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Jessica's Intervention

By: mwbg777



Chapter One

Tom's heart started beating faster when he heard Jessica's footsteps coming up the front walk. The click of her boots was unmistakable. Jessica had recently started wearing knee-high black leather boots and when Tom first saw them on her he had been surprised and amused seeing them on his normally straight-laced and conservative wife. Knowing what he knew now, it all made sense. All part of her new lifestyle he thought contemptuously. 

"Is that her?" asked Colleen. Tom nodded his head. "One final time, you're sure you want this?" she asked. Tom closed his eyes and nodded. "OK, everyone. If you're not committed to helping Tom the way he wants to be helped, you should leave now. Things will probably get pretty ugly." Everyone looked around the room at each other as the sound of the front doorknob was being turned. No one got up to leave.

Jessica entered the living room accompanied by a gush of autumn afternoon air. Her hair, freshly cut, wrapped around her face, momentarily hiding her eyes. Once the door was closed, she put down her shopping bags, brushed back her dark black hair, and looked around wide-eyed at the room. Her expression was one of happy curiosity. "Hey everyone...what's going on? When no one answered her after a moment – Tom noticed that no one even was making eye contact with her – she asked, "How come I wasn't invited to the party?"

Tom made a pained little laugh. Of course it must have looked like a party to her. Her living room was filled with people she knew and everyone was either drinking beer or had a wine glass in their hands. Tom had made sure that everyone was comfortable in that department. He hadn't needed to give much encouragement as everyone in the room seemed a little nervous. "It's not a party Jess," said Tom, "it's more of a gathering".

"OK, so why wasn't I invited to the gathering," responded Jessica, putting the word gathering in quotes. She didn't wait for an answer as she began taking off her light fall blazer, hanging it over the bench near the front door and said, "I could use some of that wine, let me go get a glass." The removal of her blazer had elicited a murmur in the room.

Tom got up and moved to intercept her before she went into the kitchen. "Jess, why don't you have a seat? I'll get you a wine glass and some chardonnay." Tom looked down at the floor clearly agitated, and hurriedly moved into the kitchen.

As Jess sat down in the easy chair that Tom was just occupying she took a chance to look around the room. Everyone was looking down at the floor or into their drinking glasses.

"What's going on here everyone?" Jess asked. There were seven people in her living room: Nick and Sarah Stevens, neighbors of theirs from two houses down in their development, Colleen and Ken Grandowski, Ken being a long-time friend of Tom's, Annette Twilly, Annette's boyfriend Andrew (Jess couldn't remember Andrew's last name), and another man she didn't recognize. Considering that this stranger was standing close to Annette and Andrew, Jess assumed he was a friend of theirs. 

Colleen, a woman in her mid-thirties with short brown hair, began slowly and cautiously, seemingly carefully picking her words. "Hello Jess, it's been a while since I've seen you."

"Yes, it has been," said Jess. "Is everything OK? Everyone seems so wrapped tight."

"Everything's fine with us Jess," answered Colleen, slowly speaking her words. 

"Then what's with the mood of this party? Has Tom been boring you with his stories?" Jess looked at Nick and Sarah who were seated on the love seat across the room. Tom and Jess had known Nick and Sarah for about five years now. They were a younger couple in their late twenties, with a couple of pre-teen girls at home. Sarah was a soft-spoken, thin blonde with sharp facial features. Jess had always found her to be wrapped pretty tight but otherwise a good friend. Sarah kept her eyes downcast but her husband, Nick, looked up at her.

"Unfortunately, no," he said, "the stories haven't been boring at all." He fixed Jess with a direct look. Tom was an athletic man, nearly six feet tall with short-cropped, sandy-colored hair. Jess found Nick to be very handsome and frequently included him in her sexual fantasies. Like most people, he was handsomest when he smiled, but he wasn't smiling now.

"Oh God, he isn't scaring you by relaying the latest gloomy news, is he?" Jessica smiled, trying to elicit one from Nick, but with no luck. It occurred to Jess in that moment that Tom had seemed more gloomy than usual the past couple of days. It made her suspicious of what was going on inside his head and what this gathering was all about. Getting nothing more from Nick, Jessica turned to Annette who was sitting on the far end of the coach. Her boyfriend Andrew (who didn't like to be called Andy), was sitting closely next to her. The man Jessica didn't know was half-sitting, half-leaning against the couch arm on the other side of Annette. 

"Annette, Andrew...Hi," said Jessica, "is this a friend of yours?"

"This is Steve. Steve, this is Tom's wife Jessica," replied Annette. 

"Nice to meet you Jessica," said Steve. Seeming to have nothing else to say, Steve busied himself with having another swig from his beer. 

"So Annette, how have you been? I haven't seen you in ages. Tom keeps me up to date though. He told me that you and Andrew are thinking of moving in together. Is that true? Are you going to take the next step?" Jessica was trying to be as pleasant as possible but she was growing increasingly uneasy as she felt the vibe of the room close in on her.

Annette was a short woman, with short curly blond hair. A former girlfriend of Tom's, she was pushing forty but had kept herself fit. She had also managed to keep herself single despite a long series of relationships that never seemed to last more than a year or two. Jessica had always mildly suspected that Annette still carried a torch for Tom and was waiting out Tom's marriage to Jessica, expecting that it wouldn't last forever. Jessica found Annette to be cynical, sharp-tongue, and smart. She always seemed to be paying attention, never drifting off into a daydream as most other people sometimes did. Jessica never had any suspicion that Annette had ever tried to undermine her marriage, but she felt she should be careful around Annette just the same. She often reminded herself that her suspicions were all in her mind, and made her best efforts to be friendly whenever Annette came around. It had been at least two years since her last visit.

"Ahh, I don't know," said Annette in response to Jessica's questions. "Andrew's got to prove he can handle me." 

"Yeah, OK," said Andrew, rolling his eyes. Andrew was a burly weight-lifter with thick muscled arms. Jessica and Tom both suspected that he was a steroid-user. He had short dark hair, and dark Italian skin. Although Jessica couldn't remember his last name, she knew it wasn't a typical Italian name ending in a vowel. He either was Italian on his mother's side or he had been adopted, guessed Tom and Jessica after first meeting him.

Quickly changing the subject, Annette asked, "So where you've been Jess, we've been waiting for you for a while now?"

"Really?" replied Jessica, raising her eyebrows. "I had no idea you were waiting for me. I was just out doing some shopping." She paused but it looked like Annette wanted something more from her. Jessica cast her eyes around the room again. "You know, this is kind of a strange gathering of people. Not strange people, mind you, just an odd combination, I guess I mean."

Annette ignored Jessica's comment and said, "Is it just me, or have you gotten yourself a new wardrobe? I don't remember ever seeing you in boots, a skirt like that, and certainly not a top like that one. Not to be offensive or anything but I remember you dressing fairly fuddy-duddy."

"I take no offense Annette," answered Jess. "You're right, I did dress fuddy-duddy. But I got sick of fuddy-duddy. You like?" Jessica stood up, turned to the right, put her hands on her hips and bent one knee, a classic model pose. She had on her black leather knee-high boots, over her legs were subtlety lacy stockings that ascended under a mid-thigh length deep-red skirt. On top she wore a thin-strapped halter that hugged snuggly to her breasts. The top, made of some synthetic material, not only enhanced her cleavage but the small triangles of cloth at the top of the garment did not completely cover her breasts. The sides of her breasts peeked out from under the halter, which, Jessica noticed, was eliciting casual but regular peeks from Annette's friend Steve. 

"Lightly dressed for such a cold fall day," assessed Annette. 

"Was it?" replied Jessica, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling. "I thought it was a beautiful day today." It was late October and the afternoon was quickly darkening. Another gust of wind rattled the leaves on the maple tree in their front yard. 

Just then, Tom returned from the kitchen with Jessica's glass of wine. He handed it to her and stood next to the easy chair not sure what to do next. 

"Why don't I take over now," said Colleen standing up. "Jessica would mind sitting on the open end of the couch?" Jessica wrinkled her brow.

She got up and slowly drew out the syllables. "Ooooo-Kaaaay..."

As Jessica sat down to the left of Andrew, Tom sat back down in his easy chair. He took a sip of his beer as Colleen began. "Jessica, we're gathering here this evening as concerned friends of both you and Tom. We care about you Jessica and..."

Jessica interrupted, "Oh my God! Is this a fucking intervention? Are you kidding?" She looked around the room with amusement on her face. She looked at her husband. "Is this about my one glass of wine a few times a week? I was told that it's supposed to be good for you! What the fuck?" She raised her shoulders to indicate bewilderment. Since she was looking at him, Tom took the opportunity to respond.

"No, it's not like that Jess," he explained. "We know you don't have a problem with drugs or alcohol."

Continuing to have an incredulous look on her face, Jessica said excitedly, "Is it shopping then? Am I shopaholic? Is this about my new clothes?" She shook her head and took a long sip of her wine. k

"No, it's not that either," answered Tom.

"Then what?" she asked after swallowing her wine.

"Tom has told us what's been going on," said Colleen, attempting to get back into the conversation. 

"And what's that?" Jessica asked, tilting her head, her bewilderment at the idea of being intervened upon starting to turn into annoyance.

"You've been cheating on me," said Tom, answering for Colleen.

"Tom, you said you'd let me facilitate this," Colleen said.

"I just don't think we should beat around the bush," said Tom. "My wife's been fucking other guys behind my back." Tom looked at Jess, who had painted her face flabbergasted.

"What?!" exclaimed Jessica. She was about to say more but Tom quickly interjected.

"Drop the act Jess. I know all about it. Everyone here knows what I know too. I've been on your computer. I saw all of your browsing around on craigslist and other sites." Jessica squinted at him and shook her head. "I've seen the emails too," he continued. "Don't forget, you're always messing up your computer and asking me to fix it. Do you think I wouldn't see the emails?"

"I'm sorry, yeah," she said. "I didn't think my husband would disrespect me and go around snooping on my computer. I guess I was wrong huh?" She drew in a deep breath and tried to beat back the feeling of being flustered. She could feel heat rising up her neck. Remain cool, she commanded in her head. Damage control. Let's find out first exactly what he knows before I say anything else.  Despite her mental commands she could feel embarrassment beating at the doors of her psyche. 'Everyone here knows what I know too', he had said. Her stomach tightened and she took another large sip of her wine.

"Tom, please, let me," said Colleen. She moved closer to put herself between Jessica and Tom. The easy chair, the couch, and the love seat were arranged in a box shape in the living room. Colleen stood close to the corner that divided the couch and Tom's easy chair. Colleen's husband, Ken, a man nearly 10 years older than Colleen, remained standing in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. Tom nodded at Colleen.

"Without getting into too many details, Tom has told us about the arrangements and appointments you've been making recently."

"Yeah, and not doctor's appointments either," interjected Annette. Jessica tried to ignore Annette's comment but she found herself glancing her way any way. She turned back to Colleen with an expression of "go on" on her face.

Colleen looked down making what appeared to be an effort to be delicate. "Tom seems to have found plenty of evidence to support his conclusions."

OK, enough of this, thought Jess. She stood up and said, "Even if it were true, what business is this of any of yours?" She did her best to feel indignant.

"I made it their business Jess," said Tom. "I didn't think I could handle this on my own. I felt I needed help. I asked them to help me with this."

"Why couldn't we talk about this first, Tom? Why don't you have any respect for me? Do you know how this looks? Everyone here probably thinks I'm some kind of slut."

"You are a slut," said Annette. Colleen turned and shook her head at Annette.

"Fuck you very much," said Jessica looking at Annette with indignation. 

"No thanks," said Annette, ever the wise-ass. 

Jessica folded her arms defensively. "I think everyone should leave, so that my husband and I can talk about this. This is no business of yours. I'm sure everything is misconstrued and confused." She said this to no one in particular, heat in her voice. It was no use, she could feel herself blushing now. For someone of Italian descent, she had very pale skin which contrasted starkly against her rich black hair, and she blushed richly red too. She lifted her wine glass but realized that it was empty. She felt like throwing it across the room, but didn't. 

"No one's leaving Jess," said Tom calmly. "Please sit down and listen to what we have to say." Jessica obliged him.

"We're your friends Jessica. We want to give you the opportunity to tell your side of the story. We care about you and Tom. " said Colleen.

"Yes, you care about me, I heard that already. If you really cared about me, and respected me, you'd leave and let me and Tom work this out. I can explain everything to Tom, privately, like it should be. This is such a fucking invasion of privacy. You call yourselves my friends and you sit here and accuse me in my own living room. What kind of friends are you?" Jessica sat with her arms crossed over her chest, trying to control her breathing. Her heart was racing. 

