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My Wife's New Profession Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



1.Pillow Talk

It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. My wife Nancy and I lay in bed embracing after having sex for well over an hour. Actually, except for its duration, the sex was fairly conventional (lots of oral sex and vaginal fucking). But for some reason it had seemed especially good for both of us.

Even though we were incredibly relaxed and it was past midnight, we lay in bed for some time talking.

Nancy, her head on my chest, began talking about how "well fucked" she felt and more generally about our sex lives: "I guess we aren't much like other married couples, are we?"

"That's an understatement," I answered, though the question seemed only rhetorical.

"I mean," she continued, "we have super sex together, like tonight, and still you allow me to have sex with other men. Sometimes I wonder if this isn't unfair to you. After all, you're a very sexy guy. Wouldn't you like to have other women? I wouldn't object. How could I?"

I thought a few seconds before replying: "There are several women I'd fuck if the chance occurred, but I especially love fucking you whenever I want to and occasionally watching you with other men. In fact, I have to admit that sometimes when I'm fucking you, images of you with other guys run through my mind."

"The same thing happens with me," said Nancy. "I mean sometimes when we're having sex my mind sort of drifts to what it felt like getting it from some other guy."

For some reason, I found the thought of her being unfaithful to me in her mind even while I was fucking her very arousing. 

Since I didn't respond to her right away, she asked, "You don't feel betrayed by that, do you?" 

"Not at all. In fact, I feel very lucky."

"Meaning?"

"I'm lucky to be able to watch you meeting other guys, watch you turning them on, watch you allowing yourself to be seduced, watch you being pleasured by them -- all those parts of the game are incredibly horny to me. And knowing that your sexual experiences with these guys sometimes get into your head while we're fucking, well, that makes the whole thing even hornier to me."

She didn't say anything, so I continued. "When we're alone having sex, there are different kinds of thrills. Sometimes I feel really possessive, like I own you or something. Sexist pig that I am, I objectify you as a beautiful sexual creature that I'm lucky enough to be able to enjoy any way I want to. Sometimes, though, I have more traditional romantic feelings. Having sex with you makes me feel like your very intimate friend, your soul-mate, and, well, your loving husband."

Nancy laughed and said, "I'm relieved that you like doing me as much as watching me being done."

"That pretty well sums it up. Sometimes I'm not sure you're getting as much out of our little sex games as I do, though. When you have sex with other guys, is it really as good as you make it seem?"

This question didn't come out of the blue. It's one that comes up in our conversations pretty regularly, almost as a sort of sexual ritual. We both know, in a general way, what her answer will be. But she knows I like hearing it over and over again. 

She paused, seeming to mull it over: "Generally, yes. It's different than when I fuck you, though. With guys I don't know, there's an element of risk or danger involved. I'm not sure how it's going to go with a strange guy, or several strange guys. Since you're always nearby to protect me, I'm usually not too worried about it, though."

"But do you enjoy it fully?" Again, this question was a part of our sex-discussion ritual. Nancy's answer(s) to this question, which vary slightly with her mood, tend to be almost comically quasi-analytical. 

"Oh, yes," she answered, kissing me on the neck. "Very much. I guess it's a high-risk high-reward thing. My orgasms with other guys are usually no better than the ones I have with you. They're just different. You know my body perfectly. You know just how to arouse me and fuck me and bring me off. With other guys, there's a newness, an awkwardness, an uncertainty about the whole thing. They usually bring me off, too, or at least I get off while fucking them. But sometimes this is because I let other thoughts enter my mind. I think about you watching me and being excited about what you see. I think about how wicked and unfaithful I'm being. I even think about how degrading it is to be used like a whore. All these thoughts make sex with other guys a slightly more complex thing."

As she whispered these things to me, I could feel her breath against my neck. I could also feel her right hand caressing my cock, which was still flaccid but beginning to come to life. 

I asked her then the question that nearly always comes next: "Which guys did you especially enjoy fucking?"

"Well, I don't know," she began, pretending that she hadn't expected the question, "I tend to remember the most recent one best. That would be that chunky guy who fucked me downtown in the hotel room. Having him fuck me hard in front of his drunken friends while you stood by watching was very exciting. I felt used, but in a safe way. When I was cumming, I was thinking 'How could I let these guys do this to me? What sort of a wife am I?'"

I didn't say anything. Nancy had begun stroking my cock, which was now half-hard again even though I'd cum in her only about thirty minutes earlier.

"I suppose I should see a psychoanalyst," said Nancy.

"Why?"

"I mean, how normal is it for a woman to get off on being degraded? There's probably something wrong with me. Or maybe the problem is that I have no guilt about it."

"Are you worried about it -- I mean not having any guilt?" I asked.

Instead of answering me, she went back to my earlier question. "I think the guy I enjoyed most was probably Adrian, that big guy you filmed me with up in our bedroom. Of all the guys I was with in that eighteenth-century-costume thing we did, he was definitely the best. When he was fucking me in our bed my orgasm was so strong I nearly passed out."

She wasn't exaggerating. We'd watched the video I'd made of Adrian fucking her several times together and her orgasms had obviously been quite intense.

"Well, he fucked you again out in the back yard cabin, too. I got some good footage of him walking around on the platform with you impaled on his dick. It looked like you had a pretty good orgasm then, too."

"It was good, all right, but not as good as when he had me upstairs. I mean, except for you, he and I were alone in the bedroom, and there was less of the degradation thing going on. He had such a big cock and, you know, it was just hot, in-and-out screwing. He really got to me."

"He's probably still in town. Would you like to fuck him again?"

"No. He was starting to get possessive and I don't want to encourage him. I'd rather move on to new situations."

By now, my cock in her hand was fully hard again. Nancy seemed surprised: "Cal, are you ready to go again already?"

I gave her big kiss. "Not now. My hard-on is back but I'm wiped out. Can we wait till morning?"

She laughed and let go of my cock. "Sure. I'm tired, too. We've both been working pretty hard lately. Maybe we can do something really sexy tomorrow."

"Like what?" I asked. I had Friday off and she could phone the gallery and get her day off too, so we had the day to ourselves.

"I'd like to get out of town. Maybe we could take a drive out of town and fool around. I promise to wear as little as possible."

I fell asleep shortly after this conversation about a Saturday drive. The last thing I remembered was hearing Nancy's voice whispering something intimate in my ear.

2.We Take a Drive

By 9:00 a.m. Friday morning we were heading down the Coastal Highway south of the city. Then fog was burning off and it was supposed to be a fairly nice day. 

I'd watched Nancy getting dressed and saw that this might be a very interesting outing. She'd put on a white button-down shirt, a short light-weight blue skirt (which I noticed was transparent when back-lit), and sandals. Under her skirt, she was wearing a pair of white g-string panties with a panel so narrow that it barely covered her cunt lips. It excited me to know that her crotch and ass, unless she was very careful about how she moved, would be on full display.

And, of course, under her white blouse she was braless. 

After stopping at a Denny's in Pacifica for a late breakfast, we headed further south. The beaches and rock formations along the way were beautiful, and we decided to stop at one of the beach pull-outs to do a little exploring. The weather hadn't warmed up very much yet, so Nancy pulled her sweater on over her blouse.

But her legs remained wonderfully on display. I dawdled behind at the car to get my camera out of the trunk as Nancy headed down a trail that led to some rock formations and tide pools. She'd mentioned especially wanting to look at them. There were four or five other people around, mostly older retired types. For some reason, none of them walked down to the rocks. Instead, they stayed near the parking area, a couple of them staying in their cars, and looked out to sea. 

Then I spotted a tall, rather nerdy-looking high school kid. He seemed to be with two women, both (I thought) too old to be his mother. While they huddled together near their car, he left them to walk down the trail ahead of me and about fifty feet behind Nancy.

I briefly lost sight of both the kid and Nancy. But when I reached the edge of a small cliff overlooking the rocks, I noticed Nancy walking around among several tide pools. Below me and only about twenty feet from Nancy, the teenager stood watching her. 

And, just then, both he and I were treated to a marvelous sight. Nancy leaned forward to peer into one of the pools. As she did this, a breeze lifted the back of her skirt high enough to expose, briefly, most of her gorgeous naked ass. 

She had her back to him (and me), and I wasn't sure she knew the boy was there. Whether she did or not, she suddenly dropped to both knees and leaned way forward to peer more closely into a tide pool. Reaching into the pool with her right arm, she seemed to be trying to touch some creatures living there. (She knew better than to actually disturb them, of course.)

I changed my position slightly so that I could get both Nancy (on her knees and leaning forward) and the teenager into the same frame. I then snapped several shots of him staring intently at Nancy's rear end. From my shooting angle about ten feet higher than where they were, I couldn't quite see all of her ass, but since the kid was closer to her and at her level, I knew he had to be getting a great view.

After holding her position for almost a minute, Nancy rocked back on to her haunches and stood up. Looking around, she spotted me on the cliff above her and called out to me. "Come on down, Cal. There are lots of neat little creatures in here."

Pretending that I'd just arrived at my vantage point above Nancy and her admirer, I answered that I was on my way. The boy, an inch or so taller than I and weighing maybe 160 pounds, looked at me with a slightly startled expression on his face. Had I caught him looking at my beautiful wife's or girlfriend's ass? Would I be angry with him?

As I walked past him a few seconds later, I gave him a friendly nod and said, "Great day for tide pool exploring, right? I wonder what she's found in there."

He smiled back uncomfortably before following me over to stand a few feet from Nancy and me. She leaned forward again and in her best school-teacher's voice pointed out the urchins, snails, and anemones living in the little pool. She said she was disappointed that there weren't any starfish and suggested that children had probably removed them from the pool She smiled at the boy and asked him where he went to school.

Removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt, he answered that he'd just graduated from high school in Pacifica, the town where we'd stopped for breakfast. He then volunteered that he'd be attending UC-Santa Barbara in a few weeks. He had an impressive mop of curly black hair was on the verge of being handsome. The general impression he gave, though, was one of awkwardness and shyness. 

So, since he'd graduated from high school several months ago, I figured he was probably eighteen. Because he was so thin and had a baby face, though, he looked younger. I glanced over at Nancy, who flashed me a knowing smile, and decided that it might be fun to involve this kid in a little further indecency. He'd already seen my wife's ass, and he'd obviously liked what he'd seen, so I decided to invent a situation that would give him a chance to see more.

I introduced myself and said, "This is Nancy. I'm a photographer and she's a model I use a lot. We just stopped off here for a little while. Actually, we're looking for a secluded beach where, when if warms up a little, we can take a few glamour shots. I don't know this area very well. Do you have any suggestions?"

This really got his attention. He looked up toward the parking area and said, "It's too bad I'm here with my mother and aunt. If I weren't, I could show you some really great places. I know a few south of us."

"Well," I said, "I guess we can find a place on our own. But I'd be willing to pay someone to show us a good place and act as a spotter."

He asked what a "spotter" was.

"Someone to look out for unwelcome spectators. My photography gets pretty erotic and I don't like people stumbling on to me while I'm shooting a model."

He looked perplexed. Was he really stuck with his mother (who must've had him when she was in her late thirties) or was he free to do something far more interesting? 

While he was pondering this dilemma, which he acted out artlessly by glancing up to the parking area and then back at Nancy, she asked him his name.

He said it was Eddie. He gave his last name, too, something Italian that I didn't quite catch. 

I tried to solve his problem for him. "Why don't you ask your mother if you can earn a few bucks by working a couple of hours for me. I can drive you home afterwards. That is, if you still live in Pacifica."

He grinned widely at me. "Oh, yes. I'm sure she won't mind. And I'm really tired of being around my aunt. She's driving me crazy."

So Eddie ran back up the trail to the parking area to talk to his mother while I took a few innocent photos of Nancy fooling around in the tide pools.

Not looking up at me, she asked, "Do we have some idea where this is going?"

"Nope. But it might involve you getting naked. You don't mind doing that for Eddie and me, do you?"

"Of course not. He already saw my butt, you know. I noticed him standing behind me when I was bending over. These g-string panties don't cover much. I don't think he could quite see my vagina, though."

"There's always time for that. He's not a really macho kid. Don't you like them a little more manly?"

"Sometimes I do," said Nancy with an evil grin. "But it might be fun to corrupt an innocent young thing. I guess he's legally an adult, isn't he?"

"Probably. We could ask him, I guess."

My wife looked so incredibly sexy standing there a few feet away from me. I had to suppress a desire to grab her and give her a big kiss. But I was supposed to be in a professional, not a personal, relationship with her. It wouldn't do to have the kid see us embracing.

