11 comments/ 48651 views/ 15 favorites A Wife's Sin is a Win, Win, Win By: chilleywilley A Wife's Sin Is A Win Win Win, Well maybe not so much for him These fictional characters are a mixed bag. None are really sweet people. They're, struggling with life to get what they want, or need, and hopefully stay within the mainstream of humanity. It is a copyrighted work of fiction; it is not alright to publish it elsewhere. DawnJ was kind enough to edit the work, and as she caught many errors, the story is much the better for it. She is an accomplished writer on LE worth your attention. Unfortunately I re did some of it, so any blame is mine. Chilley * Last Saturday my mother finally realized I work for a living. She knew I didn't have an eight to six job like my brother and would often tell me, "He works so hard, and his wife needs him home with her." But me, she expected me to drop everything and come over immediately, already in working clothes, whenever she called. On the rare occasions when my brother does stop to see her, he wears a suit and tie, sits around chatting with her for a measured thirty minutes, and then hits her up for moderate sums of money. I wouldn't mind so much if he did some useful work for her as well. The useful work is one of my contributions to Mom's comfort. Oh well, we're different, he and I. My cousin Albert also has a worthless brother who also largely ignores their mother's needs. Albert once told me:"We're the good sons!" Lately mom's been worrying about what I do to earn money. Of course she knows I make a decent living, maybe because I dress poorly, apparently have lots of free time to do stuff for, and obviously have money. Whatever, she's reluctant to ask me about my job, maybe fearing the answer. A week ago she implied that whatever I was doing might be illegal. I reassured her but of course, the trouble was, if I was doing something illegal, I would lie about it wouldn't I? I had to do something to set her mind at ease. It was April, and I had my tax returns out ready to mail, so I brought over a copy to show her how well her younger son was doing, and where my money came from. She sat down heavily, expecting god knows what. She saw I cleared over half a million dollars last year. I didn't tell her it was a very, very exceptional year because the goal was to ease her mind. Her first question was, "Was it legitimate?" We had another long talk about real estate and I reassured her I was doing fine. Her short term memory's not so good, so I'll probably have to repeat it all again. I hope she doesn't tell my brother, he'll try to hit me up for money too. I've bought and sold real estate for ten years. I live modestly and made a bundle of money during the housing bubble you read about. House prices went nuts; people bought bigger and bigger ones, far beyond their needs and means to pay for them. Prices would continue to go up faster than the cost to build new ones, and everyone would make money. I was heavily leveraged, meaning a lot or properties with 100% mortgages as it was hard not to make money. I keep a lot of records, one of which was how long houses were staying on the market, so when the buyers were slowing down, I sold out locking in a lot of profit. When the banks started to turn down mortgages, I realized the real estate boom was over, I shorted stock in home building companies and cleaned up again when the reported losing money over the depressed housing market. Sadly I wasn't with the 'in crowd' when the government gave billions of free money to failed banks. I could have doubled my money if I had. I didn't sell everything, I kept two properties, both old historic homes well maintained in great neighborhoods. One is rented out, and the other I live in. The rental is an old house and according to the guy that sold it showed me a list of owners going back to 1747. It's a lovely old home owned by one or two prominent people over the years, genuinely a part of local history. Right now the renter is behind on payments. He had a couple of late payments earlier in the year which to his credit he made good, but nevertheless it's a bad sign. I've nicknamed him Bullshit Billy. He makes, or made, very good money as a salesman for Mercedes Benz...hell of a salesman he is, too. His wife June is a lovely woman who has the luxury of being a homemaker with a couple of kids. I'm willing to cut people a break when they have occasional trouble paying, but I can't afford to support them. Bullshit Billy's got a pattern of late payments and has hit the magic button of one five weeks in arrears. No apology no acknowledgment, like I haven't noticed! I got him on the phone and he gives me attitude. I pushed, and with condescending reluctance in his voice he agreed to a meeting. I told him from my end it was a case of get up to date or get out. I knocked on the door ten minutes early. They expect you to make them wait, being on time, you're too eager, but early is an imposition...a sign you don't care ready or not here I am! His wife June answered faked a smile and invited me in. Wearing a crisp blouse a size too small, her bra bound boobs strained a bit at the buttons, plus a clinging skirt that silhouetting her ass, hung just short of her knees. She worked out because her caves were well rounded. Her sandals slapped her feet as she led me into the kitchen. "Billy around, he said he'd be here." Her response sounded studied, maybe scripted, her expression said she didn't want to be here. "Oh William got called in to work this morning, but we talked about this last night. Come sit down." I followed her into the kitchen, watching her ass, noticing the outline of granny panties. The skirt was modest and proper, but clung to her hips and outlined the curves of her ass, swaying as the ass cheeks moved. I hadn't seen her for a couple of years, and in the flesh she looked even better than I'd remembered her. I really liked those muscular legs and broad ass. I was swelling just looking at them. She has dark hair and smallish tits, so from the front, her face was the attraction, full mouth with a strong, slightly bowed nose. The nose is particularly charming because the bridge wrinkles when she smiles or laughs. She has a damaged throaty alto voice so she probably smoked at one time. I was in lust then, and am more so now! She was grace in every detail and