"What's to explain Jessica?" asked Tom, clearly unable to let Colleen facilitate the conversation. Colleen gave up and walked to stand next to her husband. "Everything's in the emails. You've been meeting guys down the street at the hotels around the highway exit. You've even been inviting guys here to our house. You've probably been fucking them in our bed." Tom said all of this with controlled emotion. He had never been an outwardly emotional guy. His heart had been beating heavily ever since Jessica had arrived home but he showed no signs of it. He was angry and excited and there was something that he liked about the combination. What he hadn't told anyone was that he knew about the emails and Jessica's rendezvous' for weeks. He had been taking the time to plan this evening, carefully selecting the people who would be involved, orchestrating the proceedings, and setting people up with just the right information so that they would be his pawns. He had no intention of letting Colleen facilitate anything. She had volunteered to do it because as she said, 'she was equally close to both Jessica and Tom. She'd be the most unbiased.' Tom let her think all along that she'd be running the show. It was all just more "show". What the group also didn't know was that Tom's cock had been hard as a rock all the time he spent thinking about this evening, which was often. 

Annette had come in right on cue, thought Tom. He expected she was going to be the one with the most biting remarks, the most accusations, the most vicious labels. He wanted to encourage her part in this evening. He said, "How did it go last week at the Mobil Mart? I saw your offer to suck some guy's dick in the restrooms there. 'Four o'clock precisely', you had said. 'Please be on time, and I'll make it worth your while.' You had written. Did he show up on time Jessica? Did you make it worth his while? All of this ringing a bell?" Tom controlled the rise in his voice as he asked these questions. 

Even though she had her eyes down, Jess could feel everyone looking at her. She could feel control of the situation slipping away from her. She felt the urge to throw control away, see where this ride would take her. She let excitement push the feeling of shame away. "Fine," she said. "You want to have this out right here in front of everybody? Fine, let's do it your way. Yeah, the guy showed up on time. I showed him a good time. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Such a skank," said Annette. 

"Fuck off Annette," shot back Jessica. "What are you doing here anyway?" 

"I'm here to make sure you don't try to talk your way out of this. To cut through any bullshit you might try to sling."

"Oh really, are you the queen of bullshit cutting?"

"At least I'm not the queen of bathroom blowjobs," said Annette with her usual hard-hitting sarcasm.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've given more than your share," said Jessica giving it right back. "How dare you accuse me and call me names."

"This isn't about me bitch," said Annette raising her voice. "This is about you fucking around on Tom. Doing hotel room humps and spreading your legs for guys in the same bed Tom sleeps in at night. Hope you have the decency to at least wash the sheets."

"Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" asked Jessica turning to Tom.

"Is anything she saying inaccurate, sweet wife?" Tom answered.

Jessica turned around the room looking for someone to be her ally. She noted the stranger Steve hadn't looked higher than her neckline since she'd first met him. All of the men, in fact, were looking at her body. They were looking at her like men looked at whores, a body to be used. "Sarah, please, help me out here. We've had long talks about life in the past. We've connected. Say something."

Sarah looked up, impervious to the fact that her husband was looking Jessica up and down. "What do you want me to say Jess? You've pretty much admitted to what Tom has said you've been doing. How long has it been going on? Did it start when you lost your job?"

Jessica had quit her job six weeks ago. Bitch knows that, thought Jessica. She knows that I quit my job, I didn't 'lose' it. 

"You should be the one talking Jess," Sarah continued. "Sounds like you've got a lot to confess. Get off your chest. Go on."

"Go on with what?" asked Jessica incredulously. "What? You want fucking details?"

"Yeah, we want details," piped in a low voice. It was Annette's boyfriend Andrew. He laughed and Annette slapped him lightly on one of his thick biceps. 

"This isn't funny," she said to him, but she kept her eyes on Jess, with a look that said yes, she wanted to hear details.

Jessica looked around the room again. She had no allies, no one was about to stick up for her, she saw that. Of course, why would they? Tom had assembled them, it was his party. Jessica felt the fight go out of her. Her submissive nature began to send a tingle to her genitals. The accusing eyes made her feel shame. The feeling, as it always had, sent blood flowing into her vagina. At the same time, the heat of emotion caused tears in her eyes.


Jessica's Intervention Pt. 02



Chapter Six 

Six weeks later 

Colleen Grandowski paced around her living room rug, watching anxiously out the window, waiting for the yellow Dodge to leave Tom and Jessica's driveway. She had noticed the patterns that had started to develop over at her neighbor's house. "Yellow Dodge" - Colleen had started to identify Jessica's customers by the cars they drove - was a Thursday night regular. He'd (assuming it was a 'he') arrive at around 6:00pm, conduct his dirty business, and then leave around 6:30pm. Colleen could only imagine what service Jessica was providing him. Cock-sucking, fucking, God knows what. An image of Jessica on her knees, sucking his balls, came into her mind and she felt a twinge between her legs. She purposely let that train of thought go and the feeling passed. 

Colleen had booked a 7:00pm appointment with Jessica. When Colleen had called over to the Compton's house two days before, Jessica had answered with a cheerful hello and Colleen had replied in a shaky voice, "I would like to pay for an hour of your time." Jessica had been taken aback. Colleen had not called on her business line (or the 'sex line' as Jessica had come to think of it), but had called on her regular house number. 

"Excuse me, who is this?" Jessica had asked, clearly confused. 

"It's Colleen, Jessica, you know, your neighbor across the street. The one you don't talk to anymore?" 

"Oh Colleen, I thought that was you, I was just surprised by your question. Colleen, I know I've been pretty busy lately but you don't need to pay for my time. I'm still your friend, we can talk anytime. Why would you think you have to pay me?" 

"Well, you seem to be running quite a business over there. Seems like the only way to see you is to pay you." Colleen voice was still shaky, because she was holding back all that she wanted to say to Jessica. 

"Colleen, don't be silly...just come on over!" Said Jessica, trying to put her neighbor and friend at ease. 

"I'm not comfortable just 'coming over' there anymore Jessica. I know what's going on. I've never been to a whorehouse before so excuse me for not wanting to just 'pop' over!" Jessica could hear the shakiness in Colleen's voice being replaced with rising anger. Colleen heard Jessica audibly sigh on the phone. 

"Fine Colleen. When would you like to pay to come to my house?" 

"Thursday night at 7:00pm would be good for me." 

"See you then," said Jessica and hung up. 

Red tail-lights caught Colleen's attention and she looked up at her cable-box clock. Sure enough, it was almost exactly 6:30pm. Yellow Dodge had blown his load and was hitting the road. Colleen decided she could not take waiting another 30 minutes - she was just too pent up - and was going to go over to Jessica's early. Just as she was heading for the front door, she paused when she thought what if Jessica needs time to clean up? The thought mildly disgusted her. She had an image of Jessica washing out her pussy, or wiping cum off of her face. Fuck it, Colleen thought, I'll make it as uncomfortable for her as this whole business is for me. She marched down her driveway, conjuring feelings of righteousness and annoyance, crossed the narrow street, and up the Compton's driveway. She rang the bell three times in rapid succession. She was surprised at how quickly Jessica opened her door. She was also half-expecting Jessica to be dressed in some tawdry get-up of her new trade, but found her dressed simply in Jeans and a pink tee-shirt. She did notice she could see the impressions of Jessica's nipples under the thin tee-shirt and assumed she was not wearing a bra. 

"Hi Colleen, come on in," said Jessica politely. Colleen walked into Jessica's home without saying a word. Her mind was a mix of emotions and she did not know where to begin. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" asked Jessica. "Some coffee or a glass of wine perhaps?" 

"I want to see where you do it," snapped Colleen. 

"Where I do what?" asked Jessica. 

"Where you run your sex business. Is it just here in the living room? You don't take men into your bedroom do you?" Colleen asked this last question with a subtle sneer on her face. 

Jessica did not answer. She looked at Colleen and tried to assess what the purpose of this visit was by looking at her neighbor's face. Feeling the need to fill the uncomfortable void in the conversation, Colleen asked, "Oh, and how much do I owe you for this time?" 

"That depends Colleen..." 

"On what?" Colleen interrupted, her voice rising. 

"On what it is you want." 

"I want to talk to you. And I want to find out what exactly is going on here. I watch from across the street, people coming and going at all hours of the night... I want to know what is going on in my neighborhood!" Colleen was speaking rapidly now and there was heat in her voice. 

"OK, so let's talk. Here have a seat." Jessica pointed Colleen to the sofa. 

"I don't want to sit," said Colleen huffily. "Show me where you fuck for money." 

Jessica paused before saying, "OK Colleen. If you want to talk like that, I charge $100 an hour for what is called 'companion' time. That's what I charge for people who just 'want to talk'. Follow me into our guest bedroom, you know where it is." Colleen followed Jessica down the short hallway of the Compton's split-level ranch, digging out five twenty's from her purse. As they entered the guest bedroom, Colleen looked around. 

"Still looks pretty much the same," said Colleen. 

"What did you expect? Whips and chains and dildos hanging off of the walls?" 

"I kind of did," said Colleen, relieved that there wasn't. 

"Colleen, are we not friends anymore?" 

"I don't think so," answered Colleen. "I don't even know you anymore. I can't believe what's happened to you. I know that you're prostituting yourself. Ken told me what happened at this house last month. In a general sense anyway. I asked him to spare me the gory details, but I know that Tom demanded that you become a prostitute and that you agreed to it on that night, and that you, that you...that you had sex with pretty much everyone in your house that night." 

Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Colleen to go on. She had decided that she was not going to volunteer anything that Colleen didn't ask for. 

"I see all kinds of strange cars coming and going. I see you leaving the house at various times dressed like a slut. Short skirts, flimsy tops, black nylons, high heels...going off on your dates, all made up, your hair all poofed up. People are talking about you Jessica. All over the neighborhood. About how you're a whore now and you're doing your whoring right here on our street. It's disgusting and unacceptable!" Colleen was not looking at Jessica. She was keeping her eyes trained over Jessica's head. 

Jessica held out her hand. 

Noticing, Colleen looked down and asked, "What?" 

"I'll take that money and count it while you continue to yell at me." 

"Oh yeah, here." Colleen stepped toward Jessica, handed her the twenty-dollar bills and stepped back to where she was standing before. 

"Go on," said Jess, softly. 

Colleen too softened, and said, "Jessica, are you alright? I haven't even asked that, have I? Are you in a situation that you feel trapped in? I mean, Ken told me that you had agreed to begin prostituting willingly - that he asked you if you were alright and were doing what you did on that night on your own will and all, but is it true? Are you really doing this because you want to?" 

Jessica didn't hesitate. "Yes, I like it and I enjoy it. I love sex Colleen, is that a problem for you? I like having sex with a variety of people. Does that threaten you? Does that upset or offend you? Is it any of your business really?" 

"You make it my business by bringing it into our neighborhood Jessica. You make it everyone's business. You know the kind of people who use whores. I don't want drug addicts, gamblers, perverts and other sketchy people roaming our street...who knows what trouble they may cause." 

"Yes, Colleen, I know what kind of people use whores. Being that I am one. None of the guys I've met so far are the kind of 'sketchy' people you're imagining. They're pretty much average ordinary guys who just need to let off some steam. Or their partner doesn't give them what they're looking for. Have you had any trouble with the people who've visited my house?" 

"No, but that's not really the point." 

"What's the point then?" 

"It's illegal! It's immoral! It's dangerous!" 

Jessica did not respond. 

"Could you at least stop entertaining your customers here, in this house?" Colleen asked, exasperated, folding her arms. 

Jessica, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, eased back onto her elbows. She threw her head back and sighed. "I don't know Colleen, this works for me and Tom. It's convenient and safe for me. Do you care if I'm safe Colleen?" 

"What you're doing is not safe Jess. Whether you do it here, or elsewhere. I'd rather you just stop this foolishness altogether." 

Jessica looked back at Colleen with a playful half-smile on her face. "Are you jealous Colleen?" 

"Are you fucking kidding me Jessica?!" shot back Colleen. "Jealous of a whore and a slut? Jealous of your immorality, jealous of the filthy, sick game you and your supposed husband are playing? What kind of sick fuck whores out his wife?" Colleen was livid now. "Answer me Jessica!" 

"Which question do you want me to answer?" asked Jessica, calmly. She did not want to infuriate Colleen any further. She had never seen her this way. So red in the face, her body rigid. Colleen had always been that 'always put together' and 'quick with advice' type of person. Usually calm, rational, thoughtful and reflective, it was fascinating to Jessica to see her this way. 

"What is wrong with you and Tom!? Why are you doing this!?" 

After giving Colleen a few seconds to breath, Jessica responded slowly, "Because we like it. It turns us on. It makes us some extra money." 