Eddie didn't return as quickly as I'd thought he would, so I suggested to Nancy that we head back to our car. Maybe he couldn't get permission from his mother to go off in a car with strangers. She preceded me up the trail back to the parking area, and walking below her I was treated to a wonderful view up her breeze-tossed skirt. Once I reached up and quickly goosed her. She squealed and giggled.

When we reached the parking area, I spotted Eddie walking toward us. He said his mother had given him permission to accompany Nancy and me on "a photographic expedition." He said that she wanted to meet me first, though. Then he whispered something to me that made me realize he was less innocent than I at first thought: "I told her it's a nature shoot."

I smiled at him and walked over to where his mother and aunt stood. I introduced myself as a photographer and said I'd like to pay her son something to show me some nice spots farther on down the coast. I was very ingratiating. Nancy, meanwhile, had climbed back into our car. I didn't want her obvious sexiness to be at odds with the supposed seriousness of our project.

Eddie's mother, who looked very tired, relented and asked me to make sure I got him home at a reasonable hour. I got the impression that she didn't want to spend too much time alone with her sister.

So, minutes later, with Nancy in the front seat and Eddie in the back, we pulled out of the parking area and headed south on Highway 1. Nancy, turning her body to engage Eddie in conversation, tried to find out more about him. We learned that he was eighteen, but just barely. In college he planned to study math and computer science. And he didn't care if we paid him anything or not. He was really glad to get away from his aunt.

Nancy, for her part, told him that she'd been a fourth-grade teacher until she'd been laid off a year ago. Since losing her teaching job, she'd been forced to go back to working as a model. I listened as she improvised this plausible but quite fictitious tale. She went on to explain that, at 5'4", she was too short for fashion modeling. She'd done a little catalog modeling when she was in college but now worked mainly for erotic photographers "like Cal." She just hoped that, if she found another teaching job, photographs of her wouldn't emerge to get her fired.

Eddie ate this story up. Looking at him in the rear-view mirror, I could see his mind working. Exactly what sorts of photos did this beautiful woman pose for? Just nudes? Actual fucking? 

We drove for about half an hour before he suggested that we stop at a place called Bean Hollow Beach. Eddie said it was less well known than some of the others beaches. He must've been right because there weren't any cars in the parking area. I fetched my camera and catch-all bag out of the trunk and handed our blanket to Eddie to carry. Nancy, carrying a large beach towel, walked ahead of us as we passed some fields and headed down a trail to the beach.

It was a pretty long walk before we got down to the beach. So its relative inaccessibility might've made Bean Hollow Beach somewhat unpopular.

Eddie led us to a set-back area of a small cove. I had him spread out the blanket while I got each of us a bottle of water from my bag. I noticed a man with his dog quite a way south of us on the beach but didn't see anyone else. From our location we could easily see anyone else approaching us (so, strictly speaking, there was no need for a "spotter"). 

The sun was peeking in and out of the fog and Nancy, who'd taken off her sweater and kicked off her sandals, walked down to the water. I followed her with my camera. Our photographer-and-model story was bogus, of course, but my beautiful wife undeniably made a wonderful photographic subject. Walking toward the water in her short skirt and white blouse (which, as she walked, she began unbuttoning), she looked waif-like and vulnerable.

She stood awhile holding her skirt up to bare her legs fully and letting the water wash over her ankles. I snapped several shots of her that were sexy without being too revealing. In one of my shots of her, though, her mostly unbuttoned blouse fell open and fully exposed one perfect-though-smaller-than-average breast. And in several of them her ass was partially on display.

After ten minutes or so of playing in the surf, she began walking back to where we'd laid out the blanket. I followed behind her snapping several photos. Eddie stood by the blanket waiting patiently for what, to him, would be the more interesting part of the shoot to begin. 


My Wife's New Profession Ch. 01



Putting on her sun-glasses, Nancy asked me what pose I wanted. Did I want her to take anything off?

"For now, I want you sitting on the blanket dressed just as you are. Ignore me as best you can." Saying this, I circled the blanket taking several shots of my wife leaning back on her arms and sitting with her legs stretched out in front of looking out to sea. The shots were rather demure except that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone and most of her right breast was visible. 

Eddie, standing a few feet away from the blanket, cleared his throat and asked me what he should do.

"Nothing for now," I answered. "Just keep half an eye on that guy down the beach and let me know if he gets too close." 

I noticed that Eddie was standing on the opposite side of the blanket where, because of the way she was sitting, he had a clear view of Nancy's right breast. Her blouse had fallen open far enough that he could probably even see her nipple. Be patient, kid, I said to myself. It's going to get a whole lot better.

Every few seconds, I noticed, Eddie turned to check out the guy way down the beach. I guess he wanted to do at least the minimum asked of him. 

Nancy was pretty pale and I knew she didn't want to get a burn, so I was glad to see the sun suddenly dim behind a new thin layer of fog. It seemed fairly warm, though, and there wasn't a glare, so it wasn't bad weather for this kind of photography. 

"Undo your blouse all the way, Nancy," I said. She smiled up at me, went up to both knees, and did as asked. Unbuttoned, the blouse hung loosely in front of her.

"Now lie back on the blanket with both breasts exposed. Maybe you can remove your sun-glasses, too. I need to see your eyes."

She did as asked. Seconds later, as she lay flat on her back, her blouse fell to either side of her upper body and her small natural breasts flattened slightly. On each breast an erect nipple, reddish-pink atop a lighter pink areola the size of a half-dollar piece, pointed up to the sky. I leaned over her body and took several waist-up shots of her. Once, making sure Eddie saw me do it, I reached forward and tweaked one of her nipples.

Nancy laughed and chastised me. "Cal! You're not supposed to molest the model."

I acted hurt, as though my professionalism were being questioned. "I'm just helping with the pose. I wanted your nipples to stand up a little more."

"Well, I think it worked," said Nancy, caressing her breasts and giving each nipple a little pinch. I took several shots of her doing this and noticed that Eddie, standing about fifteen feet away, was taking it all in. Had he ever been this close to a beautiful woman playing with her own breasts? I figured that he was too young to get into a strip club, so probably not.

As she lay on her back holding her breasts, Nancy raised her knees and spread her legs slightly. I started circling the blanket again and when I got to the bottom of it I was treated to a great view of my wife's crotch. I knelt on one knee and took several "upskirt" shots. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I noticed that the thin white panel of her g-string panties had narrowed and become wedged between her cunt lips.

Eddie, whom I'd been keeping an eye on as I shot photos, walked over behind me, obviously to get a better view of what I was shooting. He was rewarded with an excellent view of my wife's lightly haired cunt lips with a white strip of material trapped between them. Nancy held this crotch-revealing pose for at least a minute before I instructed her to do something different.

Specifically, I asked her to keep her blouse on loosely but to remove her skirt. Eddie and I watched her turn her back to us, stand up, and drop her skirt to the blanket. From the back, she looked basically nude from the waist down and I caught Eddie staring unblinkingly at her naked ass cheeks. Before turning around to face us, Nancy buttoned her blouse near the bottom so it wouldn't slide over and off her shoulders

As she faced us, I noticed that she'd loosened the panel of her g-string panties so that it was very loose on her. It no longer wedged between her cunt lips. She'd also managed to pull the crotch panel slightly askew so that about half of her blondish-red pubic hair and one cunt lip were visible.

I asked her to sit down on the blanket again and to improvise some stretching positions. She spent the next five minutes striking a number of wonderful poses, most of them exposing at least one breast or part of her cunt. I concentrated on the crotch shots. In one of the positions, she lay on her right side with her left leg pointed to the sky. This caused her now loose crotch panel to drop away from and briefly expose both cunt lips.

I asked Nancy to hold this pose for as long as she could (about twenty seconds) while I took some close-ups of her pussy. Eddie, who seemed to have forgotten his job as "spotter," stood a few feet behind me looking down between her legs. Knowing that this just-out-high-school kid was seeing what only a husband was supposed to see was quickly giving me an erection.

I then had her get on both knees and lean forward on her elbows. I knelt down behind her and began shooting. I decided to get a little crude with her: "That's right, Nancy" I said. "Let's see that pretty little ass of yours."

With her butt in the air and leaning on her elbows, I had an interesting shooting view between her legs to her dangling breasts, which were visible because the bottom of her blouse hung so loosely from her body. But I was mainly interested in her rear end, so I did something else rather crude. 

I set down the camera, reached forward with both hands, and slightly rearranged her g-string panties. Pulling the waist band about an inch lower to loosen the crotch panel even more, I put a finger under the string (my knuckle making brief contact with her anus) and pulled it about two inches to one side of her ass-crack.

There at last were her cunt and asshole were fully on display! Without being prompted, my beautiful wife spread her legs even wider and pressed her chest into the blanket. This caused her cunt to fall open slightly.

Saying "gorgeous" and "you're beautiful" (the sort of crap I imagined a sleezy photographer might say to his model), I asked her to hold this ass-in-the-air position for a while as I took maybe ten shots. Eddie stood a few feet behind me taking it all in. I noticed once that he quickly removed his glasses to clean them on his shirt. He obviously didn't want to miss a second of what there was to see.

As she held the pose, Nancy's moist cunt was fully visible but her clitoris was hidden. And her perfect little asshole, tiny lines radiating out from it in all directions, looked like a tiny pink target. Eddie was really getting an eyeful! And I think he was getting a hard-on. He had his hands crossed in front of his crotch, so I couldn't be sure. 

Nancy eventually tired of holding her butt up in the air and relaxed, belly-down, on to the blanket. She then pulled her blouse down as far as it would go in the back. But it didn't cover an inch of that lovely rear end of hers. The string of her panties lay near but not in the crack of her ass. She then rolled over on one elbow and, smiling fetchingly, asked me what I wanted her to do next.

I thought to myself: I want you, darling wife, to crawl over here and suck my cock. Then I want to shove it in that tight little asshole of yours. 

What I actually said, though, was, "I need to go back up to the car for a while. I have to get a filter, but it might take me a while to find it, so just relax awhile." Saying this, I quickly walked toward the path back up to the parking area. As I walked, I adjusted my erection so it wasn't quite so uncomfortable.

I had no intention of climbing all the way back up to the parking area, however. Instead, I wanted to leave Nancy alone with Eddie for a while. I had a feeling that, given Nancy's evil genius, something interesting might develop in this little game we were playing.

So I climbed about twenty feet up the trail, turned left, and walked stealthily out on an overhang above the place where we'd set up our photo shoot. Not wanting to be seen from below, I crawled on my hands and knees as I neared the edge of the overhang and looked down. 

I immediately saw them about twenty-five feet directly below me. Nancy was sitting on the blanket facing the ocean with her legs folded in front of her. Eddie was crouching on the sand just next to the blanket. Her blouse was still mostly unbuttoned, so I knew from his angle he had a good view of at least her right breast.

A few seconds later, Nancy patted the blanket in front of her, an obvious invitation to Eddie to join her. He immediately sprawled sideways in front of her leaning on his left elbow. From my angle I could easily see his face (he seemed to be blushing) but only the top of my wife's head.

I could hear their voices but not what they were talking about. Nancy seemed to be asking him questions. His answers seemed to be brief. And he seemed to be having trouble looking her in the eye. Then I noticed something else over the next minute or so. His eyes were mainly downcast, riveted on an imaginary spot on the blanket. But occasionally he let them drift slightly upward to, well, what else? Nancy's mostly uncovered crotch.

Sitting with her ankles crossed in a sort of relaxed lotus position, Nancy was offering the kid a prolonged, and apparently accidental, view of her crotch. The tiny panel of her g-string panties, even if she'd centered it so it somewhat covered her vagina, would still give anyone with Eddie's vantage point an only slightly obstructed view of that wonderful pussy. 

As they continued talking, I looked around to make sure no one was watching me watching them. I got my camera out just in case. Lying on my belly at the edge of a little cliff overlooking the beach was not an impossible position for a nature photographer to find himself in. 

I noticed, looking up at the head of the path, an old couple and a small child standing there. But they didn't seem to be interested in walking down the path. When I looked for them again a few seconds later, they were gone.

So I put the camera down and leaned further over the edge of the overhang. I don't know what they were about, but suddenly Nancy reached forward with her right hand and patted Eddie on the shoulder. It was almost as though she were consoling him. He then surprised me by rolling over on his back and looking straight up at the sky. Why would he relinquish such a view?

