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Fancy Dress Whore Ch. 01

By: irxgbr



The best place to start is with a brief introduction, my name is Ron, 35 years old, married to Courtney aged 32, for a very happy nine years. We have no kids, medical reasons, and are both in sufficiently well paid jobs. Quite usual considering nine years of marriage, our sex life remains adequate but is getting more of a routine pleasure rather than fantastic. We were very good friends and neither of us felt sex was a problem but one event led to better things. 

Things started with a fancy dress function at the small members club we use about once a week. The cheese and wine party poster specified all members wear fancy dress, neither of us were keen, but we thought we had better support the function. A few nights before we were sitting watching the television and discussing what to wear, it ended up with me dressing as a pimp and Courtney as a whore. The only reason those characters were chosen is because we were watching a film which featured a hooker being murdered.

We had no idea what a pimp dressed like but I ended up in a black jumper, black trousers, and a black great coat Courtney picked up in a charity shop. The only other attempt at looking the part was taking a cheap gold medallion off an old belt of hers and fixing it to a necklace.

Courtney has a perfectly proportioned body, she is 5' 7" tall, most of it leg, with long straight natural blond hair. She wore a simple tan coloured crop top over a 'push up' bra – not necessary because she still had very firm breasts for her age but it created a superb cleavage. She wore her shortest denim mini, I am not sure she had worn it since she purchased it several years earlier. The sluttish final touch was a pair of clear plastic platform stilettos, real porn star stuff that she had worn for me in the bedroom occasionally.

It was a pleasant evening, we both had plenty to drink and eat, and most of our friends were there to chat too. Courtney always stands out at the club as being among the most attractive members but that night she was easily the best. Courtney enjoyed all the attention, and the comments her attire attracted, most of the men there jokingly asked how much she charged for some action. 

When we got home, we were both all over each other as soon as we got inside; I stripped off on the way upstairs but told her to keep her gear on. She took my very rigid cock into her mouth as soon as we were on the bed and gave me some excellent attention. I pulled up her skirt and sunk a couple of my fingers into a very moist pussy. We sorted ourselves into a classic '69' position and I sucked her to a very good orgasm in a very short time.

Changing position, we then had a quite frantic 'missionary' fuck much to our mutual satisfaction. Snuggling up to go to sleep and she said, "You seemed to like using your whore." The sex was amongst the best for a long time although some action after a night out was usual we were both more enthusiastic that night.

Other than waking up to a nice kiss and mutual thanks we said nothing about the previous night's activity. We both got up late and did our usual Saturday chores including the weekly grocery shop. Things took an interesting turn at bedtime when she told me to wait downstairs until she called me. After a while, she called me up and the sight of Courtney dressed in her whore outfit greeted me. She smiled and said, "Hello sailor, how would you like to use your whores body this evening, most things are on my menu?"

I thought what a nice offer and replied," Can I afford to use your ass, I have not had the pleasure for ages."

"Of course you can, as its you I will even allow you in bareback, there is some lube on my bedside table, just leave fifty pounds behind, I have a special introductory offer on today." I still had my wallet in my trouser pocket so I counted out fifty in ten pound notes and put them on her bedside table. I applied plenty of lube to my suddenly aroused cock as she jumped onto the bed and laying on her back with her legs held apart. "Come on, get in here, time is money to us girls you know."

As she said that, her hand went down and she spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, using the middle one to rub her clit. We were used to anal but did not partake very often, when we did it was usually at my request. While still working on her sex she used her other hand to guide my cock against her puckered hole. She pulled some of the lube from my cock and worked it in to her ass with a finger and said," In you come, as hard as you like, you are paying."

I gently pushed against her hole, which gave way without much effort, and I slipped a little way in. She lifted her legs, still wearing her slut shoes, up around my waist and pulled me in further. We soon had a lovely rhythm going with me giving long strokes as deep as I could go with her full cooperation pulling me in and yelling 'yes'. She did manage to orgasm some times when we had anal but this time she was well away, aided by her own finger action.

I all too quickly dumped my load well into her bowels and slumped down on top of her, we were both nicely shattered. I asked, "Is there any chance of an overnighter or must I leave now?" 

She said, "Thank you that was good, lets cuddle up and go to sleep after I get out of my working gear."

In the morning I woke up to the extremely pleasant sensation of her lips and tongue working on my, obviously rigid cock. Not a first but a very rare way for her to wake me up, I said. "This is nice, but can I afford it?" Her answer was to sit astride me and sink my cock into her pussy and start humping away, I just grabbed a bouncing breast in each hand and matched her rhythm.

We both achieved very satisfactory climaxes as good as simultaneously and after regaining her breath, she jumped off and said, "Dressing up seems to have put some life into our sex drive, I think we should go shopping for some more gear later, I seem to have some spare cash here beside the bed. What do you fancy, sexy nurse or maybe school girl?"

"This has indeed turned out to be a fun weekend, as to how to dress your sexy body I am all in favour of the 'If it isn't broke don't fix it adage', lets see if we can find some more whore gear." 

A very unusual experience for me, I actually enjoyed three hours wandering from shop to shop, we both maintained a sexual mood all the time. She spend considerably in excess of her 'earnings' but I told her it was no problem she had plenty of earning potential and would soon get her investment back.

Our purchases included a pair of shiny black stiletto boots with very pointed toes, and a pair of tarty slip on mules with even higher heels. Three skirts, a denim mini and two ridiculously short micro skirts, one blue denim and one white leather. As it was a Sunday not all the shops were open, so we had to forget a few ideas, mainly corsets and underwear, but we did find several revealing tops and a short denim jacket.

We also found a pair of very large gold hoop earrings and although she does not smoke, I insisted we bought her twenty long cigarettes and a cheap lighter, because all whores smoked. Courtney was even keen when we found a beauty salon open and I suggested she went in and had a full trim and waxing down below.

She was lucky, they could do her right away so we arranged to meet at a nearby café when she was finished. I struggled in with all the purchases and settled down to wait with a coffee and a couple of cigarettes. When she came in and found me, I bought her a coffee and she said, "I think it's time we went home, I am feeling all tingly down below and want you to fuck me." She was still dressed in her nice tight jeans, heels and a tight white jumper but I had an idea. 

"How do you feel about the idea of going into the toilet and changing into some of your new gear now?" She agreed to do so if that is what I wanted but said she was not very keen on delaying some action. We selected the outfit and off she went to the toilets, I toyed with the idea of just leaving a note on the table for her to find on her return. I thought better of it and decided to propose my idea face to face, I did not want to upset her new mood.

She soon returned wearing the black boots, denim mini (not the micro), tight yellow top showing lots of cleavage, and the denim jacket. She had also applied heavier makeup and was wearing the new hoop earrings. I got her to sit down and light up a cigarette and said, "Would my sluttish whore like to find her own way home on the bus, it would give any fellow passengers a thrill?"

She smiled, "OK that sounds like it could be fun, I do feel very sexy."

I risked pushing a little further and said, "I expect you need to nip back into the toilet to take off your thong, unless you have already?"

Courtney blushed slightly and said, "Hey, that is going a bit far, I had that done for your eyes only – although why not, as I said I do feel randy – yes I will." She got up and I watched her sexy body sway off to the toilet again. While she was in there I sorted out the bill and we walked out into the street together. We had a kiss and cuddle although she pushed my hand away when I tried to get under her skirt to feel the new smoothness.

She said, "See you later darling." I stood and watched as the hooker walked off down the street, her hips and ass swinging.

It only took me twenty minutes or so to retrieve the car, load up the purchases, and drive home. Nearly a full hour after I saw her walking away down the street she burst through the front door and almost yelled, "Come on you bastard, up to bed and relieve my sexual tension." As she pulled me up the stairs, she dropped off her jacket and as soon as we were in the bedroom undid the poppers on her skirt and it fell to the floor.

I had no chance to admire her naked pussy as she fell onto the bed pushing my head into her crotch. She had obviously found her trip very arousing, her clit was already a little swollen pushing out from under its hood, and her hole was very warm and moist. I lapped and sucked at her clit and with no difficulty slipped three fingers into her soaking hole. This treatment gave her an instant orgasm; with a loud yell, she almost decapitated me gripping her legs against my head.

While I stood and got rid of my trousers, she lay there with her whole body, shuddering. As soon as I freed my cock I rammed it right in and gave her a very hard, and fortunately, long fucking. This appeared to be exactly what she wanted; she thrust her body up against mine every time I went in and was extremely vocal all the way through, which was unusual.

When I finished she slipped down, took my cock into her mouth, and sucked our combined juices off it. She was completely shattered by the experience, and said. "I like playing this fantasy; we are getting some great sex from it." We were in complete agreement on that point, sex had not been that good for us since our honeymoon.

After we both showered, we sat around in the lounge, just in our dressing gowns and chatted about the experience. She snuggled up and said. "I was feeling randy, as I noticed you were, all the time we were shopping. When you suggested my bus trip, I actually thought it was a fun idea, in no way would I have suggested it, but it did fit my mood. When you added the naked pussy bit I was doubtful but thought 'what the hell, why not'"

"As for my trip, I did have fun. I do not look bad for my age, modest as well, and am used to men looking me up and down and thinking 'that's a nice body' or 'she's smart'. Most of the men eyeing me up when I was walking along or sitting on the bus were not thinking that, they were thinking 'I could fuck that'. You experienced the result of my thoughts; I was dripping before you even started."