too good for that asshole husband. The kitchen is on the small side for modern tastes with fireplace and large windows. She sat on a stool behind the kitchen counter presuming that I would sit on one of the two stools across the counter from her. That would put her in her own space with the wide solid counter as a barrier between us. Not going to happen. There was a Windsor chair against the wall by the telephone. So I picked it up, and set it down in the small space between her and the refrigerator, our knees inches apart. I was facing her with my back to the refrigerator. She was now sitting higher than me, perched on the stool with her back against the intersection of the counters. Normally being higher than your opponent is the power position, but this was the exception because she was cornered. She was exposed in such a position, and rather than affording psychological protection, the massive kitchen counter trapped her. I sank into my chair and was pleased to see her skirt was a problem. A woman wearing a skirt and sandals is naked from the knees down, and her need to keep her knees together emphasized her vulnerability. She was very exposed in such a position, and rather than affording psychological protection, the massive kitchen counter trapped her. I had deliberately invaded her space. She was uncomfortable and tried to redirect me, get me to follow her plan: "Chris, that's not a very comfortable chair, wouldn't you rather sit on one of the nicer ones?" gesturing nervously over the counter" "I'm good. My back has been bothering me and this chair is good for it. Your husband called this meeting. I would have thought it was more important to him. So! Mrs. Carson, you speak for him?" My god she was a nice looking woman! Nice feet with high arches, straight toes in a nice smooth curve. Her toe nails were broad, with clear polish, trim ankles, full calves, and the rest of her full of lovely curves. A vision of her lying naked, with me holding her foot up, sucking her toes while viewing her gaping cunt flashed through my mind I wonder if I can fuck her? Shit, play my cards right, I bet I can! She finely answered "Well, err like I said, he was called in to work. Someone called out sick." " Figures! You're stuck with the job. You know why I'm here, so you want to go first?" Her eyes were blinking noticeably and she didn't make eye contact with me, clearly upset and fighting for control. "Sure, for both of us. Ah...well Chris, you know what the economy is like. We don't have the money right now. It's that William, you know, William's not making so much as he was a while ago, you know, car sales are way way down. You see the news! Lots of people laid off, but he's still the #1 salesman in the dealership, but the sales just aren't there right now. I mean it's, well the whole industry's in a slump. Not just us." I did the most effective thing at the beginning of this negotiation. I looked her in the eyes, pointedly avoiding looking at her charms, didn't move, and said nothing. She rattled on. "You know the whole economy is down. Everything! I mean, I've been looking for a job too, but there's, like, nothing out there." She said this while looking at the telephone on the wall beside me, as though praying for an interruption. She was rubbing her palms on her skirt, giving me an excuse to lower my gaze to her hands on her thighs. I shrugged my shoulders, like I could care about all this. She rambled on with her solution to the problem: "We can't pay $3,500 a month. Not now. We can only pay $2,500 every month... That's what we can do...all we can do right now. I have a check for you right here." I still said nothing. She belatedly noticed where my eyes were, her thigh muscles rippled clamping her knees tightly together. Poor woman, she was sweating a bit, reflexively pushing her skirt down as she tried nervously to cover more of herself, drawing further attention to her discomfort. "I mean with the housing market down, even $2500 is over market, so it's not such a bad deal for you either." Time to jump in. "If this house is too much for your budget, why not just move?" "Well, you know, we're really comfortable here. The boys are doing well in school. We entertain a lot, and the house...the house is sort of special. I just love it here. It's got so much...so much 'old' to it. There's something about it! Magic! I'm sure you feel it too." "And Billy?" "It's more a prestige thing with William. He has to have a good address, selling cars like he does. It's all about image. He feels ahh, rooted here. Plus you have to admit we're good tenants. We take care of the place. Keep it looking good." She gestured to the room with a wave of her arm, the first time her like a wave of surrender. Her toes were nervously flexing when a sandal fell off. She started to slide off the stool to retrieve it. I looked her in the eye and said: "Leave it. Kick the other one off as well. At least they'll match." She stared at me, startled by the demand. I held her gaze, and after a brief pause, I heard the thunk of the other sandal dropping on the floor a pregnant sound filling the room. I didn't look down. She suspected, and I knew what her being barefoot meant, the flesh on her cheek bones reddened perhaps a hint of interest on her part. That was the moment when I knew I could have her. Time to lighten up a bit, reward good behavior. "Billy's just about the best sales person I know, wouldn't you say June?" She perked up at the complement and returned a graceful, natural smile. "Well yes, certainly. I think he is!" "Seriously, now, nobody stays the #1 salesman in good times and bad if they're not really good. But he's right, sales is a lot about self image and self confidence. Lose that...You stop believing in yourself. Well...you know where that ends. And this rent thing. Let me tell you something about my business. "To begin with this is a historic home. A lot of people might not care for it, old fashioned and such, but to the right person with good taste, like yourself, you recognize it as a treasure. You sense it. Historic houses are a niche market, and this one is a gem. This house does have magic about it. It's endured here in Chester County for almost two hundred and fifty years! Ten generations! Better yet, it's well preserved the modernizations not over bearing. Central heat, plumbing and