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Jimmy's Wife Jessica

By: wifetrapper



If you follow my stories you know I have a condescending attitude towards women in general. And, that women are a treacherous lot. 

Jimmy was suspicious of his wife Jessica cheating on him. I had never met either of them. He is a friend one of my wife trapper buddies. My buddy said that Jessica was pretty sweet, but that he would be surprised if Jessica wasn't cheating on Jimmy.

Jimmy, on the other hand, was a good looking guy, but extremely stupid. Dumb like a fucking rock. He started to tell me his story, along with my buddy reminding him not to leave out some of the parts of it.

"Jessie and I knew each other from high school. It took me a long time to ask her out. After a few dates I decided to try to fuck her. I guess we were thinking the same thing because that night her parents were out and she took me to her house."

"That sounded pretty easy," I stated.

"She told me she did it with a few of other boys, starting when she was just fourteen, but went on about how she really liked it with me. We were both seventeen at the time and I had never even seen a girl naked, let alone fuck one."

"Did she date a lot of other boys?" I asked.

"Yeah, quite a few actually."

"So, pretty popular?"

"She seemed to always have a date. She turned me down several times before I finally asked her to a concert she really wanted to see. Plus, I took her to a really nice place to eat."

Sounds like a typical broad to me. The poor guy wasn't interesting until her blew a whole week's pay on the girl. Jimmy went on to tell me Jessica dated a lot of boys, but was very selective about having sex. She claimed she and Jimmy were exclusive when he asked her to marry him.

My thoughts on women being honest about sex partners is to adjust what ever number they tell you. If they tell you one, it is probably three. If they tell you two or three it is probably somewhere between five and ten. A four or five probably means fifteen or twenty.

In Jessica's case she told Jimmy it was twelve boys over three years. Then she asked him if that seemed like a lot to him. In this case I am thinking "SLUT", but let's give the girl a chance. She admitted to twelve, so there couldn't be more than sixty or eighty.

I hadn't been filled in on why Jimmy thought Jessica might be cheating on him and almost laughed in his face when he told me she was a bartender in a nude bar down by the rail yard. I know the place. There was no way a wife would go down there looking for her husband or why a decent person for any reason would not be scared shitless in that part of town after dark.

"I love Jessie and really don't think she would cheat on me, but sometimes I just feel a little unsure about it. If you fellows could check it out it would be a load off my mind. When you go down there she doesn't use Jessica as her name because she if afraid some stalker will try to find where she lives. Just look for a redhead named Brandy."

"Brenda?" I had to mess with him.

"No, Brandy! Like in bottle."

"Oh, shit ... " I looked at my buddy and I honestly think he was thinking we were going to be able to relieve Jimmy's trouble mind.

"Listen fellows, Jess works from 6PM to 2AM. I work 11PM to 7 AM. So, I usually hang around there until about 10:15 keeping a eye on her. I just wonder if anything happens after I leave for work."

"So, she is home when you get off work?"

"Usually, every now and then there is a lot of clean up and she just crashes at a girlfriends house rather than drive home. She sleeps in and comes home by ten in the morning."

"Yeah, I don't think I see any problems. Let me drop by there and check it out a few times. Maybe switch off with one of the other guys just to shake it up." I hope he didn't pick up my mocking him.

I showed up at the bar the next night. Dumbass Jimmy didn't bother to tell me she has Tuesdays off. Then again, I didn't ask what nights she works. So, I hit it again the next night at about nine o'clock. Jimmy has a seat back by a wall and I take a seat at the bar so I can meet "Brandy".

Maybe I should have already guessed, but her name tag revealed it is "Brandi" with an "i".

Brandi turns out to be a pretty good looking chick. Probably a step better than Jimmy, so I guess the guy did alright. She makes a great looking bartender with a cute smile, red hair and blue eyes. First you notice the boobs. Nice big boobs. Nice big natural looking boobs under a t-shirt that states, "Hey, my eyes are up here." Cute. Not hard to tell there is no bra.

When she turned around to get a bottle off the back bar I see something that doesn't usually come along with a great rack. Brandi has a great ass. Unless she is standing on a built up platform she must be about five foot nine and the figure is pretty trim. Like she gives the body a good work out.

She was giving it a good work out now. Showing the cleavage and then stretching on her toes to make her legs and ass look perfect. What's a girl to do that gets ninety percent of her income from tips? Brandi knew how to play the came.

I hadn't been in a nude bar in years. Mainly the reason was the loud fucking music. And, the music in here was loud. A couple of girls on stage were down to the garters and guys were stuffing dollars into them along with a lot of whooping and hollering to go along with the loud music.

When I turned back to the bar Brandi was standing in front of me. My eyes locked on the freckles on the tops of her tits when I understood her to say, "Can't you read?"

"Read what?"

"My shirt says that my eyes are up here."

I looked up to her eyes and she had a big grin. Then I guess she stomped her heels into the floor to make her tits bounce and quiver. It was a show all in itself.

"What can I get ya?"

"What do you have that come in pairs?" I asked.