In bed that night, we had a very pleasant, normal session. Things were really looking up I had cum three times during the day and Courtney even more times. The following week was back to normal except we were both extra attentive to each other and she did seem to dress a little sexier for work. We did however revert to our normal weekly ration of sex, which was a pleasant couple of evenings, although there was a little more zest involved.

The weekend started with our normal visit to the club and a pleasant bout of sex afterwards. Lying in bed afterwards, we agreed that we would go out for a drink on Saturday night as well and perhaps have some extra fun.

For our Saturday outing Courtney dressed in a tight white top, with short sleeves and her denim mini with her stiletto boots. She also slipped on her denim jacket and had a large black bag with her. We went out, quite late, and found a couple of seats in a large pub on the riverside. During the couple of hours there, I had three lagers and Courtney started with three alcopops but finished having several vodka and tonics.

Although it would not be fair to say, no one noticed her but the pub was very crowded and the competition comprised nubile young bodies showing off a lot of flesh. I finally thought it was time to see if she wanted to play and leant over and asked, "Do you think it is time for you to take a little walk?" She smiled at me, jumped up grabbing her bag, and said she needed to go loo first.

She took ages, a long queue probably, but when she did emerge, I was very surprised at her appearance. She had changed her boots for the mules, ditched the jacket, and now had on the ridiculously short denim micro skirt. As she was nearer the door, she gestured for me to follow her out. I joined her and gave her a cuddle, "You slut, you look like a whore, just what have you got in mind?"

She gave a pretend demure smile and said, "I thought you might have a suggestion, here take my large bag, I need to get a fag from my little shoulder bag."

We were on the old quay area beside the river; most of the warehouses were converted into disco clubs but apart from that, the whole area was pretty run down. It was a good half mile, mostly through narrow alleys, from the town centre. She was obviously open to suggestion so I said, "I'll get a taxi from here, but you may as well walk back into town and pick one up there, see you later."

She lit up her cigarette gave me a quick kiss and walked off down the street. I watched as my lovely wife disappeared into a dark alley looking like a slightly drunken whore. I did wonder if I should follow, it was obviously a bit dangerous, but there were still plenty of people around so I just took a cab from the nearby rank.

When I got home, I lit up a cigarette and stood at the front window waiting for her return, I must admit to more than a little anxiety as time went on. I was thinking it was becoming a silly fantasy and getting worried when a taxi pulled up. Courtney, the slut, got out, talked to the driver, and then handed him his fare and he drove off. When she came in, I gave her a hug and said, "I am sure he would have been happy with a quick blowjob rather than cash."

"Don't be silly, I am only our fantasy whore, no cocks, other than yours are going to get inside me – come on take me to bed." My reaction to her comment, being honest with myself, I knew I actually wanted her to go much further with the fantasy involving lots of other cocks – or did I? That was not the time to worry about it; she was ready to be fucked.

Once again, I found her very wet and I managed to have a very satisfactory go at her pussy and after a brief recovery and good long go in her ass. She enjoyed every minute of it and we were both too shattered when we finished for any discussion, just cuddling up and going to sleep.

Over a late breakfast she described her walk, "It was not as much of a turn on as the bus trip, it was worrying walking through some of those alleys in the dark, and I did not get to see many men to eye me up either. Waiting for a taxi was a little better, two or three men eyed me up and the taxi driver seemed very appreciative. He needed to adjust his mirror and I am sure he was looking in that much more than at the road all the way home, I think that may have had something to do with my naked pussy and an extremely short skirt."

"As I told you last night, I think he would have accepted payment in kind for the trip, in fact if you were flashing your pussy like that I am sure he would have. Perhaps next time I will have to send you off without any money."

She smiled at me and said, "In your dreams Honey, 'forsaking all others' remember that bit when we got married?" Even in the sober light of the morning I was sure I did want her to expand the fantasy but decided to take it slowly.

"Well I hope the driver was married because you must have left him very frustrated."

For the following week, things went back to normal, well better than normal we were actually getting on like two young lovers again. We were doing most things together and chatting a lot more. Our weekend followed the usual pattern with a visit to the club on Friday and watching television on Saturday night. She had started her 'off' week so I did not mention our fantasy but hoped we could manage something the following weekend.

The nice atmosphere at home continued all through the following week, which was actually good for both of us even if the fantasy did not progress. I was still hoping though. Arriving home from work on Friday, she always finished work at midday on a Friday; my very own whore greeted me. Courtney was wearing her black boots and white leather micro with a plum coloured top showing a lot of cleavage.

She greeted me with, "Hello lover, you have not called me for ages I was beginning to think you had lost interest in your very own prostitute. Take me up to bed and I will let you lick my freshly shaven pussy." I followed her beautiful body upstairs, that skirt was an indecent length, and she took me into the bedroom. "Get stripped for action then lover." While I got out of my gear, she also slipped off her skirt and top.

When I had stripped, she knelt down in front of me with a wet flannel in her hand and said she needed to clean me up first. She was really getting into the part telling me what nice equipment I had and she knew it would give her pleasure. She then gave me a marvellous mouth job but got me into her pussy before 'I wasted it' as she described it. I was very close to cumming when I sunk into her pussy, but no problem so was she. A brief, hard fucking had us both climaxing at the same point – a superb way to start the weekend.

After we had a cuddle, she said, "I will go and have a shower and get dressed again, after our meal you can take me out for the evening, I think we could find somewhere more interesting than the club tonight."

I gave her a grin and said, "I don't like part of your plan, the mood you are in I don't think you need a shower. A little bit of cum leaking out all evening won't hurt." She just called me a pervert and got dressed and we went and ate the nice meal she had prepared. We left it until about half eight to go out, we had decided to go to a pub on the other side of the river to the clubs. It was not as developed with lots of old warehouses and included the only area in town that could be described as the 'red light district'. That was a bit of an overstatement though, in fact the only activity were a few prostitutes that sometimes plied their trade on a couple of the streets.

The pub was rather down market but had live music going for part of the time and was reasonably busy. We both had a few drinks sitting on stools at one end of the bar. Courtney was showing an indecent amount of leg perched on the stool, in fact one guy who rather blatantly knelt down to tie up his shoelace certainly got to see more than her leg. The bar was crowded so plenty of men took the opportunity to rub up against her legs in the crush for the bar.


Fancy Dress Whore Ch. 01



She just smiled at most of them although with one big fellow she did lean towards him and ask him to light her cigarette, this was a bit cheeky as I was already smoking. It was still rather early when she said, "I think it is time I got some fresh air, and I maybe need to take a little walk." We finished our drinks and as we made our way to the door, she did seem to have to rub her body up against a few more men then was strictly necessary to get through the crush.

When we got outside it was Courtney that said to me. "I will walk back along the road to the downriver bridge; it looks real seedy that way. You can go upriver and cross on the footbridge; we should arrive back at the taxi rank on the other side about the same time. "She then gave me a wink and said, "Unless I get delayed on the way." 

I just stood and watched as she walked off swaying her body down the 'business' street, if there were any men looking for action, they were bound to think she was available. I had to leave then, my route was considerably longer than hers was – unless that is she was 'delayed'. We actually arrived back at the taxi rank at virtually the same time, she flung her arms around me and said, "Get me home now I need fucking good and hard."

During our ride back the cabbie must have had a lovely view of her ass in his mirror. She was all over me and with the length of her skirt; he must have been able to see everything. When we got out at home, I said. "Are you going to pay him or have I got to?"

She gave me a hard kick in the shin with her pointed boot and said, "Pervert, you pay him and get me to bed." We did then go off to bed and had a fantastic session; I came very quickly in her soaking pussy and again in her ass. She managed to have four orgasms in total, and was again too shattered to talk and just cuddled up and went to sleep still dressed in her gear.

In the morning, she woke me up getting out of bed to go to the toilet; she called me in and suggested we shower together. We just enjoyed washing and then drying each other's bodies and went downstairs to get some breakfast. I said "That sure was a nice way to spend a Friday, a great improvement on the club, tell me how you felt?"

"I was in a really randy mood when we left here and got even more so in the pub, as I said before all the guys rubbing up against my body must have been thinking 'I could fuck that'. I was getting more and more turned on, I wanted your cock inside me."

I interrupted, "If you wanted my cock inside you why did we have to waste time with our walk?" 

"Just shut up and listen, I have not got to the best bit yet. While walking down that street where the hookers sometimes work not one, but two cars stopped and asked me if I was working. I obviously said 'sorry pet not tonight' and walked on but by the time I got back to you, I was absolutely desperate for a fuck. This fantasy is giving us some wonderful evenings, last night in bed was fantastic." 

I agreed and said, "Do you want to go out again this evening, or shall we sit in and watch some old movies on the television?"

She smiled and said, "If you have the energy to treat me like you did last night I would love to go out again, but before that we have a lot of chores to get sorted."

"I am sure you could find plenty of men with enough energy to give you the full treatment."

"In your dreams sunshine, you are plenty enough for me – come on lets get some jobs sorted."

We had a happy day together, the increased sexual activity had definitely improved our relationship, and she was genuinely eager to go out again in the evening. We again left home rather late with her dressed in her denim mini skirt, not the micro, and her black boots. She had on a red boob tube that showed off her flat midriff and her short denim jacket. I suggested if she was going to wear that sort of top she ought to get a belly button piercing, she actually said perhaps.

We decided to go to the same pub and on the way there, I suggested a change in the fantasy, "You go in before me and see if you can find a bar stool again, see how many drinks you can get bought for you. I will get a drink and keep an eye on you from a distance. When you want just catch my eye and I will come over and pick you up. Don't hold back you can do whatever you like with anyone you fancy."

