15 comments/ 19103 views/ 16 favorites Bitch Goes Pro By: jaF0 Here I find myself sitting in a small bar at lunch time watching several very scantily clad ladies walking a runway in a lingerie and swimwear fashion show of sorts. Between shows, they also make the rounds of the tables talking to the various men, offering closeup looks at the clothing to try and sell some of the outfits. This is how the company makes some of their money, but much of it comes from what the bar owners pay for the shows. They do it as advertising to help bring in more business clients. Many of the girls take it a bit further, sitting with the customers letting them feel the clothing to check the material and workmanship. Of course they also end up feeling what's under the clothing. This is what has my attention at the moment as a tall blond in a white lace bra, garter belt, stocking and 6" heels is standing beside a table as one of the men at the table is examining the ties at the sides of the panties. The real interest for me though is that this is my wife. This has been happening for several months since I introduced her to the owner of the lingerie shop that runs the shows. There was instant agreement and approval for all of us once she found out what it was all about. She started working the next day. Due to some unrelated problems, we had gone to a separation and these shows were one of the few times I was able to see and visit with her. I look up and find her standing beside my table instead of theirs asking if I liked what I saw over there. Indeed I replied, I liked it a great deal. She then says "Stay here. Do not leave this table for any reason. I'm going back over there and sit with them for a while. If you get up from this table, I'm leaving and you won't see me for a while. If you behave, I'll be back in a little while and explain further. Do we have a deal?" she asked. What else could I say, but yes? I needed to talk to her about a few things that couldn't wait until the next week's show. Still in the lingerie, she saunters back over to their table making sure I could see her ass move as she did. One of the men stands and she sits between them. Very closely between them, so that they're both pressed against her thighs. I can tell they're talking, but they're also all looking over at me as she appears to grin and giggle a bit. Then I notice not all of their hands are visible, at least not above the table. Shifting may gaze downward, I see that each of them has a hand on one of her stocking clad legs moving towards her bare thighs. She leans into one of them and smiles at me wickedly as I notice that her hands and also busy, one on a thigh, the other rubbing the crotch of the man she's leaning against. She makes a gesture with her lips to blow me a kiss, then kisses the man she's groping. I can't see the mens' hand any more, but from the look on her face, I can tell they're well above her stocking tops. She looks at me again, then opens her legs wider so I can see better that one of them has his hand inside her scanty panties. This is all happening in a fairly well lit bar, but the booth is facing the back, away from the staff so they can't see anything. The show has long been over and the other girls have dressed and gone. This continues for several more minutes as they also carefully examine her bra, inside and out. Flushed a bit, she excuses herself, goes to the back room to dress and returns to my table. I realize that all she's done is put on a simple very short dress over the same white lingerie. She sits down and asks me if I'm upset at all. I tell her no, quite the opposite. She's sitting across the table from me, but I can tell she's more than a bit aroused. "OK, on to the next part. Go HOME and stay there. It'll only take you about 10 minutes to get there. I'll call in 15 minutes. If you answer, we'll talk for a minute and tell you when I'll be there. If you don't answer, I won't call back. Maybe not for quite a while, if you get my meaning. If you answer, you'll like what happens. If you don't, you won't. Understand?" I nodded in agreement and left, heading straight for the house. Sure enough, the phone rang just as I got there and grabbed it. "Good" she says with no other greeting. "It's a little after two now. I have some things to do and I'll be there sometime around five or so. Don't leave. I'll be calling back a couple of times to make sure you're still there. If you don't answer, well, you know." She hung up before I could respond. True to her word though, she called two or three more times and only said something brief to let me know it was her. A little after five, her car pulled in the driveway. She walked in the house in different clothes and made a little small talk, then instructed me to follow her to the bedroom where she told me to get undressed and lay down. In one move she pulled her dress over her head. Now nude except for her heels, she straddled me and slid onto my cock. I could tell her cunt was somewhat looser than usual, but we hadn't done this for a while so it didn't register at first, until she spoke. "Feels used, doesn't it?" I agreed. "Since you've done what I've asked so far, I'm ready to tell you the rest if you want to hear it. If you don't, I'll stand up and go to the other room and pack a few more things." Of course I didn't want that, so I signaled for her to continue. She rose and fell on my cock a few times as she reached for her purse. Pulling out a wad of twenties, she says "this is the $100 I got for doing today's show." In the other hand was another, larger wad of bills. "THIS is the $500 I got from the two guys at the bar after they fucked me in a motel room. Shocked to find out your wife is a hooker? Upset?" Well, yes, I was, but no, I wasn't for some reason. "You're still hard, so I guess you're not too mad. You may even be a little harder, so I guess you want to hear more?" Indeed I did. "It was a usual session except for the show we put on for you at the bar. They got a discount for that. Once we got to the room and I knew you hadn't tried to follow us, things got started as I went down on both of them. I usually alternate between their cocks when I do two guys. They seem to like