a decent kitchen, but the old floors doors and woodwork remain. "Secondly it's a long term rental, and that's worth more than some unsalable Mc Mansion piece of shit, so they are looking to rent it for a few months until they can unload it. So I think you're wrong. That $3,500 a month is still a good price, although I might have to wait a couple of months to get it. "And as for the desirability of you and Bill as tenants? Surely you realize you're damaged goods? Your income has been going steadily down for at least a year, probably more. You more or less said so, no secret that! I checked your credit score and it's slipped a lot in the last two years. Everybody likes to rent to people who have a rising income; or at the very least, a stable income with a good credit score. If you came to me today, I wouldn't rent it to you. You would barely qualify at $2,500 a month! "So no! I am not particularly interested in keeping you two as tenants. Sure I'll lose some income when you move out, but I'll have to do that sooner or later anyway. Christ, General Motors is bankrupt! Sure it will eventually turn around, and so will Billy's income, but between now and then maybe you won't be able to afford $2,500 and we'll be having this conversation again. Meanwhile you're behind on the rent." She was really uncomfortable with this conversation. Her forehead was wrinkled with anguish in her lip trembling a bit as if she was near to tears. "I understand, Chris. In fact I can't disagree much with what you say that all could happen...to anyone, couldn't it? However it doesn't change our problem. We don't have the money." Time to be the kind, helpful friend. "You know what I think? I think Billy had a shitty hand to play today, so he handed you his losing cards and in so doing, threw you under the bus, don't you think?" "Oh. I...no! What'd you mean! But we've, William and I, we've been over and over the numbers. $2,500 is it! There's that amount of money and no more." I was looking at those lovely feet. I so wanted to get my hands on them, rub them, and...feel them curl when the orgasm washed over her... "You have really lovely feet, you know. There's money for pedicures, for your hair...but of course that's peanuts, isn't it. Billy knows, you know, and I know that this property is worth $3,500 a month. You've willingly paid that for a couple of years, and are legally obligated to continue to do so. He certainly knew you didn't want to move...for that matter he didn't want to move either. So he was stuck. You need lower rent, but I don't have any reason to give it to you. He figured that out. Maybe you did too. There was really only one way you might get me to agree to lower the rent, wasn't there." "Ah well, one way...I don't know. The house...we thought...and the money we have is...well the money we have! What'd you mean?" "You could pay me in kind. You wouldn't mind that, would you? You have any office skills? Book keeping? Accounting?" She brightened up, sensing a lifeline. "I can do books. And basic accounting, sure. What do you need done?" "Trouble is book keeping pays what? At the very best, $20 an hour...maybe you take home $12 after taxes. Like the pedicures, add it all up and you come up with nothing. It isn't close to $1000 a month. But it's a face saving reason to give Billy when you come over to my place for a few hours each week." "Well sure...what do you mean 'face saving?' She paused, looking off in the distance. Her eyes snapped at me as she realized where this was going. "I'm not going to be working on you books, am I! So what the fuck would I do...Are you suggesting...Well fuck you! No! What in the hell do you think I am? Get out! Right now! Out! Out!" I sat with knees apart...didn't move. I assumed an 'aw shucks!' posture. "Sure, sure, calm down! If I leave the house now, you're gonna leave it in a couple weeks as well, I'm just talking here. You know that. Look! Open your eyes! Billy knew damn well I wouldn't cut your rent by a third. The only hope he had was if he tossed you into the deal as well. You're no dummy! He thought you'd figure it out; see it for yourself without him having to spell it out for you. She was still giving me the stink eye, clearly pissed off royally! Nothing I could do but continue. "He couldn't just offer me your body and ever look you in the eye again, now could he? He couldn't tell you what you needed to do to close the deal. I may not like him all that much, but I can see the man has his pride, for Christ's sake! "But you're a strong woman. Brave enough...strong enough to do what needs to be done for your family. You don't want to of course, certainly not your first choice and that's to your credit, it really is, but we both know he'll ignore it as long as you don't rub his nose in it. He wants to...needs to pretend everything's OK. Salesmen are optimists. They need to build their self confidence. Plus there's no reason to stick it in his face. So grow up, woman! Let him keep his pride! No reason for him to know. It comes down to this. You want your family to live here or not?" She was genuinely shocked. Poor woman! I really don't think she saw it coming. She was shuddering every so often and her breathing became shallower as her anger morphed into self doubt. I realized I needed to shift gears, be a nice guy and less threatening, so I spoke gently, slow and soft. "Look June. You're strong enough to make this work. It's not the end of the world for anybody. I'm not going to blackmail you, or hurt you, or include others, just you and me. I've liked you from the day I met you. I don't want to marry anyone right now, including you, and I don't run around screwing everything that says yes. I want to have a mistress, you know, a kept woman. Someone that I'm exclusive with. You're a gorgeous woman in her prime. I'm a gentle, uninhibited lover, but I do insist ultimately on a willing partner..." "What would I have to do?" Damn, joy of joys! She caved! I've got her! She'll fuck! "At a minimum once a week you would spend a few hours with me, doing what a man and a woman do. No embarrassment, nothing public. I'm not turned on by pain. You would willingly cooperate with...whatever. You've started already. I asked you to shed the other sandal, and here you sit perched on the stool displaying your lovely feet. I asked you to give me your foot and