"Anything I want, are you saying if a guy slides his hand under my skirt you would not mind?"

"Darling, I said anything you fancy."

"You don't mean anything, what if his fingers strayed right into my pussy?"

"Will you listen, anything you fancy, if I watched a guy start fingering your pussy I can guarantee you would get one hell of a fucking when we get back home. Unless, that is, I had not shot it all into my trousers watching you."

"You may just get lucky, or is it me that will get lucky – a pity I did not wear the micro skirt."

When the taxi dropped us off she gave me a kiss and headed for the pub door, I said, "Remember I said anything you fancy is fine by me, the more the better." I waited outside for about five minutes and then walked in and saw her perched on a stool at one end of the bar, it is perhaps a good job she did not wear her micro skirt. She had already collected an admirer, a guy was leaning with his back against the bar talking to her and as I looked he lit her cigarette.

He was a trucker type, around forty and stocky build with a shaven head. They were chatting away and she was laughing a lot and would frequently touch him on the arm or leg. As she finished her first drink, his hand went onto her thigh and he kept it there while he ordered and paid for another drink each. She had not wasted a minute; I could not get a clear view because the trucker was leaning close to her but from the look on her face he was at least touching her pussy if not inside. 

She was wriggling her bum and as she bent forward to kiss the chap's ear, I suspected he had a finger inside her pussy. From the way her face started to glow red and her body shake I was certain, she had actually achieved an orgasm. They stayed in that position for some time, her leaning on his shoulder nibbling his ear and his finger (or fingers) working into her sex. She finally broke away and said something to him, jumped off her stool, emptied her glass in one gulp, and headed towards the door catching my eye.

I correctly assumed I was expected to follow her and not the trucker. Immediately she was near enough she said, "For Christ's sake get me home, I could not take anymore of that treatment." By pure luck there was a taxi dropping a party off at the pub so we got in and I gave him our address. Courtney lent over and said to the cabbie, "Do you mind if we have a fuck back here, there is a fiver in it for you if you say it's alright."

The cabbie said sure carry on; almost before he had agreed, Courtney had my cock out and was lying back across the seats with one leg in the well and the other on top of the seat back. As soon as I managed to get, my very rigid cock into her sloppy pussy she was humping me back and yelling "Yes..." continuously. I could not last all that long given the circumstances but she did not seem to mind. After I shot my load into her she just laid there panting, her eyes shut and her head slumped to the side, she had almost lost consciousness. 

She was recovered enough to get out and stagger to the door when we got home, I paid the cabbie, he got a ten pound tip, and drove off saying he enjoyed the show. I opened the front door and we went in, "That was marvellous, you are the sexiest, and most beautiful wife a man could wish to have, thank you."

She kicked off her shoes and ran up the stairs saying it what seemed to be a tearful voice, "I must have a shower, you stay down here."

Half an hour later Courtney came downstairs, wearing her long dressing gown, she sat beside me. With tearful eyes, she cuddled me and said. "I am sorry darling; this fantasy is getting out of hand, we have got to stop now."

"Whatever is the problem, a little while ago you had what looked to me as the most enjoyable sex you have ever experienced, why has that upset you so much?"

"The sex was fantastic, it's true I have never had such an intense sensation, I needed to be fucked, and you did it just right."

"That sounds good, so why the tears?"

"Look that guy in the bar, he had two fingers right inside my sex, and his thumb was pushing on my clit – he actually brought me off in public. I am frightened that we are going to ruin our marriage if we continue with this fantasy."

"I still don't understand why you are upset, what happened was almost exactly what we talked about just before you went into the pub. I was turned on watching you getting pleasure, and I am sure you were turned on by his hand playing with you."

"Oh yes, I was turned on by that guy playing with me, I needed a cock in me – the problem was I wanted him to fuck me, I am sorry darling."

"Why do you think you wanting him to fuck you is an issue to have you in tears, let alone apologise for, I said when you went in that you could do any thing that pleased you."

"Yes you did say I could do what I liked, but we are a very happily married couple who love each other very much. I don't want to loose my best friend by cheating on him."

"Sorry darling, we seem to be talking about different things here, I would hate for either of us to want to cheat on the other, let alone actually do it. However, you letting that trucker fuck you would have just been raw sex enjoyed by you, me, and no doubt him. We have had a lovely time with the fantasy so far; it has not only improved our sex lives, but actually brought us closer together."

"Did you just say you would have enjoyed it if I had let him fuck me? I would want to kill you if you fucked another woman."

"There is no chance you would need to kill me, you are the only woman I ever what to fuck, but I would love you to get all the pleasure you can from as many men as possible. The only stipulation is that it is part of our mutual fantasies and I know about in advance."

"I need to think about this for a few days, but just to make sure I know what you are thinking answer two questions for me. When that cabbie dropped me what would your reaction have been if I had sucked him off?" 

"That is an easy one to answer; I would have found it extra erotic especially if you had kept his cum in your mouth until you showed me, and then swallowed it."

"That makes you sound like a pervert, and what if I had taken the trucker outside and let him fuck me up against the alley wall."

"Again as easy answer, I would hope you used a condom, for our own safety, but I would have loved you even more than I do now. No, that cannot be the right answer, because I could not love you more than I already do. I suppose I would find it erotic to know you were getting extra pleasure and it was an experience we could share."

"I have answered your two questions so let's leave the subject for you to think about, I would like the fantasy to continue as far as you feel comfortable with and no further. Just to show you that we are not unique having this fantasy, you are on holiday next week although I have to work. Spend a bit of your time reading some of the stories on the Literotica web site, look at the 'loving wife's' section. A couple of the authors that deal with our fantasy are 'bobfr' and 'irxgbr'."

"I promise to think about it, and yes I will look at your pervert's web site, now let's go up to bed and have a nice gentle fuck."

"Please answer one question for me, just how did you manage to get his fingers inside you after only five minutes chat?" 

"It did happen very quickly, he came up to me and offered to buy me a drink as soon as I sat down, which I accepted. He than had his hand half way up my thigh and asked 'are you working?' just his touch and that question got my juices flowing. This was exactly the fantasy we discussed before I went in, it was in my mind so I just said 'sorry ducks I am meeting someone in a minute, get me another drink and you can have a quick feel'."

She then hit me on the shoulder and said, "That's when the trouble started; it felt so naughty but extremely nice. I suppose you are going to plead innocence reminding me of that just as we are going to fuck again?"

We did not discuss the fantasy any further; we just 'made love'. A very pleasant slow coupling with Courtney lying on her side, me in her pussy while I caressed her breast and kissed her neck.

My very sincere thanks to John (Namizujs) for taking all the time and effort to make the story an easier read for all of you.

The other two chapters will appear here in the next few days but in the mean time, any constructive comments and appreciative votes will be welcome.



Fancy Dress Whore Ch. 02



The Sunday was a family duty day; we had a long drive to visit her parents, her Mother's birthday, and it was very late when me got home and into bed. Monday morning I went off to work leaving her to have a lay in. She rang me late in the morning suggesting we meet up for lunch, which was very pleasant. We had a simple pub meal, no sexual discussion although she did look very nice in heels, tight jeans and a tight white jumper.

When I finished work I was greeted by a very frisky and happy wife, we had a nice evening together mainly just cuddled up watching television. She did get me to feel her pussy one time we were kissing and said, "I needed to shave down there again already it was itching, it is quite expensive but I think I would like a full laser treatment one day." This got me interested in more than kissing but was told to wait until we were in bed.

Quite early, she said she wanted to have a bath and told me to go and play with the computer for a while. This was a useful opportunity for me to check her web browsing history, which when I did I suspected that is what she wanted me to do. She had visited a lot of the stories on Literotica, including the authors I had mentioned. Her reaction was impossible to gauge, she may have opened them all, not liked the theme, and closed them without reading. I hope that she had read them, and liked them as much as I did.

She had a long bath but eventually called for me to have a quick shower and join her in bed. I hurried through a shower, especially when I noticed a used disposable enema in the bin. When I went into the bedroom, still towelling myself dry, she was laying on top the bed with her legs wide apart. "I think you better kiss my itch better, look it's nice and smooth." I still had no idea how her thinking about the fantasy was going but she was certainly feeling randy.

Her reactions down there were still on a 'hair trigger', it took very little treatment to get her to climax. I kept going for sometime, which had her thrashing around, she was really having a good time. When I let her rest, she tossed me the lube, knelt up wiggling her ass at me, and said, "Come on in, nice and deep please." I loaded my cock with a liberal amount of lube and used a couple of fingers to work some into her puckered hole.

No sooner then I pushed my cock past the initial resistance she was pushing back against me to get it in deeper. The way she was moving I hardly needed to supply any help but we soon had a good rhythm going. When I slipped two fingers into her pussy and managed to find the correct spot she became very vocal and lifted herself up on her arms to push me in even further. It was a lovely sensation for me as I pumped several times, emptying my cum deep in her ass.

Her next request came as a surprise, it was a first, "Come on get the cock out, I have received some lovely oral it is your turn now." What followed was also very rare since I was a lot younger. Her treatment licking my cock clean and then sucking it into her throat kept me rigid for ages and I managed a second load for her throat." After mutual comments on how good it had been, we cuddled up to go to sleep. I did not want to risk mentioning the fantasy, I am not sure I cared, that sex was perfect anyway.