Colleen took a few seconds to respond to Jessica's answer. When she did, she simply said, "You disgust me." She also began to cry. Jessica watched her cry for a few moments and then felt compelled to get up and console her former friend and neighbor. 

"Here, Colleen, sit," said Jessica as she began guiding her to the bed. 

"I don't want to sit on that bed...where you do your filthy fucking," Colleen said, pulling away from Jessica. Jessica let Colleen stand their sobbing, watching as Colleen put her head in her hands. "You just had one of your, what do you call them? 'tricks', leave here just a few minutes ago. His cum is probably all over the bed." 

"This bed is clean Colleen. It doesn't have cum all over it." 

"What did you do with him?" Colleen asked, sniffing. 

Jessica cocked her head quizzically, "You want to know what I did with the guy who just left?" 

"Yeah," answered Colleen, still sniffing but her sobbing was subsiding. 

"Why do you want to know - what did you call it earlier - 'the gory details'? I thought it was all disgusting to you. Immoral, disgusting, and filthy. So what's the interest about - and why the hell are you crying?" 

Colleen hung her head and said meekly, "I don't know." 

Having sensed that she had moved Colleen off of her high horse, Jessica risked taking the upper hand. 

"I sucked his cock, Colleen. If you really want to know. He comes over once a week to have his cocked properly sucked. His wife won't do it for him. His wife hasn't sucked his cock in over 20 years. He likes having his balls licked too. And guess what, you'll get a kick out of this, he likes me to lick his ass to get his cock big and hard. I start him off with a good rim job, and finish him off with a blow job. Takes about 10 minutes for him to undress and relax, 10 minutes for the lick, suck and swallow, and then 10 minutes of getting dressed and chatting." Colleen closed her eyes, shook her head, and said nothing. 

"And guess what I get for that 10 minutes of time on my knees?" Jess asked. 

"A mouthful of cum?" 

"Well yeah," answered Jessica with a slight laugh, "and 200 bucks." 

"Is two hundred bucks worth being used and demeaned?" asked Colleen, starting to regain her composure. 

"Before the night six weeks ago, I used to do it for free." Now Jessica crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows and waited for that statement to settle in on Colleen. 

Colleen took a few breaths, looked at Jessica up and down and said, "So you're just a piece of fuck meat huh? Hose-bag slut?" Jessica didn't answer. "We used to refer to women like you as 'skanks' when I was in college. Is that how you want me to refer to you Jessica? As the skank who lives across the street?" 

"I don't give a fuck how you refer to me Colleen," said Jessica calmly. 

Colleen considered this for a few beats and said, "How much time do I have left?" 

Jessica answered, "You've only been here for about 10 minutes. You've got lots of time left, have you got anything else you feel you need to say to me?" 

Looking directly at Jessica, Colleen commanded, "Take your clothes off." 

... 

A minute later Jessica was lying naked on her back on top of the comforter on the bed in her guest bedroom. Her legs where closed and she had arranged her hair to the right side of her face. Her arms where by her side as Colleen looked down upon her from the end of the bed. The bed had no foot-board and Colleen was standing with the tops of her thighs against the bottom of the mattress. Jessica's feet were just inches away. Colleen's arms were crossed. 

"Do you like what you see?" Jessica asked playfully. 

"No I don't," answered Colleen quickly. "I see a shameless slut before me who will take off her clothes if someone throws her some money." Jessica did not respond and she watched Colleen's eyes move up and down her body. 

"Why did you ask me take my clothes off Colleen?" 

"I was hoping it would make you more open and honest. Most people feel vulnerable and less guarded with their clothes off." Jessica remained silent. "But, I should have known it wouldn't work with you. Whores use their bodies for power. You're even more in your element now." 

"I can be more open if you want," said Jessica, spreading her legs and reaching down to touch the lips of her vagina with her left hand. Colleen did not look away. Jessica felt a rush of emotion move through her caused by the idea that she was touching herself lewdly in front of an authority figure. As if she was being intentionally naughty and lascivious in front of her mother, or a school teacher. The idea felt so wicked that it caused her to quickly start lubricating. She brushed her clit with the tip of one finger and it made her shiver visibly. 

"Now you're going to rub one off while I'm standing here trying to talk to you?" Colleen asked unemotionally. 

"Ya, I am," said Jessica bringing her right hand down to rub her pussy lips while her left worked her clit. 

"You really have no shame, do you?" 

"I'm a dirty girl ...who love sex...Colleen," said Jessica in an increasingly short breaths. Her head rolled back as she pleasured herself. Colleen watched not moving, her arms still crossed over her chest. Jessica's pussy was becoming very wet and Colleen could begin to smell the rich scent of her sex. Although her intention was to resist it, Colleen couldn't help but start to feel turned on by the sight of Jessica wantonly masturbating in front of her. At the same time she was being turned on by the visual indulgence, Colleen suddenly felt like she was a parent watching a child act out. She felt the urge to want to discipline Jessica. 

"Stop that right now, you little cunt," demanded Colleen, uncrossing her arms. She grabbed Jessica by both ankles and forcibly closed her legs, squeezing Jessica's hands into her own crotch. "Take your hands away from that twat...right now!" Jessica obeyed, shocked by the feel of Colleen's firm grasp of her ankles. "You can't behave this way. It's not right!" Colleen's face was beginning to turn red. "I will not have you living as a whore right across the street from my family. You will not continue to do this!" 

Jessica was not sure what to say. After a moment of collecting her thoughts she finally said, "You can't tell me what to do." She was looking directly into Colleen's eyes and an intuition came to her mind and she said, "You're not my mother!" A furious look crossed Colleen's face. She twisted Jessica's ankles forcing her to roll over on her stomach. Colleen then dragged Jessica's lower legs to the left side of the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Jessica's legs over her lap. Colleen was appreciably taller and stronger than Jessica and she had no problem grabbing Jessica by the hips and moving her buttocks over her lap. She began to spank Jessica as if she was a child. 

"You will stop it!" Colleen shouted, as she brought the palm of her right hand down hard on Jessica's ass cheeks. Jessica winced and grimaced with each slap. "Say it!" Colleen yelled. "Say you will stop being a whore!" She was giving Jessica no time to speak in between the increasingly fast and harder slaps. Jessica's ass was turning a deep, angry shade of red. "Say it bitch. Say it!" Colleen continued to slap Jessica's ass. 

"Ok, ok!" said Jessica after she could take no more. She was crying and breathing heavily. The sting of the spanking was bright in her mind like a red spike of light. Colleen stopped slapping Jessica. She noticed her hand had begun to hurt from the beating she had been giving Jessica's ass cheeks. Jessica maneuvered herself off of Colleen's lap. She was trembling from the pain and streaks of tears traced lines down her face. She looked at Colleen as she was trying to regain her composure. The surprise of what just happened disoriented her. As her eyes cleared she could see that Colleen had been crying too. Colleen was wiping the tears from her own cheeks when Jessica decided to counter-attack. 

She leapt at Colleen and pushed her upper body down onto the bed. Without giving her time to react, Jessica scrambled up and sat on Colleen's chest, pinning her to the bed. She had her knees on both of Colleen's shoulders and her arms pinned under her legs. There was a look of surprise on Colleen's face as Jessica took her face in the palms of her hands and leaned her face close to Colleen's. "OK, Colleen. I'll do as mommy says, but you have to do one thing for me first..." 

"What's that?" Colleen asked while squirming her head around trying to break free from Jessica's embrace. 

"You have to eat my pussy!" With that, Jessica moved her body up and pushed her crotch into Colleen's face. She ground her pussy into Colleen's face, rubbing her vagina across Colleen's mouth and nose. "Eat it!" she yelled. "You want it, I know it, so eat it!" Having moved off of Colleen's chest, Colleen was no longer pinned. She freed her arms and with a push, lifted Jessica off of her so that she could wriggle her way free. Colleen stood up, disheveled, wiping Jessica's pussy juice off of her face. 

"Get away from me you bitch," said Colleen, wiping her face with her forearms now. "Keep that dirty, reeking, diseased pussy away from me." Jessica spread her legs in response, got up on her ankles, held her upper body up with one hand while using the other to rub her labia lewdly. 

"You sure you don't want some more? C'mon, lick my hot tasty cunt," said Jessica with a sneer. She spread herself open with the first two fingers of her right hand. 

Saying nothing, but with an angry look on her face, Colleen suddenly dove forward over the bed and put her face between Jessica's legs. For an instant Jessica thought that Colleen was indeed going to perform cunnilingus on her, but the thought was wiped away when she felt Colleen's teeth on her sensitive pussy lips. Colleen was actually biting her vagina. Jessica pulled back in terror at the thought of Colleen actually doing damage to her sex organs. "Get the fuck out of her!" yelled Jessica. 




Jessica's Intervention Pt. 03



Chapter Seven

Jessica was dreaming... 

She was facing her husband, holding both of his hands, staring into his eyes, on a church altar. She could hear the Minister speaking. Welcome and thank you for joining us as we bear witness to the recommitment of marriage of Jessica and Thomas. Jessica felt truly happy, and looked into her husband's eyes with a genuine smile on her face. Tom was smiling too, as he held her hands lightly. He was dressed in a black Tuxedo, with a red Carnation in his lapel. Jessica looked down at what at first had appeared to be a lightly-colored dress appropriate for a vow renewal but now was a full-blown white wedding gown, complete with veil and train. It was warm and sultry in the church. It felt like the mid-June day in which Tom and Jessica got married. Because of the warmth, the Saint Christopher's Catholic church - the main church in the town of {town name} - had its front doors held wide open. A slight breeze ruffled through the church. It crept ever so slightly under Jessica's wedding gown. It was just enough for her to realize she wasn't wearing any panties. 

Feeling embarrassed she looked away from her husband for the first time. She looked at Tom's groomsmen. They did not include his brother Ray, or his friends from high school and college like they did when they were married seven years ago. Instead, she recognized some of her regular customers. She knew that the jargon in her business was to call them John's or Trick's but she thought it was too cliché to call them that. She also recognized a few of the guy's from the night of her intervention. Annette Twilly's boyfriend, Andrew was there. He was standing to Tom's left, as if he was Tom's Best Man. He was staring directly at Jessica and winked at her when he noticed her looking back at him. She looked down the row of groomsmen, which appeared to be growing longer as she cast her gaze across them. Some of them also winked, one of them - a man she didn't even recognize - even stuck his tongue out lewdly at her. She looked away from him quickly. 

Marriage is a serious matter, intoned the Minister. Not to be taken lightly or without utmost care. 

Jessica's initial happiness in the dream was replaced with an anxious foreboding. She looked back up at Tom's face and suddenly suspected that his smile held more deviousness than she had originally interpreted. With a feeling of unease, she turned to look out into the pews. 

Sure enough, everyone she knew was there. Her parents, sitting in the front pews as all parents do at weddings. Tom's parents sitting on the opposite side of the aisle. Jessica's childhood friends, and increasingly distant relatives flowing from the front of the pews backward through the church. Jessica swallowed nervously. Her parents and friends were smiling. They didn't seem to suspect who comprised Tom's gang of groomsmen. Tom had had only four groomsmen in their real wedding. His brother Ray was his Best Man then. Jessica looked to Tom's families side of the church and found Ray sitting in the second Pew from the front. The rest of Tom's original groomsmen were there too. 

Who did she have as Bridesmaids? She thought. She dreaded looking to her right to find out. Please don't let Annette Twilly be my Maid of Honor. She chanced a quick glance to her right and sure enough Annette was standing there with a smirk on her face. She actually had her arms crossed and was dressed in the most ridiculous Bridesmaid dress. It was purple, made of the thinnest possible fabric which was nearly see-through, and had a large pink bow on the torso section. Jessica looked away quickly and her heart began beating quickly. The heat in the church felt like it suddenly went up ten degrees and her dress also felt heavier and hotter. She could feel sweat forming between her breasts. 

The Minister was still speaking. As they stand before you, it is obvious that these two people have honored their commitment to each other. They stand before you as a blessed example of the power of Love and its ability to bond people in holy bondage. The phrase holy bondage made the people in the church laugh nervously. Did he actually say 'holy bondage'? Thought Jessica. She turned to look at him. He was an old man with the scant wispy white remains of a head of hair. He was short, not much taller than Jessica, and thin, and he had his face down in a raft of disconnected notes with which he was shuffling through, looking for something in particular. 