Then, as she lay on his back, Eddie began talking quite a lot. He seemed to be telling Nancy a story. Watching this became pretty boring, but I kept at it hoping something else would develop. Finally, after almost fifteen minutes, Eddie rolled on his side again so that his face was once more directly in front of my wife's crotch. His eyes now went more boldly there. Keeping his right hand in front of his crotch, he was obviously trying to hide an erection. 

Deciding I had to get a closer view of this, I got to my feet and walked back to the path. Just as I reached it, though, a whole family appeared above me and began walking down the path. There were three kids between the ages of about five and ten, a mother, and a father. I quickly took off down the path to beat them to the beach.

I jogged over to Nancy and Eddie, who hadn't changed positions. As I neared the blanket, she saw me coming first and I heard her say to him, "Well, I'm pretty sure I can help you with your problem."

I told them it was time to go. I had enough photos for the day and, besides, it was time for me to take them to lunch. So, as the three kids ran screaming past us down to the waves, the three of us gathered up our stuff. The father of the children arrived on the beach just in time to see Nancy pulling up her skirt. Her back was to him, but he got at least a brief glimpse of her gorgeous naked ass. He continued staring at Nancy as he waited for his slightly overweight wife to join him. 

We climbed up the path back to the car. As she walked ahead of Eddie and me Nancy had to go virtually on all fours as she clambered over some of the steeper places. As she did this, she gave us several great upskirt views. Her naked ass and half-covered cunt came into view several times. Devilishly, she held some of the more revealing poses longer than necessary. She was obviously having great fun "accidentally" exposing herself to the kid.

In a minor concession to modesty, as we headed back up the coast, Nancy rebuttoned her blouse up to the level of her breasts. It now took more than a casual motion for her to show her tits. Turning in her seat, she resumed the beach-blanket conversation with Eddie that I'd interrupted.

She was trying to give the impression that I wasn't to know what they'd been talking about -- it was their secret. So her remarks were quite veiled and, if fact, I really didn't know what she meant by them. I knew I'd find out soon enough.

Just as we were pulling into a restaurant-bar called Cameron's in Half Moon Bay she handed Eddie a piece of paper with something she'd written on it. It appeared to be her cell phone number. My curiosity was by now quite aroused, and as we walked into the restaurant a few paces behind the kid I asked her, "What's up?"

"I'll tell you in a little bit," she whispered to me. "But I think you're going to like it."

Cameron's turned out to be a garish, over-decorated place, and for the first few minutes I just checked out the odd assortment of items cluttering the walls. Finally, we were seated. After we ordered and while we were waiting to be served, Eddie excused himself to go to the toilet. Finally, my chance to get Nancy's secret out of her!

"I let him have my cell number," she said, "and he's supposed to call me at about 4:00 o'clock. This is that idea we discussed awhile ago, the one about me being a sexual surrogate."

I was surprised. We'd discussed this as a possible sexual game but had rejected it because we were concerned about damaging psychologically vulnerable men. Also, Nancy thought men with real sexual problems might not be much fun to be with.

"So you think you can help this kid sexually?" I asked.

Nancy looked at me with a very serious expression on her face. "I don't think he needs heavy-duty psycho-sexual help. If he did, I sure wouldn't be the one to offer it. While we were on the beach, though, he admitted to me that he's a virgin. This shouldn't be a problem, but it's really bothering him. He's painfully shy around girls. He's not sure, when he goes away to college, what he would do if a girl got interested in him."

"So, what exactly can you do for him?"

"I can show him what it's like to be with a woman," she said. "I'll try to do this in a non-threatening way. But if, for some reason, he can't deal with it, I'll pull the plug right away."

"Where would you do this? At the house?"

She smiled at me wickedly. "Sort of. But not inside the house. I'm thinking, if you're OK with it, that I could use the studio cabin in the back yard. I could tell him I'm renting the place from the owner for my, you know, my practice."

Just then Eddie returned from the toilet, so we changed the subject to something else. Nancy sat opposite me at the table while Eddie sat to my right and Nancy's left. Waiting to be served, we talked about Eddie's academic interests. When our food was delivered to our table we ate in relative silence. 

After eating, we headed farther north to drop Eddie off at his house in Pacifica. Nancy's last words to him affirmed their cell-phone appointment at 4:00 o'clock. Then we headed back up the Coastal Highway and into San Francisco.

On the way we talked about sexual surrogacy, what little we knew about it, and what needed to be done to get the studio cabin ready for Nancy's "practice." The one indispensable element of the plan, we agreed, was that I be allowed to watch whatever transpired during her session.



My Wife's New Profession Ch. 02



3. Nancy Sets Up an Appointment with Eddie.

We got home at about 3:15. Promptly at 4:00 o'clock, as we sat in the living room splitting a bottle of wine, Nancy's cell phone rang. 

I sat next to her on our couch as she talked to Eddie. I heard her explain how the studio she'd rented to use in her practice wouldn't be ready for a few days. Would he like an appointment for a week from tonight? I heard his voice ask how much it would cost.

Nancy answered, "Well, you know, I'm pretty new at this, and I'm not actually a licensed sexual surrogate, so I can't charge you too much. Can you afford fifty dollars for, say, an hour and a half?" 

I heard something from the phone that sounded like assent. Then there was maybe a full minute of Eddie talking a lot while Nancy said, "Uh huh" over and over. I confess that it was exciting listening to my wife setting up what amounted to a sexual tryst with a teenager, even a nerdy kid like Eddie. But I needed to piss. So I got up and walked through the kitchen into our downstairs bathroom. 

When I returned to the living room about five minutes later, Nancy was obviously trying to end the conversation. "When we talk again on Wednesday at 6:00 o'clock we can discuss this some more, OK?"

Then I heard Eddie's voice a little more and Nancy said, "OK, sweetie. That'll be fine. I'll expect your call on Wednesday."

I sat back down next to her and gave her a big kiss. "You're such a caring person," I whispered.

Knowing that I was being sarcastic, she slapped me on the knee and laughed. "I care for sex a lot, that's for sure. Teenage boys, well, I can take them or leave them. You're still the one I really like to fuck, you know."

We chatted some more about what Eddie's "issues" were. "So far," said Nancy, "his problems don't seem too extreme. I mean he doesn't seem to have an overwhelming desire to have sex with sheep or exhaust pipes. He's just inexperienced, immature, and more than a little hung up. He admitted that he watches porn on the Internet but said that he feels guilty about it afterwards. Intimidated, too. He's not sure he could perform the way guys do with girls on porn sites."

This raised my curiosity. "Since you look like one of those porn girls, do you think he might be afraid of you?"

"That shouldn't be a problem," she said. "We talked awhile about how it felt for him looking at my body earlier today. He said he could hardly believe his good luck. He'd only seen one other girl naked, a high school girl he'd seen changing clothes, but he said she was fat and dumpy compared to me. And he'd only seen her at a distance. He went on about how grateful he was to be able to see 'down between my legs.' He said it was a sight he'd never forget."

I asked her what might take place next Friday evening. 

"In our first session, I think I'll let him get familiar with my body and show him that his preconceptions, his internet ideas about what women are like, aren't quite accurate. I'll try to show him that sex can be fun and pleasurable rather than scary."

I kissed her then and she whispered, "You won't mind watching him explore my body, will you?"

If she was trying to arouse me with this line of conversation, it was working. I grabbed her and we fooled around for a while on the couch. Then, after maybe then minutes, Nancy (whom I'd managed to strip down to her g-string panties) broke away from me and announced that she needed to take a shower. She felt gritty from the beach.

While she was upstairs showering, I sat in the living room finishing my wine. Nancy seemed halfway serious about helping a teenager with his sex issues. I wondered if this could actually be erotic for her. Or would it be more like a job?

Mulling this over, I walked out the back door to the studio cabin, which has a main room taking up about seventy-five percent of its space, a small bathroom, and a small kitchen with no running water or appliances. My idea was to seal off the door between the kitchen and the main room with a piece of plywood. I'd then drill a hole in the plywood so I could peer into the main room where Nancy would interact with Eddie and possibly other "clients."

I took a few measurements in the studio then returned to the house. Nancy, who'd finished her shower and was wearing her short terry-cloth bath robe, was in the kitchen putting together a salad for a light dinner.

I asked her to stop cutting vegetables and come out to the studio so I could show her what I wanted to do. The raised platform (where Nancy had recently had sex with several guys in eighteenth-century costumes) still dominated the main room. Despite its large size, she said, she thought she could use the platform for her session(s). 

She said she'd need to buy several large mats to completely cover the platform. Then she supposed she needed a few accessories she'd read about when she Googled "sexual surrogates." These included throw pillows, aromatic candles, and some CDs of soft, relaxing music.

"Don't forget a clock," I said teasingly. "As a pseudo-professional, you'll need to time your sessions."

My wife smiled at me wickedly. "Oh, I think I can be pretty flexible about timing the session. If I'm having fun, I might not want to stop exactly on time. But I'm not completely sure about all the stuff that's recommended, like the scented candles and new-age music. They seem pretty corny to me."

We returned to the house and, as Nancy finished making the salad, I sat down at the kitchen table and asked her about how erotic, for her, "helping" a teenager like Eddie could be.

"I'm not sure. I think if I can get him to relax I can relax and it could be very erotic. I don't think I've ever been a guy's first sexual experience. Even Bryce, that teenager I had sex with in the guest room, had had a little experience with girls. It might be more difficult with a guy like Eddie. If he's not fun for me, though, I'll put a stop to it."

We had our dinner and watched TV for a while. At about 8:30 I asked Nancy if she'd like to go to a bar for a drink. 

"Sure, I guess so. But I'll need to change. What would you like me to wear? Am I in seduction mode or devoted-wife mode?"

I told her to wear something just barely legal. Maybe, I suggested, she could put on what she planned to wear for her session with Eddie.

4. An Evening Interlude.

She smiled at me and went up to our bedroom. I relaxed in the living room, leafing through a magazine. About twenty minutes later I heard her coming back downstairs. When I saw her I was stunned. She'd put on a rather conservative tunic top which completely covered her from neck to waist. But, except for a pair of low-heeled shoes, she was completely naked from the waist down. 

She twirled for me to show me how revealing her "outfit" was -- a brief but wonderful spectacle of pubic hair and ass.

"So this is what you'll wear during your session with Eddie?"

She laughed. "Well, we can't have him seeing my breasts, can we? As for the rest of me, well, in order to acquaint the poor kid with a real woman's body I'm going to have to let him see me without panties, don't you think?"

I stood up, walked over to her, and embraced her. As we kissed I slid my hands down her back to her ass-cheeks and gripped them firmly. I kneaded those wonderful handfuls, appreciating the incomparable feeling of firm but yielding flesh. How did I get so lucky in a wife? I'm a very average guy and she's absolutely gorgeous! Maybe I did something outstanding in a previous life. 

"I guess I'll have to wear a coat to cover my butt," she whispered in my ear. "It's cool enough outside for one. I'll have to be careful how I sit, though. If I'm not, gosh, who knows what someone might see?"

"Well, as you said, at least no one will see your breasts."

Nancy broke the embrace then and took down her trench coat, which was hanging on a peg near the front door. As she put it on, she said, "I'm ready when you are."

Standing in front of me with the bottom of her trench coat buttoned, she was suddenly quite decent. Anyone seeing her in her tunic and coat could tell that she was a woman with a beautiful face and, judging from her bare calves, a slender body. He'd be unable to conclude anything else.

We drove over to a bar on Clement Street. Since she wasn't contemplating picking anyone up, we entered together and sat down at a table in the middle of the room. A girl running cocktails took our order and brought our drinks, a glass of wine for Nancy and a beer for me, to the table. 

Looking around I noticed that Nancy, as usual the best looking female in the place, was receiving a fair amount of male attention. Despite the fact that she was wearing a long coat, two guys at the bar had turned to look at her and I saw that a couple of guys playing pool were checking her out, too. Most of it was pretty furtive. It was a little early for any of the patrons to be drunk enough to leer at her too openly. 

Nancy and I were seated so I was facing in nearly the same direction she was. The pool game, going on about twenty-five feet in front of us, caught Nancy's attention, and she said, "That's a studly guy shooting now. I noticed him looking at me when we came in. I wonder if I can make him miss a shot."

The guy she was referring to looked like he was about our age. He was tall and thin and had on a muscle shirt. Wearing his Giants cap backwards and sporting several tattoos, he obviously thought he was something special. Sizing him up, I figured I could take him if I had to. I told Nancy this.