"Aren't you clever? I've never heard that before," she mocked me.

"I'll have a straight Coca-Cola, on the rocks."

Bringing back my coke with ice Brandi tells me, "Now if this gets to be too much for ya, big fella, we have the cab company's number right here posted on the bar. That'll be $4.50 for the man beverage."

I handed her a five and told her to keep it. Brandi stood in place and I handed her a dollar more. "Wow, if you keep throwing money at me like that I'll have you kissing me between the legs."

"Really? How much more would that cost?"

"You couldn't afford it!"

"If I can't afford it, I guess there must be a price on it."

"Just keep up the sweet talk, honey, and maybe you'll get a freebie. Or, maybe you can just go fuck yourself."

I'd say Brandi can handle herself. I kind of liked it. I turned around to look at Jimmy and got the big thumbs up. Then I staked out a table along the other wall for myself.

The crowd started to grow and got louder as the evening wore on. I'll swear the music got louder as well. About 10:30 Jimmy got up and headed for the door. He looked at me and did the hand pistol thing with the thumb coming down on the index finger and blew away some fake smoke. Then pointed at me and left the bar in my hands to see what happens after he leaves Brandi unsupervised. Oh, to be so cool as that Jimmy!

I decided to move back to the bar to try my luck at being abused by Brandi again.

"Hey, sugar, back for more? You were kind of cute when you skulked away with you little soft drink earlier."

"Well, I wanted to see if you were one of those women that got better looking as the night wore on. It doesn't fucking look like it! Hit me again with the soda pop, but this time make it diet."

"Whoa, you make me wet just listening to you order like that. Did you notice my nipples poke out when you said 'Diet'?"

I gave her another six bucks and she told me to try to make my drink last that she was going to be busy for a while.

With that she motioned one of the waitresses over to tend the bar. A group in the crowd around the stage were chanting "Brandi, Brandi, Brandi". She gave me a big smile and bounced over to the stage. And, the fucking music got louder. Not just hearing, but brain damage loud.

Bradi went up the steps and yelled, Howdy, fellas!!!"

Just about everyone shouted "Howdy" back to her.

"What do you guys want to see?"

"Pussy!!!" came the loud response.

Brandi gave a laugh that no one could hear over the music and she started to move with the song playing. All the yelling and shouting stopped as everyone just froze and they watched Brandi take off the top and jiggle the tits. She kept her Black shorts on that made her ass look so good and danced around the edge of the stage with guys stuck bills into her garters.

About half way through the next song Brandi went back to center stage and teased the crowd with her ass. Rolling her hips and rubbing her pussy with her hand on the front of her shorts. Then she undid a button and danced around with the fingers from one hand in the front of her shorts. Moving back to the edge of the stage again the hands starting stuffing the garters again.

I've always be a guy to stand back and watch on the other guy's dollar. You know, close enough to see, but too far away to pay. I was starting to move in closer because this I had to see. I was actually going to let loose with a buck when Brandi skipped back to center stage again. She bent over to give a good view of her pussy lips through the shorts. Then stood up and worked them down her thighs and legs to the floor.

Poor fucking Jimmy. He thought his wife was still tending bar, but he hadn't been gone twenty minutes when 'Brandi' was on the stage totally nude with guys hands trying to brush her pussy as they put money in her garters. 

Brandi danced the edge again collecting cash. I got near and put a dollar in there myself. I went to put in another when I saw all I had was a twenty. I was working the garter belt when the song ended and it got deathly quiet. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Brandi screamed at me.

I had several bills in my hand that I had removed from the garter. "All I had was a twenty. I was making change." 

Then I put the twenty in her garter and added two more dollars bills. Several of the crowd laughed. Then rest of them grabbed me and headed for the door to throw my ass out.

"Wait, he's okay. Maybe a little crazy, but he's okay. Let him stay." Brandi rescued me.

They turned me loose, but not until after throwing me into a table.

Brandi picked up her clothes and while still holding them mingled with the patrons. Some were still handing her money and I could see it was in exchange for a feel of her pussy. She went nude into the dressing room and came out dressed again and starting working at the bar. The crowd started to leave and about half were gone in no time. I guess they were regulars coming in just to see and fondle Brandi.

I was trying to come up with something else clever to say when I went back to the bar. Instead a couple of dancers came up to me and sat at the table I had up righted and was using.

"That was funny as hell. She wanted your ass thrown out, but knew it would look better for her if you got to stay. She really knows how to work a crowd, and men are putty in her hands."

"Sorry, girls, I'm not the guy that buys a round of drinks for the ladies."

"Oh, fuck no! Let us buy you one."

Wow, two ladies letting me look down their shirts and willing to buy me a drink. "Diet Coke!"

One of the girls went to the bar. She spoke to Brandi and Brandi looked at me and gave me the finger. I guess the Diet drink was the tip off. I hope she didn't spit in it. She met me eye to eye, it looked like she put her hand in the front of her pants, and then stirred my inside glass with her finger. Then she flipped me off again.