"Jessica and Tom have written vows which I will now read," said the Minister looking up from his notes. "Instead of having me read all of the vows for one of them, and then the other, Jessica and Tom have asked me to alternate between them. I've read these vows in advance and I can tell you that they are some of the loveliest vows I've had the good fortune to read in my many years of marrying and recommitting couples. I think you will find them quite beautiful too." A low murmur of approval washed over the church upon hearing the Minister praise the vows. Jessica glanced her mother's way and saw her smiling. Her father was hugging her mother close to him despite the fact that the church now was starting to feel like an oven. Jessica could have sworn she heard Annette snicker behind her. This is fucked up, thought Jessica. I would have never had that bitch as my Maid of Honor. And I don't remember writing any vows. This is all Tom's doing. Please God, don't let him humiliate me in front of my family! 

"Is it your wish, Jessica, to continue to have this man as your lawfully-wedded husband?" Jessica glanced around nervously. She couldn't help noticing that the groomsmen were increasing their facial gestures towards her. Some were blowing kisses at her, others were licking their lips and winking suggestively. She realized that everyone was waiting for her response and that more than the appropriate number of beats had passed since the first question was asked of her. 

"Yes...yes, I do," she stammered. The church audience let out a subtle, collective sigh of relief. 

"Is it your wish, Thomas, to have this woman as your lawfully-wedded whore?" 

Jessica felt stricken, but Tom answered quickly and enthusiastically, "You bet I do!" The church congregation laughed quietly and politely. Jessica looked at them surprised. Had they not heard what the Minister just said? He called me a whore! Did everyone not hear that?! The smell of the flowers which were in fantastic and unreal abundance, all around her feet and in every spare inch of space on the altar, suddenly became overwhelming to Jessica. She started feeling slightly queasy. 

"Now Jessica, do you promise to continue to suck cock with shameless abandon, and offer all of your holes for random men's pleasure for the financial benefit of your marriage and the general enjoyment of your husband Tom 'til death do you part?" 

"What?!" asked Jessica horrified that these words were coming out of this supposedly pious man's mouth. She looked to her husband incredulously. Tom was still smiling that same wicked smile which was slowly but surely turning into a leering grin. "This is not right Tom. This is not the time for this..." 

"She promises, don't worry Reverend Jim," said Tom interrupting Jessica. "Now ask me one." 

"OK. Thomas, do you vow to keep Jessica as your closest confidant, your best friend, and your beloved despite the fact that she will continuously commit acts of depravity and lewdness with other people right under your own roof and often in your marriage bed?" 

"I will encourage that behavior as best I can Rev," said Tom with a smart-ass tone in his voice. He winked at Jessica. 

"And do you Jessica, vow to be the very best and talented whore you can be? Offering to perform sex acts that even other whores would be ashamed of? Will you agree to take on offers for sexual services no matter how outrageous they may be?" Jessica was stunned and the shock of the Minister's words rendered her speechless. She dared a look out into the pews. The people in the pews looked equally stunned. She chanced looking over to her mother. She was crying and it appeared her father was attempting to console her by whispering something in her ear. 

Jessica looked down at the flowers around her feet. Their fragrance was getting stronger and filling her nasal cavity and mind with equal force. She noticed that there were bees buzzing around the flowers and it created the old feeling of terror in her that bees always did. 

"Say it," Tom demanded. "Say you'll be the nastiest whore money can buy!" As Jessica's eyes moved up from the flowers to her husband, she couldn't help but notice that Tom had an enormous, raging hard-on in his Tuxedo pants, and he was making no effort to conceal it. He was actually rocking his hips to bring attention to it. The other groomsmen had erections too, and as she looked down the row of them - there had to be nearly 20 of them now - some of them were starting to pull their erections out of their flies. Their cocks were huge and bulging. They took out their balls too and each scrotum hung low and sweaty in the humid air. Noticing what each other were doing, all of the Groomsmen now took out their hard penises and began openly masturbating. The smell of flowers now became mixed with the pungent and familiar smell of man sex. The smell of sweaty cock, pre-cum, and lust. The wet, slapping sound of male masturbation: wet scrotal sacs slapping against thighs became noticeable and increasingly louder in volume. 

From behind her, Jessica clearly heard Annette say, "Well, you don't need us anymore...you know what to do!" Without looking Jessica heard the sound of her bridesmaids exiting the steps of the altar. They were leaving her on the altar alone with Tom, the Minister, and the long line of masturbating groomsmen. 

Suddenly Jessica heard a familiar voice speak up loudly. "Stop this this instance!" It was her father. He was speaking the same words with the same tone she had heard him use throughout her childhood. "This is not appropriate for church, or this day. Save your filthiness for later." Jessica looked at her father with pleading eyes. She was hoping he'd look at her and interpret the expression on her face as I have no idea what is happening. This doesn't make any sense. I didn't do anything to bring this on Daddy, I swear! 

Then her mother spoke up. She threw the tissue with which she had been wiping her eyes and said, "How could you do this Jessica? We didn't raise you this way. How could you be such a filthy whore?" Jessica looked at her mother as she heard the last question, preparing the words to say to defend herself, and suddenly felt a breeze move through the church and felt it strongly on her legs. She then realized her wedding dress was hiked up around her waist and was being held there by Annette who had only pretended to leave the altar. Under the whites of her gown, in stark contrast, Jessica was wearing the customary black, laced-top, thigh-high stockings common to female sex workers. Of course a provocative black garter-belt was holding them up. Her sex was exposed and it was accentuated by the largest hairy pubic bush she had ever seen herself have. "No underwear Jessica? You couldn't even put on a decent pair of underwear to wear to this holy place? Have you no shame, no respect for God's house? How could you do this to me and your father?" 

Jessica wanted to speak but her mother's barrage of questions continued. "Look what you've done to all of these men! They can't control themselves around you! They're touching themselves with no shame. Obviously they're preparing to have sex with you? Was this all planned? Was this how you planned to tell me that you're working as a prostitute? What about the decency of some privacy? A phone call would have been even better than this!" Jessica's mother was starting to shout now in anger, her face becoming red, tears still streaming from her eyes. She stood up and leaned forward. 

"You're a bad, bad girl Jessica! You're killing your father and me! Come home right now. They'll be no dinner for you tonight and you'll go to bed early with no TV!" Jessica realized that her mother had lost it. She was now saying things as if Jessica were seven years old. Her father was trying to get her mother to sit back down. Jessica's mother burst into tears and allowed herself to be guided back to the pew. 

"Jessica?" It was the Minister speaking, "Reverend Jim" as Tom had called him. Jessica doubted very much that he was an actual minister. Probably somebody Tom hired to play the part. She turned to look at this supposedly pious poser. 

"What?" she asked angrily. 

"I think it would be best if you were to perform fellatio on several of these fellows to show that your vows have meaning. Walk your talk, so to speak. Or suck for Good Luck, or some other clever rhyme like that. I could use a little relief here myself," he said, pulling his semi-erect dick out of his pants while still holding his notes upon what had first appeared to be a bible, but was clearly some kind of dirty magazine. His cock grew hard in what appeared to be just an instant and it was as large and veiny and pulsing as any of the younger groomsmen's penises. He stroked it just twice and immediately began ejaculating. "Oh dear, I believe you're too late. I don't have the holding power I used to have. So sorry, lovely child. I so wanted to feel your mouth on my heavenly rocket. I've heard so much about your talents around town. No worries, I'll call the number and schedule an appointment for later this week. There are some things I'd like to try that I've never found the right woman for. By right, I mean willing." He continued to stroke his cock, emptying a large amount of semen onto the altar floor and creating a wide pattern of semen droplets on the flowers placed there. "Don't be disappointed," he said smiling pleasantly at her. "You've got lots of friends of your husband here who are ready, willing, and able to supply with you as much as cum as you desire. And if you drain them dry, there are lots of other guys out there in the pews. You might have a go at Tom's father, Harry, too. I bet he's been waiting for his chance to put the screw to his lovely daughter. Would I be right about that, Mr. Compton? Do you want to fuck your son's wife's face? Or are you more of an ass-man? I hear she takes it up the poop-chute with ease and aplomb." Jessica was dumb-founded and speechless. She only gaped at the Minister, her mind a whirlwind. 

She tried to push her gown down to cover herself. Annette had been holding it up the whole time that the Minister had jerked himself off. She made to leave the altar and run up the center aisle a la a bride who had gotten cold feet. She would run out of the church, get a cab, and leave Tom and everyone she knew for good. But Annette wouldn't let her cover herself, or let her out of her firm hold. In fact, with Tom's help, Annette pulled the gown swiftly over Jessica's head and removed it in one smooth motion. Jessica was now standing on the altar with nothing but her veil, her white bra which was on crooked and knocked askew by the sudden removal of her gown, her slutty thigh-high stockings and black three-inch stiletto heels. She put one hand over her crotch and attempted to put her right tit back in the bra where it belonged but her efforts to conceal herself with the paltry clothing she still had on were thwarted by several groomsmen who circled her and forced her to her knees. They began shoving their hard-ons into her face, and were singing absurdly: "Here cums the Bride! All dressed in black! Surely she'll give, her mom a heart attack! Here cums the bride! Suck-ing on cock! Pay her a buck, and she'll get on her back!" Despite the bizarreness of the situation, Jessica felt herself annoyed at the fact that the last little line of the song didn't even rhyme. 

"You could at least rhyme you fucking jerks!" she yelled. She tried to say more but one of the guys got lucky and managed to drive his cock into her mouth. He pushed it into her throat. As she was starting to gag on the head of the large penis she was able to see through the men's legs that most of the people were quickly exiting the church up the center aisle. Only a few people were still sitting, almost all of them men. They were watching intently as if they were at a pornographic theatre. Jessica could tell from their movements, although she couldn't see their hands behind the pews, that they were all masturbating. The only one she recognized was Tom's father, Harry. He was sitting in the front pew on the Compton family side of the church. His pants were down around his ankles and his wife, Jessica's mother, was giving him a vigorous hand-job with her left-hand while her right-hand was buried up her skirt. 

*** 

Jessica awoke with a start. The bedroom was dark and the clock on the nightstand read 5:00. Dis-oriented by the darkness and the intensity of the dream, Jessica wasn't sure if it was PM or AM. She took a few deep breaths to let herself waken and calm down. Her heart was beating rapidly and she was sure she could still feel the head of the penis at the back of her throat, still smell the sweaty musk of the man's crotch and balls, from the dream she just woke from. As her mind cleared, she realized: It's late afternoon in December, that's why it's dark outside. I'm taking a nap because I have a late night appointment tonight. I've been asleep for about an hour. I should get up, she thought. But as she relaxed, and realized the bizarre wedding ceremony was just a dream, she fell back into sleep... 

*** 

She was back in the church, but it had changed. It was darker now, as if day had slipped into night. The first part of the dream had started bright and colorful with late morning light shining the stained-glass windows. Now it was much darker, with no light coming from outside. The stained-glass was dark and the images indiscernible. When she looked at the windows they seemed to be portraying much darker scenes then would normally be depicted in a Catholic church. The entire sanctuary now seemed to be lit with candle and torches. The air was heavy and warm and Jessica was sweating. Her wedding dress was on but it was soaked through and stained. She was breathing heavily and felt exhausted. The darkness of the church made it difficult to make out faces in the pews. It seemed as if many people had returned to the ceremony, but when she looked closely the faces were difficult to recognize, many of them seeming like strangers. 

She looked back to the altar and Tom was still there, as was Andrew and Annette, the Minister, and the large group of groomsmen. They were looking at her, waiting for her. 

"I asked you Jessica, are you ready to proceed?" asked the Minister. 

"Proceed with what?" she asked in return. 

"Why with the completion of your wedding ceremony, of course!" he laughed, smirking. 

"Oh God," she said, feeling exasperated, "How long is this thing?" 

"It's almost over. Now come dear. Come before me with Tom by your side, and look out at those who've come to witness your union." Not knowing what else to do, she moved to the center of the altar with Tom and turned to face the pews. "I should ask," the Minister began once Jessica and Tom were in place. He was standing on a step above Jessica and Tom and was addressing the congregation. "Is there anyone here who can think of a reason that these two people shouldn't be together?" 

Jessica immediately turned and looked at Annette who had moved away from the center of the altar and was on Jessica's right. Annette's arms were folded and she did nothing but raise her right hand slightly and flip her middle finger at Jessica. Jessica shook her head and looked back to the main body of the church. It was mostly quiet in the pews, with a little bit of restless shuffling, and what sounded to Jessica like heavy breathing. 




Jessica's Intervention



"I've had affairs over the last couple of years," she began, speaking softly and with her head down. This was news to Tom. He'd only known about the emails from the last six weeks.

Fucking slut bitch, he said almost inaudibly under his breath.

"Nothing major until recently. I had sex with a couple of guys last year. Never more than once with the same guy. I didn't have time, I was working too much."

Again, right on cue, Annette said, "So you quit your job so you could have more time to fuck guys?"

"No," said Jessica, "I quit my job because I'd had enough of the stress and pressure of working as a VP of a technology company. Are you going to quit interrupting? I thought you wanted my confession?"