"Damn, Cal," she said, "where did all that testosterone come from? I promise you're not going to have to defend my honor."

I felt ridiculous. What had brought that on?

Nancy changed the subject, sort of. "You asked me earlier today if I liked macho guys better than nerds like Eddie. I've been thinking about that. When I was in high school I treated nerdy guys, you know, like guys in the chess club, like crap. I was really awful."

"So you still feel guilty about it?"

"You know, I actually think that's part of it," she answered. She acted as though she'd had a sudden insight. "Maybe I want to give Eddie an experience I never gave to guys like him back then. In high school and in college, until I met you, I only fooled around with jocks and high-status guys. Most of them turned out to be assholes."

Ten minutes later, seven or eight customers entered the bar. Several went to the bar, but four or five of them walked into the table area looking for seats. I noticed, after several of the new customers passed between where we sat and the pool table, that the guy in the muscle shirt was leaning on his cue stick looking straight at Nancy. I scooted my chair closer to her and looked down to check on what she was doing with her legs. She had them crossed. Looking at her bare thighs, he probably assumed that she was wearing an extremely short skirt.

Nancy noticed the guy, too. "I see Mr. Cool is checking me out," she said. "I've got my legs closed now but I must've got his interest a few minutes ago when I spread my legs." 

"That was careless of you," I said. "Now he knows your secret, that you're not wearing any panties." 

She leaned toward me ("accidentally" letting her legs drift apart) and kissed me on the cheek. Then she whispered in my ear, "Oh, yes, I'm sure he noticed that. I'll give him another look now, OK?" I was surprised at how enthusiastic she was about exhibiting herself to this guy, who, now that I'd gotten a better look at him, seemed pretty creepy to me.

"Sure, go ahead," I whispered back to her. Then I glanced down at her legs again and watched her spread her knees about fifteen inches apart. I felt my cock getting erect. A strange guy was getting an unobstructed view of my darling wife's naked cunt!

"Nancy, I think he can see everything now," I whispered. Neither of us looked directly at the guy at this point. We wanted to seem oblivious to him, so involved with each other that we were unaware of who was watching us. 

We kissed several times as she held her legs apart for at least thirty seconds before re-crossing her legs. The guy kept staring at her, though, and only stopped staring when his opponent, a paunchy guy about forty, tapped him on the back and told him it was his turn. Mr. Cool took a shot and missed. Then, with an extreme lack of interest, he watched (glancing now and then at Nancy) the paunchy guy run the table. 

A new player stood up to challenge the winner. Glad to be out of the game, I think, Mr. Cool found a seat at a table a little closer to where we sat and turned his baseball cap so that the bill faced forward. Deliberately not looking at Nancy and me, he took a few sips from his bottle of beer. 

He then did something pretty blatant but also pretty creative. Slumping back in his chair, he pulled the bill of his cap down until his eyes were hidden from us. He was trying to look very relaxed, almost as though he were taking a cat nap. But I knew, even though I couldn't see his eyes, that he was peering just beneath the bill of his cap at Nancy's legs under our table.

"Do you see what he's doing?" I asked her.

She laughed. "I sure do, and that cap routine is a new one on me," she said. "I still have my legs crossed, though. Do you want me to give him another little show?"

The cocktail hostess passed by our table just then and took our order for another round. Nancy behaved herself until the waitress returned to the bar.

"Well? Do you think I should give that guy another look or not?"

I told her to wait while I went to the toilet. I wanted her to postpone the crotch show a few minutes until she noticed me at the rear of room. In other words, I didn't want her to wait for me to return to the table.

I killed about five minutes in the toilet. Then, instead of walking directly back to our table (where, behind some milling-around customers, I caught sight of Nancy sitting demurely nursing her second glass of wine), I stood a few feet behind two men and a woman who were watching the pool game. Their view of my wife was blocked by a small clutch of guys who stood talking about a basketball game being shown on a TV set mounted on a wall. But, looking through the crowd, I noticed that Cool Guy's body was still slumped back in his chair and that the bill of his cap still rested on his nose. Just past him, I could clearly make out my wife's bare but crossed legs.

She saw me but pretended not to. Then, darling girl, she went into action.

She uncrossed her legs slowly and spread them slightly but not far enough to reveal much. I guess this was to raise her watcher's interest. Then she suddenly leaned way over to one side and reached down to the floor where she'd put her purse. As she did this she let her legs fall wide open. When she straightened up a few seconds later, she kept her legs wide open. 

I was too far away (almost thirty feet) to see exactly what Nancy was revealing to Cool Guy. In fact, it was what I couldn't see that struck me. The normal view up a woman's skirt ends at a strip of fabric, usually white. Since Nancy wasn't wearing panties, this was of course missing. But I couldn't make out any details of her cunt. And her pubic hair is so light that at a distance it hardly shows at all.

But I knew that Cool Guy, sitting only about fifteen feet from her, could see a lot more. He'd certainly gone to a lot of trouble and deserved a reward. 

After a few minutes, I took an indirect route back to my table. Nancy smiled at me and said quietly, "He's really been getting his money's worth. While he was looking between my legs he was rubbing his cock under the table. I think he's got a nice erection going."

I glanced over at him. He still had the bill of his cap pushed way forward and I couldn't see his eyes. But, looking under his table, I noticed a definite bulge in his crotch area. Seeing that I'd returned to the table, though, he'd stopped rubbing his cock through his jeans.

When, a few seconds later, Nancy crossed her legs and pulled her trench coat over her knees, he sat up in his chair and pushed his cap back to its proper, bill-forward position. I guess he could tell that the show was just about over. Either that, or the slumped-back-in-his-chair position had gotten uncomfortable. He over-acted being surprised or disoriented, as though he'd just woke up from a nap.

I tossed down my beer and, since Nancy had finished her drink, we left the bar and walked to our car. I opened the passenger side door for her and she climbed in. As she sat down, she unbuttoned the bottom of her coat and threw her legs wide open for me. I stood a few seconds holding the door open and looking down between her legs. Her cunt lips were quite wet, probably from the excitement of just having flashed a complete stranger.

"Just wait till we get home," I said. Nancy laughed and began fingering herself. 

As I walked around the car to the driver's side, I looked down the street at the bar, about two-hundred feet away. Standing in front of it, watching us very intently, was Cool Guy.

As we drove off, I checked the rear-view mirror. There he was, still standing in front of the bar. Tough luck, I thought to myself. You got to look at my wife's cunt. As soon as I get home, though, I get to eat it.

And that's exactly what I did, just before I got behind her and gave her an unusually rough fucking. As I fucked her, gripping her waist tightly and staring down at her inviting little asshole (which I'd save for another night), I had a ridiculous fantasy tape running in my head about punishing my wife with my cock for sitting so carelessly in a public place. How dare she, a married woman, allow, in one day, a teenager and a strange, rather creepy guy in a bar see her vagina! 

In pretend anger, I drove my cock into her again and again until she had a huge, loud orgasm. Sometimes, but not always, she likes it rough. After about ten minutes, as my cock throbbed with excitement, she pulled away from me, quickly turned her body around, and took it into her mouth. I held her head firmly in my hands, and after only thirty seconds or so I shot a big load of semen deep into her throat.

Damn! I loved being married to Nancy!

5. Wednesday

Suddenly it was Wednesday. Eddie was supposed to call Nancy at about 6:00 p.m. to confirm their appointment. Meanwhile, I'd taken the day off and nailed a piece of plywood over the kitchen door in the backyard studio cabin. I hadn't drilled a peep hole in it yet, but I'd rigged the window in the non-functioning kitchen so I could easily and quietly come and go through it.

Nancy, who'd gone back to work part-time at a downtown art gallery, got home from work at about 3:30. She'd gone in early in the morning to help set up a display, so her day was over early.

I showed her what I'd done in the studio cabin and she walked around the raised platform fretting about what to do with it. She hadn't bought the mats yet. We agreed to go shopping the next day and buy all she needed to make the area usable for sexual surrogacy work.

We had an early dinner and sat down together in the living room, sharing a bottle of wine, to wait for Eddie's call. Six o'clock passed and I began to wonder if he'd had second thoughts.

When Nancy's cell phone rang at 6:10, though, we both knew he'd kept his word. I leaned in close to her as she said hello. I could hear his voice faintly on the other end. It was too bad we'd given up our land line. If we'd still had it, I could've listened to the conversation on another phone. 

"That's OK, Eddie," said Nancy. "I know how these things are." He was apparently apologizing for not calling on time.

Nancy spent the next ten minutes mainly listening. I gave up trying to hear what Eddie was saying, but I could infer it from her side of the conversation. He was telling her about an experience he'd had with a girl in his school. It apparently was a painful memory for him because she kept reassuring him, saying things like "You just have to put that behind you" and "college will be a lot different."




My Wife's New Profession Ch. 02



Then she began describing to him what to expect when he came to her studio Friday evening. Apparently he was getting anxious about it. "You can wear anything you want, Eddie, but nothing tight or constricting. At first, we're going to do some relaxing exercises. And I don't want to talk about the past, about what you call 'failures.' You and I are going to start from scratch. In a way, we're both beginners. You've never had sex with a girl and I've never done sexual surrogacy work before. So we'll need to help each other, OK?"

A few seconds later, in response to something Eddie said, Nancy continued: "I don't know if we'll actually get to the intercourse part this time. I doubt it. I'd like to work up to it. We don't need to be in a hurry, you know."

I tried to imagine what my beautiful wife and a nerdy teenager not being in a hurry would look like through my peep hole. Images of this boy's hands roaming all over her body ran through my mind. They were giving me a hard-on. 

The conversation went on for another five minutes or so before Nancy closed it off. Before she did, though, she gave Eddie our address and explained that he was to walk through the side gate and around the house to the little studio she was renting in the back yard. She asked him if he thought he'd have any trouble finding the place and he assured her he wouldn't.

She smiled at me and said simply, "I think this is going to be fun."

As I put my arm around her shoulders, a thought struck me. "Are you going to make him wear a condom? I mean, if we can trust what he's said, he's a virgin and probably isn't riddled with venereal diseases."

"I gave that some thought. When we get to the fucking part, I may let him do without. For one thing, I want him to have the full sensation -- you know, like the sensation you have when you're inside me. Afterwards, we can deal with condoms. I definitely want him to know how to use them when he's at college."

"Were you serious about not fucking him this Friday?"

"I'm serious about not being in a hurry. So I think we'll probably wait till the second session. You might've missed it, but we've agreed on doing two consecutive Friday nights."

Noticing my erection, Nancy (sitting beside me on the couch) began stroking it through my trousers. "Why don't you take your pants off?" she whispered. "All this talking about sex is getting me wet. I'd really like to suck your cock."

I took off my shoes, stood up, and got out of my trousers and briefs. Nancy, still dressed in the long skirt and white top she'd worn to work, remained seated on the couch. Leaning forward, she brought her mouth up to my cock. After licking the crown of it for a while she began sucking it. Damn, it felt so good! She closed her eyes as she sucked me and I couldn't help thinking what a young, innocent looking face she had for a woman of thirty. As she fellated me, I asked her, "How big do you think Eddie's is? Are you looking forward to sucking a teenager's cock?"

She didn't answer but began licking and sucking my cock more eagerly. Then she pushed my cock up against my belly and began licking my balls.

"When you suck his cock, be sure to lick his balls like this. He'll love it."

She stopped licking and sucking my balls and, gasping for breath, finally responded, "Oh, yes, I will. I'll suck his cock and lick his balls just like this."

"And will you let him cum in your mouth?"

She had the head of my cock in her mouth again. She kept sucking it for another thirty seconds before taking it out of her mouth and saying, "Oh, yes, I will! I promise!"

When she resumed sucking my cock, occasionally stopping briefly to run her tongue all around the crown, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. After about five minutes, as she reached behind my balls with her right hand and put the tip of one of her fingers in my asshole, I came in several powerful spurts in her mouth.

As I came, all I could say was "Oh, fuck!" I said it over and over again like an idiot.

I then plopped down next to her on the couch. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," I said. "That was wonderful."

She'd swallowed my semen, all but a little that she licked from the corner of her mouth. Smiling at me, she said softly, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Cal. I sure did."

Then, as I sat back on the couch totally relaxed, she said, "I wasn't being quite truthful with you just then. I'm pretty sure I don't want that kid cumming in my mouth. But, to be honest, I'm not sure what'll happen. I don't want to script this thing."

We spent the rest of the evening doing very ordinary, non-sexual things. I had some work-related stuff to read and she was rereading one of her favorite novels, The English Patient. We fell asleep early.