I gave my drink a wary look when the girl returned. "It looked like she ran her finger in her pussy and then my glass."

"Oh, she did. It's a wonder she didn't charge me extra."

I gave a nod to Brandi and raised my glass before drinking. It got a smile from her and a bit of a pelvic thrust.

"Anyone that gives her a hard time is a friend of ours. She started the dancing about a year ago. She would wait for her dumbass husband to leave and hit the stage. It got pretty bad because the men would hold their money for when she danced and then most left soon after she was done."

The other girl joined in. I think their names were something like Pepper and Ginger. I remember asking them if they were the Spice Girls. "We finally came to an agreement that what ever she got dancing she would split with the rest of the girls working. It' 50/50 but she counts it. We still get more than we did when we danced alone. So, I guess there is good and bad."

"I was trying to piss her off. I guess it worked. She sure hates me." I said.

"No, she doesn't" That's just her. She starts a hate relationship because she likes it. I'll bet you twenty bucks she fucks you by Friday. Trust me it has happened a lot before."

"Do you mean she screws around on her hubby?"

"Hey, I don't think there are many nights she doesn't. She uses some of her cash to keep her own place that her Jimmy doesn't know about. She'll get a mark like you and ask for a ride home. Then on the way home she will come up with some story about most of her tips go to the bar and she is short on the rent or the water bill or the cable bill."

"Yeah, the other girl took over. Then the guy will think he will be the hero by paying what she owes to help her out and that she will fuck him."

"Does she?"

"Usually. It's just a way to get paid to fuck without calling herself a whore. I've had several guys telling me they are paying the same bills. She even uses the story that she is married and needs money to fix her husband's truck or the like. Guys like to fuck a woman that is cheating on her husband."

"Are saying she has guys in here she fucks on a regular basis?"

The girls looked at each other and nodded, "On any given night there are probably ten guys in the bar that are fucking her on a regular basis. I know there have been nights some guy would show up at her apartment about the time she was needing to head home to Jimmy. I know she tells Jimmy she works late and stays over at a girlfriends house when she is fucking some guy to pay her fake water bill."

"Don't apartments usually include the water in the rent?" I asked?

"Oh yeah, but she tells them she is three months behind. It's usually good for a couple of hundred."

"Do you two do that?"

"Sometimes. It's part of the game."

The girls shut up abruptly and I looked up as Brandi set a glass down on the table in front of me. 

"Here is another diet soda. I want to see what you are like totally shit faced."

"I'll bet this one won't taste as good." Thinking about the finger stirring the last one.

"Oh, it will. Trust me it will!" Brandi smiled and the other girls scattered leaving us alone at the tiny table.

"Did you get an earful about me from those two?"

"No, they were trying to get me to give one of them a ride home. Then the one was going on and on about being past due on her water bill."

"Did you believe that shit?"

"No, I think they were conning me," trying to act like I knew better.

"Well, you could give me a ride home, and my water bill is paid. What do you say?"

"Sure, be glad to do it."

Brandi went back to work at the bar and I sat at the table until closing. She gave me a wink and I went out to wait for her in the old truck. About half an later she came outside. I fired up the engine and she walked by me, got in here own car and went home, giving me the finger as she drove by me. Leaving me sitting there in the parking lot.

She might be a slut, but she plays a good game.

The next morning Jimmy called me on the way home from work. I told him I didn't see her over friendly with any man and that I sat in the parking lot and watched her leave by herself to go home. I was tempted to tell him all I knew, but I wanted to continue the game with a very worthy adversary.

I hit the bar again the next night. Other than bringing me over diet cokes on the house all evening I didn't interact much with Brandi. Soon after Jimmy hit the door to go to work the waitress took over the bar and Jessica/Brandi took the stage. It was pretty much the same scramble to stuff money in her garter and look at her wet pussy from the usual crowd.

One man across the room pretty much took my approach and sat and watched the show while letting the fools provide the cash. About midnight as the crowd thinned the other cheap bastard came over and asked to sit at my table.

"Are you a regular here?"

"No, not really." I answered.

"I see you and that bartender that danced looking at each other. Are you friends?"

"What? Me and Brandi? No not hardly."

"I was hoping you were. I'd give a thousand dollars just to fuck her once."

"Oh Shit! Are you serious?"

"Do you think she'd do it?"

"We have kind of a hate/hate thing going. I'd love to ask?"

I was out of my seat in a heartbeat. This was going to be a good test. "Hey, Brandi," I called as I bellied up to the bar.

"What do you want? Diet soda getting to ya?"

"No, you see that guy that sat at my table over there?"

"You mean Mr. Fancy Pants?"

"Oh, I didn't notice his clothes."

"Well, you might try. He is dressed way better than you."

"Funny ... hey he liked your little naked dance. He says he'd give a thousand dollars to fuck you."

"You think I'm a whore? I'll scratched your fucking face off for you."

"No, I thought it would be funny to ask. Since we are such good friends, and all."

