was a dish containing white powder, another full of various pills and a small basket piled with generously thick joints. I grabbed a joint and very quickly found that it was to be my salvation. With the help of the drug I was able to sit and during the next two hours watch my wife leave in the company of two more men with the acid pain of jealousy reduced to just a dull ache in my gut. It even allowed me to cope with the following overheard conversation. A man sitting just behind me was saying, "Have you tried Sophie yet? The girl loves it - she is definitely one who is not just working her passage. I know for a fact that there had been four in front of me tonight but from her enthusiasm I would have sworn I was the first if I didn't know different." To this a second voice replied, "She's magic - I had her this afternoon. I don't usually lose control quickly but I came far too soon and I'm sure she was as disappointed as I was. Sophie could give a corpse a hard on. I'm not saying what she did to get me stiff again quickly but believe me - no woman has ever done that to me before."




Checkout Girl



I said that I coped with this conversation but I did get up and leave for fear of hearing any more. I felt drunk but yet not drunk and desperately tired. As it was just after midnight, I made my way slowly to the cabin hoping that a cup of coffee might sort me out, only to find that it was already occupied. I was faced with a guy lying on the bed, his massive cock sticking in the air and my wife exuberantly riding it as if it trying to win the derby. Both were oblivious of my presence and I confess that I stood watching for at least ten minutes before I could persuade my legs to move. Before the pair of them finally left the cabin together, I had been lurking at the end of the corridor for nearly half an hour.

The covers on the bed had been tossed into a tangled heap and there was a large wet patch on my side of the bed. I covered it with a towel so that I could lie down but apart from that I was almost past caring. All night I had been afflicted with an almost constant erection that had grown to painful proportions during my minutes as an inadvertent voyeur and hardly declined at all during my time in the corridor. Now breathing in the combined smell of semen, vaginal juices and sweat, the engorged end of my cock started to throb with renewed intensity. I had not masturbated at all since meeting Sophie but, acting of it's own volition my hand returned to the preoccupation of adolescence. The disturbing fact was that as I found much needed relief, the vision held in my mind was of that thick pole disappearing between the stretch pink lips of my wife's cunt as she impaled herself repeatedly upon it. Was this the start of the masochistic reaction or might it be quite natural? Come to that - did the men of history forced into the role of spectator as their women got screwed, all find that their pricks were standing rigidly to attention?

Sophie walked in just before three and tossed a handful of banknotes on to the bed as she passed on her way to the shower, saying happily, "I've had an absolutely brilliant night - do you want to count it love?"

I could not be bothered and when my wife came back she did not remark on my dereliction of duty, saying instead, "Simon - I know it's a drag especially if you are tired but can you stay away from the cabin at least until midnight or preferably later. You see a lot of the fellows share double cabins so if I have somewhere else to bring them it gives me a bit of an edge." Instead of getting into bed she stood deliciously naked and facing me as she brushed her hair. With a big smile on her face she told me, "I saw you in the mirror you know. What did you think of Rod - that has got to be the biggest cock I have ever had up me? I had one yesterday that might have been a bit longer but it was rather thin but Rod's penis is so gloriously wide. I'm hoping he is going to book me for an afternoon - just the thought of having that thing in me for two solid hours. I could be very tempted to offer it to him for nothing but I won't."

I don't know if it was these words that sparked me again but, despite the self abuse, I was more than ready to go again so the moment that Sophie slid into bed I rolled hopefully towards her. She pushed me away saying, "You know I hate to knock you back love but I've really tired myself today earning as much money as I can for us." Her refusal was understandable and I accepted it philosophically but still suspected that should a punter walk in waving a fifty pound note, in an instant her twat would be gaping wide with a welcome mat in front. 

I had half hoped that Sophie would take the promised mid cruise break and spend the whole day with me. Unfortunately when I suggested this she replied, "I'm keeping the last day for you darling whatever happens but I think it is be stupid to take other time off and lose out on all the cash I could be earning." I couldn't object to her logic but I suspect that she intended to work whether I agreed or not. The day was a rerun of the one before with me again spending the afternoon in solitary state without any great feeling of trauma. Just before leaving the cabin for the evening session Sophie asked, "Do you mind sitting somewhere else tonight - it doesn't help you know to feel your reproachful eyes on me every time I leave with a different guy.

I started on the cannabis straight away but needed to smoke more to reach the same degree of detachment. Maybe that is just an excuse because I managed to puff enough to keep me well out of it all night. Late on I saw my wife take a hit of cocaine before leaving with a man but I was hardly in a position to criticise her. I again found myself eavesdropping on another conversation about my wife that I did not want to hear. This time the participants were facing me so I can describe them. A rather hefty guy with a lot of gold on his fingers starts off by enthusing, "Sophie, Sophie, Sophie. What I afternoon I had - the best shag of my whole life. The things that girl can do with her mouth - it's like she's got two cunts." At this an Arabic type with a pockmarked face butted in to say, "Two cunts - she's got three. I know because I've dumped a load in all of them."

Everywhere I turned my wife's name was on everybody's lips, always complimentary but generally without the crudity of the pair mentioned above. That incident early on when Louise faked it to finish me off had helped greatly because I had half persuaded myself that Sophie was doing the same. This allowed me to take the many reports of her enthusiasm with a grain of salt and marvel at how well she had convinced the men. All the same, that night or possibly the next morning I had to ask her, "Do you really enjoy doing it with all these different men?"