you did. It'll be more of the same, but higher up of course." Her nervous smile at the humor dissolved as her lower lip started trembling; I could see she was beginning to lose her composure. "Look, you've had quite a shock. Go in the bathroom. Wash your face. Spend a few minutes thinking it over. Take your time. I'll wait for you here." "Thank you Chris!" She slid off of the chair and fled bare foot around the corner and upstairs. She was putting some distance between us...Well I suppose I would too, in her place. I picked up the cell phone that she left on the counter and entered the number into my contact list. There was an open wine bottle on the counter, so I found a glass and poured myself a bit. It had gone off, so I rinsed the glass and refilled the glass with water. I moved my chair to the other side of the counter, and stared out the window. It was a lovely view...an old view. Huge white oaks with massive limbs high overhead, lawn merging into meadow down towards the little creek. Can't believe how little I paid for this place seven years ago. I took care of my e mails on my phone while I waited. A Wife's Sin is a Win, Win, Win She came back down after ten minutes or so. I think she had a bit of a cry, but was being a trooper. Looked like she'd touched up her makeup. I was pleased to see she was still barefoot. I was pretty sure her answer would be yes as she seemed more resigned than angry. She came around to my side of the counter standing a bit awkwardly. "I've never done anything like this! I really mean it! I don't know if I can...can do it with you. Do you really think my husband set me up for this?" "Well, that's my take on it. Did he coach you on what to say? Practice a little script? Tell you what to wear? Makeup?" She brightened up with a shy smile, and blurted: "Well, sure. I mean some. We talked about where you and I...where we would talk. What the place is worth now, and, you know, compared to other places. I hate to admit it, ahh; he said I was supposed to cry at some point. That was part of the plan, except it got confusing and somehow I didn't get to it...until it seemed like the wrong thing to do. I was like, you know, derailed. There was, like no place to start with the...with the weeping. I mostly just wear jeans and a t shirt around the house. Never makeup. He did say look more girlie! I knew what he meant. A blouse and skirt, light make up." "Right! So paint your face, show some skin, distract me, and suggest a deal. Instead of coughing up the rent money you are legally obligated to pay for another seven months, ask me to settle for what you can afford. But he made you and your appearance part of the negotiation, didn't he. It was you he was compromising. Really June, you could hardly dangle the bait, and then expect that the fish wouldn't bite, could you?" "I guess he did do it, didn't he...what'd you say? Threw me under the bus? He did! He set me up for this! The pompous bastard whored me out!" She was getting too angry again, and some of that might land on me. Time to cool her down. "Or to put a kinder face on it, maybe he sensed you were unhappy with your life right now, I mean even I can see that. You're under a tremendous amount of stress right now, things not going well, and there was little or nothing you or he could do about it! You're looking for work, which is tough right now. He gave you a way to help the family, tacit permission if you had to...to have something on the side as well. An outlet for your stress. He would never acknowledge it...I mean he couldn't acknowledge it, now could he! But it was there for you to grasp...or not as you chose." "Yeah, but I feel really cheap." "You shouldn't. Like you, I've never done this before. I've admired you from the start. The day you first saw the house you had on boots, winter coat, nothing but head and hands showing. Your every movement was graceful. Your curves couldn't be hidden by all that clothing. Your smile, those dark eyes, and lush black hair swirling around your face and your voice, low pitched and just a bit rough, emmh! I even came on to you a bit but you either ignored it, or it went over your head." "I got it. Nothing I wanted to pursue at the time. I've been faithful to him. Tempted from time to time, I mean we all have, haven't we and...I've suspected he may have screwed around once or twice, but then maybe not. No proof. Maybe I didn't want to see any proof, you know? Easier that way? I take it you're not married?" "I was years ago when I was struggling to get started in life, she wanted better, I guess I was her starter husband. So for me it ended badly, but thank heavens it was a clean break, no children to complicate things. She lives in Cleveland now. We're Face book friends, whatever that means. I've dated other women of course, but there hasn't been anyone I've been serious about." "You know, I'd be lying if I said our marriage wasn't in a bad spot right now. Just the unrelenting God damn fucking pressure! Money, the kids, he's miserable at work, I'm getting rejected every day job hunting." She paused, gazing placidly out the window, face relaxed with sadness in her eyes. "Funny, right here, at this window of all places, I'm at ease ...Not just now, like...whenever. Like you said, the house has magic, a spirit, maybe. You're right about easing the money woes, and, getting away from all this for a few hours no strings attached; it might make my marriage bearable. Let me hang in there until it gets better. Sex here is...well hopefully it'll be better." We chatted amiably for an hour, as she slowly got comfortable with me. She began to relax some. Faced me directly, perched again on a stool, her posture was open, one arm draped across the counter, the other gesturing as she chatted. Her legs were relaxed one foot on the rung of the stool, the other wagging in the air, teasing me. However, no little touches on my arm or hand to suggest that me touching her would be welcomed just yet. "Look, Chris, you know this is hard, and I'm thinking maybe this is not...the thing to do, you know? Can I get back to you on this Monday?" "You want to try to live your life with this decision hanging over your head for days? You're understandably anxious and maybe you need to increase your comfort level? I stood up gesturing for her do as well which she dutifully did, standing