"A thousand dollars? He is kind of cute. He seems kinky to me. Does he seem kinky to you?" she asked while stretching her neck to get a better look at him.

"Shit, what do I know about kinky? I'll go tell him you said no."

"Wait a minute. A thousand dollars could fix my husband's truck and buy a new water heater." She is looking him over again.

"Is that a yes or no?"

"I'll fuck him if he gives me money to fix my husband's truck and buy a new water heater."

"I'll go tell him."

"Wait! You're going with us. I've got a gun I'll give you. If he tries anything kinky, you shoot the motherfucker."

"I'm not your pimp and I'm not shooting anybody. If you are getting your husband's truck fixed and a new water heater a little kinky won't hurt you."

"No, you have to be there. He's your friend ... "

"He's not my friend. I met him ten minutes ago. I met you yesterday. Are you people fucking nuts?"

"I'm not nuts!" Brandi was offended. Don't ever tell me I'm crazy." She yelled at me. Whoa, shit, and this broad has a gun?

I went back to the table. I don't even know the guy's name. Still don't know it. "Dude, we're on. We'll be going to her place after the bar closes."

"What do you mean we? Are you her pimp?"

"No, she thinks you are my friend. She is a little scared. You fuck her in the bedroom and I'll sit in her kitchen or something. She won't do it unless I am there."

"Man ... doesn't she have a girlfriend or something that can look out for her? I don't want some guy staring at my asshole while I fuck her."

"You need to know the rest ... she's not a whore. She's fucking you because you are paying to fix her husband's truck and buy a new water heater."

"Dear Lord!"

"Not only that, but if you try anything kinky I have orders to shoot to kill."

"You have a gun?'

"No, she is loaning me hers?"

"She has a gun?"

"Apparently so."

"Would you fuck her if you were me?"

"That depends ... if I were you would you still be buying? I'd like to fuck her. The danger can only make it better. If she doesn't kill you maybe her husband will."

"She has a husband?"

"Hey, she may stand us up anyway. Are you in or not?"

I got the okay and gave Brandi the thumbs up. She didn't stand us up and all three of us drove their own vehicle over to the apartment she pretended was her full time home.


Jimmy's Wife Jessica Ch. 02



If you follow my stories you know I have a condescending attitude towards women in general. And, that women are a treacherous lot. 


Jimmy was suspicious of his wife Jessica cheating on him. It went way beyond cheating and I had gotten involved myself. Jimmy hadn't called for a couple of days. That was a big relief to me because I couldn't decide to tell Jimmy that his wife working under the nickname Brandi at the bar was really quite a whore.

I showed up the following night at the bar after the blowjob at Jessica's little hideout that Jimmy had no idea existed. Passing up the chance to fuck her in fear of getting some kind of penis rot had me at odds with my own self.

That kind of feeling is why I say women rule the world through a guy's penis. I usually don't go for the Jessica type, but her Brandi cover name and the character she becomes after Jimmy leaves are real fucking intriguing. Cheating on her husband makes her naughty. Working in a nude bar serving drinks makes her even more naughty with all the naked ladies on the stage.

Then when hubby leaves and she turns whorish really gets to me. My ex-wife went cock crazy and even went to the black cock. This little babe really does it because she enjoys the fuck and is stashing cash that guys voluntarily give her.

I'm afraid the next time I get the offer I won't be able to say no. I'm even more afraid I may have to pay to fix Jimmy's old truck to get to fuck her.

Jimmy had done his usual routine in sitting around watching his wife at the bar and then leaving at 10:30 to go to work. He didn't act like he knew me. Or, maybe knew me too well. Anyway, he left with no acknowledgement I was even there.

I'd been over to the bar a couple of times for the diet coke and getting slammed for not drinking hard liquor by Brandi. When I got back to the table this last time I looked up and there was the fancy pants guy across the room staring at me.

After just dropping a grand to fuck Brandi is he possibly back for more? The guy either has a serious problem or a serious bank account. He walked over to my table and sat down.

"How you been?" I asked.

"Fine. I couldn't get that girl out of my head. I need to fuck her again. Do you think I could help with her rent like she said? Fuck her for another thousand?"

"Don't you know there is cheaper pussy to be had than that? I'm sure for a couple of hundred there are some other girls in here that could be had."

"This is my last night here. May never be back again. Besides, if you could fuck her once or one of the others five times for the same money what would you do?"

"I told you before, I really don't know her. And, I don't even know your name."

"Harold, my name is Harold." he shouted over the loud music. God Damn it I hate loud music. Loud music and movies with little kids and monkeys in them.

"Okay, Harold. I'll go ask as soon as I take a piss. These diet cokes are going right through me."

I got up and crossed the room to the hallway to the restrooms. I liked the restrooms here because they took you past the dressing rooms for the dancers. Even though they go on stage nude I get a kick of seeing on of them getting dressed or a flash of pussy or tit.

Done at the urinal, I washed my hands and headed back down the hall hoping to catch a peek. Right across from the dressing room door was one marked office. Without warning the door flung open and Brandi grabbed me by my belt and pulled me inside. There was a desk, a file cabinet, and a couple of chairs. There was also a twin size bed.