My Wife's New Profession Ch. 03



6. Final Preparations on the Studio 

After we got off work on Thursday, Nancy and I put the studio cabin in shape for her first-ever sexual surrogacy session. She bought a floor lamp with a colorful tiffany top, several throw pillows, and four mats that covered most of the platform. She then set her portable CD player on the floor near the platform and tried out some relaxing music. This posed a real problem for her. She disliked the new-age schlock that some website had recommended. She eventually settled on some dreamy, almost hypnotic Ravel and DeBussy CDs from our collection.

For extra padding, she then placed several quilts over the mats just a few feet from the plywooded door to the kitchen. That's where I'd be watching as she worked with her teenage client. For intimate lighting, she set up candles on either end of the platform.

While she was doing this, I bored two small holes in the plywood, which was gouged and otherwise distressed enough to make it hard to notice them. The first one was at eye level when I was standing and the other was lower, about twenty inches from the floor. I figured that when I peeked through the lower hole, I could lie on my side, lean on an elbow, and rest my forehead just above the hole. I brought one of the four mats Nancy had bought into the kitchen and placed it on the floor so I could be more comfortable.

But (doh!) I discovered that, lying on the floor, I was too low to look easily through the hole. So I spent over an hour constructing a small platform 6 feet by 2 feet and about eighteen inches high to lie on. It was just a little higher than the large platform in the main room where Nancy and Eddie would be. Placing the mat on it, I found that the hole was the perfect height for viewing the action at platform level. And it was comfortable, too. 

Unfortunately (doh! again), I discovered what would've been obvious to me if I'd been thinking more clearly. Since I'd have to stand on the little platform I'd just built to lie on in order to look through the top peep hole, it was now too low. So I had to drill another one higher up. Since I'm fairly tall, and the doorway to the little kitchen wasn't very high, I discovered that I'd have to lean down slightly to look through it.

Stupid fucking academic! It's a good thing I wasn't trying to make a living as a carpenter.

On Friday afternoon, we piddled around the studio cabin for another hour or so before deciding it was an almost ideal set-up both for her session in the main room and my voyeurism from the kitchen area. As the time drew near for Eddie to show up, I have to admit that I was getting more and more excited. Even if he was sort of a nerd, at eighteen he was bound to be horny and virile. 

Nancy and I sat in the living room waiting for him to pull up in the driveway, which I'd vacated to provide a parking place for him. While talking to him on Wednesday, Nancy had explained that he could park there because the owner of the house would be gone. He was then to walk around the side of the house to the studio cabin where she would be waiting for him.

Nancy, looking very beautiful with her blonde hair hanging down, was wearing a short summer dress with a low neck. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, when she leaned forward her perfect little breasts were fully displayed. She'd decided to wear a pair of ordinary white cotton panties. She said she wasn't sure how long they'd stay on, though.

7. Eddie's First Session

At about 5:45 Eddie pulled his car, or his mother's car, into our driveway. Nancy saw him immediately and gave the alert. Both of us then actually ran through the house, out the back door, and back to the studio cabin. Nancy entered through the door of the cabin, and I climbed through the kitchen window. 

Puffing a little, less from physical exertion than from anticipation of what might happen, I quickly went over to the top peep hole and watched Nancy walking quickly around the room making double-sure everything was as it should be. It was still light outside, so she made the room as dark as she could by fully closing the blinds. 

About two minutes later, Eddie, looking taller and more handsome than I'd remembered him, appeared at the door, which Nancy had left open. The cast of this two-person play was in place. It was almost show time!

Looking through the peep hole, I hadn't realized how transparent her summer dress was. As she stood backlighted in the open door shaking hands with Eddie, her slender body was beautifully silhouetted. I could easily make out her slender legs and even her white panties.

She took Eddie by the hand, led him over to a folding chair, and had him sit down. Then she walked over to the door and shut it. 

Returning to where Eddie sat rather stiffly, she asked him if she'd mind if she put on some music. He nodded, a gesture she took for yes. So she walked over to the CD player and, bending down, turned on some Ravel piece (no, not "Bolero"). Then she turned on the tiffany floor lamp at the end of the platform. 

Hearing that the music was too loud, she carefully adjusted the volume to the level she wanted. She had her back to Eddie as she did this, and I watched his eyes go straight to her rear end.

This was because, as she bent forward, the back of her very short dress rode way up and her white cotton panties were visible for several seconds. Compared to what he'd seen of her a week earlier, of course, this was nothing. But this R-rated view of her ass had certainly gotten his attention. 

Looking through the top peep hole, I felt my cock beginning to stiffen in my pants. Very quietly, for the music in the main room wasn't very loud, I stepped down from the little platform I'd been standing on and removed my shoes, socks, trousers, and briefs. This took me about a minute. 

Then, wearing only my shirt, I stood on the platform again and looked through the top peep hole. The scene before me had changed slightly. Nancy had placed a folding chair opposite Eddie's and was sitting in it, her knees almost touching his. She had her hands on his thighs and was leaning forward speaking to him intimately. The music, playing softly, was slightly too loud for me to make out what they were discussing.

A few minutes later, Eddie stood up, walked toward me to the platform, and pulled his shirt over his head. His upper body was quite pale and not very well muscled. He must've been self-conscious about this because, when he turned to face my wife, he folded his arms across his chest. I remember thinking that he needed to spend more time in the sun. 

She then asked him to strip down to his briefs. He hesitated then obediently sat down on the platform and removed his shoes, socks, and pants. He then stood next to the platform in his briefs looking mostly at the floor but in the direction of Nancy. He seemed to have his hands crossed in front of his crotch. His whole body expressed something very close to humiliation.

After lighting the candles on the platform, Nancy walked over to him and placed her arms around his upper body. In a very gentle voice, just loud enough for me to heard, she said, "You've got a lovely body, Eddie. You're tall and lean. Most girls like guys who are built like you. Believe me, you don't have to be a muscle guy to attract girls."

He didn't answer. Still hugging him, she took things to new level. "I'd like you kiss me now. Imagine that you've just taken me home from a first date. I liked our date and I'm willing to show my appreciation. Show me how you'd kiss me."

She brought her face up to his. He brought his mouth down to hers. They kissed for almost ten seconds before Nancy pulled away from him. 

"That's nice," she said, "but this was a first date, so keep your tongue in your mouth, OK? Let's try again. This time, just relax your mouth as you kiss me."

They kissed again, this time for almost twenty seconds. As they kissed, I watched Nancy's hands tenderly caress the teenager's butt through his briefs. When she pulled away from him again, she whispered something to him I didn't catch.

Then I heard her ask, "Are you sure you haven't had any experience with girls?"

He mumbled something I didn't hear.

"We'll practice second and third-date kissing later, OK? But now I'd like us to play a little game. It's actually part of something sexual surrogates call regression therapy, but mainly it's just fun."

He asked her what it was.

"We're going to play a game that most children play. It's called 'Doctor.' We're going to take turns being doctor and patient. That means we're going to examine each other's bodies. Would you like to do that?"

He mumbled something that must've been assent.

"Did you ever play Doctor with, say, a neighborhood girl?"

He said he hadn't. There weren't many girls in his neighborhood and, besides, he'd always been too shy to talk to them.

She then described the role-playing situation for him: "I want you to imagine that I'm a girl from the school you went to when you were in the sixth grade. I'm over at your house and your parents aren't home. I came into your bedroom, found you wearing only your underpants, and asked you if you'd mind pretending to be a patient while I examined you. Then I said I'd get down to my panties and let you examine me, too." 

He didn't object, so smiling encouragingly, she had Eddie lie down face upward on a quilt directly in front of the plywooded door behind which I stood watching and listening. His head was directly below me. Walking behind the platform, Nancy placed a small throw pillow behind his neck to prop up his head. Self-consciously, I guess, he placed his hands back over his crotch.

Nancy then removed her sandals and climbed up on the platform. She got down on her knees next to Eddie, just to the left (from my vantage point) of him. She immediately reached forward and removed his hands from his crotch and placed them firmly at his sides.

"You don't need to cover yourself, Eddie. Remember, I'm not just a girl. I'm your doctor." She laughed. "At least I'm pretending to be your doctor, OK?"

He mumbled something that sounded like "OK."

"You know," continued Nancy, still looking him squarely in the face, "The first time I played Doctor was when I was twelve. I played the game with two boys I met at a summer camp. It's a good thing the counselors didn't catch us. Those guys really had a good time with me." 

Listening to this lie (she confirmed to me later that it was a lie), I wondered what kind of impact it was having on Eddie. 

Thinking about this, I decided to move down to the lower peep hole, the one I'd drilled about eight inches higher than the platform where Eddie and Nancy were. So, very quietly, I stepped off the little platform I'd hastily constructed and lay down on it. Once it made a little scooting noise against the kitchen floor, but I guess it wasn't loud enough for Eddie to hear. 

Leaning on my left elbow, I brought my right eye over to the hole and was a little shocked to see just how close I was to Eddie's head. I could make out a patch of hair on his cheek that he'd missed while shaving.

Nancy, meanwhile, was leaning over his body and caressing the muscles of his shoulders, upper chest, and neck. "I'm looking for signs of stress," she said. "Are you under any stress right now?"

She asked him this in a quasi-professional way, still fixing her beautiful blue eyes on his. She had to know, of course, that as she bent forward over his body the loose top of her little sun dress had fallen open and Eddie was getting an up-close view of all of her left breast and most of her right breast. 

I knew this because my vantage point was almost the same as his and this was the wonderful view I was getting. I began stroking my nearly fully hard cock as I looked past Eddie's head and up the front of her dress at my wife's delectable light-pink nipple bobbing back and forth as she painstakingly "examined" Eddie's upper body. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be a teenage kid being massaged by a perfectly gorgeous woman who seemed to be unaware that her nipple was showing.

Stress?

There probably wasn't much stress in Eddie's chest, but looking past Nancy's hands as she massaged him there, I noticed some stress in his briefs. His cock was definitely swelling.

Nancy stopped working on his upper body after three minutes or so. Still kneeling over him, she began running her fingertips over his belly. Then she let them stray down over his briefs and down to his thighs. She pretended not to notice the growing erection just beneath her.

She teased the area between his belly and thighs for at least five minutes. Though her fingertips almost made contact with his cock several times, she didn't actually touch it. Soon, however, Eddie's cock was fully erect with the head of it pressed up near the waist band of his briefs.

Finally she said, "I'll need to examine you without your underpants now. Would you mind if I pulled them down? You look pretty uncomfortable in them, anyway."

He didn't answer her, but as she reached down and gripped his briefs by the waist band and began tugging at them, he arched his back slightly to make it easier for her. As she pulled his briefs down, the front of the waist band caught for a second against the end of his erection and pulled it up to a ninety-degree angle from his body. Then, coming loose from the briefs, it slapped down heavily against his belly.

Nancy looked at him with a serious expression and said appreciatively, "That's a really wonderful thing you have there. It's the first one I've ever seen." Her voice was suddenly that of a twelve-year-old.

He didn't say anything. But he brought his right hand down to his cock and made a futile effort to cover it. In fact, as Nancy mentioned, it was a pretty big one. Not enormous, but big.

"Now, Eddie," said my wife-pretending-to-be-a-young-girl in a soft voice, "Remember I'm your doctor and I need to examine you down there. So take your hand away please." She had pulled his briefs down to the middle of his thighs. 

He seemed reluctant to do this, so she reached down and removed his hand from his very stiff cock. Growing out of a thick patch of curly black pubic hair, it was bent slightly to the left and hovered about an inch above his belly. The end of it was purplish and quite bulbous. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

Briefly abandoning the little-girl role, Nancy tried to reassure him. "Don't be embarrassed by your hard cock, Eddie. You're eighteen and it's natural for you to get one easily. You should be proud of yours. It's a really nice one and the girls you meet in college are going to love it once you give them a chance to."

He flinched as Nancy, still on her knees next to him, reached down and cradled his balls in her left hand. I watched as she gently manipulated them. Looking him straight in the eyes, she said (in the young-girl voice again), "Your balls feel quite normal. And I really like the little hairs you have growing over them."

She reached down with her right hand and gently tugged several hairs growing out of his scrotum.

Then she gripped the shaft of his cock. "Gosh," she said, "this is really hard! It's like a bone. Is that why they call them boners?"

She stopped squeezing it and began gently running her hand up and down the hard shaft. It wasn't quite a jack-off motion. It was more leisurely and purposeless than that. Eddie raised his head to peer through his glasses at what she was doing to him. Then, after less than a minute, she stopped.