The next day I again met her at the same pub for lunch, she looked fantastic. She wore a pair of black stiletto court shoes, stockings and a nice black skirt, not as short as her others but still probably classified as mini. She had a red jumper worn over the skirt with a wide black belt around her waist. The overall look was not sluty; best described as sexy smart. We had a pleasant lunch and we both noticed that several men had more than a glance at her.

When I got home, she was wearing the same outfit and I gave her a huge cuddle and said she looked great. She replied, "I am glad of that, I don't need to dress like a whore to be appreciated then?"

I kissed her and said, "You know full well that is a stupid question, you look fantastic whatever you wear. Would my attractive wife like to go out for a Chinese meal and see what is on at the cinema tonight?" 

"Clever boy, that was exactly what I had in mind, I have already checked and we are going to watch that new romantic comedy." We had a perfect evening; it was almost as if we were dating again. We finished off getting to bed quite early and having a nice straight sex session, life was good.

As I left for work the following morning, she said she probably would not get to join me for lunch but she would have a nice meal ready when I got home. I had no idea how her thoughts on the fantasy had progressed, and had no intention of pushing her. It had already put one heck of a zest back into our marriage and I was quite happy with the way things were. My thoughts were confirmed when I arrived home.

Courtney greeted me dressed in her black stilettos, dark stockings and a longish black silk skirt. They looked very nice but her top was fantastic, it was white silk with a delicate pattern of black butterflies. It was completely open at the front and she had on a black bra, which pushed her up to display two perfect globes. The final surprise was the opening plunging down to reveal her belly button, pierced with a steel bar, and had three small cyan coloured jewels dangling down. 

"You look absolutely gorgeous; I am a very lucky man." We had a long cuddle and some deep kisses and then I said, "The piercing looks great, that was a lovely idea, and as for that bra it offers up your tits so well I feel like they need my teeth piercing them."

"Well that may be arranged but make sure any marks are on the bits that don't show, although I admit this gear does not leave you much of a target. We are having a night in, I have made us a nice steak meal, and then we can play around for the rest of the evening." The meal was very nice, I even had a pleasant moment when some butter from her corn dripped onto her nicely displayed boobs, obviously licking it off was the easiest when to get rid of it.

We left the dishes, went to bed extremely early, and spent the whole evening enjoying each other's bodies. I managed to cum three times, all in her pussy and I lost count how many times she achieved orgasm. My cock could only manage the three but my mouth and fingers added several more to her score. We were both pleasantly shagged out when we cuddled up to sleep, probably quite early.

I was off to work again in the morning but we agreed to meet again for lunch. I managed to get away ten minutes early and picked up a dozen red roses on the way to the meet her. She was very pleased with the present and it got me a very passionate kiss right in the middle of the bar. Courtney looked superb again, a pair of low cut white jeans, and white stiletto boots that I had not seen before and a tight blue jumper, which left her midriff bare to show off her jewellery. 

Lunch was over all too soon and I left her and returned to work. This had turned out to be a fantastic week; life was good even the work hassles did not seem to bother me as much as usual. Arriving home, I found her still in her white jeans and after a cuddle; we sat down and had a nice gammon meal. After we had lounged around for a while chatting and drinking coffee she suggested I needed a shower.

I went off thinking we were in for another good night and assuming she had showered earlier. I took awhile and not knowing her plans dressed in jeans and a sweater before going back down. I found her sitting at the computer, she said. "While I go and have my shower have a quick look through the stories I have bookmarked, you see I have been doing some reading this week. Take your time I will be a while I need to touch up my shaving as well."

I checked back on her history, she had been very busy every day; she had looked at a lot of stories on Literotica and had even found a few other story sites. The bookmarks she mentioned were the submission pages for 'irxgbr' and 'bobfr' as I had suggested, all the links indicating that she had read them. I did not need to read them again; I was quite familiar with the stories but my cock had become very hard thinking that she had admitted to reading them.

I was pleased, but not surprised, when Courtney came back down dressed in prostitute attire. She had on her clear plastic platform shoes, the micro denim and a plain beige shirt tied under her boobs showing both cleavage and her new belly jewellery. She posed in the doorway with one leg bent up leaning against the wall and took a long drag on a cigarette.

"Whoa, you look hot – how much for some action?"

"Sorry, not so fast we are going to sit down and have a talk first, don't worry we will get rid of that bulge in your trousers later." She came over, took my hand, and sat me down on the sofa, snuggling up beside me. "We have had a lovely week together, thank you very much and congratulations for passing all your tests with top marks. I was worried that the only way you wanted me was dressed and acting as a slut, you have proved that was not the case. I think we have also proved how much we love each other and it is safe to discuss our fantasy."

I answered, "We have had a superb week, and the fantasy gave us a good kick to put zest into our marriage, which was fine anyway. The fantasy can be forgotten or continued with, which ever you want it has already served its purpose extremely well."

"I have been reading lots of stories, as you will have noticed, and I think I can just about understand what you said. You get enjoyment and stimulation at the thought of me getting extra pleasure, by me flirting, or even if I actually were to let other men use my body. Can you explain why in particular the prostitute fantasy is top of the list, why would you want me to sell my favours; we have a good income between us?"

"I think I can answer that, alternatives are for us to try swinging involving another couple, this has no fascination at all for me because I have no interest at all in having sex with anyone but you. The other basic idea would be for you to find a man to have a fling with; the idea of losing you to someone else is just not on. The prostitute idea just involves raw sex with no emotional involvement at all; although I admit it has other safety risks but you are not likely to run off with a punter."

That got me a cuddle and she continued, "You have just given very good answers to explain your thinking, assuming that you did not freak out if anything did happen. That just leaves the question of do I want to go further. I have been giving it a lot of thought this week, and not only while I was reading the stories, which is definitely not the best time for rational thought."

I interrupted, "You did enjoy the reading, I always imagine you as being the female lead in the stories, did you do the same?"

She slipped her hand along my thigh and said, "Just listen to my thoughts; I will get around to the stories in a minute. I was having real fun when we started, having men lusting over my body and men even asking me if I was working. The whole thing was keeping me randy all the time; I was juicy down there whenever I was playing. Reality kicked in after you had relieved me of the tension that trucker had built up in me."

She continued, "Although my body was more than ready for the trucker to fuck me my mind was not. This past week, and your answers tonight make we want to turn fantasy into reality, although taking it very easy at first to make sure we can both handle it."


I kissed her and said, "Can I butt in and say, I may have planted the seed but how it develops is entirely up to you, absolutely no pressure from me to go any further than you desire."

Courtney then slid along the sofa away from me and said, "Close your eyes, now you are not touching me or looking at me. Imagine me in this gear, it is soon after the trucker had fingered my pussy; I am leaning with my hands against the wall around the back of the pub. I bend forward so my skirt has slipped up and my naked ass is on full display to him as he slips on a condom. Remember this is your wife, Courtney who has a condom covered cock about to thrust into her pussy."

She then slid back and touched my arm, "Open your eyes now, remember assume that was not fantasy but it was your real life wife, what do you want to happen next?"

"I want him to force his cock into my wife's pussy and give her the same sort of pleasure she received in the taxi on the way home with me." 

She virtually screamed, "Enough talk, get that lovely cock in your whore's pussy." I slid my hand along her thigh and found her moist pussy, slipping two fingers in it was so wet that there must have been a wet patch on the sofa. A few strokes in and out with my fingers while pressing my thumb against her clit and she was screaming.

I kept up that treatment for several minutes until she was finding it difficult to get sensible breaths between her yelling and panting. She had wiggled herself to the end of sofa and as she slipped off falling on the floor, I told her, "Get up against the wall." Courtney managed to scramble along the floor and stood leaning against the kitchen door as I rammed my cock into her pussy from behind. It was far too arousing for me to hold back, I only managed three strokes before pumping a massive load into her.

We both collapsed into a tangled heap on the floor, and cuddled for ages while she regained her breath. She was absolutely covered in sweat and could not speak; we just held each other close with her head resting on my neck. She finally managed to whisper. "Looks like I will be going to that pub tomorrow night."

I got up and helped her to her feet, she still had on her heels, "Lets go up to bed, I will get my laptop from the car and copy a few stories onto it, we can read them together."

At first I was slightly disappointed as she started to reply but was laughing when she finished, "Don't bother to do that, just grab mine from the kitchen, there are already several of the good ones on it."

We spent the rest of the evening reading about 'bobfr's' adventures in the St.Pauli district of Hamburg and 'irxgrb's' friend Chantal. Our reading had numerous breaks to relieve the tension, mostly mutual oral due to the frequency but I did cum three more times although the final one was very weak. Courtney managed lots of satisfaction, some small, but many intense.

I found it very difficult to get myself out of bed for work in the morning, the session the previous night would have shattered a teenage athlete. Courtney was sleeping peacefully and I left her a note saying for her to give me a call, I would try to get the afternoon off. She called me at the office at around eleven saying she had just got up and was going to have a soak in the bath. I confirmed that I would be home soon after two o'clock.

As a precaution, in case things did go well during the evening I stopped on the way home and picked up a pack of twelve 'extra safe' condoms. I also bought another bunch of flowers, which I thought she deserved. When I got home, she greeted me with a long kiss and when she spotted the flowers said, "I must have been a good girl, flowers twice in one week – I wonder what I will get for being a bad girl."

"It's Friday, are we going to go to the club or have you got something else in mind? I asked giving her jean clad ass a pat.

She walked back into the kitchen and said, "Yes my mind is full of lots of thoughts about tonight; my tummy is full of butterflies though. However, my nipples are already hard and somewhere else is very warm and moist. How are you feeling, any second thoughts?"