"We already got your confession Jess," said another man's voice. It was someone speaking for the first time, either Nick or Ken, Jessica couldn't tell which because she still had her eyes downcast. 

"So you want an explanation then? Is that what you want?" she asked.

"The explanation is simple: You're a cheating hosebag," said Annette. "Tom doesn't deserve to be treated like this. Is this what he gets for supporting you while you're unemployed? He's off working and you're off fuckin' and suckin'?"

"So you just want to yell at me?" asked Jessica starting to sob.

"Damn straight bitch," Annette continued. "Where ya been all afternoon? Did you meet a fuck-buddy down by the interstate?" Tom was enjoying this immensely but he was doing all he could not to show it. He tried to move nonchalantly so that no one would notice the erection growing in his pants. "I noticed the bags you carried in with you Jess. One of them's Victoria Secret. So let's see what you bought yourself. And don't try to tell us you bought them for Tom to see you in." Jessica stood in the middle of the room and moved her hands up to wipe tears from her face. "Fuck this, I'll do it myself," said Annette.

Annette went to the door and found the bag with the Victoria's Secret logo on it. She came back and dumped the contents out on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. Jessica had indeed gone on something of a shopping spree. There were many lacy panties, packages of stockings, some thigh-highs, bust-enhancing bras, some negligees, all of it under-clothing. "Looks like someone's getting ready for a photo shoot," said Annette. "Either that, or Jess is getting prepared to be a hooker." She went back to the door. "And lookee here," she said, "There's more." She came back with a bag from the Frederick's of Hollywood shop in the Mall from the next town over. "This should be the really skanky stuff," said Annette as she dumped the contents of the bag on top of the underwear from Victoria's. Jessica turned a deeper shade of red when she saw the crotchless panties spill out onto the top of the pile. They were just inches away from Andrew's hands. He couldn't help himself. He put his fingers in the space of the crotch and said "ooh-la-la". 'Hey, " Annette said, "don't touch the evidence."

"Sorry investigator Lansing," said Andrew, using Annette's last name, and giving her a two-finger salute. 

Annette picked up the pink crotchless panties and flung them at Tom. "Here Tom," she said, as they flew through the air at him, "do you think your wife wants to turn you on with these? Does she dress like this for you?"

"I never see her in stuff like this," answered Tom. Jessica couldn't argue, it was true. Tom and Jessica's sex life had definitely tailed off over the years. The jobs, the commitments, family obligations, they didn't have children but they lived as if they did. Jessica knew a thing or two about where Tom put his sexual energy, but she wasn't going to go there. This crowd wouldn't be sympathetic.

"Look at this," Annette said picking up another garment. "A bra with holes for the nips to stick out. Easy for the guys to suck on them." She dug further into the pile. "What's this?" she asked hypothetically. "Crotchless stockings, with a pattern a lot like what she has on now. Wait a minute," she said turning her head back and forth between Jessica and the package. "Exactly like what she has on now! Jessica? Are you crotchless under that little skirt of yours?"

Jessica blushed even further and hid her face in her hands. She remained standing but it was clear from her body language that she wanted to curl up into a ball. 

Annette dropped the package and moved closer to Jess. "Should we check?" she asked no one in particular. "Tom, can I check under her skirt to see if she's got nothing covering her puss?" Annette never turned to look at Tom. Tom did not answer her, curious to see what Annette would do. Annette only gave it a second before she bent at her knees and took a quick peek under Jessica's skirt. "Yup, just as I thought," she said, straightening back up. "She's as dark down below as she is on top." 

"Is that so?" asked Tom. 

"Oh yeah," said Annette. "Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me."

"Oh I believe you," said Tom, standing up. This is getting good, he thought. Annette is doing a great job as ring-leader.  Even so, he wanted to pitch in to the show.

"Why don't you show our guests your new style, sweetheart?" he said.

Jessica shook her head slowly, her hands stand covering her face.

"Oh come on, don't be shy," said Annette malevolently. "You're with friends. You're not too shy to show off to strangers....why us?" Annette came up behind Jessica and lifted her skirt up as high as it would go. She hugged the skirt around her waist and exposed Jessica's nearly bare pubic area. She slowly turned Jessica around so that everyone could get a good look. Jessica did nothing to stop Annette's manipulation of her. "Looks like someone has manicured the lawn. Neatly trimmed and ready for action."

Tom noticed then that everything had darkened. At just that moment the last of the sun's rays where winking out. Not just the light had darkened, but the mood of the room as well. Tom wasn't the only one who was getting turned on by the spectacle being made of his wife. He could almost feel the temperature in the room go up. Blood was rising. He wondered how many of the other men had growing erections right now. He was sure Annette's friend Steve did. He'd had a subtle smiling going for many minutes now.

Annette dropped Jessica's skirt and stood up. "I don't know Tom. Looks like you've lost this one. She's gone over to the darkside." She affected a pious accent. "'Tis a pity, one so pretty. She's become quite the gutter slut." 

Jessica fully expected that this would be the end of it. Annette was having a great time humiliating her, and she was sure that her boyfriend and their friend Steve were enjoying this, but what about Ken and Colleen? Nick and Sarah, her neighbors? Surely they are appalled and only still here because they can't take their eyes away from the train wreck this evening had become, she thought. Would they tell everyone else she knew? She wondered. This evening had certainly destroyed the relationships she had had with this people. How far would this go?

"Please," Jess said in a small voice, "everyone, enough."

"I'll say when it's enough," said Tom in a strong voice. Strong enough that it made everyone look at him. "It's time everyone learn who you really are."

"Oh my God, there's more?" Colleen asked from the kitchen doorway.

"Indeed," said Tom. "Everyone please help yourselves to some more wine or beer. There's plenty in the kitchen. Once you've refreshed your drink, please have a seat. I've got some people I want you to meet."

Jessica was starting to feel cried out. She put her hands down. Her face was still red, her makeup smeared, and just a bit of mascara running down her cheeks. "What?" she asked, as Tom walked away from her, heading for the kitchen. "What people?"



 Chapter Two

Jessica sat back down in the easy chair placing herself on the edge of the chair. She was too agitated to lean back. Instead, she leaned forward with her head in her hands. She couldn't look at anyone and she didn't dare to speak. She wanted to squeeze herself into a little ball and she held her legs together tightly, appalled that just a moment ago everyone in the room had been looking at her bare crotch. She looked down at herself and realized that in the position she was in her breasts were nearly falling out of the skimpy halter top that she was wearing. She was sure she could feel eyes upon her and she quickly straightened up to appear more appropriate.

How did this day get so out of hand? Jessica thought. One minute she was in complete control of her life, walking up the steps to her home, a handful of store-bought treasures in her hand, wonderfully enticing schemes in her mind, and the next moment: the bottom completely fell out from under her world. Everything was going to be different now, this was a certainty. I could really use another glass of wine, she thought.

Fuck it, this is my house, at least for the moment, I'll get a glass of wine if I want it.

"Bring some wine out with you, will you Jess?" asked Annette as Jessica walked toward the kitchen. As if that bitch didn't just completely humiliate me in front of everyone, she has the nerve to ask me to get her some wine? She would do it though. She would bring her husband's former girlfriend and current cohort some wine. She was powerless against strong-willed people like Annette, she always had been. 

Jessica returned from the kitchen with a tray holding an assortment of wine bottles and cold beer bottles from the fridge. Despite the events that had just transpired she still felt controlled by the habit of being a good hostess. Her marriage may be over, and this house no longer hers, but at least for this evening it still was. She imagined that none of the guests in her home thought much of her right now, but the least she could do was to serve them one last time. She placed the tray on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. "Please help yourselves," she said softly. She poured a glass of white wine for herself and sat back down on the edge of the easy chair. People were talking softly to each other and Jess couldn't focus on any particular conversation until suddenly she heard Annette's boyfriend laugh loudly.

"I told you coming with us would be worth it!" Jess heard Andrew say to Steve. How much more of this can I take? Thought Jess. Why am I still here? I should just leave.

How could I have been so careless with those emails? What was I thinking? Did I want to get caught? Jessica heard footsteps coming up from the finished basement. A moment later Tom reappeared in the living room doorway, he stopped and looked back into the kitchen. 

"Grab yourselves another beer if you want it," Tom said to the people who had followed him from downstairs. Tom came back into the living room and said, "Jessica, look who's here. Some friends of yours to join our gathering tonight."

Jessica's heart sank even further. Tom had invited even more friends of theirs to share in her humiliation. I deserve this, she thought, I brought this on myself. A man walked into the room, followed by another, and then a third. She quickly recognized the man in the lead; she'd had sex with him on two different occasions in the past two weeks. The name he had given her was Tomas, just like her husband's. Upon seeing her, he said, "Jessica? Jessica? I thought your name was Tina?"

Annette laughed, nearly spitting out the wine she had just sipped. "Tina?! That's your fuck-buddy name?! You couldn't come up with something more creative than that?"

Jessica ignored her, and looked up at the tall man named Tomas and shrugged her shoulders. He shook his head very subtly with a curious smile on his face.

"Jessica, or is it Tina? You know these guys right?" asked Tom, her husband. "This is Tom, like me...easy name to remember. And then we have Pat and....Eric, Eric right?" he asked the dark-haired man in the back. The man nodded. "You know my wife? Her name's Jessica but she may have called herself Tina, or Wanda for all the fuck I know."

Annette burst out laughing again. "Wanda," she said, sniffling. "LaFonda! LaFonda the LaFuck machine!" Andrew and Steve both laughed at that one.

It was getting very warm in the room, and crowded. People were jostling for space in Jessica's and Tom's modest-sized living room. Jessica noticed that Colleen and Ken eased themselves into the kitchen. The Stevens, Nick and Sarah, remained sitting on the love seat, not having moved the whole time since Jess had arrived home. 

"She told me her name was Tina too," said the man named Eric.

"Yup, same here," said the man in the middle named Pat. Jessica looked at them all. Tomas' face was very familiar, Eric's less so, and Pat's, she wasn't sure if she would have recognized him as someone she'd met or not. She'd had played some risky games with some of the guys. Nothing she was planning on talking about here with this group. She didn't want to give Annette the thrill, but she was sure that Annette would have been titillated to learn that on more than one occasion Jessica had rented a hotel room, stripped naked and gotten on all fours on the hotel bed and waited for her guest to arrive, having left the hotel room door open just a crack so that he could get in. The game had been for the man to fuck her from behind and leave without either of them seeing each other's face. This man named Pat may very well have been one of her faceless fucks. 

"Well guys," said her husband. "This is Jessica, my wife. Jess, I invited these gentlemen over just in case you tried to deny anything."

"What the fuck dude?!" said Tomas, looking surprised. "I thought you said this was a surprise party for your wife and that you wanted us to show her a good time?" Both Eric and Pat looked equally perplexed. 

"Relax, relax," said Tom. "Everything's cool. It's not exactly how I presented it in the emails to you, but I had to do it this way. If you want to leave, it's fine, but you might want to stay. If things work out the way I plan, you'll have a good time."

"Dude, I don't know," said Tomas. "You weren't in on this with her? Seems like she's being shanghai'd or something."

"OK look," said Tom. "I'll be straight with you now. My wife here has been cheating on me with you guys, and other guys too. This was meant to be an intervention to make sure she admits the truth. She's already done that, so everything's cool...it's all out in the open now."

"So who's getting shanghai'd here?" asked Pat. "Did you invite us here to kill us or something?" He laughed nervously. "Get us drunk and cut our dicks off?" Andrew and Steve both laughed at that.

"No, no, nothing like that," said Tom. Turning to Jessica, he said, "So dear wife, you know these guys, right?" 

Jessica hesitated and while she did, Annette took the opportunity to say, "Maybe you should have them whip their dicks out. Maybe she'll recognize them better that way." The tone of her voice was cuttingly sarcastic. 

"I guess," said Jessica with a defeated air.

"Hard to keep track, huh?" said Tom with an unmistakable note of sadness in his voice.

Tears starting welling in Jessica's eyes again. This has got to be it. It must be over now. He'll tell everyone to leave and then he and I can talk to figure what to do next. Something didn't make sense though to Jessica. What was that he said to the guys? 'If things work out the way I plan' What was that about? 

"OK everyone," Tom announced. "I'd like you all to listen to what I have to say. After that you can decide if you want to stay or leave. If you don't have somewhere to sit please either take a seat on the floor or grab a chair from the kitchen. Please make some space so that everyone can see Jess comfortably." Jesus, what is he going to do? Thought Jess, her anxiety rising again. 