"Can you pee through it when it's hard like this?" she asked.

He said he could but it was easier when it was soft.

She squeezed and stroked his erection very slowly for another three or four minutes. Then she asked, almost whispered, "Does this feel good to you?"

"Oh, yes," he said. "It feels so good." He'd begun thrusting his pelvis ever-so- slightly upward.

Seeing, I suppose, that he might be on the verge of ejaculating, she said, "I've finished my examination. Now it's your turn to examine me. Raise your butt so I can pull your underpants back up."

He did and she did. But with difficulty. She had a hard time getting Eddie's erection back inside his briefs. The swollen crown of it kept protruding above the elastic band.

Laughing, she said, "Well, you'll have to try to put it back yourself. It's so big I can't make it fit back in there."

Then, as Eddie struggled to force his erection back into his briefs, she stood up on the platform, pulled her sun dress quickly over her head, and tossed it aside. She stood over him, wearing only her white cotton panties, for almost thirty seconds. She was giving the aroused boy a nice leisurely view of her body. From my low angle, I couldn't see her face, but from the breasts down she looked every inch a goddess

"You can be the doctor now. I'll lie down now so you can examine me, OK?" Again, the silly neighborhood-girl voice. 

As Eddie rolled up on his knees, she lay down where he'd been. Except she lay with her feet toward my peep hole. As Eddie crouched next to her, on the right side of her from my perspective, she spread her legs slightly. Her panties fully covered her crotch. Did I see a little moisture in the crotch of her white cotton panties? I couldn't be sure.

"Will you please give me a pillow for my head, doctor?" she asked.

Eddie picked up the pillow he'd been using and slipped it behind her neck. I noticed, as he crawled around next to and over my beautiful wife's reclining body, that his erection was tenting his briefs in a very uncomfortable-looking way.

He then said, "OK, now I am your doctor. May I examine you?"

She laughed and said something about his stilted dialog and how it was obvious he'd had no theater experience in high school. Then she said, "Why, of course you can, doctor."

Blushing, and still sporting an impressive erection in his briefs, Eddie leaned down and began massaging my wife's neck, shoulders, and the skin between her shoulders and the area just above her naked breasts. Understandably, his eyes seemed to be fixed on her nipples. As he massaged the skin above them, her breasts quivered and bounced wonderfully, mere inches from his fingertips, and her light-pink nipples were already becoming erect.

Nancy moaned appreciatively as Eddie kept massaging her. Then she said, "Oh, doctor. That feels very good. But aren't you going to examine my breasts? That's an important part of a physical."

"Yes, I will," he said. Again, the humorously stilted dialog.

He bent forward over Nancy's naked breasts and for a second I thought he was going to kiss them. Instead, he studied them up close like specimens in a biology lab. Then, very tentatively, he reached down with his right hand and gave her right nipple a little squeeze. Then he stared at it again, watching it become even more erect.

"Oh! That felt good!" she exclaimed quietly.

I was stroking my cock and that little "oh" of Nancy's went straight to my ears, then to my brain, then to my cock. I very nearly ejaculated. 

So I let up on my cock. I didn't want to cum yet.

Eddie, meanwhile, began a more thorough "examination" of my wife's breasts. Reaching down with both hands, he placed them over her breasts and began very gently squeezing them. As he squeezed them, Nancy said, "That's right, Eddie. Oh yes, that's the way to examine them. Do they feel all right to you?"

He tried to answer, but made a choking sound instead. Then he began manipulating Nancy's breasts more aggressively.

"Be tender, Eddie," said Nancy. "Most girls don't like you to be rough with their breasts."

Stung by the apparent criticism, he removed his hands from her breasts.

"Oh, you don't have to stop, Eddie. I actually liked what you were doing. You weren't too rough yet. I just didn't want you getting any rougher."




My Wife's New Profession Ch. 03



He placed his hands back on her breasts and resumed caressing them. He did this for a very long time. Maybe five minutes.

"You can kiss my nipples if you want to, Eddie," said Nancy in a voice I could barely hear. "That's a good way to test their sensitivity."

He promptly removed his hands from her breasts, leaned down to her right nipple, and gave it a little nibbling kiss. Then, scooting back slightly, he did the same thing to her left nipple. With each kiss, Nancy's body jerked slightly. And another little "oh" escaped her lips.

"Oh, yes, they're sensitive, Eddie. Will you suck them a little more to make sure?"

The taciturn Eddie immediately seized her right breast in his left hand and brought his mouth back down to her right nipple. Soon the erect nipple disappeared completely in his mouth and I watched his jaws working as he began sucking it. Despite what she'd just told him about being gentle, he was sucking her tit pretty hungrily. He sucked it for almost a full minute (as I began stroking my cock again) before doing the same thing to her left nipple.

Nancy had been groaning encouragingly as the teenager continued manipulating her breasts and sucking her nipples. Finally, after several minutes, she exclaimed, "Oh, God, Eddie. I love that. Yes. If you keep sucking my nipples like that you're going to make me want to cum!"

Hearing this, he raised his head and looked down at her saliva-covered breasts. Pointing up at the ceiling like little hard-ons, they gleamed in the candle and lamp light.

She reached up then to her nipples and squeezed them between her thumbs and index fingers. "When a girl's nipples get really hard like this, Eddie, it means you've really excited her," she said. "So do you see what you've done to me?"

Eddie said, "Yes." He was obviously aroused -- his cock was now jutting out almost alarmingly in his briefs -- but all he could manage to say was "yes." Well, the kid was a little stiff in more than one way. 

"Eddie," said Nancy quietly but excitedly, "would you pull down my panties now? I need you to examine me down there."

Still on his knees, Eddie slid his body sideways toward my peep hole, bent forward over Nancy, took the sides of her panties in his fingers, and pulled them toward me. She lifted her lovely ass off the mat to make this easier for him. I saw that her panties stuck slightly to her vagina as he pulled them away. Eddie's breast exam had obviously gotten her wet.

Eddie slowly pulled her panties down her legs and over her feet. He then tossed them over on top of her dress. As he did this she scooted her now fully naked body at a slight angle so that her cunt wasn't directly in line with my peep hole. Her body lay so that, from my perspective, her head was at about 11:00 o'clock and her feet were at about 5:00 o'clock. Then, as Eddie knelt at her right side, she raised her knees and opened her legs almost as wide as they would go.

And there it was: my wife's beautiful cunt, beneath a wispy swatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair, on full display to this lucky teenager! That cunt I knew so well, slightly open and very moist, seemed to be begging for a good fucking. Her clitoris, excited and slightly swollen, looked like a tiny bud at the top of her cunt lips.

"I think the best way to examine me down there is to get between my legs," advised Nancy in a slightly breathless voice. "That way you can get a really close look."

Eddie adjusted his glasses on his face before maneuvering his body between Nancy's legs. His skinny butt was sticking up in the air just to my right. Leaning on his elbows, he then slowly lowered his head down between her thighs.

Watching his head get closer and closer to my wife's cunt, I nearly had an orgasm. Was this kid, who seemed to be so naïve, actually going to eat her cunt? Once again, I had to stop stroking my cock to keep from cumming.

When his face was about six inches from Nancy's cunt, Eddie froze and stared at it for almost thirty seconds. He had to be getting a nice whiff of excited cunt. His head partially blocked my view, but looking just under his chin I could make out the lower half of her vagina and the area just above her asshole.

Nancy lifted her head to see what the teenager was doing. Then she said quietly, "You can touch me down there if you want to. Do you want to?"

"Yes."

Nancy reached between her legs with both hands then. I saw that she was drawing his attention to something. "See this little thing, Eddie? It's my clitoris. It's the most sensitive part of me. When you touch it, please be gentle. I love to have it touched, but I don't like it rubbed hard, even though some girls do."

Then she pulled her hand away and kept watching to see what the boy would do.

He raised his upper body, shifted its weight to his right elbow, and slowly brought his left index finger down to her vagina. He hesitated a few seconds then, starting by touching her clitoris very lightly, he began running the tip of his index finger slowly up and down Nancy's moist cunt lips. Once or twice, he inserted just the tip of his finger between her cunt lips maybe a quarter of an inch. He did this for what seemed a long time, almost a minute, as Nancy moaned and whispered things like, "Oh, yes, Eddie. Touch me like that. Girls love to be touched gently there."

When Eddie finally stopped lightly fingering my wife's clitoris and cunt lips, he brought the index finger up to his mouth and licked it. He did this quickly, almost as though he didn't want to be caught doing it. Then, encouraged by Nancy's response to what he'd been doing, he returned it to her cunt. This time, though, he slowly inserted his index finger all the way inside her and held it there.

Nancy gasped. "Oh, God, Eddie. Yes. I've been waiting for that!"

Getting more and more aroused myself, I watched him hold his finger still inside her for maybe fifteen seconds. Then he pulled it all the way out, held it up briefly and looked at how wet it was, and reinserted it. But this time he began slowly moving it in and out of her.

Nancy was obviously getting excited. Alternating between looking down at what Eddie was doing to her and throwing her head back in pleasure, she kept muttering encouragement to him ("Oh, Eddie. Yes. Yes. Fuck me like that with your finger"). She also began moving her pelvis up and down in what looked like an almost involuntary fucking motion.

Soon, though, I noticed that Eddie was finger-fucking Nancy with both his index and his middle finger. I somehow missed the exact moment when he switched from one to two fingers. It was her gasp that alerted me to it. I guess two fingers must've felt a lot better to her than one. Anyway, Eddie's two fingers were soon fucking Nancy faster and faster and her gasps were getting louder and louder.

The teenager must've kept up this hard finger-fucking for three or four minutes, but after only a minute or so of watching it, I had to cum. I felt like roaring with pleasure as I splashed several large spurts of semen into a paper towel I'd kept handy. But I managed to keep silent.

Over the next few minutes, Nancy seemed to be approaching an orgasm, too. I kept watching as she gasped for breath and pushed her cunt up against the boy's fingers. Then her whole body began thrashing and I thought she was giving in to the orgasm.

But suddenly she stopped. Somehow she willed herself not to have an orgasm. Raising herself up on her elbows, she said, "Oh, Eddie. That's enough for now, please. It feels wonderful, but I need you to stop."

He instantly withdrew his fingers and rolled up on his haunches looking down at her. 

"Come down here and kiss me," she said softly to him. "I need you to kiss me."

His back was to me, so I couldn't see his face. But I suspect he was confused. At first, given his history with girls he probably took her asking him to stop fingering her as rejection. Was she now asking him to comfort her? 

Anyway, it took him a several seconds to lie down half on top of and half to the side of Nancy's body. She rolled him all the way off her body and soon they were lying side by side in a clench kissing deeply, romantically almost.

They broke the clench after a minute or so and I could hear Nancy whispering words of assurance to the boy. She kept talking to him intimately like this as he made short grunted responses. Then I heard her say it was time to get up. 

Just before he stood up, she said to him, "Don't worry about it. It often happens to men when they get excited." Then, as he turned his body sideways to me, I saw what she was referring to. Eddie's erection had at least partially subsided because he had ejaculated. There was a huge wet spot covering the left-front part of the briefs.

Standing up, Nancy said, "You might as well take those off. You can go home without them, I think."

She watched him remove his soggy briefs. Then, still totally naked, she walked over to him. He thought she was going to kiss him again, I think, because he reached out with his hands to receive her. But, instead, she surprised him (and me) by dropping suddenly to her knees, taking his softening cock in her right hand, and putting the end of it in her mouth.

He grunted something that sounded like, "Whuh?"

This was happening a few feet in front of the platform and his back was partially turned to me, so I didn't have a great view of Nancy sucking his cock. 

At any rate, it didn't last long. After fellating him for about ten seconds, Nancy removed Eddie's cock from her mouth and stood up. With a little laugh, she said, "That's an example of oral sex. But we'll save more of it for next time. You have an exceptionally nice cock, and it's going to be great fun practicing oral sex with you."

Then, abruptly, she turned her back on him and quickly got back into her sun dress and sandals. He was slower getting dressed, but managed to accomplish this feat in five minutes or so. Nancy then took him by the hand and led him back to where they'd begun their session. Again they sat knee-to-knee in folding chairs and chatted for another five or ten minutes. I assumed they were rehashing what had just occurred.

What they were doing now wasn't very interesting to me, so I stopped watching them and quietly got back into my pants and shoes in the kitchen. Several minutes later, I heard Nancy say, "Wait a second. I'll walk out to your car with you." Then I heard the door to the studio cabin shut. I knew that she was walking with Eddie around the side of the house.