I sat on the edge of the kitchen table and said, "I have got you another present, which will answer your question." I passed her the box of condoms and gave her a kiss.

"I know I said I wanted to take it easy at first to see how we both felt, only a dozen how long to you expect them to last? I am not even sure I will need one let alone twelve. You are home early, do you want to come upstairs, and we could try using one."


"Sorry darling not until we get home again, you said you were feeling moist down there already, you will have to find someone else to help out. Let's build up your tension even more and watch a porn movie together."

She said, "You bastard, you mean it don't you - we had better go out early then."

"Go and get out of those jeans, just come back down in your short dressing gown, we are going to watch some porn clips for an hour or so." While she was gone I positioned the computer so we could watch it from the sofa, I kept my clothes on. She came down and sat beside me and I set a clip running, standard stuff with a blond entertaining a big black guy. He was giving her some serious action in all three holes, no condom, and a lot of moaning.

We cuddled up and Courtney was soon getting quite wriggly, every time her hand went towards her pussy, I would give it a little slap and remove it. I snuggled her neck and caressed her body a little but eased off as soon as she showed signs of being too aroused. Her hand was heading for her pussy so often that I went to the kitchen and got a role of masking tape and told her to close her eyes and put her hands behind her back.

I bound her wrists together, and we went back to watching the clip, I was still playing lightly with her neck and she was really getting uncomfortable. I think if I had brushed a feather over her clit, she would have had a thrashing orgasm. Before the clip ended she said, "I am sorry darling this is going over the top, can I go and get ready now, I promise I won't touch my pussy while I am dressing."

I gave her a kiss and said, "Sorry, yes go on up but I hold you to your promise, it is getting dark early so I have a little idea of what we can do if we leave home early."   

She went upstairs right away; I did follow not to check up on her but to change into some jeans. She put on her micro denim and a beige crop top, which showed bare shoulders and midriff and plenty of cleavage without the help of a bra. She said. "I will need my denim jacket, do you think the plastic platforms are alright, or are they a bit over the top?

I said, "They are a little, we have time to drop into the shops before they close, you could find a similar style but in black – slightly less sluttish." She spent quite awhile doing her makeup, rather heavy but not overdone. She also spent some time backcombing her hair to give it more body and slipping on her large hoop earrings we were ready to go downstairs. 

She put on her jacket, found a small shoulder bag, and transferred her makeup, purse, and keys into it, "I have got my cell phone and my cigarettes and lighter as you seem to think they are an important accessory. Let me have one, no perhaps two condoms although please do not be disappointed and sulk if they come home still in the packet. It is a big step in our relationship and I could well chicken out."

"My darling I promise no sulking or disappointment if nothing happens; this is not about you being uncomfortable with anything. The one purpose of our fantasy is for you to get extra pleasure, and if you do that means I am happy for you. Anytime you want to come home just say so and I will give you a great big kiss and back we come with no problems at all between us."

She gave me a kiss and said, "Enough negative thought, let's go shopping."

We managed to park the car quite near a likely shoe shop and she agreed to go in on her own, as she jumped out I said, "I hope you get a male assistant, you will be able to negotiate some discount looking like that – remember you have nothing on under your skirt."

I watched as she walked into the shop, looking somewhat out of place dressed as she was and shopping on the high street. It was late in the afternoon, there were very few people around, and nobody even noticed her. She was in the shop for some time but eventually appeared at the door, she was now wearing a slightly higher pair of platforms. They were black and had several straps wound around her ankles, slut but not porn star was a good description.




Fancy Dress Whore Ch. 02



I would not describe the woman walking back to my car as just a slut, the overall effect said nothing other than, 'I am a hooker'. She got in the car, showing a ridiculous amount of leg to the few people passing and put two carrier bags onto the back seat. "Those new shoes look perfect for the role; I see you got two new pairs you must have managed to use all your charms on the assistant."

"Sorry darling, a snotty old spinster served me, she could hardly look at me and was virtually cringing when she had to tie these straps for me. She seemed so relieved when I said they were just right and would have had me out the shop the next minute. I kept the snotty bitch busy for ages until I settled for another pair of mules. I am afraid I did not manage any discount, paid full price."

I said, "We had better get you to work then, you have invested a lot of money in your business, it must be time to start earning some."

"I will not bother this evening but I must buy a wig, someone we know is going to see me if we keep this up, I don't want to be recognised. What have you got in mind to do now?"

I said, "Let's drive down to the quay, the rough side of the river. I saw a tatty looking greasy spoon café near that pub. You could go in, have a coffee, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and just soak up the atmosphere. When you have finished you could go down the road a bit and stand on the corner and I will come and pick you up - eventually."

"Hey that sounds good, getting into character just like an actress. I hope you do not think I should get the coffee in return for any favours, I would not like my first experience to leave me smelling of old cooking fat."

"That comment proves you need to get in character, it does not matter what they look or smell like, if they have a cock and the money they are potential punters."

I drove us down and parked up 200 yards away from the café, but in a position that I could just about see what was happening inside. "Here goes than, I am feeling nervous with my butterflies leaping around in my stomach, please don't leave me standing outside for too long." She then paused and was obviously thinking, "I will keep my bag on my right shoulder, in the unlikely event that you see it on my left shoulder that will mean that I want to be left to carry on." 

"That was an interesting thought, remember just do what you want and feel comfortable with, it is you that I want to get pleasure. Good luck." She gave me a kiss and climbed out of the car. As she walked along the tatty street, her bum was swaying and she was going quite slowly both caused by the ridiculously high heels she was wearing. Her bare legs did indeed go on forever; her skirt was little more than a belt. She had lit a cigarette, which she held in her left hand and her bag was over her right shoulder, would it remain there?

She got to the café without meeting anyone and went inside, I could see a couple of tables were occupied and I watched as she went to the counter and got her coffee. A young girl moved tables to sit with her and they were talking for a while. From her appearance, it looked, as she was already in the profession that Courtney was aspiring to join. The girl soon got up and left and I watched as the owner found it necessary to wipe off the table Courtney was using.

They seemed to be chatting and I could see that she was flashing a lot of leg as she lent back and lit another cigarette. She stayed drinking her coffee until she had finished her cigarette but then got up and as she left I saw her give a little wave to the guy who was now back behind his counter. She came out and with a brief glance in my direction walked the few yards to the corner leading into an alley. Leaning with one leg up against the wall she then took out another cigarette and lit up; she was adopting some filthy habits. 

Almost immediately, a small white delivery pulled over to her and stopped, she lent over talking to the driver through the passenger window. I cursed that I had not brought my camera; she was in the classic pose of a prostitute talking to her punter. My cock was firming up as I thought Christ will she actually do it. It was one hell of an anti-climax when she started pointing down the road obviously giving him directions. When he pulled away, she gestured for me to pick her up.

When I pulled in beside her, she immediately jumped into car and said. "I need a fuck."

I interrupted her as soon as she said that, "Good, that is why you are here; you are not going to get one hiding in my car."

She punched me hard on my thigh and said. "You pig, I am sodden down there you know exactly what I mean, please drive over to that car park behind the pub, the one belonging to the empty factory." I told her that I would drive over there but only for a chat, she could tell me her experiences so far. "This game is very frustrating, no one wants to fuck me, I had just about enough courage to move my bag to the other shoulder when that van stopped - the bastard."

It only took a minute to drive into the deserted car park and position my car in the shadow of the factory although with a view of the pub. As soon as I switched off the engine she pulled my hand between her legs but I pulled it away and said, "No you don't, we can drive home and do something about your itch if that is what you want but not here. How about you tell me about your experiences so far this evening, they seem to have got you in a nice mood."

"OK than two can play at that game if you want to talk fine, I might not be feeling like it when we get home. When I walked away from your car towards the café my feelings were more excitement than anxiety, the guy in the café appeared friendly enough when he got my coffee and I went and sat down. There were only four other customers in the place, two young lads who were playing the amusement machine. An old guy was sitting with a cup in front of him but appeared to be asleep and the girl I expect you saw that came to sit with me."

"I was half expecting her to tell me to get off her territory because she looked as though she was a working girl, although I would have put her around sixteen years old. I do not know if she did turn tricks, she actually approached me offering to sell drugs, she said she could get anything I needed. She did not seem offended when I said no and went back to talk to the lads. Tom came over and had a chat then, seems a nice sort. Your Courtney must have soaked up the atmosphere like you told me, he said it was nice to see such an attractive new girl around but added it was a bit early for much trade."

"I was feeling good when I went outside and gave you a pose, that – No wait." She had grabbed my arm and was staring at the pub, "Oh my god, that's him, that is my trucker going into the pub, I am sure it is." She was now just staring across at the pub and after a moment said, "Darling are you very sure you really want me to go over to the pub now?" She was blushing slightly and taking short shallow breaths.

I just gave her thigh a squeeze, perhaps a little high up to help her thoughts, and said. "Do what pleases you, if you want to go over to the pub for a drink, or perhaps something else that would be fine by me." She did sit for a moment looking into my eyes, and then she took her bag and putting it on her left shoulder got out the car.

She paused and lent back in, "Last chance darling, take me home now or wish me luck."

I took her hand, kissed it, and said, "Have a nice time, I will sit here and wait for you, I love you."

With that she set off across the dark car park, her heels clicking away interrupted by the occasional stumble of the rough surface. My cock was definitely approving of the task she had set out on, and yes, I am sure my mind was in full agreement as well. I did hope her mind could handle it, I was sure her body could. I did not know what was happening for ages, (although we later agreed it could only been about five minutes) and was getting very restless and wondering whether I should go in.