Brandi started grabbing at her clothes. "Get undressed. I see our buddy with the money is back. I figure he wants some more pussy and knowing how you are about sloppy seconds I thought I'd better get to you now."

"What? We're going to have sex in this office?"

"This office has had plenty of sex in it sweetie. And, you're about to fuck me now. We'll let moneybags have the sloppy seconds and see if he notices."

That was amazing. I never gave another thought to disease or maybe my dick falling off. I probably would have put my face in it first if she had asked. Brandi fell back on the bed with her legs spread. That revealed her thinly covered red haired pussy and the lips looking like they were reaching out to take the head of my cock inside them. I rolled right between her thighs and started to bump her pussy with my cock.

Normally I like a woman to guide me inside her, but also like to line it up and shove it in her as well. This time, maybe from Brandi's experience, the second nudge placed my cockhead right at her cunt slit. Before I got the chance to stroke down she rocked up and had half of me inside her. I covered her with my body and started fucking. She was fucking me back even harder.

To catch a breath and not cum in ten seconds I stopped and raised up to look into her face. She was watching me with those blue eyes while I noticed those cute freckles across her nose. I looked down to admire the same freckles on her tits and her nipples where hard and pointed. I lowered my face and started to kiss her boobs and suck her nipples.

Brandi started fucking me again and I was worried about losing it when I guess I got a second chance from somewhere and really started putting it to her. I'll swear we had the bed moving across the floor as I was getting my ass up and giving her some deep and fast stokes. Brandi starting moaning and biting her lip, I guess as not to scream as she began to cum on my cock.

That set me off and almost instantly she had a cunt full of my seed. That was some intense pussy. No wonder Harold had come back for more of it. Speaking of Harold, Brandi was trying to get me up and off of her.

"Come on let me give it a quick wipe and get back out there. You go first. I'll follow. Try to get another thousand from the guy, if you can."

I watched her grab several tissues, wipe her cunt and pull on her panties before she shooed me from the room.

Back at the table Harold asked why I was gone so long. "Decided to take a shit while I was back there. Then I ran into Brandi by the dressing room. She's says you're on for later. She's half a month behind on the rent and the next month is due this weekend."

"So, what does that mean in terms of what it is going to cost me?"

"Looks like twelve hundred. She says it is $800 per month."

"Well, it's still cheaper than my keeping my last wife and a hell of a lot better pussy."

"I'll go let her know." I headed over to the bar to tell Brandi I scored big for her."

"I set the guy up for twelve hundred." The fucking music had gotten louder. I think every new dancer has to turn it up a notch. I finally got to her ear so she could hear me.

"Are you fucking shitting me? Hell, I was going to do it for anything above five hundred."

"Now that I've had some of it myself I don't think that is too high of a price."

"Oh, you are so sweet. I want to fuck you again! Put your cell number in my phone so I can text you since you can't hear me anyway. You old bastards do know how to text, don't you?"

"Yes, old bastards can text ... not very fast, but we can text."

I stood at the bar while Brandi punched in a text in about two seconds. I checked my phone. She likes my cock. Cute text. And, real classy, too.

I snagged a double diet coke and headed back to sit with Harold. Harold had moved over to the stage and was watching either Pepper or Ginger take of her top to the music. I just still know them as my 'Spice Girls'. Harold had a couple of bucks out to stuff in her garter later in her dance.

Another dancer came up to me. "Hi, I'm Tiffany. I know you were fucking Brandi in the office. What if your wife finds out you fucked her?"

"Don't have a wife. Got an ex-wife. You can tell her if you want."

"So, you're divorced and slut dating now?"

"Um, could be. Are you asking me out?"

"Fuck you. I have a boyfriend that can kick your ass."

"Then why are you bothering me?"

"Oh, am I bothering you?"

"No, not really. You just want to fuck me because Brandi did, but you know you aren't as good, and worry I'll tell somebody."

"What did you pay the whore? A couple of hundred bucks?"

"If you need to know I gave her a freebie. You see I was telling her about my cock and about how a couple of minutes before I cum the end swells up to about the size of a beer can and gets about three inches longer. The base gets like a dog knot in it and I kind of tie to in a woman's pussy just like a dog. While we are stuck I still can ram the head around up against your cervix. Most women faint, but Brandi stayed with it and had a killer orgasm."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"It's only going to cost you fifty to find out. You know you want to try it."

Tiffany stomped off to the back of the bar. Harold got the chance to put his money in the garter and sat back down by the stage. I went back to the table. Tiffany was on stage next and all through her dance she would look at me and I'd pat my area by my cock. Towards the end of her set while she was totally nude I'll swear she was about to cum all by herself.

Not everybody that is a nude dancer is smart. After she dressed, Tiffany dropped a note on my table and went outside. The note said, "Meet me outside, blue SUV, in the back row." I went outside half wondering if the boyfriend was out there waiting for me. I went over to the SUV and Tiffany opened the door and invited me inside.