I waited only a few more seconds before climbing out the studio cabin's kitchen window and walking to the back door of our house. I walked through the house and looked out the living room window just in time to see Eddie climbing behind the wheel of his mother's car. Nancy stood in front of the car, and when he backed out into the street and drove off, she waved to him.

I opened the front door and let her in. She gave me a big kiss and asked me how I'd like their little show. 

I explained that I thought she'd been wonderful. I immediately picked her up and laid her down in the center of the living room floor. I didn't bother to remove her sun dress. As I spread her legs, I saw what I hadn't noticed a few minutes earlier: that she hadn't put her panties back on. I then dove between her legs and began eating her tasty, just-fingered cunt. 

As I ate her, I stopped once to ask her, "Is this what you're going to have that boy do to you next time? Are you going to let him eat your pussy?"

Approaching her orgasm, she wasn't very coherent. "Oh, God, I don't know. Uh, yes, I think. Oh, God!"

Then, a few seconds later, she went quiet and her body got very stiff. As I continued tonguing her clitoris and ramming two fingers deep in and out of her cunt, though, she gasped and had a loud, pelvis-thrashing orgasm that lasted almost thirty seconds. 

I lay down next to her on the floor then. After she recovered from her orgasm, we began talking about what would happen next week between Eddie and her. The next session would be next Friday, but a little later in the evening. She'd ask him to come to the backyard studio cabin at 8:00 o'clock.

Then she told me she owed him ten dollars. She was charging him fifty dollars per session and he'd given her three twenty-dollar bills. Since she had no change, she told him he could pay her only forty dollars next time.

"I guess this makes me a whore, sort of," she said, smiling.

"Well," I said, "I think that's a pretty loose definition of 'whore.' You're getting paid to build his sexual confidence. I don't think many whores care what happens to their johns. All they want is the money."

Nancy kissed me and said, "So maybe next Friday I'll 'help' him for free. That would dispose of the issue, right?"

I agreed. I told her I couldn't wait to watch her next session with Eddie and she said she'd try to make it worth the wait. 

It was about 8:30 then and both of us were quite hungry. We went out to dinner and drinks afterwards. We had such a good time that we almost forgot about what had just happened. Later that night we discussed it, though, and this led to various wonderful sexual acts.



My Wife's New Profession Ch. 04



8. Eddie's Second Session

The week since my wife's first session with Eddie passed quickly, and soon it was Friday again. Her surrogacy appointment with her virgin teenage client wasn't until 8:00 p.m., so we had a leisurely dinner at home and watched a little television before our nervous anticipation (yes, she admitted to some, too) started to set in.

To calm herself for the session, Nancy sat in the living room nursing a glass of wine. Meanwhile, I went out to the studio cabin in the back yard, smoked a joint, and had several beers as I puttered around with the set-up. I'd thought about installing a miniature camera to record the event but decided it was too much trouble. Besides, I already had several excellent videos of her with other men.

I made my small viewing platform in the kitchen a little more comfortable by adding two more pillows. In the main room, I moved the candles in slightly closer to where my wife would be "working" with her young client.

Just as I rejoined Nancy back in the house at about 7:45, she spotted Eddie pulling into the driveway.

"Damn!" exclaimed Nancy. "He's early again."

As we did the week before, we both ran (laughing at ourselves this time for being caught so off-guard) through the house, out into the yard, and back to the studio cabin. As before, I went through the kitchen window at the back of the cabin and Nancy entered through the front door. I immediately situated myself at the lower of the two peep holes I'd drilled, and, putting my eye up to it, watched Nancy greet Eddie, who had walked around the side of the house.

This time she was dressed in a long skirt and a very diaphanous white blouse. And I knew (because she'd showed me) that she wasn't wearing any panties.

She kissed the boy on the cheek and led him over to the two folding chairs where they'd sat a week earlier when they chatted. She again had them sit knee-to-knee. Then, leaning toward him with her hands on his legs, she started an earnest conversation with him. She had lighted the four candles and turned on the floor lamp, but she hadn't yet switched on the CD player. So I was able to make out most of what she was saying to him.

For twenty minutes or so, they discussed what it might be like meeting girls in college. She kept trying to reassure him that he would be successful in his relationships. College wasn't like high school. The old status groups were irrelevant. Everyone was starting over socially.

Finally, just as I was beginning to get bored, she said something about kissing, stood up, and pulled Eddie to his feet. Pressing her body against him, she raised her face to be kissed. Because of the difference in their height – Eddie is about 6' 1" and Nancy's only 5' 4" – she stood on her tiptoes as they kissed. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and smiled up at him. Then, placing her hands around his neck, she pulled him down to kiss him again. It was a long, wet, lingering kiss this time and, watching them from the side, I could tell that there was a lot of tongue-in-mouth activity. 

She finally broke away, breathing heavily, and turned her body around so her back was pressed up against him. Reaching back and taking his hands in hers, she lifted them up to her breasts so he could caress them. I heard her use the words, "I want you to feel my breasts, Eddie."

For the next few minutes, Eddie did as she'd asked, gently squeezing her breasts from behind and, several times, gently rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

I hadn't had time to get undressed, or at least get out of my pants. I was really enjoying the foreplay, but I stood up from my little platform and took a minute or so to take off my shoes, socks, and trousers. Then I lay back down and resumed looking through the peep hole I'd drilled in the plywooded kitchen door.

Eddie was still manipulating Nancy's breasts from behind, except now he had his hands under her blouse. And he was leaning forward and kissing the side and back of her neck. As I watched his fingers working under my wife's blouse, my cock began to get hard. I didn't touch it, though. I didn't want to get too excited too soon.

Nancy whispered something to Eddie. He hesitated only briefly then surprised me by picking my wife up in his arms and carrying her toward me and up on to the platform. She weighs around 115 pounds, so even though he wasn't well-muscled, she couldn't have been much of a load for him. Still, to balance his burden, she placed an arm over his shoulder.

When he laid her down on the platform with her sandaled feet toward my peep hole, she laughed and said, "See, I knew you could do it. There's something about being carried around by a strong man. It's primitive, sort of like caveman days. And I think it's exciting. But don't assume that every girl you meet is going to like it. Some don't."

He knelt over her body, on her left side from my perspective. He adjusted his glasses as he looked down at her. Maybe I was just getting used to looking at him, but somehow he appeared a lot less nerdy now than when I first saw him. He seemed almost handsome.

Lying on her back, Nancy began talking about what had just happened. 

"Eddie, did you enjoy kissing me?" 

"Uh, yes."

"Have you ever kissed a girl like that? I mean, putting your tongue deep inside her mouth?"

"No."

"Have you ever felt a girl's breasts like you just did mine?"

"Well, I got to feel yours last week. But yours are the only ones."

"All this, you understand, is sort of second-date stuff. You don't want to kiss a girl like that and grab her tits unless you're sure she wants you to. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to kiss me some more?"

"Yes."

She then reached up to him and gently pulled him down to her. She'd already given him permission to play with her breasts, so he planted his right hand firmly on her left breast as he bent down to kiss her. As they kissed, I watched his hand kneading Nancy's perfect breast for almost a full minute. Apparently finding the position awkward, though, the boy took some initiative. He released Nancy's breast and quickly swung his right leg over her, quickly straddling her body.

Then he knelt forward again to kiss her. Both Nancy and Eddie were still fully clothed, of course, so there was chance that his assuming a male-on-top position could lead to actual intercourse. From my view, all I could see were my wife's legs (slightly spread so, peering up her skirt, I could see almost all the way up to her crotch) and Eddie's backside. After a few minutes, I noticed that, as they necked, Nancy was running her hands through the teenager's curly hair.

They must've kept this up for another five minutes before Nancy tapped Eddie on the back and said, rather breathlessly, "OK, that's enough of this. I want us to do some more explorational play. It's a technique I'm just learning about."

Eddie rolled off Nancy and let her sit up. As she spoke, she looked past Eddie and straight into my peep hole. "Here's what we do. First, we get naked. Then we're going to do a little gentle wrestling on these mats. It's a transitional exercise, a way that we can touch each other but not in a fully sexual way. I think you'll like it."

Eddie just knelt there looking at Nancy. Smiling at him, she said, "You first. Get completely naked. Then I'll let you undress me."

He stood up then, to my left and near the edge of my field of vision, and quickly removed his shoes, socks, jeans, and shirt. Nancy stood up, too, and, stepping off the platform, walked over to the CD player. She'd selected something nineteenth-century and French. I noticed, looking at him in his briefs, that all the necking they'd done had given him a partial hard-on.

"Take off you underpants, too," said Nancy, returning to the platform.

He turned his back to her and quickly stepped out of his briefs. When he turned around to face her, I realized I'd been wrong about his hard-on being partial. For suddenly he was fully erect, his hard young cock pointed upward at about a 2:00 o'clock angle. He made no effort, which would've been futile anyway, to cover himself.

"Wow," said my wife with a laugh, "When we wrestle, you'll have to be careful with that big thing. Funny, but it looks even larger tonight than it was last week."

She then stood up and said, "Now you can do me."

The lanky teenager, his cock bobbing in front of him, stepped over to my wife. Then, as she raised her arms, he lifted her blouse over her head. He handed it to her and she tossed it casually on the floor in front of the platform. Standing topless just in front of him, Nancy, or at least her breasts, immediately became magnets for Eddie's hands. He reached out, clutched them firmly, and began manipulating them. Smiling at him, Nancy exclaimed, "Eddie! That's enough of that for now. Finish undressing me, please."

She lifted up one of her feet to draw attention to her sandals. Eddie released her breasts, bent forward, and removed first one sandal then the other. Next Nancy pointed to the clasp at the side of her skirt. The boy reached forward and unfastened it. Her long skirt fell in a clump over her feet.

Now gorgeously naked, she freed her feet from her skirt and said, "Now we're both in our birthday suits. Isn't it wonderful?" As she said this, she ran the fingers of her right hand lightly through her little swatch of pubic hair.

From my low viewing angle, I could only see Nancy and Eddie from the chest up. They were two naked headless bodies, hers virtually perfect and his young and scrawny.

Eddie's back had been slightly to me, but when he turned more sideways to me, I saw that his erection still pointed very impressively upward. An odd image came into my mind: Batman's cock on Robin's body. 

Nancy put her hands around Eddie's neck and pulled her body against his. As she did this, she somehow managed to push his stiff cock to the side with her waist. They kissed again, fully naked now, and it was exciting to watch Nancy's breasts pressed against the boy's body. 

The music coming from the CD player wasn't very loud, so I was able to hear what she told him almost word-for-word. "Let's do some wrestling now," she said. "It's not exactly wrestling, though. It's more like creative body entwining. The idea is to sort of get wrapped up with each other in as many different positions as we can."

He look a little puzzled, so, after having him remove his glasses and set them down at the far end of the platform, she said, "For a start, you're going to try to turn me over and pin me on my back. I'll offer some token resistance to you. But don't be rough with me, OK? Remember, I'm not as strong as you. I'm a girl."

She then got down on her hands and knees with her beautiful naked ass aimed straight at my peep hole. I was momentarily getting a better view of my wife's cunt and asshole than Eddie was, but I knew this was likely to change soon.

But Eddie still wasn't quite sure what to do. So Nancy told him to kneel next to her, on her left side, facing in the same direction she was. She tried to explain the positions to him: "You've seen wrestling matches before, right? Wrestlers start their matches standing up, but after there's a fall, or whatever it's called, they go into these top and bottom positions. When the ref blows his whistle, the wrestler on top tries to roll the one on the bottom over and pin him."

But he said he'd never seen a wrestling match before. Nonetheless, following her instructions, he placed himself parallel to and just to Nancy's left side (from my vantage point). Soon there were two naked rear ends, a scrawny male one with two or three pimples on it and a beautiful, fuck-inviting female one, staring at me. She told him to wrap his right arm around her waist and his left hand on her left arm.

"When I say 'wrestle' try to roll me over," said Nancy.

A few seconds later, she said, "OK, Eddie. Wrestle!"

She spread her legs a little wider apart and lowered her upper body so her face was pressed down against the mat. Eddie tried to pull her toward him, but she offered a lot of resistance for someone as light as she was. Finally, after almost twenty seconds of Eddie's grunting and Nancy's squealing and giggling, he reached between her legs (making full if accidental contact with her cunt) and tipped her over on her back. He then tried to "pin" her by pressing down on her shoulders with his hands.

