11 comments/ 106222 views/ 12 favorites My Wife Enjoys Playing the Whore By: headcase35 We were having a lot of fun, just the three of us. My wife, Vera, and I have invited my old friend, Adam, to dinner. He was in town for business and we thought it would be fun to have him over. We've known him since college and even now he is a joy to be around; always telling the best jokes and stories that keeps us laughing and at the edge of our seats. I already know some of his stories; we keep up with each other through emails. I don't tell my wife everything that he writes to me because there's some subject matter (usually involving other women) that he talks about. My wife is no prude, she can tell a dirty story or two and she doesn't mind if I watch porn, but there are still some things that a guy doesn't tell his wife. "So were you off to tomorrow?" Vera asked. "I got a conference in Vegas," said Adam. "Someday I gotta get you two to come along with me to Vegas, I could show you both an amazing time." "We definitely should, I've never been there," I said. "Gene, you would love it. And when we get there, I will show you that call girl I keep telling you about." When he said that Vera's mouth dropped in astonishment and my heart skipped a beat because I wasn't sure how she was going to respond to it. "Did you say, call girl?" she asked. "Yeah, her name is Jenna. Gene must've told you about her from my emails." She turned her head to me and I nervously looked at her. "No he did not," she said. "Oh," said Gene. "I'm sorry; I thought you told her everything I told you in those emails." "Not everything," I replied. "Apparently so," said Vera. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Vera got up to get the dessert. At which point, Adam looked at me and with quietly said "Sorry, bro, I thought it was ok to talk about that kind of stuff." "Some stuff is Ok, but I don't think women who sell their bodies for profit is one of the." Vera came back with the chocolate pudding she made, we continued our conversations as we did before, with Adam telling some of the best stories and us reliving some of our glory days. I was pretty sure the whole call girl comment was still on our minds, but it didn't deter us from having a good time. About an hour later, Adam left the house and we went upstairs to the bedroom. It was just the two of us in the house now. Our oldest son was away at college and our daughter was staying over at one of her friend's house. That usually meant that Vera and I would take advantage of the situation by being a little extra loud during sex. Something I was looking forward to all night. I was down to my boxers and sitting on the edge of the bed when Vera came out of the bathroom. She had her dress off and was now in a very sexy black bra and panties. She was 39 years old and was still the knockout that she when we first met. Long, dirty blonde hair that curled at the ends. Full red lips. Great hips and ass that she works tirelessly at the gym to maintain. Her tits were fake; she went from a small C to a good size D. She got them about five years ago when she was going through a mid-life crisis. I was against it at first because I loved her tits the way they were but I agreed to it and I haven't regretted it since. "So," she began to say as she slowly walked towards me. "Do you enjoy reading about Adam's little whore?" "Say what?" I asked with a cracked voice. I was worried where this was going. "You heard me," she said with a little smile. "Do you enjoy those stories he told you about that hooker in Vegas." She stopped a few feet in front me and had her hands on her hips. "Honey, come one, it was just guy talk. Its not like he goes into specific details, and he only mentioned her a few times at least." "But you always told me about what slut he recently hooks up with, not the slut who gets paid to sleep with him." She touched the inside of my left leg with her foot and slowly moved it upward. "Are you mad at me?" I asked. "Or is this leading somewhere?" "How much do you think someone would pay me for sex?" she asked. "Excuse me?" "You heard me, how much?" So apparently she wasn't mad at me, but instead was leading this somewhere. Her foot went up to my groin and rubbed my balls from the outside of my boxers. "How much would you pay me?" she asked with a bigger smile. "How much would I pay to fuck my own wife?" I asked with a smile of my own. "Well if you add up the cost of this house, your clothes and jewelry, you're already making out better than most of the hookers in Vegas." She took her foot away and stomped it on the ground. Her sexy smile was replaced with a face of annoyance. "Come on, Gene, I was going somewhere with this. Why do you have to ruin it?" She turned and walked away. I got off the bed and stopped her by putting my arms around her. "Come on, baby, I'm sorry. Let's keep playing this game." "Ok," she said. "So how much?" "How much you want?" "I