I watched as my Courtney came out of the pub door arm in arm with the trucker, she was laughing loud enough for me to hear as I watched her caress his crotch. I did not need to check that her bag was on her left shoulder, but it was. They walked around to the back corner of the pub, Courtney placed her bag on the concrete fire escape steps, and opening it presumable took out one of the condoms. She then took him in a very close lip-locking embrace, her heels made them about the same height but he was much larger than she was.

She broke the kiss and I watched as she crouched down and was undoing his fly, I was too far away to see all the details but she had his tool in her mouth. A light was reflecting off her earring as it was swinging with her motion working his cock and his hands were holding the back of her head. I was just thinking that if they kept up that action he would have nothing left for her pussy when she withdrew it and I could see she was working a condom onto his cock. It only then occurred that she had not used one when he was in her mouth.

Courtney then turned her back on him and as she held onto the handrails on either side of the fire escape, he entered her. I know he entered her because although I was a long way away I actually heard her yelp. Her trucker was pounding away with great vigour moving her backwards and forwards a good foot with each stroke.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up straight, she released her grip on the handrails, and her hands went to his thighs. A few hard strokes in that position had the trucker filling his condom. Courtney's scream not only carried to me it must have been heard across the river. She turned and leant against him for a minute or two and then reached down and removed his condom, she appeared to tie a knot in it and drop it in her bag. 

With that she pulled her skirt down, well as much as it was possible, gave him a kiss, and started walking back towards me as he walked back into the pub. It was only then that I noticed the wetness between my legs; my cock had been so hard that it could not hold back and I had not even noticed. She slipped in beside me and I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said. "I love you."

"I love you too; drive me home now please, but don't worry that was a marvellous experience." We held each other's hand in a hard grip as we drove home in silence.

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Fancy Dress Whore Ch 3 of 3



When we got inside we had a cuddle and she asked who was going to relate their experiences first. I held her hand against my damp trousers and said, "I think that sums up my reaction, that happened when he was pounding into you although I did not even notice, I was enjoying watching you too much."

She gave a little laugh and held my hand against her moist leg, "You can feel my bodies reaction just the same, although I did notice when it happened to me. Neither damp patch proves what we are thinking, I would like us to share our feelings, but I feel that whoever goes second will agree with the one that goes first." 

"I understand what you mean, but we could actually be having the same mental reaction to the evening, I hope we are. So far you have said 'it was a marvellous experience' and I have said 'I enjoyed watching you too much' this seems like agreement. The other thing we agree on is our love for each other, which is not in doubt."

Courtney stood back from me and said, "We could be fencing around trying to please each other all night; I will suggest a simple test which may resolve the problem. We will each write on a piece of paper a 'yes' or a 'no' answer to the question 'do we want to continue playing out our fantasy for real'. If our answers are the same great, if they are different we will have to talk." 

"You clever girl, that is an excellent idea – there are some post-it notes beside the phone, stand back to back and write just the one word answer." We each found a pen and got into position. I wrote a yes, that is honestly what I wanted but had no problem backing out immediately if her answer was a no. She very quickly asked if I was ready.

We turned around and both held up a 'yes', we gave a simultaneous reaction saying, "Thank you darling. I love you." After a long kiss, I said I needed to get out of my jeans, and suggested a shower. She said, "Yes you look as though you need one but are you sure you want me to before we have some fun."

She then smiled and said, "No I have a better idea, go into the kitchen and get yourself a beer out of the fridge, just lean on the table with it and I will be in soon." I had a good idea what she had in mind and went to get into position.

Courtney soon walked into the kitchen; she had picked up her bag and had a lit cigarette in her hand. She walked right up to me, pushed her hip against mine, and said, "Hello I thought it was the man with the magic fingers I saw walking in, do you fancy finishing what you started last week?"

"Hey, it's hot puss glad to see you again, what have you got to offer?"

Putting her hand on my crotch she said, "Not everything is on the menu tonight, I have an appointment again but a quick half and half round the back of the pub for £50 might be arranged. I don't know about you but your friend here feels like he wants to come out to play." With that, she pushed her tits against my chest and started licking my ear.

"That sounds like a bargain to me, lets go outside you pretty lady."

She lifted an upturned palm in front of my face and smiled, fortunately, I had £50 in my wallet, and I counted it out. She tucked it into the top pocket of her jacket and taking my arm in hers walked out the back door into our garden. I did think this was going a bit far but no real problem we were not overlooked. I was then pinned up against the wall and given a very passionate kissing session, which she broke off saying. "You are damn good with your fingers can your cock do even better?"

She then slid down, unzipped my jeans and took my soggy cock deep into her mouth. She really took it in deep and played her tongue around first the tip but eventually she was even managing to lick my ball sack with the tip of her tongue. If this is the treatment the trucker received, he already had a bargain. I remembered he had pushed her head and did the same, gently, but she soon realised that I was near and pulled away.

Her beautiful eyes looked up at me, "That's a lovely one, I am going to enjoy that pushing into me, sorry about the rubber but it is necessary." She only mimed slipping the condom on me and then turned around and put her hands against the wall, leaning slightly forward her skirt was so short her bum was on display. I slipped my rigid cock into her pussy, I did not need to be slow it was once again soaking wet. As it got fully in she gave a loud grunt and then repeated over and over again the word 'yes' getting slightly louder with each stroke.

Just as her trucker had done, I pulled her up and held her for my last few strokes, as I pumped into her she let out a loud 'yes' which got one of the neighbourhood dogs barking. After a few panting breaths she swung around and gave me a long kiss. "That was good; I hope you will bump into me again."

She continued, "Oh darling, thank you that was so good, we needed to have our chat earlier but just think what that would have felt like if we had done it just after him?" she took my hand and we went back indoors. "He didn't say much all the time but as we parted he did mention that he hoped to sample some more dishes from my menu sometime. I must buy a small tube of lube to keep in my bag"

I gave her a loving cuddle and light kiss. "I love you so much, I think we should go and have a shower and then cuddle up and go to sleep."   

We woke up in the morning still in the same embrace we were in the night before. I had no need to ask if she was having any doubts, she said, "Good morning my love, thank you for a lovely evening. It feels good waking up and remembering the two cocks that gave me so much pleasure."

"What does my very own hooker what to spend her earnings on?" caressing a boob I said, "These are very nice already."

She took one of her boobs in each hand and said, "Oh I think they would look nice with a bit of extra filling, perhaps one day. However, I am not in the profession for the money, strictly part time and in fact I will try to find a charity to give all my earnings too, we do not need the money. Perhaps a charity that campaigns to legalise prostitution or if not one that looks after working girls."

"That would go down well in court, 'But your honour I only do it for charity', think how much coverage the media would give that story. You would be able to get several boob jobs with the cheque from the tabloid paper you sold your exclusive story and pictures too."

She jumped out of bed, "Before your fantasy gets completely out of hand remember I am only part time, I am not going to be playing every weekend, although I think we had better plan something for tonight. My initiation was a little brief." With that, she wiggled her bum at me and disappeared into the bathroom.

We completed our normal weekend chores with us both in a very happy and attentive mood and Courtney said she needed to do some more shopping. It took us nearly two hours to find what she wanted, a black leather top that she intended to wear for the evening and a red corset. The corset she said she was not sure when it would be used but we agreed it looked nice. To keep her warm and slightly more presentable she also bought a black leather coat, which fell to a few inches above her knee. The other sensible purchase was an expensive black wig, long and curly which did look authentic when she tried it on.

Courtney was looking forward to the evening; she said no nerves at all, and was very lively as she prepared herself. She even used an enema and worked a little lube into her ass although stating it was just in case. When I offered to work it in properly for her, she said. "No chance, you can wait, it is you that likes to keep me frustrated before I go out so you can be as well." 

She dressed in the black strappy platforms, leather micro skirt, and her new leather top. The top worked very well, black leather leaving a lot of midriff on display and a laced front shaping and displaying a great deal of her titflesh. She also put on the new wig and although she did not look the same, it was still my Courtney. Checking her small shoulder bag she added a small tube of lube, a pack of wet-wipes and a roll of small plastic bags. The bags were for her to dispose of any used condoms, very professional.

There were still eleven condoms left, which she said, would probably be enough, but jokingly? added that I could find her some more if necessary. The new kit also included a pay-as-you-go cell phone which we had picked up while grocery shopping. According to Courtney, this was in case she needed to keep in contact with any of her punters. She was ready and eager by seven thirty and we left in my car, with no real plan of how the evening would develop, we were going to play it by ear.

We decided that she would start with the café, I parked up in the same position as previously, and sharing a good luck kiss my prostitute wife was walking away from the car. From behind, I still had a good view of her figure but the leather jacket did make her look a little more respectable. Although it was dark, I actually had a better view into the café because of the lighting and watched as she went up to the counter.

There were no other customers and I watched as they chatted away, both laughing and as Courtney gave him a twirl and lifted her leg up onto one of the chairs. What happened next was a surprise, Tom, I remembered she had said that was his name, walked over to the door and turned the sign from 'open' to 'closed' and locked the door at the top and bottom. Tom went through a door at the back and as Courtney followed, turned and without him seeing, gave me a wave.