before me, hands at her sides, looking warily, wonderingly at me. I put my hands on her shoulders and looked down into her eyes. "You're nervous and worried I may be warped?" She looked at me, not really understanding. "It might turn out I am totally clueless as to how to please a woman? And it would be a misery for you? Let me give you a demonstration. Kissing and light petting. Standing up, just making out for a few minutes. No sex today. Nothing to confess to anyone, just kissing and touching above the waist. Just that and no more." "You say that, but you wouldn't be the first one to get going and refuse to stop." "I'm really sorry if some son of a bitch forced you. I've never done that to woman or girl. Never would. Really! You've been alone in the house with me for well over an hour. Did I follow you upstairs? Have I groped you? Give me a break! I'm giving you a chance to test the waters without really getting wet. To see if you have the courage to do this, or... just say no, and we go on from there. What's your decision?" "Kissing and hands above the waist. That right?" "Yes. Just like high school petting." "Well, it's not as...as bad as it could be. I guess..." She stood there, clearly unenthusiastic, passive, resigned. Arms at her side, head down. I slid my hands across her shoulders, up her neck, with my palms on her cheeks, and held her head, which was still downcast. My fingers were buried in her thick black hair. My thumbs rubbed her eyebrows and temples, and the pads of my palms lightly touched her ears. I leaned down, pulled her into me in a hug, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair, and letting my breath warm her scalp. Breath coming from deep within the very core of us is so very intimate and sexy. I pressed my open mouth on her scalp, exhaling so she could feel the warmth of my breath. I began massaging her scalp with my finger tips while my palms continually gently rubbed her ears. After a few minutes I felt the muscles in her forehead relax, the tension was easing. "You have a magnificent head of hair. Sometimes darker colored hair is also course, but not yours. Yours is soft and shimmering." I leaned forward and nuzzled her scalp again with my nose. "Your body has a good smell to it. It's not the soaps you use or anything like that, it's you. It's you that smells so good!" This was no bullshit, I admire the scent of a woman and hers was lovely! I gently touched her face with my finger tips again using both hands and with the lightest of touch, turned her face up so that she was looking at me. As I commented on and praised each feature, I stroked it with my fingers. She could have stepped back but didn't, my cock was stiff, pressing against her belly. "What a lovely face this is looking up at me. Those dark eyes melt me! Even the shadows under them highlight them and draw my gaze inward to your sparkling eyes. Your cheek bones are high and wide. Together with the strong nose, it gives your face a sculptural character. Not a fragile child-like woman that foolish men would call movie star beautiful, but a strong woman, handsome comes to mind. Beauty and courage with strength!" I stroked her closed lips with my thumbs, and thought I felt a suppressed smile on them. "Your full mouth and generous lips are made for smiles, laughter and caresses." Finally! A reaction to my words, a response from her "Not so much of that lately!" I let the negative comment pass. With just the slightest downward touch on her chin, she relaxed her jaw so that her lips parted. I stroked the line between outside and dry, and inside and moist, ending at the corners that are particularly sensitive. I turned her head slightly: "You have large ear lobes, ripe for decoration with jeweled earrings...which in turn signal the pleasure you feel when you lover takes them into his mouth to nibble and suck them like this." My nose was against her ear, the sounds of my breath coming from deep inside me were another intimate connection of our bodies. While I had her ear lobe between my lips, I stroked it with my tongue, and sucked it until it swelled a bit. "I'd like to take little bits of your other lady flesh between my lips, and suck them, too." She blushed and I slid my hands under the back of her blouse, one hand slide all the way up to her neck, stroking the muscles in the neck and shoulders, and the was lower on her back, pressing her body to mine. I was gratified to feel her lean into me. This wasn't yet what she really wished to be doing today, but she was doing very well. After a moment, I slid my hands out and said: "Turn around and lift your hair off of your neck with both hands. A woman's neck is very erotic, don't you think?" "The neck?" She complied more mechanically than I might have wished. I admired her hands and slender fingers as the interlaced in her hair, exposing the nape of her neck I reached arm around her, placing one hand on her belly, and the other arm across her chest with my fingers stroking her neck. I nuzzled the back of her neck, tickling stray hairs, my breath causing the fine hair to tremble. I lightly stroked the opposite side of her neck with my fingers, and in so doing with each stroke my arm lightly brushed back and forth on her tit. With each movement of my hand, her breast was softly massaged by my arm I could feel the nipple stiffen, and felt the heat or her body as she relaxed and surrendered, leaning back into me. I recall this moment now in splendid clarity. It wasn't bullshit, I was on fire! I hadn't felt like this since high school. I kissed my way to her ear and sucked on her ear lobe again, softly nibbling with teeth and lips. Her cheek bones were flushed, her mouth open. I could see her tongue slide across her lips, leaving them glistening with moisture. I slipped the hand on her belly lower, over the outside of her skirt, and stroked just above the pubic bone. This wasn't quite in our agreement, but she reached up and stroked my arm with her hand, accepting the escalation. Her ass wiggled a bit, rubbing on my erection. I continued the touching for half a minute or more and said: "You are such a lovely woman." I grasped her hands and lowered them to her side. I started undoing the buttons of her blouse, starting in the middle and working upward. It was a new blouse and the buttons were tight and somewhat difficult. As