After everyone had got themselves squared away, Tom began. "So everyone here knows without a doubt that my wife has been unfaithful to me, on multiple occasions and with more than one guy. She has cuckolded me, humiliated me, and has destroyed any trust that I had in her. If she's capable of this, I don't know what else she's capable of. Who knows how long it could have been before she cleaned out our bank accounts and ran off with one of these guys."

"I would never do that," said Jessica weeping.

"Jess, please. I think I deserve to say what I need to say." Jess put her head down, tears running down her already streaked cheeks.

"My wife of seven years is clearly a slut. I was shocked to find out, startled and embarrassed that I never knew it." He has rehearsed this speech, thought Jess. He's not normally capable of stringing so many thoughts together in sequence.  Jessica listened as he continued. "I've gone through many emotions since I first learned of what she's been up to. I've been enraged, depressed, despairing and apathetic. I've gone through scenarios in my head on how to deal with it. Of course it's been an endless distraction and has kept me awake at night. I know I have every right to throw you out of our house Jessica, divorce you, take you to court and sue you for gross and flagrant adultery. I have all of the evidence, your confession, and witnesses to prove it. I'm sure I could get a judge to give me a large settlement for the pain and suffering I've endured because of this." 

Jessica, with her head down, meekly nodded. She didn't know who was looking at her, she assumed everyone was. She was on display at Tom's discretion.

"Of course the divorce and court thing is the normal way to go, but I've come up with another option. Do you care to hear it Jessica? Do you want to hear another way out of this or are you resigned to leaving me? Was all of your cheating a back-handed way of telling me you want out?" 

Jessica sniffled, not sure she just heard what she thought she heard. Her nose was running. "Can someone please get me a tissue?" She heard someone move into the kitchen. A paper towel was handed to her a few moments later. Great, a freakin' paper towel to blow my nose, that's nice. I guess I'm a beggar now and can't be choosy, she thought.

"No, I don't want out Tom," she said once she had taken care of her nose. "If I had wanted out, I would have just told you. You know how very much upfront we've always managed to be with each other." I don't want out, she thought to herself. I love my life and my husband. Sex had gotten boring, that's all. I didn't want to tell him that. I tried to make it more interesting for the both of us...but, it wasn't happening. Jessica didn't dare say these thoughts out loud. She'd hurt Tom already way too much. For everyone to hear that Tom was a bore in the bedroom was adding insult to injury. 

"OK, so then you're interested in hearing my terms?" asked Tom. Terms? Jessica thought. This is some kind of homemade courtroom drama he's got going here. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"So here it is, Jess. You're going back to work. But not to your old line of work as a computer parts executive, but instead into the oldest profession, one you've been practicing for, if not your whole life, at least recently. You're to become a whore."

Jessica looked back at her husband dumb-founded.

"Did you hear me Jessica? You're going to start working as a prostitute. That's how you're going to start earning your money and contributing to our household income."

Jessica still could not respond. She looked around the room at the other people looking back at her. Everyone was waiting for her to say something. 

"You're kidding," she finally said, hesitantly. She didn't really believe he was kidding. It was too preposterous a joke, given the situation. She looked at Tom. He was quietly shaking his head, indicating that it was indeed no joke. 




Jessica's Intervention



Seconds passed, no one spoke. And then,

"She works hard for the money! Sucks hard for the money!" Annette suddenly broke the tension by doing her best impersonation of Donna Summer. "She fucks hard for the money, so you'd better treat her right!" Tom looked at Annette and shook his head like he would do with child being a nuisance. No one else said anything. They were too caught up in the drama in this middle-class couple's living room.

"You want me, to be, a hooker?" said Jess slowly once Tom turned back to look at her.

"Yes," he said simply. This is one of his games, Jessica thought. He doesn't really mean it. He's bluffing, but in a way he's not. What he wants is me to agree to do it in front of everyone so that I'll be humiliated and they'll think even less of me. He wants to dominate me in front of them. Get back some of the power he feels he's lost. I've hurt him more than I thought possible.

"Tom, this is crazy. How could I agree to that? I'm your wife. We've been together for over ten years...married for over seven. You don't really want that," she said.

"Oh yes, yes I do," he said.

"Do I have time... time, you know, to consider it?" she asked.

"No, you don't. You'll decide right now. You'll either pack your bags and leave tonight and I'll begin legal process in the morning, or you'll agree – in front of everyone here – to begin working as a whore."

'Oh my god.' Jessica heard someone whisper. 

"You can't be serious," Colleen said from the kitchen. She came quickly into the room, pushing aside Pat and Eric who were blocking the doorway. "You're not seriously asking your wife to become a prostitute, are you Tom?"

"I'm quite serious Colleen. If she wants to stay married to me, this is what she must do."

"But it's illegal!" exclaimed Colleen.

"Are you going to report us to the police Colleen? Is anyone going to report us to the police once Jessica here gets to work?" Tom looked around the room. No one spoke, including Colleen who crossed her arms and took a deep breath. He turned back to his wife.

"Well Jess?"

Colleen pushed her way back into the kitchen, muttering "I can't take any more of this, I've got to get out of here" as she left the living room. She whispered something that no one in the living room could hear to her husband Ken in the kitchen and then left quickly out the back door of the house. Everyone could hear her quick steps as she walked down the driveway away from the house. 

"Tom," said Jessica after the sound of Colleen's footsteps began to fade, "I understand you want to punish me. I know I deserve it. But isn't this kind of punishing yourself as well?"

"Yeah, Tommy," interrupted Annette. "You're just letting the skank do what she loves to do best. How is that punishing her?"

"I know what I'm doing," said Tom staring down at his wife intensely. Jessica didn't like that look. Something about her husband had changed. She hadn't seen him this engaged and worked-up in years. This event had certainly enlivened him. She was seeing his dark side. He clearly wanted an answer and he wanted it now. I'll give him what he wants, she thought.

"Ok, fine. I'll do it," she said. There were unspoken reactions in the room to her decision. People shifted in their seats, made unconscious noises as they grappled with the meaning of it. Annette was not one to hide her thoughts.

"Tom," she began. "you're going to let this slut go right on fucking other guys?"

"It's clearly what she wants to do Annette," he answered. "She might as well make us some money while she does it."

"And you're OK with that?" she implored, trying to figure out where Tom was coming from.

"I have no intention of making this easy on her," he grinned devilishly, tilting his head. Jessica looked into her husband's eyes and realized that she was looking at a different man than the one she had known for these last ten years. Everything's different now, she thought.

 Chapter Three

Tom looked down at his wife, watching her visibly squirm under his gaze. Her dark, shoulder-length black hair still looking tossed by the wind, framing her tear-streaked face. She was an attractive woman , relatively small-breasted perhaps, but she made up for it with a pretty, small, oval-shaped face and a full, but shapely behind. Tom was aware that he had an erection, and he didn't care who noticed it. He wanted everyone to notice it. He wanted Jessica to notice it. He took a quick peek down at his pants and saw that he was quite tented-out. That's good, he thought to himself. Let everyone see that I'm turned on by the idea of my wife being a prostitute. They'll know I'm serious. This was a dream come true for Tom. Beyond anything he'd experienced with Internet porn, or fantasies he'd exchanged with others online. He wanted to watch his wife fuck, and get fucked. He wanted to see her become a total slut. 

The temperature in the room was continuing to rise. Beads of sweat had formed on Tom's forehead. "Steve, open that window for me will you, and Annette, please close the blinds."

"Sure Tommy," said Annette, quickly responding. She moved with a sense that she knew where events were heading. 

"Everyone, please join me in congratulating my wife on her new business venture," said Tom as he looked around the room. "To celebrate, we're having a grand opening sale! Everyone here gets the heavily discounted price of merely one dollar to have sex with my wife this evening. Offer is only good for tonight. After tonight it will cost you more." He continued to look around the room at people's expressions. He rather enjoyed the combination of disbelief and amusement that graced his guest's faces. "Any takers?"

"I'll take some of that, " said Steve standing up and reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. 

"Count me in," said Pat.

"We should leave," said Nick to his wife Sarah. Having heard little from them, people turned to look. Jessica looked at Sarah, a last chance for some words from her that might defuse this escalating situation. People waited for Sarah's response. Jess couldn't imagine that Sarah, this mild-mannered woman with two daughters, would allow this ludicrous situation to continue without saying or doing something.

After a dramatic few moments, she said, "I've come this far, I want to see the rest of the show." The men in the room, except for her husband who sat looking at her with raised eyebrows, let out a holler and commotion. 

"It's gang-bang time!" announced Andrew. He stood up and flexed the muscles in his arms.

"You're not putting your dick in that," retorted Annette.

"I didn't say I was honey," he responded, looking at her. "But it looks like a lot of these other guys are. We're staying to watch, right?"

"Keep your cock in your pants, and you can watch," she answered. Annette looked over at Jessica with an expression that suggested a disgusted curiosity. Without looking at him, she grabbed her boyfriend's thick forearm and pulled him back to a sitting position.

Jessica looked around the room, not believing what was happening. She was finding it difficult to find the right words to speak. Each time she opened her mouth to speak she found she didn't know how to begin. Everything was happening so fast. The men in the room were handing Tom dollar bills. Steve was first, and then Eric, Pat, and Tomas stuck their hands out to her husband Tom nearly simultaneously. Steve walked over to where Jessica was sitting, undid his belt and began unbuttoning his pants.

Suddenly, Jessica found words. "Wait, wait, wait," she said quickly and loudly holding up both of her hands. "This is not happening. Not here. Not tonight."

Tom didn't miss a beat, quickly responding and with equal volume, "Oh yes it is. We've got four paying customers so far. We're not going to disappoint them."

"I don't get any time to adjust to this...this...this new situation?" asked Jessica incredulously. 

"You've been practicing for fucking weeks Jessica," responded Tom with anger in his voice. "You know how to fuck and suck. What do you need to adjust to? Open your mouth, open your legs, you know what to do." He laughed falsely and looked at the men assembled in the room with a "duh?" expression on his face. The men laughed with him. "Any of you other guys or ladies want in on the action?" he continued, looking around. Andrew feigned raising his right hand. Annette grabbed his wrist before he could raise it very far. 

"OK, ok," said Tom, commanding attention and acting the master of ceremonies. "Before you start whipping your dicks out, let's put Jess to work. She's got to learn how to do her job properly. Since I'm giving you such a discount, please help us out by making her work for her money. I want you to pretend that you're actually spending say, three, four, maybe five-hundred dollars. What would expect for your money?"

"I'd expect her to get me hot and turned on," said Pat, "but I'm already well on the way there. Plus I'm still hot from the time we spent together in the motel room."

"You can tell us all about that later," said Tom. "How about she does a little whore-dance for us? Or a strip show? Something like that?"

"I don't know how to do that Tom," said Jessica, beet-red in the face. She was nervous and sweat was forming on her forehead and down her back. 

"Show everybody your cunt then!" said Tom, with energy just below a shout. "Let everyone get a better look at your cunt. Stand up, hike up your skirt, and then lay back down on the chair and spread your legs wide."

Jessica looked at her husband. "Do it!" he commanded in a loud voice.

Jessica did as she was told. She stood up and brought the snug skirt up above her waist. "Now sit back down and spread your legs wide," he commanded in the same tone. "Guys, move aside a little bit," said Tom, speaking to the men standing in the middle of the room. "Let everyone get a good look at my wife's cunt." Jessica slowly sat down on the edge of the easy chair. She then rolled back so that her back was on the seat of the chair and her head was against the back of the chair at an awkward angle. Using her hands to stabilize herself on the small of her back she opened her legs and gave the room an easy view of her vagina. She began crying again and her legs were shaking.

"I'm sure this twat is familiar to many of you," said Tom. "Everyone get a good look. Has everyone seen it already? Or are you a first-timer? Nick have you seen my wife's cunt before? Has she shown it to you? Ken, out there in the kitchen...have you seen Jessica's pussy? If either of you guys, Ken or Nick, have fucked my wife in the past, you can tell me now. No need to keep secrets anymore. I won't be upset. I'm no longer upset about my wife being a cheating slut, but I'm ready to do something about it."

Ken squeezed his way into the crowded room. "Tom, I'm only still here because Colleen asked me to stay to make sure Jessica was safe. " He looked at Tom earnestly, waiting for his response.

Tom looked back at him and laughed. "Ha! Like you don't want to see Jessica's pussy? I've seen the way you've looked at her over the years. Check it out. There it is. Grab an eyeful," he said pointing to Jessica in the chair. It was hard for Jessica to see through her tears but there was no mistaking the fact that Ken turned and looked at her in her vulgar and exhibitionist's pose. He was a bit embarrassed but that did not stop him from looking for more than a quick second. The extra second he took was all Tom needed.

"Ah ha!" Tom exclaimed. "I knew you wanted to see it!" Ken got flustered with that and blushed. 