She had not been out of the car for five minutes and a punter already - she was some girl. A light came on upstairs and Tom closed the curtains. Presumably, soon after she received a third cock inside her since our marriage, she confessed to some experience prior to that date. It was not a very long session and he soon unlocked the door again, he had not missed any customers. Courtney sat down at one of his tables and had an after sex cigarette with a coffee.

I noticed that two different cars appeared to be cruising around the area; both had passed me slowly on two occasions. I text messaged the fact onto her new phone and after reading it she stubbed out her cigarette and leaving the café took up her pose just down the street on the corner. The new coat may have given an air of respectability earlier but stood leaning against the wall with it left open and her foot up on the wall there was no doubt, what she was advertising.

I was right about at least one of the cars, which came back and pulled over to talk to her. Another street hooker classic scene, hopefully with better results than the van previously, she had a brief chat but he also pulled away. I was just wondering what had happened when I saw that the driver had just moved to park the car a little way up the street. He walked back and Courtney took his arm and walked down the side alley – alley and not car, strange.

I realised what was happening when the light in the bedroom above the café came on, she had obviously made a friend, or at least business associate, of Tom. If she had the use of a nice comfortable bed rather than a car or back alley, I suspected I was in for a long night. Her punter had a full half an hour session. When they appeared from the alley, she gave him a nice long kiss and while he got back into his car, she took up her position and lit a cigarette.

She had only just put her cigarette packet back into her bag when one of three customers I had seen go into the café a few minutes earlier came out and started talking to her. After a brief conversation she was taking his arm and off down the alley. A minute later, the light was on upstairs again. I had seen no other girls all evening; this area was definitely a good business proposition with demand usually exceeding supply.

Around twenty minutes later, I almost missed seeing her guy appear at the back of the café and another go through the door to replace him upstairs, she was certainly getting plenty of cock tonight. I now kept an eye on that door as well, and yes, the third customer was partaking of a session with my beautiful wife. We had only been out for 90 minutes and she had been on her back most of that time servicing a total of five, I wondered how long she would keep up the pace.

When the last of the three came down they all left the café and Tom put up the closed sign again. Courtney appeared and after a brief chat with Tom, I saw her head disappear behind the counter where he was standing. I could not see the expression on his face but I suspect it was ecstasy; she was giving him a blowjob. She soon popped up again and with a parting hug, he let her out. She stood at the door, made a show of transferring her bag to her right shoulder, and walked off towards the pub.

I drove up beside her and she jumped in, "Oh darling, I have been fucked well tonight, I think you should take me home now, I must have been having much more fun than you were just sitting in the car."

"Providing you have had pleasure I am quite happy, are you sure you don't want to see if your trucker is in the pub, he may like another menu choice?"

She gave my leg a squeeze and said, "I need you to take advantage of the physical state my body is in, leave any talk until after."

On the drive home, she rested her hand on my crotch and the other on her own, probably just as well but she did not move either. Getting home it was into the bedroom immediately and she suggested we both strip, pandering to my prime fetish she kept her shoes on. There was no damage to her lovely body; the only signs of her use by five men were a moist and reddened pussy, erect nipples, and a glint in her eye. 

She said, "I would like my husband to give me a rough and hard fuck please, surprisingly my action so far tonight has been rather gentle." I tried to accede to her request, no foreplay was required, five others had taken care of that. Putting a leg on each of my shoulders, I went for it, as I pushed in it forced her legs back bending her double with her knees almost touching her breasts. My rapid strokes soon had her gripping my arms very hard, my full weight must have been pushing down on her.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her brow furrowed as she grunted each time I pushed fully home. As I pounded away her face reddened and sweat was leaking from every pore of her body, slowly her grunts changed to cries of 'yes' and her eyes opened wide. My final, even harder strokes were accompanied by her having a screaming climax, her hands painfully gripping my arms. I untangled myself, lay beside her, gave her a kiss on the lips, and asked, "That was superb, how was it for you?"

"That caught my mood just right my darling husband, let's cuddle up while I get my breath back. We can go downstairs, have a cigarette, and chat in a minute but you have not finished yet, no one has used my ass tonight." 

We went downstairs, in our dressing gowns, and decided on coffee rather than alcohol. Cuddling up on the sofa Courtney said. "Before I fill you in on my thoughts and experiences, are you still enjoying our fantasy?"

"Absolutely, it far exceeds expectations, providing you are still comfortable with it, and enjoying it, long may it continue. I was sitting in the car and I suppose I should have been bored, but on the contrary, it was exciting knowing you were getting pleasure."

She then moved so her naked ass was sitting on my lap and said, "It is down right stupid that we are getting enjoyment by me selling sex, letting other men use your loving wife's body. However, as we discussed it is just sex, it has nothing what so ever to do with love, other than the love we have for each other."

I kissed her neck and added, "Yes it probably is stupid but we were happily married and there was nothing wrong with the sex. Instead of continuing in the same routine we have found something that has given us both pleasure and brought us both even closer together. The minute either us of have any doubts we just say so and it all stops without any recriminations."

She smiled, "You summed that up rather well, we have got closer together, and I think this approach to me getting extra sex is the correct one. The other 'loving wife's' scenarios do seem open to emotional involvement, for example if I was screwing my trucker every week he, or even me, might become too attached. Tom is another example, although not a problem, I have been talking to him too much and I am even obligated to him for his help. That is two out of my six gentlemen that even in this fantasy could become a problem, although don't worry they are no where near it."

"I am glad you are thinking like that although your two examples are no where near being a problem. Perhaps you could explain why Tom appeared to be pimping you though?"

"I think I will now tell you the complete story of my evening from the beginning. I left the car intending to have a coffee. I was not feeling nervous at all and intended to find a cock or two to satisfy my randy feeling body. When I walked in to the café Tom was very pleased to see me and immediately asked if I was working. I just told him maybe and he asked how much for a quickie upstairs, without hesitation I said '£50 for a straight fuck, we can talk about anything else you have in mind'." 

"Within five minutes of leaving you, Tom had locked up the shop, taken me upstairs, given me the money and was sinking his cock into me. I will not say it was a fantastic fuck but it was different, he is a very fat man, I did not cum but he certainly did. Apparently, his wife is in hospital and because he liked me, he said I could use his room until he shut the café at nine o'clock. I thanked him and thought I better get out on the street while I had a nice comfy bed to play on."

"I took up a pose just outside, no doubts in my mind at all; I wanted another cock to play with. It was very exciting when that car pulled up almost immediately, we had a quick chat, and I was off to my bed. He was just an average guy, about our age and very polite, but when I had him hard with my mouth he went at it like a buck rabbit. He had me going very quickly and kept me there for some time, he was not rough just powerful, it fact it was me that hurt him. He had rather nasty scratch marks on his back when we had finished." 

With that last comment, I reached under her gown and felt that her nipple was very hard, "That is just great darling, the whole idea of the fantasy is for you to get pleasure."

She took my hand and pressed it harder into her tit, "You can touch but let me finish before we go back upstairs. Although I was not rude I got rid of that guy as quick as I could, your little slut wanted more cock as soon as possible. I could not believe my luck when that big chap came out of the café as soon as I was back in position. Apparently, Tom had telephoned around telling a few of his regulars that a fantastic new girl was working."

"Men, and cocks, all have their good points. My 'buck rabbit' had me on a high and this big chap was a lot slower but he was larger and went deep, giving me another nice little climax. As you know I had them queuing up for my favours and the next guy was upstairs in no time. He was older and despite my best efforts assisting him he did not manage to give me an orgasm but he was happy enough with his own. The last one was also a bit of a dud from my point of view, I had to use my mouth for some time to get him ready and then he came rather quickly.

"I went down to thank Tom for his pimping and asked if he wanted any commission, he told me not to be stupid and that it was his pleasure. As I expect you noticed I did give him a little more pleasure before I left. He said something that pleased me, and I suspect it will please you, his wife will still be in hospital next weekend."




Fancy Dress Whore Ch 3 of 3



I parted her gown, replaced my hand with my mouth, and gave her nipple some attention, "My own little hooker intends going out to play again then." My other hand found a dripping pussy, which I suspect, was from her reminiscing rather than my attention.

"Yes please, if I am allowed, although we ought to go to the club sometime we do not want to forget all our friends, perhaps we could move the day to Thursday though. Do you realise that those five guys paid £250 to please me, and it only lasted about an hour and a half. Nobody argued about the price but I have no idea what the market rate is."

I pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy and said, "Perhaps next time you will have some competition, you can compare notes with them if they don't scratch your eyes out."

Courtney was squirming in reaction to my finger but continued talking, "If there are any professionals working I will tell them I am only in it for the fun and leave them to it. If you would like to remove your finger for a minute, I will try to continue. I presume I have just been lucky so far but all my customers were gentleman, they were polite and treated me nice. I was expecting rougher treatment, and I prepared my mind to expect it, that is why I asked you for a rough one when we got home."

Taking my hand she took me upstairs, "That fuck just now was very intense, definitely the best of the night, I think you can be rough with my ass now." 

When she lay across the bed, I told her, "As I could not watch you having your pleasure earlier I think I will just sit in the chair and watch while you use your fingers to get your ass opened up and lubed for me. I don't mind if your hand gets close to your clit as well." She gave a lovely laugh and agreed that it was a nice idea. She took some lube on her fingers and knelt with her ass in the air and slipped a finger in, with some very sensual bum wiggling it was soon three fingers. She was putting a lot of effort into pumping and twisting her fingers and each time she withdrew them her little hole did not fully close.

She said, "Come on in than darling, I am sure it's nice and slippery for you."