think I'm worth a hundred dollars." I was surprised at the hundred dollars, I was for sure she was going to say a thousand, but apparently she wanted play the cheap whore. "That sounds a little high, don't you think?" "You don't think I'm worth it?" "Yes, you are worth it, but I think if you throw in a blowjob I could make it a deal." "Ok," she said. "Put the money on the table handsome, let's get the business part of it out of the way first." She definitely knew what she was doing. Went to the dresser where my wallet was and pulled out five $20 bills and placed it on the nightstand. She then guided me to the bed and had me sit back down on the edge. She got down on her knees in front of me and began pulling off my boxers. My dick was at full attention, it was much harder than it has been in a long time. I was really getting into this game. She took my dick in one hand and began stroking it while looking up at me. "Will you return the favor to me?" she asked. "Hey, I'm the one paying you remember," I replied. "Don't get mad, if you want to play the whore this is how whore's get treated." I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her towards me. She opened her mouth wide and shoved my entire throbbing cock in there. She didn't really need me to guide her head with my hand that was still grabbing her hair, after so many years she knew exactly how I liked it. But I still liked to grab her hair while she did it, don't know why, something about having my own control of the situation. Her head was bobbing up and down with a faster rhythm; her lips were pressed firmly around the shaft with her tongue massaging it as it went along. I got her to deep throat me a few times, getting her to choke and cough when it reached the back of her throat. We finished the blow job and I forced on to the bed, I pulled off her panties while she took off her bra. "You enjoying yourself, slut?" I asked. "Yes, sir," she replied. I spread her legs open and positioned myself on tope of her. Without warning I pushed myself into her pussy. Vera yelped from the pain of me going into her. Usually I take it slow because she needs to get used to it, but this time I didn't even bother with that and just went as hard and fast as I could and despite the pain she definitely didn't mind. She began breathing heavily and her eyes are closed. Vera's body began to shake violently as the orgasm ripped through her body. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to my lips as he gave her a good hard kiss. We rolled over and Betty was on top of me now. Her hands were firmly placed on his chest, nails digging into the skin. She grinded her hips around my cock, I in turn thrusted myself upwards for good measure. This time we did this slowly and then quickened the pace of the grindings. She was moaning loudly as I had one hand tightly squeezing her left ass-cheek and the other hand on her right breast. I gave her ass a few good hard spanks which she loved. I got Vera on her back again; I grabbed her hands and held them firmly over her head. I forced myself to push harder into her and faster, he never felt this way before. She moaned wildly, both in pain and in passion, and before she knew it another orgasm shot through her body as she screamed in ecstasy into his ear. I kept going for several more minutes like this but eventually I couldn't hold back that much longer. With one last thrust into her body, I shot every ounce of my cum into her. "Oh my," she said with relief. "I think I can feel your cum moving inside of me." "I'm glad," I responded. I got off of her and moved to my side of the bed to rest. She moved towards me and placed her head on my chest and held me. I liked it when she did that. "That was great," she said. "It was," I told her. "You know I'm keeping that $100," she said with a wicked smile. "You were worth every penny," I said. "I'll even throw in an extra $20." We both had a good laugh at that. __________________________________________ The next morning after we had breakfast, I was on my way out the door to work when my wife stopped me. "Hey, buddy" she said. She came up to me wearing her business suit; she was getting ready to go to work also. The blouse she wore had the top four buttons open and showed a decent amount of cleavage. She doesn't dress like that to work, mind you; it was just for my benefit. She came up to me holding up the $100 dollars I gave her in her hand and a little wicked smile on her face. "What about that extra $20 you promised?" she asked. "Oh, right," I said. I took out my wallet and pulled out at $20 bill. "Here you go, doll face, you earned it." With the bill held between two of my fingers I put the bill in between her tits and left it there. "Thanks," she said. She didn't take out the bill she just let it sit there sticking out of her tits. "Can I see you tonight?" I asked. "My wife is out of town." "We'll see," she replied To be continued...