that. After a few minutes, I bent over leaning against the wall so they could fuck me. We moved to the bed where we really got into it. I really love it when I get one in my cunt and another in my ass, knowing they're paying extra for it. These are regulars I've had several times, so no condoms. And yes, they both came inside your hooker wife, if that turns you on." She could tell it did from the look that came over her face as I dumped her third load of the afternoon into her. We finished, she went to the bathroom, then returned. "Are you sure you're OK with everything so far?" I assured her I was. "Well, then, time for the rest. The motel is giving me trouble. The manager caught on after my continued visits every few days. At first he just wanted extra money, which I was OK with. Then he wanted more, as in freebies. I gave in once but he was a lousy lay and I didn't want to let him have me again. So, he started really jacking the rates up. Today was my last time there since he started threatening to call the cops if I didn't do this or that to him and his friends. So, I need a place to work. The room I'm renting is s too small and the people would never let a parade of men visit me. I can't always go to the guys' places. Some have families. Some just don't want to do it at home. Then I realized we have all that space downstairs that's unused." I was beginning to understand where this was going. "But there's one more test you have to pass." And that was? "I have a client coming here in about an hour. He knows all about what's happening and has agreed to a few things. You've mentioned a few times you might be interested in seeing me with another man. I always rejected the idea for various reasons. Mainly I didn't like the idea and didn't understand why you wanted it. Since I've been doing this, I've worked with a couple of other girls, watched them get laid and they've watched me. I've also done a couple of groups and had some of the men watch me while waiting their turn so now I kind of understand your desire and I'm ready to let it happen under some conditions." She proceeded to lay things out in her now familiar bitchy manner. "This client IS going to fuck me, right here in this bed we're laying on. That is a done deal. Nothing will change that. What you're going to do is sit over there in that chair where you can see and hear everything. As long as you stay in that chair, everything will be fine. If you get out of that chair, you will be put back in it and tied to it so you can't get up again. You are going to be in that chair while I get fucked, probably more than once. You may be there for a while. I don't care if you watch, read a book, take a nap, jack off or whatever you want to do, as long as you don't try to get up. Understand?" Clearly things were taking a turn I wasn't sure I was prepared for. "When he leaves, we'll talk more about the future. I have no intention of stopping. I like the sex and I love the money. If I don't do it here with your help and approval, I'll do it somewhere else without you." I was then told to straighten the room, greet the client at the door when he arrived, show him to the room and take my seat without being asked. She went into the other bedroom and closed the door. I could hear the shower running and drawers and closets opening and closing as she prepared. Then there was the scent of her perfume I had bought for her on our anniversary. I slipped into a simple robe and waited. The doorbell rang. As I proceeded to meet her guest, she changed rooms without me seeing her. He asked for a drink which I retrieved and showed him to the room. When I opened the door, I was stunned at the vision before us. She stood there in incredible lingerie and the tallest black patent heels I had ever seen. Her lips and nails were fire red, her hair tossed wildly. And that perfume. He went immediately to her and took her in his arms as I went to my assigned chair. Breaking away from his hug, she carefully undressed him folding and laying his clothes aside. His stiff cock rose as she uncovered it and stroked it with her nails, caressing his balls. She turned her head slightly to look me in the eyes as she began to lick it with her tongue, then parted her lips and engulfed the head. She turned her attention back to the task at hand, taking most of his length into her mouth making sure I could see her wedding ring working his shaft. As she drew back, her lipstick smeared along the shaft. She continued to work on him with her mouth while using her hands on his balls. At one point it appeared she had inserted a finger in his ass. She then stood up, laid back on the bed and opened her legs wide as he moved between them and began to lick and nibble her cunt pulling her sheer negligee' aside. She closed her legs around his head and locked her heels together as she moaned at his work. Soon, she opened her legs again to release his head and he moved up into position. I could see one of her hands working her clit as the other stroked the cock she was about to take, guiding it closer. One more time she looked me in the eye and said 'Enjoy!' With that, he entered her and worked his way into her until his was in fully. She motioned to me to come over to her. "It's OK, no penalty. I want you to see this up close. I want to you take a good look at your wife's cunt with another man's cock buried in it. This is what you wanted, right?" I acknowledged that it was as I examined their point of coupling. She then motioned me back to the chair. Then the real fucking started. They went at it like animals in heat as they bounced around and changed positions several times. She rolled up on all fours so that yet again she was looking me in the eyes as he worked into her ass from behind and began long deep strokes in and out. After another hour or so of various positions and acts, he finally got up to leave. He dressed himself quickly and headed for the door as I showed him out. I returned to the room to find her legs splayed open and both of her hands busily rubbing herself. Using her finger, she motioned to me and pointed to her cunt saying "get inside me, now!". The next morning, we began making plans for her play room in the basement.