"Folks, this is a very strange situation. I'm not sure what I should do here," said Ken looking around the room. 

"Seems simple to me," said Tom. "You can hang out in the kitchen like you've been doing, you could watch Jessica work, you could go home, or you could get out a buck and take advantage of tonight's discount."

"OK," said Ken, clearly shook up. He walked into the middle of the room, began to approach Jessica and stopped himself. "Jessica, what do you want here?" He couldn't look directly at Jess without getting a full-frontal centerfold view of her genitals so he looked off at an angle. When Jessica didn't respond, he asked, "Do you want to get out of here? You can come stay with Colleen and me."

"My wife has made her choice Ken," said Tom. "Right honey? Nobody's forcing you to do this, right?"

"Jessica?" asked Ken, forcing himself to look past her nudity and into her face.

Jessica shook her head, tears streaking down her face. "I'm staying. I'm going to do what Tom wants me to do," she said with a meek voice. "It's OK Ken, you can go. You don't have to watch this."

"Oh, fuckin' spare me!" yelled Annette. "It's OK Ken, sniff, sniff, sniff....you can go. Poor little Jess is being whored-out and abused." She looked from Jessica to Ken who was still standing in the middle of the room. "Don't believe her bullshit. She's getting off on this. I know her type. In fact," she said getting up, moving Ken aside, and kneeling in front of Jessica's out-stretched legs, "I bet she's wet as hell." She dug the first two fingers of her right hand into Jessica's vagina. They slipped in easily. "See that Ken? She's ready to go. She wants this. Don't believe her little bitch-act. She's wet and ready to fuck."

When Jessica didn't respond but only looked back at Ken blankly, he moved back into the kitchen without saying a word. 

"Thank you Annette," said Tom. "Thank you for putting an end to Jess's little charade. Unless of course, Jess's act is for her customer's benefit. Any of you guys get off on the scared, naughty little girl? The teary-eyed, little innocent girl who's getting taken advantage of?" He said this with a mocking tone.

"It's working for me," said Steve. "I'm dying in these pants. I need to get my dick out before I burst the seams." Steve didn't wait for approval. He finished undoing his pants, unzipped, and pushed his pants and underwear down below his hips. His cock was pointing straight out, nearly fully erect. Tom watched closely as Steve's cock got longer and thicker. Steve did not touch himself, he just stared down at Jessica. As Steve's penis became more fully engorged, it actually began to hang down lower between his legs. Steve had one of those penises that was too large to stand up when erect, Tom mentally noted. Good way to start off, Tom thought, feeling his own penis stiffen even harder. "I want you to take me in your mouth first," said Steve to Jessica. Jessica awkwardly rolled herself back up to a sitting position. She was looking back and forth from Steve's large, erect penis to her husband's face, appearing to be not sure what she should do. Displaying myself in front of a group of people is one thing, thought Jessica, but if I actually start to suck this guy's dick, well, there's no turning back.

Tom broke his wife's indecision when he announced, "For the rest of the evening I'd like you to address my wife as any of the following: 'whore', 'bitch', 'cunt', 'slut', or 'twat'. Jessica got on her knees and took the head of Steve's penis into her mouth as she heard Annette chime in: "or 'Skank', 'Fuckmeat' or 'dirtbag' will work too!" It was at this point that Jessica decided she would give in and not fight this anymore. She would let them do whatever they wanted to do to her. She would obey her husband's every command. She would show them how much of a filthy 'dirtbag' she could be. She felt herself surrendering her dignity and the feeling brought on intense feelings of lust. She opened her mouth wider and took more of Steve's cock into her mouth. She felt the head touch the back of her throat. She moved to grip his cock in her hands but Steve slapped them away. 

'Mouth only," Steve commanded. He pushed his hips slightly forward to drive the head of his cock into Jess's throat. Jessica relaxed not wanting to gag. "That's it, take it bitch," said Steve. Steve pushed harder, forcing Jessica to move her head back. At that point, Steve reached out with his hands and grabbed her head firmly. Jess knew then that his intent was indeed, to gag her. 

"Yeah, gag her with that big dick," said Tom. Jessica peeked over and she could see that her husband was rubbing the front of his pants, clearly turned on at the sight of her on her knees with another man's big penis in her mouth. She put her hands on the front of Steve's thighs hoping to convince Steve to work with her on his thrusts into her mouth and throat. This seemed to work as he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, only going deeper when he felt Jess's throat relax. Pretty soon, he was getting a large proportion of his cock into Jess's mouth. 

"Oh yeah, that's it," said Steve, his hands still on either side of Jess's head, loosely covering her ears. "The bitch sucks a good dick," he announced to the room. "She should be able to make some good bucks with just her mouth. Let's turn sideways so that everyone can see how good you're doing." As if carefully choreographed, Steve and Jess moved sideways while Jess continued to suck his penis. She was working up a hefty amount of saliva to accommodate Steve's large pistoning cock. 

"Suck it bitch!" Annette yelled. "Suck that dick you fuckin' whore!" Annette got up from the couch and stood by Steve and Jess, leaning down towards Jess's face. "You've always been a fucking whore, haven't you? But now it's out in the open. No more secrets Jessica. Now everyone knows you're a cock-sucking whore." Jessica was doing her best to ignore Annette and concentrate on Steve's penis. Realizing this, Annette grabbed Jessica's head. "I'm sorry Steve, I don't mean to interrupt you're getting a good blowjob, but could I borrow her for a sec?" 

"Sure, go ahead," Steve replied, withdrawing his penis from Jessica's mouth. "I think I want to pound her cunt now anyway."

"You heard him, get up!" Annette commanded, her face just inches from Jessica's. Jessica got on her feet. "Bend over!" Jessica turned away from Steve and bent over at the waist. Steve positioned the head of his penis between her pussy lips and circled it around until he found her opening. He pushed just the head of his cock into her and then grabbed her hips. At the same time, Tom moved around slightly so he could get a good view. He didn't want to miss any aspect of watching another man slide his cock into his wife's vagina. Tom felt he was more turned on then he'd ever been in his entire life. He hastily undid his pants and took out his own penis. Hardly aware now of the others in the room, he began to unashamedly masturbate while watching his wife get publicly fucked. 

Annette now crouched on her knees in front of Jessica and took Jess's face in her hands. For a moment Annette only gazed into Jess's face, but then said, "You like this, don't you?" Steve was working his cock deeper into Jessica's cunt. Jess's eyes fluttered as she took more of him into her body. "Oh yeah," continued Annette, "how could you not like that big cock working its way inside you? Any girl should feel lucky to have such a nice big cock to pay her attention....right?" When Jessica didn't respond to Annette's question, Annette shook Jessica's head in her hands. "Right!?" yelled Annette into Jessica's face. Jessica nodded in response. "Speak bitch!" yelled Annette huskily.

"Yes, I'm lucky to be getting such a nice big cock in my pussy," said Jessica breathlessly and softly. 

"Speak up so everyone can hear," Annette commanded.

Jessica turned her head towards the middle of the room. "I'm lucky to be getting a nice big cock in my pussy," she said more loudly than before.

"That's right," said Annette, pulling Jessica's face back to meet hers. "If I were your husband you'd be receiving a beating for being a lying, cheating bitch. Then you'd be out the door with nothing but the trashy clothes on your back. But Tom's too kind to do that to you. You don't deserve Tom. You cheated on him, you've been cheating on him for years, and what does he give you in return? More of what you want. You're getting what you want....isn't that so? Say it bitch! Look at your husband and thank him for giving you what you want." 




Jessica's Intervention



At this point Steve had already worked himself deeply into Jessica's pussy and was thrusting in and out vigorously. He held her firmly by the hips but each of his thrusts send shockwaves through her body. Although it was difficult to speak in such a position, she turned her head again to face the room. Her husband was standing slightly behind her and Steve and she could not find his face. She said anyway, "Thank you Tom for letting me get fucked by this nice man. This is what I want." Steve began to bang her even harder. Waves of pleasure moved through her. Her legs began to tremble as she gave into the fucking. Jessica was close to orgasm and Annette could sense it, along with everyone else in the room. Annette stood up quickly.

"Steve, don't let her cum," Annette said urgently. "Stop, stop." Steve immediately pulled his cock from Jessica's pussy. Jessica gasped at the sudden removal of Steve's penis. Her face showed shock as if cold water had been thrown in it. "Straighten up Jessica," said Annette. "This is not about your pleasure and you getting off. Your job from now on is to get other people off. Turn around and ask your husband what he'd like you to do next." 

Still shaking from the vigorous fucking she'd been getting just moments ago, Jessica turned to face her husband. She kept her head down, her hair falling into her face. She could see that Tom was stroking his penis. She did not look up into his face. "What would you have me do, my husband?" She asked softly. 

After a moment of consideration, Tom replied, "You'll do what Annette tells you to do."

Jessica hung her head even lower. Annette grabbed her and whirled her around. She took Jessica's head into her hands and raised her face up to meet hers. "You are SO mine, bitch!" she said with an evil smirk on her face, and then spat into Jessica's face.

















Chapter Four

Later that evening, hours after everyone had left their home, Jessica lay in bed next to her sleeping husband, exhausted in every way, but unable to sleep. So much had happened in such a short time and her mind was buzzing. Her body was making it very clear that what had happened had not been some kind of amazing and bizarre sex dream. Her senses and nerves were still agitated and she could feel the blood coursing through her veins. She was sore all over, in her orifices and deep into her muscles. Even her hands were sore from all of the grasping, pulling and steadying herself in awkward positions. Whenever she closed her eyes images filled her mind. Mostly of penises and scrotums and men's backsides but also, most disturbingly, of Annette's face. Annette's angry, snarling face. The way her upper lip moved up in a sneer as she barked out commands into Jessica's face. 

Jessica lightly touched her kneecaps. They were raw from being on them for hours and she winced as her fingertips contacted them. She would need to take care of them in the morning, she thought. Tom snored next to her. She could feel his arm along her left-side. She did not feel the comfort she normally felt by having him sleeping next to her. He was no longer her protector, her refuge from life's storms. He was no longer her loving and dutiful husband. He was her pimp. 

She decided that after a few more minutes, after she was sure Tom was deeply asleep, she would get up and take a shower. There would be no sleeping for her on this night, of that she was sure. She badly needed a shower. I am absolutely covered and filled with semen, she thought, not without some disgust. It was in her ass, still leaking out of her vagina, in her belly, and drying all over her body. Worst of all, there was a lot of it that had dried in her hair. In her beautiful hair that had just been washed, cut and shaped when she had arrived home that afternoon. She had been given no time to look in the mirror before Tom brought her to bed but she could just image how awful she looked. Her beautiful black hair wet with cum, spit, and sweat. And her breath! She couldn't stand the smell of her own breath. She couldn't believe that Tom has been so willing to kiss her after what had been done in her mouth that night. But he did, he kissed her deeply and repeatedly. He kissed her constantly as he was fucking her in their bed. He came in her, and then after a few minutes, he was fucking her again, and then he came again. It was the first time in their marriage that Jessica had witnessed her husband having an orgasm more than once in a night. Despite being tired from what had gone in their living room and responding to Annette's increasingly outrageous demands, she had given herself completely to her husband. Responding to his movements, embracing him as hard as he embraced her. Kissing him, pulling his mouth hard against hers. She never once flagged. When Tom collapsed exhausted next to her, she rolled him on his back and rubbed his back until he fell asleep, despite the soreness of her hands. She was impressed with her own stamina.

After listening to Tom's snores for a minute more, Jessica stood up from the bed. Sure enough, semen came leaking out of her vagina and down her right thigh. Normally, this would have her reaching quickly for a tissue or something to wipe it off of her leg, but after this night, well it just didn't seem like that big of a deal. She walked slowly to the master bathroom feeling sore all over. Her jaw ached, her knees burned, and she felt so fucking sticky! Her plan was to stay in the shower until the hot water ran out. She was already completely naked so she was grateful she needn't bend over and remove any stockings. She wanted to just get into the shower and avoid looking in the mirror but she couldn't stop herself. The mirror seemed to command her to look. She didn't look all that bad, she thought, but her hair was indeed a mess. It hung in clumps around her face. She reached up and ran her hands through it, working out the tangles and searching for the clumps of dried semen. There were a lot of clumps of dried and still-drying semen. She had Annette to thank for that. Annette had given everyone the idea to ejaculate in her hair when she had jacked her boyfriend Andrew off and aimed his spurting cock-head squarely into her hair. Andrew's first orgasm of the evening produced a copious amount of semen, and at first it hung in her hair in a big blob, but then as it thinned out it began dripping down onto her body. The feeling of it reminded Jessica of lewd and vulgar images from porn flicks. 

She breathed in deeply and sighed. 