"What's not to enjoy," she said. "They are nearly all reasonably young and fit successful men. I get the best tingle though before the sex has started. With every new one the excitement is wondering what his cock is going to be like and how well he is able to use it."

This was not exactly what I was asking. "I mean do you actually get aroused by them?"

"What do you want me to say Simon - you know that I always do cum terribly easily."

Sophie was obviously very happy in her work and rather insensitive to the effect that it had on me. For her remaining working days I survived in a drug induced haze but a remark she made late in the week rather illustrates this. As we were leaving the cabin for the entertainment room, she said humorously, "Now that I seem to have already had all the men who cluster round me, I'm faced with a bit of a dilemma. Should I pick a generous tipper or one that I know is a good fuck."

"Which one do you choose?" I asked as expected.

She gave a cheeky smile and said, "I reckon that as I've done so well this week there is no real need to milk the job for every last penny." 

Just after lunch on the last day we were relaxing on deck in the sunshine. I was pleased at the amount of cash that we had stashed away but at the same time was very glad that it was all over. Sophie stretched luxuriously and said, "I feel rich, very pleased with myself and incredibly randy. You are going to fetch us a couple of drinks then we will go to our cabin where I am going to treat you to the best sex of your life as a reward for being so good all week. Sweetheart - I am going to blow your mind."

With such a promise I made it to the bar in record time to join the end of a short queue. I was immediately joined by a large red faced American who without introduction said," Hey Pal - you looking after the tart with the fantastic tits in the purple thong?" When I nodded he went on, "Haven't been able to get anywhere near her all week but I'm damned if I'm going to be the only man aboard who hasn't sampled the best bit of new tail for years. I'll pay five for her to spend the afternoon in my cabin." With that he slapped a £500 note on the bar by my hand.

I had never seen a note so big before and this faced me with almost equal temptations. On one hand there was the promised bliss in the arms of my wife and on the other that rather large amount of cash. I silently struggled but then shook my head telling him, "Sorry. Sophie has finished for the week and intends to spend this last day relaxing."

The yank had not expected to be turned down and his face went even redder as he snarled, "For Christ's sake - that's £500 for the afternoon you know not the whole fucking night." 

It was my turn to be served so I muttered "Sorry," again, then turned to the bar to give my order. However, when I about faced with a drink in each hand he was standing in front of me again. "OK you win - I'll go to the full K," he said waving a pair of the high denomination notes in front of my face.

It was too much. I nodded and watched as he tucked the cash into the pocket of my shirt then walked back to my waiting wife. As I approached she jumped up with a sexy smile on her face. Holding out a hand for her glass she said happily, "Let's go - I can't wait."

I moved the drink out of her reach and with the same movement nodded towards the sweating male waiting in anticipation by the by the door. "Sorry love - you're working," I told her. 

Sophie's smile faded. "But I thought..."

"He is paying £1000 just for the afternoon."

My wife grinned. "Why didn't you say so?" she said then walked past me towards the door with the sexy smile back on her face.

I had half hoped that the experience of having my mind blown had only been delayed until the night but the brash American had tried to get his money's worth leaving her tired. "Wait until we get home - I will make it up to you there," she promised. Later, on the point of sleep I heard her say contentedly, "Well my price has certainly gone up." I think she was talking to herself but it turned out that she was correct.

I have no grumbles about our homecoming. Every time that we counted the money Sophie wanted to fuck and she felt the need to count it constantly. Towards evening she said, "After earning all that I am certainly not going to slave in the crummy supermarket another hour."

I had expected that but told her, "You will have to let them know you have quit."

"I know - I am calling in tomorrow afternoon. Derek will want to know all about the cruise anyway." 

When Sophie returned from seeing her one time blackmailer she was bubbling with happiness but she brought with her a blueprint for our future life. "Derek is over the moon for me," she said. "He says that American bragged about how much he had to pay and all the other guys on the cruise have been raving about me when they got back to work. Derek says that his phone has been red hot all day and this is just the start. Loads of men want to go with me and they are offering silly money. I will probably only have to do one or two a week then, after a bit if everything does alright, you can give up your job too because I will be earning enough for both of us."

It may seem strange that having been told this I only had one thought. "At least you won't have to put out for that creep any more."

"Don't be mean Simon - after all he has done for us. I do like doing it with him and you've got to agree that he deserves a few freebies. Anyway, I will be seeing him every week to get my money because the punters will be paying him. Derek says that doing it that way is better psychology. If a guy hands over the fee, some give only the agreed amount and forget to tip but if the cash is already taken care of then very few can leave without feeling obliged to give you something."

"You really think it is going to be that big."

"Almost guaranteed," she said confidently but then her face became serious as she pointed out, "It won't only be Saturdays from now on and I will often have to be away overnight. You can drive me to where I have to be and pick me up again afterwards but that means we will need a nice new car. You know - if we were discreet about it a few of the men could come to the house."

I just sat there nodding trying to hide the fact that everything that she said was a new blow. Sophie must have guessed that I was less than happy because she went on more brightly, "The good thing is that we will have plenty of money for you to follow your team wherever it goes - even abroad."

"I've gone right off football," I told her. "I'm thinking of taking up golf."