the blouse opened, her hardened nipples were visible through her bra. Caressing her throat, my hands softly traced her collar bones, and the rounded curves of her shoulders, returning softly across her rib cage over the tops of her breasts. After several passes my fingers awkwardly slid inside her bra just ticking the edge of her hard nipples. She turned her head and kissed my throat. I slid her blouse and the bra straps off of her shoulders. They were tangled together, so it stopped at her elbows, symbolically tying her arms to her sides. Her breasts were still covered by the cups, and my lips and breath covered her neck and shoulder, while trailing my finger and palms over her exposed flesh. "What perfection you are, strong muscles draped with a thin layer of feminine softness. Ash the gentle rise here on your chest." She twisted her head and her wet tongue darted into in my ear, I nearly shot my load. As I stroked the tops of her breasts, I slid a hand into her bra to rub a finger across her nipple, which wasn't very long, but quite thick. Her lips were brushing my ear, her breath was deep and slow, the sound an intimate, erotic coupling, Both of us were thoroughly aroused, lust bringing out the emotions of distant passion, trysts with nearly forgotten others. Her hand slid between us and rested on my cock. I was thrilled to feel her fingers curl around it! I rolled her bra down, exposing her breasts to the light. They weren't large, but crowned with lovely large nipples, set off by large puffy areolas, and firm suck-able nipples. She turned a bit so her hand could slip inside my shirt, palming one of my nipples. I stepped back and unhooked her bra. Her arms held it briefly until she lifted them a bit to let the bra and blouse fall towards her naked feet, the clothing was caught between us, and she was standing topless, with breasts and nipples swaying in delicious view. I moved behind her, grinding my cock against her ass, she writhed against, dancing against a swollen cock, straining to be set free. Reaching around, my hand slid over one breast gently massaging it with my fingers. What a lush feeling is a tit in the hand, nothing else like it in the world! My right hand stroked her face, turning it a bit towards me. I was able to kiss her neck and ear, and then slid down to gently stoke the start of the crease that defines the juncture between leg and belly. This went on for a few minutes, her legs parted to encourage access as lust conquered the last of the anger she had been holding. She completed her surrender by slipping an arm out of captivity and raising a hand to pull my head down to her for an open mouth, sucking kiss while the fingers of the other hand grabbed the cheek of my ass pilling her to me. My hand continuing to toy with one breast, gently feeling its heft and rolling the nipple. Her nipples and aureoles were darker as befitting a dark haired woman. I moved slightly to rub myself against it. My cock was throbbing! My other hand was stroking the back of her neck. I was hard as could be, and she could feel it pressing against her hip. Her hand grabbed me through my pants, and again gently squeezed my cock. This continued a bit, and I was about to undo her skirt, as the rules of engagement were now out the window, when: Son of a bitch! Her fucking phone rang out to the tune of 'We are the champions'. She paused. "I have to take this. It's my husband?" "Feed him a line of bullshit and belittle me. Make yourself...and him look good, and me to be an asshole. When you are talking to him, my name is as swipe, douche bag or some such derogatory thing. OK?" She picked up the phone, flipped it open and stepped away from me, looking out the window, naked but from waist to knee. She was acting, sounding quite normal considering she was half naked; nipples swollen interrupting her surrender to another man, long enough to talk with her husband. "Hi Honey...Yea, he's just out the door...Great! It went just about as you planned. Asshole dropped it to $3,000 a month without making an offer, and I argued round and round. I finally got him to drop it again to $2,500! This bad economy must be killing him too!" I could hear both sides of the conversation, his voice a bit faint. "I told you, Baby, put a pussy in front of an older guy like him, show a little leg and maybe some cleavage and it softens them right up. Then when you shed a few tears, they cave right in. Works every time. Gets what couldn't be gotten otherwise." I hear her suck in her breath. She was pissed! "Let me put the phone down for a sec and I'll get to a better place to talk." Shit! It was going so well until asshole called! She hit mute, "You were right. The fucker set me up! The bastard! Whored me out for a rented house! You certainly didn't soften up", she smiled,"just the opposite! " She set the phone down with a smirking chuckle and without so much as a glance at me, unzipped her skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pushed it and her underpants to the floor. She deliberately bent over to push the panties off her ankle giving me that most wonderful view of the female genitalia from the rear. She was quite dainty, stepping out of them. I was looking at two luscious, rounded ass cheeks, with lush parted lips below. She half twisted around, lifting one foot out, leaving the other covered by her puddled skirt and underwear. She bent at the waist, legs apart, elbows on the counter and said: "Fuck me now, I'm wet and ready, but don't make a goddamn sound." Her lips were shut rigid with anger, eyes fluid with tears as she picked up the phone again, and arched her back to make her ass stick up. Her free hand was between her legs, finger tips just visible to me'. She had shaved the lips of her pussy, but didn't bother to do her mons or around her back door. I could see little sprigs of dark hair around her pucker. My pants hit the floor, quietly, and she resumed talking to Bullshit Billy. "Now I'm comfortable. So tell me the truth Hon did you ever think I could get Chris As swipe...whatever the fuck his last name is to give me what I wanted? Did you?" She said she was ready, but I wanted to make sure she was wet. After all, you only get to make a first impression once. I dropped down, and lifted her left foot and placed it on the rung of one of the stools. That gave me enough room