Did this really happen? She thought to herself. The stickiness and soreness testified to the fact that it most certainly did. Jessica looked at herself one last time, shook her head, and turned to get into the shower. A thought occurred to her and she stopped and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash. She was still rinsing her mouth with the Listerine as she got into the shower. As the hot water began cascading over her body she spit out the mouthwash when she could no longer take its burning effect in her mouth. Despite the scouring effect of the mouthwash, Jessica couldn't rid herself of the sense that should could still taste everything that had been squirted, spurted, and inserted into her mouth that evening. She had been made into a receptacle for spit, sweat, cum, and even piss....and worse. As she showered, she pissed long and hard, hoping that she was cleaning herself on the inside as well as on the out. 

...

Jessica was dreaming.

In her dream she was running through a gauntlet of men with obscenely and absurdly large penises, as big as baseball bats. As she moved through the rows of men, which seemed to go on forever, they were hitting her with their penises and trying to knock her down. They were trying to trip her up and tangle her legs between their ridiculously long cocks. The further she went the harder the men were beating her with their cocks. Then they started to squirt water out of their cocks, as if they were fire hoses. But it wasn't water, it was something slippery and this caused her to fall. She was on the ground now and the men circled around her, beating her with their cocks and hosing her down with the cock fluid. She covered her face and squeezed up into a ball trying to protect herself....

Tom was shaking her awake.

"Wake up Jess," he said. "You're obviously having a bad dream." Jessica found herself curled into the fetal position she had been dreaming about. She looked up at Tom who was standing over her. He was naked and as her eyes began to focus she could see that he had an erection.

"Tom, what are doing?" she asked. 

"Nothing," he replied. "Just looking at my sexy, hot wife." After a beat he said, "Ok, and maybe jerking off a bit." Jessica groaned softly and sat up in the bed. She was naked too and pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged herself tightly. "What time is it?" she murmured.

"It's early," Tom said. "About six."

"Why are you up so early?" she asked.

"We went to bed pretty early Jessica."

"What time was it when we came to bed?"

"Probably only about 9 or 9:30."

"I'm exhausted," Jessica said sleepily.

"I'm sure you are," said Tom with energy in his voice. "You were a fucking sex machine last night. You were awesome." He was stroking himself now. 

"Are you going to want to fuck again?" she asked him.

"Nah, that's OK," Said Tom. "I'm horny as hell, but I want to stay this way. We have a lot to talk about. If you want, get some more sleep and we'll talk later. I've got big plans Jess, big plans." He was stroking his penis harder now and then suddenly stopped. He bent down and kissed Jessica on the top of her head.

...

Later that morning Jessica walked into the kitchen to find Tom looking at pictures on his digital camera.

"You've got to see some of these pictures Jess, they're incredible," he said.

"That's OK," she replied. "I've got all of those pictures in my head."

"I shot some great video too," he said excitedly.

"What are you going to do with it all?" asked Jessica as she moved to the coffee maker. She felt she badly needed some coffee. She was still sore and tired from the sexual circus she had performed in the night before. She was nude beneath the silk bathrobe she wore.

"It's all going on your website," said Tom, still flipping through the pictures on his camera.

"Website?" she asked absently, still focused on getting the coffee-maker going. As she was putting the filters into the coffee maker, the term "website" finally registered. "Wait a minute, website? What website?"

"The website for your business," he said matter-of-factly.

"Are you serious?" she asked with a touch of exasperation. Tom looked up from his camera and saw that his wife was looking at him intently, waiting for his response.

"Yes I'm serious," he said with a firm tone. "Last night was just the beginning and your introduction to our new world. You agreed to become a prostitute. Of course you remember that, don't you?"

"Yes, I remember Tom. I remember everything about last night. But I thought after last night, you would have gotten this preposterous idea out of your head. I took my punishment last night, Tom."

"How many times did you cum last night Jessica?"

"That's not the point. Yes, OK, last night was not all punishment. Yes, I did get off on the sex, but the punishment was the humiliation. And the sex was certainly not on my terms. I was ordered around, made to do stuff that I wouldn't normally do, and let that bitch Annette totally control me. Not to mention being totally and completely humiliated in front our friends and neighbors! Can you image what they're talking about this morning?!"

"Yes, I can imagine," Tom said.

"I was forced to drink piss last night Tom!"

"I know," he said, "I've got it all here on video".

"I'm glad you're enjoying all of this," said Jessica, starting to get angry. Sensing this, Tom put down his camera.

"Jessica," he began slowly, "come sit." Jessica took the kitchen next to him.

Tom looked at Jessica squarely in the eyes and said, "Jessica, I know that last night was a freak show, however, I was serious about what I said and asked of you. This is not on the table again for discussion and debate. I'm ready to end this marriage if that's what you'd prefer." He stopped there and waited. Seconds passed. Jessica realized that although it was strange after what transpired in their living room last night, that she could doubt Tom's seriousness of his proposition, she had been still questioning if this was for real or not. It all seemed so surreal. Twenty-four hours ago, everything had been normal. At least, the lifestyle that had been normal for her. Yes, she was no longer working and yes, she had been spending more time on the Internet arranging sexual liaisons, but she had still felt in control. 

"So I become a whore...for real....or we get divorced?"

"It's as simple as that," replied Tom.

Jessica was a mixture of emotions. She felt her ego wrestling for control. She felt sexual excitement at the idea of having sex, and making money doing it. She felt repulsed at having sex with men she was not attracted to. She felt excitement at the idea of having adventures with powerful and attractive men who wanted to have no-strings-attached flings. She felt immoral and ashamed at the illegality of it. Most of all, she felt her ego not wanting to let Tom call the shots in their marriage. He had never 'called the shots'. If anything, she had. The tables had turned, and she realized it. She also realized that she loved Tom.

"Do we have to start off with a website?"

"That's my girl," Tom said with a smile. As Jessica got up to finish making her coffee, he said, "We'll start off with craigslist. I've already written your Ad. And I got you a separate cell phone to take calls on. We have to go over your prices and services. So how much do we want to charge for a blow job?"

Jessica turned and looked at her husband and simply said, "Lots."

Chapter Five

CL -> Montview -> personals -> casual encounters:

Mar 16 – Let's Party! – w4m – 37 – NH

Party girl here, loves fun times with generous men of all types. Clean, discreet, my place or yours. I'm fit, 5'2" brunette, married with hubby's permission to party. Email for pics. Call 555-932-1921.

"So, 'generous' is the keyword for the fact that I'm a working girl?" Jessica asked after reading the Ad.

"Yes," said Tom.

"And this Ad is already up and live?"

"It is."

"So my phone is already working?"

"Yes, it's a prepaid phone and it's ready to go."

"Wow, you've wasted no time, huh?"

"Is the time of doubt over now Jessica?"

Jessica sighed and said, "Yeah, it's over. " She thought for a moment. "We need to talk about last night still. You do realize that there were no condoms used and we were all having unsafe sex?"

"Yes, I realize," said Tom.

"I'm going to need to get tested, and I think you should too."

"You're right, we should," said Tom.

"I'm not fucking anybody again without condoms. At least when I was running around, I was always using condoms and keeping you safe. I want you to know that."

"I appreciate that Jessica," Tom said with a little laugh. "It's the least you could do, right?"

The sarcasm was not lost on Jessica. She rolled her eyes and said, "OK, so let's talk about these 'services' and prices."

"Well," Tom began. "There's the standard fucking and sucking, hand jobs, and hourly rate for guys who just want your time and company. Then there are specialty services."

"I think fucking, sucking, and giving hand jobs is enough Tom" said Jessica, cutting in.

"Oh no," said Tom quickly. "Any woman can fuck, suck, and jerk guys off. But you're going to offer things like rim jobs, gang bangs, and golden showers...giving and receiving. You know, dirty and perverted stuff."

"So basically you want me to do the nasty shit you watch on the internet?"

"How do you know what I watch on the Internet Jessica?" Tom asked, looking up at her and raising his eyebrows. He was seated at his computer so that he could show Jessica the craigslist Ad.

"Well," she said, "if truth be known. I've snooped on your computer too." Tom nodded his head, not surprised. "You know, you should really try to hide some of that stuff. Some of it is awful. People throwing up, pissing, and shitting on each other. Do you really get off on that stuff?"

"What I get off on is none of your business," Tom said dryly.

"The fuck it isn't!" said Jessica incredulously.

"Yeah, that's true," said Tom chagrined. "We're deep into each other's sexual business now. Literally. The question is, why weren't we before?" Jessica had no answer for that, but the question was intriguing. Yeah, why have we tried to keep such secrets from each other?

"Well, I'm not letting anyone take a shit on me," said Jessica firmly. "Fuck that."

"What if some guy wants you to take a shit on him?"

Jessica shook her head. "I can't even believe we're having this conversation. What if some guy wants me to take a shit on him? I don't know. That's so gross. How much is he paying me?"

"Now you're thinking like a whore Jessica!"

"Shut up jerk," snapped Jessica, but she was also smiling. She stopped smiling when a memory came back to her from last night. It was a memory of Annette, of course. Once Annette had taking over the proceedings, she was non-stop. At one point, Annette had pulled Jessica away from a cock she had been sucking, should couldn't remember whose, put Jessica on her back and straddled her face. At that point, Annette had removed her pants and panties and had been walking around the room half-naked.

"You're going to learn to eat pussy now, whore!" Annette had announced. By then, all fight was out of Jessica and she let Annette lower her pussy to her face. "Lick it bitch! Lick it good. Eat that cunt. Suck my clit." This had been a first for Jessica. She'd never done anything of a bi-sexual nature before. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and searched for Annette's clitoris. Annette never gave her a chance to be delicate. "Don't be shy bitch," she yelled, and proceeded to smash down her pussy into Jessica's face. She was very wet and ran her pussy lips all over Jessica's face. "You like that? You like my cunt? Eat it cunt-face. You're going to eat plenty of cunt as a whore too. It's not all about dick, ya know. You're going to have to learn how to eat pussy. Oh, and something else you're going to learn to do. Check this out everyone!" Everyone had already been checking out what was going on.

Annette got up onto her feet in a squatting position, and placed her pussy over Jessica's face. "Open your mouth bitch....I need to piss." Although Jessica opened her mouth obediently, Annette's aim was no good. She proceeded to piss all over Jessica's face, only getting some of it in her mouth. "You like that, piss face? How's that taste? Drink it! Drink my dirty piss. You piss-toilet whore. You can't eat pussy for shit, but at least you make a good toilet." Everyone was crowding around trying to get a good view of Annette relieving herself on Jessica's face and in her mouth. When she was done, Annette stood up, bent over and spat in Jessica's face again. She straightened up, and announced to everyone in the room: "The toilet is now open. If you need to go, there's where to go." As she said this she was pointing down at Jessica. She bent over again and said, only to Jessica, "You'd better hope that no one needs to take a dump."

Coming out of the memory, she saw that Tom was typing a list on his computer. She bent down to look at it more closely. He was creating a spreadsheet and on it he had the following list:


Vaginal Intercourse    $300 




Jessica's Intervention



Anal Intercourse      $400 
Blow Job           $100 
Hand Job           $50 
Rim Job           $100
Golden Shower      $50 (give) $500 (receive) 
Brown Shower      $100 (give) receive? 
Companion Time      $100/hour 
Group Rates           TBD 
Female           TBD 
Striptease           TBD 
Video Modeling      TBD 

"I already told you, I'm not doing brown shower stuff. And I don't think I'm doing piss-stuff either," said Jessica, after reviewing what he had so far. 

"You had no problem doing 'piss-stuff' last night," replied Tom. 

"I'm sorry, did it look like I was having a good time when Annette pissed in my face? And was I smiling after a few of the guys had taken a leak in my mouth? Was all that coughing I was doing trying to swallow that rancid, awful stuff, a sign of pleasure?"

"We're talking business here Jess, not just about pleasure," Tom answered.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed watching your wife get used as a human urinal," said Jessica sarcastically.

"I did, actually," said Tom turning to look at her.

"Fuck off," she said angrily, wanting to spit in his face. "Open your mouth, see how you like it." Tom opened his mouth without hesitation. Accepting the invitation, Jessica spit a little bit of saliva into Tom's mouth. 

He smiled, and said, "thank you."

"Fucking pervert," said Jessica, still with some heat in her voice.

"You know it baby," said Tom.

Suddenly turned on, Jessica kissed her husband viciously. She smashed her lips into his and drove her tongue into his mouth. She reached for his crotch, found his hard cock, and began tugging on it. A minute later she was on her knees sucking Tom's penis as he continued to type on the computer.

"How much should we charge for bachelor parties?" Tom asked as she sucked his cock and fingered her pussy at the same time.