I still sat there and said, "Yes, you have done a lovely job, now turn over and go to work on your pussy and clit for me." She flipped over and using one hand played with her pussy lips and gently rubbed her clit. I told her, "That's it, keep going like that, even when you orgasm just keep going until I say you can stop." 

Although she had often played with her clit while we had been having sex I had never actually sat back and watched her masturbate. It was extremely erotic watching her getting faster and harder, her nipples getting hard and her face and upper body reddening. She started a thrashing orgasm and did manage to keep her finger working quite awhile as she squirmed around. 

When she finally lay back exhausted, I positioned my head between her legs and started some serious licking and nibbling around her pussy and clit. She screamed 'no' and tried to slide up the bed away from me but I kept up my treatment until she was absolutely shaking with an intense orgasm. I then flipped her over and plunged into her ass, her earlier lubrication worked well, she took my full length with one hell of a scream – of pleasure.

I kept up a hard and deep motion for as long as I could, she was muttering 'yes' continuously and both her hands were slapping against the bed. My final five or six strokes were as hard as I could go which got a very vocal response. I just collapsed beside her, I felt shattered, and Courtney lay for ages breathing in ragged deep breaths and giving the occasional shudder. I pulled the sheets over us and as I cuddled up to go to sleep she said, "It's a good job the other five guys did not treat me like that, I would be dead now, happy but dead."

Sunday, and the rest of the week we spent in the usual routine although it was very noticeable that we had become closer together. We made very little reference to the fantasy but were generally more affectionate, doing everything together. We worked too far apart for a lunchtime meeting, which was a pity, but we did go to our club and have a nice evening with our friends on the Thursday. The only outward sign of any change was Courtney's dress, for work and our evening out she now always wore high heels and a nice bra had a fair amount of cleavage on show.

Friday morning Courtney was extra lively, she was looking forward to another night on the game and said we were both to have a good lunch as she did not want to waste the evening preparing a meal. When we got home, I had to leave her to get ready. She took a lot of time in the bathroom presumably cleaning out everything and probably touching up her smoothness down below. When she did finally come downstairs she looked the part again, she had on her wig and had it in a style to show off a long dangly string earring in her left ear.

A tight white top displayed bare arms, ample cleavage, and her navel jewellery; she had on a new denim micro skirt, which had lacing down either side although it would not be necessary to remove the skirt for access. She had on her new beige mules, which were ridiculously high, and she commented, "I can hardly walk in these, but I don't intend to run away from anybody tonight."

I gave her a long cuddle and after telling her how whorish she looked asked, "What is my hooker looking for tonight?"

"Lots of lovely cock! I hope someone wants to pay for my ass tonight; you are the only one that has ever been there. Nothing nasty but a little rougher than my customers were last week would be different as well."

"I can only say to that last comment 'be careful what you wish for', there are some mean guys out there. I take it you are going to see our friend Tom, be nice to him that was an ideal arrangement."

"If I get there at about half past six hopefully he will have no customers and a quickie with him will leave me another two hours on my back in a nice bed, if I can find the customers. You do not need to sit in the car all night; you can nip over to the pub for a drink if you want." She put on her leather coat picked up her bag and we were off again. Parking up in my now usual place, she gave me a farewell kiss and walked off towards the café. The shoes showed off her legs to perfection, lovely bulging calf muscles, and her stance forced her bum and tits outwards. They were so high and only slip on, that they were obviously difficult to walk in but as she said, she did not intend to run away from anyone tonight.

Looking over to the café, I saw Tom behind his counter but, unfortunately, I could also see a customer leaning on his counter talking to him. As Courtney entered, I saw them both look at her and shortly after, she turned and changed the notice to 'closed' and locked the door. This was all too easy for her; did she already have one or two customers? I saw her walk up to Tom and give him an embrace and they were off upstairs, leaving the customer to sit down at one of the tables.

Tom was entertained for perhaps twenty minutes, when he came down the other man went up, two customers, and it was not even seven o'clock. The timing was very good as soon as Tom unlocked three young lads and an elderly woman went in, none looking like potential customers. He got a little longer with her but as he appeared behind the counter, she emerged from the alley and walked down to the corner. She adopted her pose against the wall and lit up a cigarette, I had not noticed any cars cruising around so she was probably in for a wait.

It was a dry evening but a little cold and when she had finished her cigarette, she walked up and down a bit but then returned and once again lit up. Finally, a car did drive slowly towards her and she went to the edge of the pavement and stood with her hand on her hip ensuring that her coat was open. She really did look the part, if a photograph of her like that appeared, as evidence in court, there could be no doubt that she was soliciting.

After a brief chat with Courtney leaning over into his open passenger window he parked up and they were off arm in arm down the alley. A case of supply equalling demand, it was very surprising we had not seen any other working girls. I thought I would take her up on her offer, go and have a drink and ask how many worked the area. Walking over to the pub, I went in, bought a pint of lager, and sat down at the bar. I changed my tactics when I saw that Courtney's trucker friend was at the other end of the bar, drinking on his own.

I went over to him and said, "Excuse me for asking, but didn't I see you in here with a young lady last week, I thought she looked smashing and wondered if she was any good." He gave me a very funny look but then said that she was bloody fantastic. I said, "I have never used one before but she looked so good that I was considering it after seeing her working over by the café." He looked out the window and asked if she was there now, "She was but I just saw her go off with a punter."

He said, "Damn, I fancy another go with her, I very rarely use one myself, in fact I haven't for years but she looked so fuckable when I first saw her I could not resist it. I would recommend her to you but I would like to go first." I told him no problem I had not made up my mind. We had another beer, which he bought, presumably my reward for telling him she was across the road. He was continuously glancing across to the café and when she appeared he virtually ran out of the bar, leaving half his beer.

She spotted him and when he got to her, she gave him a kiss and he lifted her off her feet as he returned it. They walked off arm in arm up to her room; I expect she was going to enjoy her next session. I finished my beer and strolled back to the car, as I left the pub a tall fit looking chap in his late thirties also left and walked towards the café. He did not go in but sat down on a low wall nearby and lit up a cigarette, I may have got the wrong idea but perhaps I should print off a sign saying 'queue here for a quick fuck'.

Just before nine Courtney and the trucker came out of the alley arm in arm and laughing, the tall guy got up and went over to them. She gave her trucker a farewell kiss and cuddle and then chatted to the other guy. Leaving him standing there, she went into the café; Tom had a few kids in playing on the amusement machine. Presumable Tom said it was all right for her to carry on and she took her latest customer off to the bedroom. Despite her earlier start, she had only managed the same cock count as the previous week at this time.

Her latest customer had a long stay with her but I finally saw him appear from the alley and head off to the pub. Tom had already locked up and quickly disappeared upstairs, I had another long wait until they eventually appeared. Just before opening the door, Tom received a very long embrace with a great deal of mouth action. Courtney walked off towards her corner but made a show of moving her bag to the other shoulder. I picked her up and as she gave me a cuddle said, "I have had some very effective foreplay, home please so you can take advantage of the mood."

Resting her hand on my leg she continued, "We won't waste time when you get me home; you can have a quick run down of my experiences now. First Tom, he is sweet but reasonably effective and got me started, his friend was better giving my pussy a good hard bashing. I then had a bit of a wait but eventually that guy from the car, did you notice my professional pose. He was just right for my mood; he was hard and fast in my pussy and manhandled my tits all the time he was doing it."

Her other hand was by now lifting her skirt and she was gently stroking her sex, "Then my trucker was waiting, he is good which ever hole he uses, his lovely hard cock in my ass while he fingered my clit, it was heaven." Her hand was now moving rapidly, "I even woke him up with my mouth and gave him another go, and he was pounding away with me in doggie position for a wonderfully long time. When he, and I, were worn out we went outside and there was another one waiting."

"That chap fitted both my requirements for the evening, he had my ass and did just use me – he was very much in charge." Her story had to pause at this stage - she had brought herself off. "As you can see darling I have had a lovely evening. We are nearly home so I will quickly tell you what he did. He had me remove my top and virtually threw me onto my stomach and was straight into my ass, only taking about two strokes to ram fully home. He was humping away resting his whole weight on his arms pushing down on my shoulders, and then he pulled me up into a doggie position. He kept up his pounding; he had one arm around my stomach to hold me steady and used his other had to slap my ass, not nasty but firm strokes." 

"I was screaming with pleasure as he managed several really hard strokes deep into my ass to dump his load. As soon as he was finished, he was ever so nice and I rewarded him with a long kissing session before he left. I then collected Tom for what was probably his last fuck, his wife comes home in the week, and he managed a second load using my pussy - Just in time we are home."

I was not surprised when I was dragged upstairs immediately, we quickly stripped off, and I was told, "Every bit of me is warmed up for you, use, and I do mean USE, whatever you want." My cock was standing up as hard as I had ever felt it; it was a tough choice, which hole to go for. The best option seemed to be to go for both, I went hard into her ass with her in the doggie position and as soon as she climaxed, which was quickly, I turned her onto her back.

Her pussy was absolutely soaking; I gave her a very lively fucking, giving her breasts some rather hard pummelling as I went in and out. This had my dear wife yelling with pleasure in no time and I did not last all that long. I pumped the first load of sperm she had actually made contact with all evening deep inside her. We were both panting from shortage of breath as we snuggled up under the covers.

She licked my ear and said, "Thank you so much for letting me act out our fantasy, life with you is fantastic, and I love you."

Again my very sincere thanks to John ( Namizujs ) for all his hard work making the story a better read for you all.

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