to lick her pussy. It was an awkward position for me with my nose an inch from her taint, but sometimes we have to suffer a bit before pleasure. I was encouraged when she twisted a bit to make herself more accessible. One and then two wet fingers easily entered her, and I could see she was ready. Standing up I added some saliva to the precut on my dick. I heard Billy say: "Honey, like I said, I figured he would be a real hard ass with me. He'd maybe give a token bit, but not enough to make much difference to us. I had him pegged as a Momma's boy, but for you, he'd grab for whatever you offered." I certainly intended to grab what she offered! I rubbed my cock between her cunt lips, sort of getting her ready, give her warning, when I she took matters literally in hand, reaching between her legs, grabbing my cock, lined it up against her cunt, and then shoved herself back, taking it in all in one shot. She let out a groan. "You all right Hon?" "Fucking heart burn! I think it's from all the stress. I'll be fine now. In fact I have to say, I haven't felt this good in a long time. Reaching for her clit I felt her hand, so I reached up for the tits. God! They might not be huge, but hanging down like they were, swaying with every thrust of my cock, they felt fucking awesome. I rolled and tugged her lush thick nipples, occasionally massaging the whole tit. Her cunt was snug, and she used her muscles to heighten the pleasure for both of us. She was a really, really good fucker, and I admit, dicking her while she chatted with her husband was hot. Piss on him! "Well let me tell you, Billy I got it! Yes! I got it from him! Son of a bitch, I took him! Negotiated with him 'jus like you coached me...ended up getting just what I wanted...what we both wanted. Twenty five hundred a month! I'll remember to the end of my days how I fucked him!" A Wife's Sin is a Win, Win, Win "Did the asshole argue?" "Of course he did. He gave it his best he had, he really tried! I can tell you truly, he was hard! I took it! I took his best and gave as good as I got! I fucking shoved it right back to him good...better than I got!" Her cunt squeezed my cock as she said this. "I had to give him something as a sop, though. He found out I was a bookkeeper, so twice a week I have to go over there and do his books, and some tidying up." So I was going to fuck her twice a week! Wow! I head the faint voice of her dumb shit husband praising her to the heavens for doing what he thought she had done. All the while I wallowed in her furrow as she was taking my cock, and like she said, giving us what we both wanted. I was alternately pulling completely out and sliding back in, then pulling nearly out, making long and short plunges. She was pushing back into each thrust. This wasn't making love, it was raw fucking sex, and I was in real danger of cumming too soon. I plunged hard and fast into her cunt, and pulled all of the way out, and squeeze the base of my dick to cool down a bit, and then shoved it in hard! Like the old song rolley poley tickle my holey, up my slimy slough" her cunt was lubricated but she grabbed my dick really good, she liked to feel my cock pop in, so she tightened up on my in thrust. First time anybody really focused their cunt on my cock like that! "He's not going to try any funny business, you being over there, is he?" "You're kidding! He wouldn't know what to do with a sex partner, you know? What a loser! Jesus no! In fact just to 'dis him, I'm planning to go over there in crap clothes. He's such an as hole! He probably plays with himself so much he couldn't get it up with a woman, assuming he could find one." I was thinking she didn't have to take my comments about running me down quite so literally, but what the hell, As long as my cock was in such a lovely cock pit, with my hands on those lovely peaches, seems a fair trade to me! "He's not going to have you cleaning his toilet and washing windows, is he? I don't want him follow you around and all that." "Not so much, he said he's got a maid...Naa, I imagine he'll be home the first couple of times to show me what he needs done and so forth, but after that, I'll probably have a key." Naa! I don't think I'll give her a key. But that's improve for you "Honey, I want you to know I learned something today. You taught me something I never imagined. For the first time in my life, it feels, like, right now...like right at this minute, I am finally getting what I want and deserve out of life. And let me tell you, it fills me...it fills me with... pride! You set it in motion...my dear dear husband! I felt really low this morning... and now I am feeling...like on top of the world! Winning feels much the same as hot sex...doesn't it!" She was talking in rhythm with the fucking, reminded me a little of Suzanne Vega! I was so turned on I had to squeeze the base of my cock again to keep from cumming. Hoping to speed her up a bit, I slid one hand to her ass, wet a couple of fingers, and began to rub her asshole to the thrust of my cock, while the other hand worked her nipple. She was getting close, and I started two short strokes and a sudden plunge to the bottom. "You would know about winning, what it feels like, every time you sell a car!" "That's just what it feels like, June...Look I gotta go! Congrats on a good job, OK? I'll try to get home a little early." "Ok, I'll see you tonight. I just wanted to let you know that right now I am filled, just...brimming with happiness!" She shut the phone with a snap, and gave in to a very vocal orgasm. Her cunt squeezed my cock, as I gave her nipple a hard pinch and she let out a groan that reverberated through the house. If we hadn't been connected at the genitals, I would have thought she was acting. I love a vocal woman! Very rewarding feedback. The squeeze and moans were enough to put me over, and I emptied my balls into her. We held the position for a minute or two until she squeezed her pussy popping me out, turned around beginning a slobbery kiss. After a minute she broke the kiss: "Cum's running down mu leg! I have to clean up." She held a paper napkin to her cunt to catch the drips, gathered most of her clothes, and scrambled up the stairs. Having fucked bare back, and mindful of disease, I washed my cock thoroughly in the kitchen sink, drying it with paper towels, and got dressed. She came back a few