"Okay, you got me curious about your cock. How about you show me?"

"I told you it is while I am in a woman and about to cum. The only way to show you is to fuck you. And, I told you it would cost you fifty dollars."

"I'm not going to pay you, but if you want to fuck me, I'll let you."

I got a text. I'm not good at texting. It was from Brandi: "Are you with Tiffany?"

"Yes"

"Are you going to fuck her?" 

I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to mess up a good thing with Brandi. 

Before I could answer I got another text. "If you can find a way to get her to fuck you I want all the details."

"Kind of embarrassing," I started to cover for myself, "I'm with a beautiful girl and my brother wants to set me up to double date with him and his girl friend."

"Gee, popular guy." Tiffany was smirking at me. "Want to get in the back with me?"

I looked in the back and the seats were out and I'll swear the girl had a queen size mattress back there. All made up with sheets and pillows.

"My boyfriend likes to camp. When we get time off we like to go out in the woods and rough it."

"That's a relief. It looks like a whore wagon." Whoops. I might have just fucked up a good thing.

Instead of me fucking it up, Tiffany slid between the bucket seats and motioned me back with her.

She slipped off her clothes and laid back waiting for me to undress. I got naked and she was staring at my cock. Then reached out and took it in her hand.

"You know, my boyfriend is the only guy's cock I've ever touched until now. Yours looks pretty ordinary for what you are saying about it."

"Like I told you, it's after I am inside you and right before I cum."

"Do you have a condom?"

"Do I need one?"

"Guess not. I'm on the pill and didn't much like it when my boyfriend would use one."

I noticed she was lying in such a way that she had one hand over her crotch and the other across her tits.

"Kind of modest for a girl that was just on stage totally nude."

"The girl on stage was Tiffany. I not the same person in private. My real name is Susan. My friends called me Susie. My dad loves to call me Susie Q."

"This isn't going to be an issue is it? I mean, I must be about your father's age. I don't want you screaming out 'Daddy' while we are doing it."

"No, I'm the youngest in the family I'm twenty two. My dad is fifty-two. I don't think you are that old. What makes you think you will make me scream?"

I moved her onto her back and asked her, "What makes you think I won't?"

Susie just smiled and gave a look of surrender on her face. She wanted to do it, but wasn't really sure about it.

"Do you need a little foreplay?" I asked.

"Heavens no. That's the last thing I need. Wait until I see how wet I am already. I've been wondering what another man would be like. You better not disappointment me."

"Oh, good. No pressure there." I bounced the head of my dick off her crotch area with it quickly resting between the lips."

"Goodness. Have you done this before?"

"It's my third time." I answered her. "Would you believe that?"

Susie didn't answer except with a little catch of her breath in her throat and a soft moan as I put about half my cock in her before she got a chance to speak. I'm not going to say it was a super tight pussy or felt like hot butter, but is was really good.

"So what do you think? Is different better?"

"You'll need to show me more than that for me to be able to tell."

I stroked in about half of what was left and asked, "How about now?"

"That's about what I am used to, except maybe a little bigger around. When does it do that swell up inside me thing?

I gave it a lunge and buried myself in her and held it there. "How about now?"

"That's different. I think that's a couple of inches more than I've ever had in me. Not that I am complaining."

I don't have an oversized dick, but I am a big person, so I assume mine is bigger than a lot of people have. Susie seemed to be enjoying the extra length so I moved a little bit side to side as I pumped into her.

"Ohhhh ... that's good."

"What?"

"You moving side to side like that. My boyfriend just puts it in and strokes in and out."

"Where did he learn to fuck?"

"I don't know. I'm beginning to think his mother taught him."

Probably when I snort it's not a sexy thing, but that got to me. I'm just glad I didn't blow snot on her. We both laughed and it changed the rhythm of things. Susie relaxed and flopped her legs and just let me fuck her. She put her arms around my neck and rocked with our movement. Her tits looked great with her arms squeezing them together. I bent down and spent a lot of time kissing them and nuzzling her neck.

Time slipped away in the back of that SUV, lying there with my cock in little Susie. I felt like it was me that was twenty two again. Every stroke was meant to please her, not me. Even though I had just fucked Jimmy's wife in the bar and had pimped Brandi out for twelve hundred dollars after work, all that seemed to matter was being here on this old mattress with Susie.

"You know, I have to get back in there. I have to dance one more time tonight. You're not really going to swell up inside me and get stuck in me like a dog are you?"

"No, I feel bad about telling you that."

"I'm not. I like what I'm getting even better. Do you want to cum?"

Hell, I hadn't even thought about that. "Did you cum?"

"You know I did, lots of times."

I guess I did know that. I picked up the pace and stroked her hard for several minutes. Susie fucked back at me and would squeal with almost every stroke, even cumming a couple of times more before I emptied my load of seed into her sweet little cunt.

We got dressed after lots of kisses. We both were excited about doing it again later. I sent Susie back in to be Tiffany for the rest of the night and later settled back in at the table with Harold to await Brandi getting off and fucking him twelve hundred dollars worth of good.