She tossed her body from side to side in a half-hearted effort to keep her shoulders off the mat. Then, in a surprisingly quick move, she slid out from under him (he hadn't put enough of his weight on her) and threw her body sideways and away from him. She almost escaped, but he pounced on her again and soon was on the verge of holding her shoulders down again. 

That's when she did something that took him by surprise. She reached up with her right hand and grabbed his erection. Laughing, she said, "Look what I've got!"

But she quickly released his cock and for the next ten minutes, in a confusing tangle of arms, legs, asses, and grabby hands, Eddie and my wife rolled around on the mats. Both of them were laughing and breathing hard. She grabbed his hard cock several times. Just as often he managed to get her breasts in his hands. And once he definitely slipped a finger into her cunt. 

Finally, tired out from their exertions, they came to a resting position, he on his back with his head near my peep hole and she facing away from me as she straddled his chest and leaned forward. She seemed to be holding his legs. Breathing hard, she kept more or less still for a good thirty seconds, and her crotch, about two feet above and in front of his face, was on glorious display. Their bodies lay at a slight angle from me, so I couldn't see all that Eddie could. But I knew that, even without his glasses, he was seeing plenty.

Then, in sudden move, Nancy clutched Eddie's thighs firmly and fell off him to one side. This caused him to roll with her until he was again on top. But, pausing only a second or so, Nancy rolled him back again until she regained her position atop of him. They were soon in the same position with respect to each other that they were in a minute earlier, but now (bless her!) she had aligned the two of them with my peep hole.

My beautiful, considerate wife was making sure I'd get to see exactly what would happen next! 

She sat up for a few seconds before lowering her upper body again and, as Eddie lay with his chest heaving, slid herself backwards until her cunt and ass were once more dominated his field of vision. This time, though, I was being treated to the same wonderfully obscene view.

Her cunt, its lips slightly open, was quite moist. Her perfect little asshole was slightly moist, too, probably from sweat. Stroking my cock slowly and staring at what Eddie was staring at, I was already on the verge of cumming.

Meanwhile, he just lay there enjoying the close-up view of my wife's crotch for another twenty seconds or so. Then he did what any normal male would do in his place. He reached up with his right hand and inserted his index finger into her vagina.

She gasped as he did this then said, "No fair! If you don't stop, I'm going to have to do something to you." Raising herself up slightly and scooting her middle-body back so that her crotch was even closer to his face, Nancy again gripped his cock and began licking and sucking it. Because her body was in the way, I couldn't actually see her doing this, but I could tell by the motions of her right arm and head what was going on.

I wondered if this might not be too much for a virginal teenager. He'd never fucked a girl before. That meant he'd probably never had oral sex with a girl, either. But here was a cunt right in his face, the cunt of a beautiful woman who happened to be sucking his cock. And she was letting him finger-fuck it! Would it be a temptation for him or a turn-off?

Like Eddie, I stared at his index finger going in and out of her pink and very wet cunt. I noticed that her clitoris was swollen and protruding rather prominently from her clitoral sheath. The pubic hair below her clitoris was slightly wet, too. 

Then he did what any normal male heterosexual would do. Removing his finger from her, he lifted his face up to Nancy's lovely cunt, stuck out his tongue, and gave it a tentative lick. Then he relaxed his head and lay back again, apparently trying to decide how he liked the flavor of pussy.

Nancy just said "Mmmm" when he licked her. Her mouth was obviously full of his cock.

Some guys take to cunnilingus as once and with enthusiasm, others get used to it and do it reluctantly, while others simply don't like it and refuse to do it at all. Eddie, I discovered in the next ten minutes, was definitely the first sort of guy.

For after getting a taste of my wife's cunt, he became almost desperately hungry for it. Within seconds of his first tiny lick, he'd brought his mouth up again to her cunt and was licking and sucking it like a starving man. His lips and tongue against and inside her cunt were making a loud slurping sound, and watching him pry her cunt wider apart with his thumbs as he performed eager but clumsy cunnilingus on her, it was really hard to keep from cumming.

She raised her head up when he began eating her cunt and, still gripping his erection, I think, expressed her delight at what he was doing. "Oh, Eddie, yes! Yes! Use your tongue just like that! God, I love it!"

This was followed by moans, groans, little squeals of pleasure, and even laughter. She was having a great time. Eddie's head was in the way most of the time, so I couldn't always see exactly what he was doing with his tongue. Instead, I became almost fixated on Nancy's tight little asshole that came into occasional contact with his rather long Italian nose. I watched her asshole flex and relax as the teenager lashed her cunt with his tongue. 

After another five minutes or so, Nancy raised her head and began groaning louder. Then she began making a familiar whimpering sound and I knew she was about to have an orgasm. But I beat her to it. Staring at close range at her tight asshole, pulled slightly open by Eddie's fingers as he spread her cunt while eating it, I ejaculated in several large spurts into a paper towel. Oh, fuck! It felt really great and my cock kept twitching for several seconds after a came. 

Seconds later, as the boy kept relentlessly eating her cunt, Nancy reached a loud and long orgasm. I watched her body twitch then stiffen as she came. Then, but only briefly, she let her body slump forward on to the boy's legs, a move that lifted her sloppy-wet cunt off of his face.

She recovered fast, though. She quickly rolled off Eddie and turned her body around so that she was leaning over him. Looking past her, I noticed that his cock was still stiff, its swollen red head pointed like a weapon at my peep hole. With all the stimulation he's received, I'd half expected him to have cum already.

Looking him intently in the eyes, she said, "Oh, Eddie. Thank you. That was wonderful. I had a huge orgasm and it felt wonderful." Then she bent down and kissed him deeply, tasted the flavor of her own cunt in his mouth. As they kissed, she reached down his body and caressed his hard cock with her left hand.

They broke the kiss and I heard Nancy ask, "Are you ready to put your big cock inside me?"

"Should I use a condom, like you said I always should?" he asked.

"Never mind that. I'm perfectly clean and this is your first time. I think you can just go ahead and put it in me."

As Eddie sat up, Nancy got down on her hands and knees but at a slight angle from my vantage point. "I'd like you to fuck me from the back, Eddie," she said in a quiet voice.

Eddie hesitated only briefly before knee-walking his scrawny body up behind her and, using his right hand, placing the end of his cock against my wife's very wet cunt. It was so hard and upward-pointing that he actually had to push the crown of it down to find the right angle into her cunt. 




My Wife's New Profession Ch. 04



Looking over her shoulder at him, Nancy almost hissed at him, "Please! Just put it in now. I really need it!"

Gripping her waist, he plunged his big cock quickly all the way inside her. Nancy gasped as he did this. Then she said, "Now fuck me slowly. Move it in and out of me slowly."

And he did. From my angle I couldn't see his cock going in and out of her except when he was mostly out of her, with only the tip of his cock between her cunt lips. But it was a wonderful sight and, even though I'd just cum, I found it very exciting.

Gradually, over the next five minutes, Eddie increased the pace of his thrusting and began making a low grunting noise. I could tell that he was getting close to cumming inside my beautiful wife. Nancy, meanwhile, seemed to have relinquished all control over the situation. An odd whimpering sound came from deep inside her. Then she exclaimed, "Oh, fuck, Eddie! Your cock feels wonderful. Oh, fuck! I think it's the best cock I've ever had in me!"

As she made these peculiar utterances, interspersed with a lot more whimpering and a lot of "oh, oh, oh" noises, she reached between her legs with her right hand and stimulated her clitoris. 

But "best cock?" Oh, well, I guess she was just trying to build his confidence. Remembering some of her other fuck sessions, my guess was that Adrian, or the two guys Reno, or maybe Wayne in Butte, Montana, had done a better job of fucking her. And, not to boast, but she really loves my cock inside her. She cums as quickly and strongly with me as with any other guy.

Meanwhile, his ego stroked, Eddie drove his cock into her harder and harder for another few minutes until, throwing his shoulders back, he announced, "Oh, I'm cumming now. I'm really cumming now!" He threw his head back and I watched his buttocks flex three or four times as he shot semen deep inside my wife.

I thought to myself, it's a good thing she's on birth control pills. Teenage semen is probably especially potent. 

He kept his cock stationary inside her until Nancy, well fucked, slumped forward on the mat. Breathing heavily, she lay with her head pressed against the mat for almost thirty seconds. Finally, she rolled over on her side. Smiling up at Eddie, she said softly, "Thank you, Eddie. I need a few minutes to recover. But please do me a favor and get some toilet paper out of the bathroom. I can feel your cum leaking out of me. I don't want it all over the mats."

He jumped to his feet and walked briskly over to the small toilet. I heard the toilet paper dispenser rolling then he returned with a wad of paper, which he handed to Nancy. She dabbed her cunt with it and stood up. Keeping the wad between her legs, she embraced him.

She thanked him again for fucking her so well, and I could tell she really meant it. There wasn't anything condescending about her gratitude. 

Then, suddenly assuming a professional tone, she announced that the session was over. It was time for him to get dressed and leave. He'd made almost astonishing progress, she said, and now it was time for the girls in Santa Barbara to enjoy him. 

As he got back into his briefs and jeans (with some difficulty, since his cock was still half hard), and she pulled on her long skirt, Nancy asked him if he thought he was ready for a more complete social experience with the girls he'd meet.

"Well," he said, "I guess I'm ready to have sex with them. I might still be a little shy around them, though."

Still beautifully topless in her skirt, she embraced him again and kissed him fully on the lips. "Don't worry about that. If you feel shy around them, just imagine how they might look writhing beneath you as you fuck them. Remember how well you fucked me. Respect girls, be polite and not too pushy. But never forget that all of us girls, no matter how respectable we like to appear, really crave a good non-coerced fucking. Don't overthink it. It's really very simple."

He caressed her breasts as they kissed and seemed reluctant to let go of them. Finally he did, and she showed him out the door. Just as he was leaving, he pulled some money out of his pocket and offered it to her.

But she refused it, saying, "That was too good for me to charge you money, dear. You're such a quick learner that you actually taught me something about sex tonight."

She gave him another little kiss then stood in the door watching him walk around the side of our house to his car. After giving him a parting wave, she shut the door and walked toward me. I stood up then and pulled my trousers back on.

"How was that, Cal?" she asked through the plywooded door. "Could you see everything?"

"Yes!" I answered. "Give me a minute to get out of here."

I opened the kitchen window, tossed my shoes and socks through it, and crawled out it. I then walked around to the front of the studio cabin.

Still topless despite the possibility of being seen by our neighbors, she met me there and gave me a big hug and kiss. "That was way better than I thought it would be," she said. "I could actually feel him shooting cum inside me. Other than you, he's the first guy since college to do that, you know. It felt wonderful, but I need to go inside now and take a shower. Would you like to take one with me?"

We spent a few minutes shutting down Nancy's sexual surrogacy studio for the night. Then we went back into the house, showered together, and went almost straight to bed. We lay there awhile talking about her session with Eddie. She mentioned that he was surprisingly adept at cunnilingus and guessed that he'd seen it done on some porno site. Seeing how pleased she'd been by him, I asked her if she wanted to have sex with him again before he went away for college. She said she didn't.

"Once was enough, I think," she whispered. "I know you came just a while ago, but I'd like you to fuck me, Cal. I came when Eddie ate me, but what I want right now is your cock inside me. He did a wonderful job of fucking me from behind, but he didn't quite get me off."

So that "best cock" comment must've been just to flatter him. Anyway, after another thirty minutes of so of foreplay, I was hard again and gave my wife a good hard fucking. Feeling competitive, I fucked her dog-style just as Eddie had so she could compare us. I kept asking her if I felt as good as he had felt. Screaming, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she had a loud, cock-squeezing vaginal orgasm. 

Then, ten minutes later, she had a second oorgasm as I ass-fucked her from behind. 

"Would you like Eddie to do this to you?" I asked as I ejaculated deep inside her asshole.

"Oh, yes, Cal!" she screamed into her pillow. "Yes! Yes!"

A few minutes later, after she'd recovered from her second orgasm with me, she laughed and told me she hadn't meant it. She didn't really want Eddie to fuck her in the ass. She'd only said it because she got carried away. Right now, she continued, she was tired of thinking about Eddie. Also, she was suddenly very sleepy. All this fucking had exhausted her.

I lay awake for a while before asking her, "Since you've got your studio set up, would you like to schedule a surrogacy session with some other college-bound guy?" 

But she didn't answer. My darling wife, dreaming of who knows what, was sound asleep.