minutes later, dressed as she had been, but with red eyes, so she had been crying again. I was turned on by the realization that she now had regrets for what in the moment she had done so willingly. "Look, I've never cheated before. Not once, and I certainly didn't expect to do so today, either. Please don't make me do this again. I don't want to." "No problem. I won't force you, right now we have a deal, but of course there's no compulsion for you to keep it. You can end it any time, but then you either pay full freight, or spend some time with me, or move out of the house. You have any cash reserve Billy doesn't know about?" "Why, no. Of course not." "You told him twice a week which is more than we bargained for, so I'll sweeten the deal, you know kick back some cash every week. You need some cash for emergencies, and that will help. You enjoyed the sex just now, didn't you?" I pulled her to me in a hug. "I...I'm ashamed to say that I did. I was fucking mad at him, literally. Just at that moment I felt better than I have in months. But...you know...what we're doing is wrong." I said nothing. She said 'what we're doing', not 'what I'm doing' so she's probably only have a moment of fucker's remorse. We held each other silently for a couple of minutes. She broke the silence: "All right. How about Tuesday and Friday, ten to noon?" "Yah but make it 11:30 to 2 and I'll feed you lunch." "Ok, I know where you live." We were just standing there, me about to leave when June had a brain fart. "When my husband gets home, I'm going to tell him how all this really worked out." "Good god! You planning on dumping him tonight?" "No no! Of course not! But you know, it's what he expected me to do. It'll be no surprise to him. Like you said, he had it all figured out ahead of time. He'll want to know how it all worked out." "Well June, yes of course he might have foreseen what was, to him, probably the worst case. You know, for it to go down just as it happened. Still, I think he would much rather pretend otherwise...would prefer ignorance of the sex part. Most men would be happier that way. You know, their pride? "On the other hand he could be totally clueless of that entire line of thought. You know, he may have thought I would be more reluctant to evict a mother and her children. Maybe he really did have to go in to work at the last minute, and...just as an afterthought, if I couldn't be persuaded to...to cut you a deal, why you'd have to move. He might have thought that if you heard the bad news directly from me, that it was either the money or the moving van, I would be the bad guy in your mind. Not so much him. People do blame the messenger, don't they? "So he might have thought that you would take things out on me. You know, some of your anger directed to me, and not him. You'd have shouldered a share of your family's failure. If that's the case, he'll shit himself if learns of our bargain. You think he's a wimp? A wus? Someone who wants to share his wife?" "Ahhhh no. Not William. He wouldn't think anything like that... I can't believe If...if he didn't want me to...oh shit! He'll kill me! What the hell have I done?" She was genuinely panicking; her mind a buzz with indecision, and anguish flooded her face. "Maybe for once in your life, you've done exactly what you wanted to do. You wanted to stay in this house. Your life and your marriage are really depressing right now. You love your husband, don't want to leave the marriage, but the stress of reduced circumstances, job anxiety, his needs, the kids needs, and yes your needs have beaten you up. These are heavy burdens for anyone. "Through our bargain, you can justify to yourself taking a lover who will pleasure you. Once or twice a week, no husband, no kids, no school teachers, just pure sex. No worry what I'll think of you for liking something kinky, we'll just do it. A lover to boost your ego and cheer you up. It might just give you enough peace to remain in the marriage. If you keep your mouth shut, he'll never know. Damned if I'll tell anyone. I started walking to the door. "See you Friday. Oh, you were right, dress shabby, no makeup, no perfume, and you only shave your legs from now on, nothing else. And when do you shower?" "I can't go to the gym with pits! They'll think I'm a lesbian, for god's sake! I shower before bed, but I'll do it in the morning too...for you." "As to pit hair, you can wear long sleeve tops. And for god's sake, don't change the routine, shower the night before, never in the morning. And bring over some shampoo, conditioner, and soap from your house." "Because?" "Because if you shower at my place before you go home, you want to smell normal to him. And never have a good word to say about me, never. Assume he reads your e mail and hears all phone conversations. He's not, of course, but you can't be sure." She muttered under her breath: 'Shit! What have I gotten myself into?" and louder: "Why not shower in the morning? I'll smell better!" "For one thing it is a change in the routine. And secondly, you won't smell better, just different. You'll smell the chemical smell of soap. God wanted your crotch to have a natural smell, and I like that smell. If you're worried about the natural odor, don't wear underpants until the moment you leave the house. Besides, a naked pussy will keep you thinking about your cunt!" We had been walking towards the door when with my hand on the old, blacksmith forged handle; she grabbed me for a full body kiss, rubbing her tits and crotch against me. I hardened up and could have done her again, easy. She broke the kiss and as I opened the door she said: "I think I'm most bothered by the fact that I really liked fucking you. It's been a long time since it was really really good...or even just plain good sex. Billy and me, well we got troubles. I just hope this doesn't rise up to bite me." "Trust me June, when it rises up, and is pointed at your mouth, you better not bite me! We can try that Friday." We laughed, and parted as fuck friends. I personally have no idea what the fuck Billy meant or wanted or planned. It was a good bargain on all three sides. I got what I wanted, in fact better than I imagined it could be, June got what she wanted going into the negotiation and more besides...and Billy, not knowing what he doesn't know, is feeling good and happy too. Win win win!