We did the caravan thing again over to Brandi's place that her husband Jimmy had no idea she had. I brought up the rear, thinking about my affair with Susie Q.

"Well, did you fuck her?" Was the first thing out of Brandi's mouth when we got out of the cars.

Harold looked at me funny as I answered. "No, she's just a silly kid. I think she must think of me as her father."

"Damn, I was hoping to get something on that little cunt."

We went inside and Brandi fucked Harold to pay her imaginary rent. I held the twelve hundred dollars and held Brandi's gun while he fucked her. Once, Harold slowed down and looked over at me. I had lowered the gun to the cushion and he almost stopped fucking Brandi. I pointed it back in his direction again and he started fucking like crazy.

Boy, I'm glad I'm not that guy. Fucking a twelve hundred whore that is some guy's wife while under gun point. I think he paid the twelve hundred more in a way to have the gun held on him while her fucked as much as the pussy itself.

When they got done and they were cleaning up Harold asked her is he could have her little panties for a souvenir. The guy just spent all that money to fuck her, so that didn't seem too much to ask. Brandi agreed and the bastard put them on and wore them out to his car. I don't know where the crazy fuck is flying off to, but I sure the hell hope he stays there.

Brandi and I stayed behind and I knew it was time to have the talk.

"You want so more of this?" Brandi teased.

"No, I'm good. Good for a long while. Listen, I know your real name is Jessica and I know you are married to Jimmy."

"You son of a bitch. You are a detective."

"No. Just an amateur that's own wife tried to screw him over." I heard from a friend that Jimmy thought you might be cheating and I thought I would help out."

"What are you going to tell him?"

"I'll tell him you do cheat on him. That was his question. He can get the details from you."

"I don't really care. He can take me like I am or hit the road."

"My thought is that he doesn't have anywhere to go. Maybe you two can work something out since you seem to afford two places to live when he can't afford one."

That's the way I left it. I still stopped in at the bar. Brandi still fixed me up with diet coke on the house. Jimmy took the news pretty well. I think Brandi/Jessica told him the whole truth. Jimmy still hangs around until time to go to work. Then his wife starts making some real money dancing, fondling, and fucking whoever has the cash.

For about a week I didn't spend a lot of time in the bar. I'd wait for a call from Susie and we'd meet in the back of her SUV on the mattress. We talked a lot about her family and how she left home at seventeen because her parents fought a lot. She got a job at a sandwich shop for a while and then a job at a bank. She couldn't balance the money as a teller and they let her go. She tried grocery checkout. Screwed that up, too. Same at the quick stop store.

Susie finally went back to the sandwich shop. There she met her boyfriend. They dated for a while. He was in college and needed her to make more money for rent and tuition, etc. He was the one that found her the dancer job. He worked part time and went to school. They would fuck about every day, but she didn't see him a lot.

After we had been banging each other about a week I offered to check up on him at school. I found him feeling up some flat chested redhead that looked like she was about fifteen. I walked up on them a little later in the parking lot. She was sucking his cock in the car.

I got a key from Susie for their place and the next night walked in on him giving her a royal fucking in the bed Susie's dancing paid for without any help for the boyfriend. Roger. The motherfucker was named Roger. I felt like Susie's father figure and wanted to beat the shit out of Roger.

I broke the news to Susie and she asked if she could move in with me for a while. It was great, but I knew a man almost forty wasn't going to keep a twenty two year old happy once she learned there was more than one cock in the world. I just wanted to be sure I didn't get her knocked up and have twenty years of child support. She kept on her pill. I was careful to count them and hope they weren't getting flushed down the toilet. I don't think she wanted me to be a daddy to her kid anyway.

We would lay around during our times off from work and enjoying being with each other. Susie Q naked in my arms. Usually with my cock inside her. If she wanted to watch a television show more for women I'd eat her pussy to distract her. She suck my cock during something about sports. 




Jimmy's Wife Jessica Ch. 02



Funny thing about that. She could watch the whole program with I ate her out and keep in control. She would get her hot little mouth around my cock and within seconds I couldn't tell you the score of the game or even what sport it was that I had been watching.

I called her Susie Q until the day she moved out. The father figure thing never came to light, but she seemed to enjoy being called that.

After about a week she asked what I thought about her quitting dancing. I voted for her to quit. Within a couple of days she was working at a sandwich shop again. I had given her advice to work at one near offices rather than a mall or free standing shops. And, to hold out for a man with a good job, nice car and nice place to live. As well as one that would love her just because he wanted to be with her.

It wasn't long until she had a real nice young man about her age ask her out. After a few dates he was picking her up at my place as if she was my daughter. I bet he would be surprised to know I was fucking her after he brought her home, while she played the good girl routine with him. Often times we would have a good fuck before they went out.

Then he asked her to marry him and she was in love with the guy. I'd still get to fuck her, but she had to be in just the right mood for me to get any. After they got married she would get pissed at him for something and come over and tell me she really needed me to fuck her.

That was always a special treat because I really fell in love with Susie Q. The new husband must have learned his boundaries because the visits got to be fewer and within six months after we met it was over. I've continued my pursuit of cheating wives. Never really gave it up.

As far as Jimmy and Jessica goes, she did tell him all the truth about what she had been doing. Jimmy didn't seem to be bothered by it all. They moved out of the dump and into the secret place she had as Brandi. Best of all, Jimmy got a new pick up truck.

End of Jessica Stories.



Jimmy's Wife Jessica



"You got the money to fix my husband's truck and buy a new water heater?"

The guy handed over the grand to Brandi and she handed it to me. Then took a gun from her purse and handed it to me, too. "Don't be afraid to use it if he tries something kinky."

Brandi and a really nervous guy went into the bedroom and true to my word I sat at the kitchen table.

"You check on us every few minutes. The safety on the gun goes to over like this to fire."

After a while I heard Brandi call out to me, "I haven't seen you checking."

I got up and went to the doorway. There was Jimmy's wife Jessica, aka Brandi with her legs wrapped around this stranger fucking him for all she was worth. I watched his balls slapped her ass a few seconds and listened to the suction sound of his cock going in and out of her. Next thing I knew I was focused on his asshole. Just like he said he didn't want me doing. That's and image you hurry to forget.

They were moving around enough and he was raring up so as I could see her big tits jiggle around as he stroked into her wet cunt. Brandi was having a really good time and making money, too. The guy was just having a really good time. I think he had forgotten about me with the gun.

Brandi lived up to the bargain. Even going at it a second time with the stranger and sucking his cock to try to get it up a third time. He got up and left looking extremely pleased.

"If you need to fix anything else let me know. Paying to get your things fixed is a real pleasure."

"Well, I am a little behind on the rent. Come see me at the club."

The guy went to slide past me in the kitchen. "Hey, I saw your asshole in there while you were fucking her."

"You two are a weird couple of people." And, out the door he went.

"Are you going to stay in my kitchen or would you like to come in here and accept a little charity?"

I stopped and stood in the doorway. The man had unloaded twice in her and she was laying with her legs spread. They went bareback and cum was running down the crack of her cute ass.

"Hey, now is your chance to eat that pussy I told you that you couldn't afford ..."

"Like, I don't think that is going to happen."

"Then how about some sloppy seconds?"

"Those aren't seconds. Those are sloppy thirds. How about I catch you again at work tomorrow?"

Brandi got out of the bed to walk towards me. Cum ran down the inside of both thighs and dripped onto the rug. "Come on. You know you want some of this."

"Maybe after a couple of showers. Do you know how full of cum you are?"

"Full of cum is good. I love it when I feel a man's cum in me."

"I have to pass." I wondered how a woman can fuck half the guys in a bar and not get some kind of disease. Maybe the kind that causes and little itch for a while would be worth it to fuck her, but I don't want my cock full of sores or maybe to fall off on me.

"Okay, let's say I owe you one. You and I make a good team. You can do the set up and I can fuck them."

"Sure, but how often will you husband's truck need fixed or something need replaced around this place?"

"Oh, it happens a lot. It could happen every day if need be. And, this guy that just left, he seemed weird, but he sure knew how to use a cock. Nobody can appreciate getting a cock used in her like me."

"Let me bust you on something Brandi, if that's your real name," Hell, I know it's not her real name.

"Don't you think my parents could have named me Brandi? And, what else you got?"

"You mention a husband, yet there are no men clothes, man things, or any sign of a man it this place. Unless you count the cum dripping out of your cunt just now. A man named Jimmy told me that his wife seemed to be taking good care of me at the bar. That would have been you. And, as soon as he leaves you jump into your magic phone booth and change into Super Slut, the cock teasing bartender, collecting cash for all your admirers."

"What are you? A fucking private detective? Because if you are there is no way Jimmy is going to see money to pay you from the shit job he goes off to each night."

"I'm not a detective. I just really felt a connection to you. And, not just your t-shirt. Now that I've seen your boobs, let me tell you I think they are awesome. So, what is your real name?"

"If you don't believe I am Brandi would you believe it is Jessica? And, the things I do here at the bar I do for myself and my husband. He thinks I get really good tips for bartending by telling my stories about needing money for things."

"Jessica? Yes, I can believe Jessica and I believe your story. But, you do a lot for yourself with having your own place."

"Are you standing there with a hardon?"

"Are we changing the subject?"

"Probably ... let me suck your cock."

"Uh ... okay. Why do you want to do that?"

"Let's call it a pact between us. I think I can trust you to be my friend if I suck your cock." Jessica reached for the front of my pants, unzipped me and took out my cock. My cock really needed the air and whether she took it out, or if I stood there until it busted out from looking at her naked with cum running from her pussy, it was coming out!

I was hoping Jimmy didn't call me in the morning, because I really didn't know what to tell him.

Maybe hoping for something works sometimes. Jimmy didn't call and I got one hell of a blowjob.



End of Part I