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Hi Fi

By: edrider73



Many thanks to Jenna for first editing and improving this story.

Grateful thanks to Timid Tiger for further editing and suggestions that greatly improved it. 

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"I think we're more drunk than I thought we were," said Prudence, falling onto the hotel room couch.

"Speak for yourself," said Paula with a hearty laugh. "All I know is that Jerry is a lot heavier than I thought he was." She sat down in the stuffed chair next to the couch.

"I'm sorry," said Jerry, slouched on the couch next to Prudence. "I didn't realize that I had drunk so much. I shouldn't have come here." He grabbed onto the side of the couch and tried to stand up. "I'll go to my room now."

"Don't be silly," said Prudence, putting two fingers on his chest and easily pushing him back down. "You're not going anywhere, Mr. Romeo."

"Yeah," said Paula. "You can't chat up two girls for more than an hour and then not deliver. Don't we turn you on?"

"Oh yes!" said Jerry. "I mean, I think you're both very pretty, but I thought you told me you weren't, ummm--."

"Hookers? Is that what you're trying to say, Jerry?" asked Paula. "Don't worry. We're not what you're thinking. You aren't going to pay us a penny. But I'm insulted that you only think we're pretty, and I'm not going to stand for it. Oops. I said that wrong. I mean, I am going to stand up right now and show you that I'm not just pretty. There, that's more like it. Do you like what you see?"

"You didn't need to take off your dress," said Jerry. "I apologize. I mean that you and Prudence are beautiful and sexy, and so is your sexy underwear. No, that didn't come out right. Put your dress back on."

"Why should I?" said Paula. "This is much more comfortable."

"You are such a slut, Paula," said Prudence with a giggle. "Jerry might think you have something on your mind."

"It's the same thing he has on his mind," said Paula. She stood in front of him and ran her hands up and down her body. She added a few bumps and grinds and laughed.

"Oh no," said Jerry. "I told you downstairs that I was married."

"Yes," said Prudence. "We heard all about the amazing Simone and how beautiful she is, how perfect she is and how you hope she'll be ready to start a family soon and how you would never cheat on her. Then what are you doing sitting here in a hotel room with one girl who's in her underwear and another one falling out of my tiny dress? All the men at the bar were jealous when you were holding onto us for support as we left. You hit the jackpot."

"It's all my fault," said Jerry, as he struggled to get up again, only to be pushed down once more by Prudence's fingers. "I shouldn't have talked to you when you came over. You were talking about marriage and families, but I should have seen that you were dressed for business and waiting for me to make a move. Simone tells me all the time that I'm clueless. I apologize for wasting your time. I guess I was lonely. Would you be angry if I gave you $200? That's almost everything I have in my wallet."

"Yes, Jerry, I really enjoyed hearing about Simone and your wonderful marriage," said Prudence. "You just decided to tell us more about it in our hotel room, and that's why you came with us. Is that what you want us to believe? But please don't keep talking about money. I told you before that we don't want a penny from you. We just want to have fun, like you do when you're away from home on a business trip. Isn't that right, Jerry?"

"No," said Jerry. "You're wrong. I never do this."

"What does 'this' mean?" said Paula. "We never said what we wanted to do. What do you do when you go to a girl's hotel room when you're out of town? Tell us."

"I don't do anything," said Jerry , who seemed to be trying hard to concentrate. "I mean, I don't go to any girl's room."

"So they come to your room, do they?" said Prudence.

"No, that's not what I meant," he said. "They don't come to my room, and I don't go to their room."

"Then what are you doing here, Jerry?" said Paula. "And if you don't go to their room and they don't come to yours, where do you go? It sounds like you're a lot more interesting than the sweet little husband you pretended to be downstairs."

"You've got me all confused," said Jerry. "I don't usually talk to anyone. I have a drink or two and then go to my room and watch TV. I'm sorry. This was a big mistake. I don't even remember deciding to go upstairs with you. And I don't remember drinking so much."

"We ordered some pretty strong drinks for you, Jerry," said Prudence. "We told you we were putting them on our tab so your wife wouldn't find out. You didn't try very hard to pay us back. And you weren't objecting when we brought you here."

"But I've never done anything like this before," said Jerry . He sounded like he was pleading for mercy.

"Like what?" said Paula. "You are such a liar, Jerry. We've got you figured out."

"What do you mean?" said Jerry.

"You're the type of guy who protests all the way to bed," said Paula. "That way you can make excuses for everything later. You were too drunk to know what you were doing. She took advantage of you. We've heard it all before, so save your breath."

"I thought you weren't hookers," said Jerry.

"We're not hookers," said Prudence, "so don't keep saying that. We told you already that we don't want your money."

Jerry looked at Prudence with bleary eyes. "What do you want then?" he said.

"We just want to have fun," said Paula. "We're talking too much. Let's have some action. Prudence, help me get him to the bedroom."

Jerry tried to get up again, and this time, Prudence helped him. She and Paula dragged him to the bedroom as he tried to resist them. They pushed him down, and Paula tried to untie his shoes, but she couldn't because he kept kicking his feet. Finally, Prudence sat on his legs until Paula got his shoes off.

"Why are you giving us so much trouble?" asked Prudence, panting as she moved over to his stomach, where she bounced up and down, knocking the wind out of him while. He still tried to struggle while they got the rest of his clothes off.

"You know you want this, Jerry," said an exasperated Prudence. "Why all of a sudden are you acting so innocent? Did we say anything to make you suspicious?"

"Shut up, Prudence," said Paula. "This is not the time. You need to get to work."

"I'm sorry," said Prudence, "but I'm thinking this doesn't feel right, Paula. What if we're making a mistake? None of the others acted like this?"

"You ARE making a mistake," said the naked Jerry from beneath her. "This is all a misunderstanding. Please let me go."

"No you don't," said Paula, glaring at Prudence. "You're going to feel better about this right now." She put her head down between his legs.

In a moment, he was changed. His eyes rolled back, and his breathing was deep. He didn't say a thing. Paula lifted her head.

"See, Jerry, you want us after all, don't you?" she said.

Prudence turned to her and whispered. "That doesn't mean anything, Paula," she said. "She told us that a blow job would turn him into putty."

"Shhhh," whispered Paula. "You're getting much too involved with this guy. He's like all the others."

"But the others were sleazes," said Prudence. "He seems like a nice guy."

"A nice guy? What about his wife?" said Paula. "He's cheating on her. He's just a good actor. Now let's finish this job, OK?"

"OK," said Prudence, "but I've got a bad feeling about this one."

"Jerry," said Paula out loud. "I see you're wilting a little, but my mouth is going to take care of that in a second. Keep your eyes on Prudence. She's going to do a little strip show for you."

Jerry was back in a world of lust within seconds of Paula sucking him in, and he watched Prudence taking her clothes off as if in a trance. But as Paula lifted her head and Prudence got on the bed to mount him, he came back to life.

"No!" he screamed and began thrashing around on the bed and pushing Prudence away. Paula came around and managed to sit down hard on his stomach again. There was a whooshing sound, and he stopped screaming and writhing and lay still. She did it twice more, and he lay on the bed helpless, with a pained expression on his face.

"Can you hear me?" said Prudence. "What's wrong? I'm just going to get on you and go for a ride. Why you are fighting me? You didn't fight Paula when she was sucking you. What's wrong?"

He moved his mouth, but the sound was so soft, she couldn't hear it. "Say that again," she said and leaned over to put her ear next to his mouth. He moved his lips again.

She sat up. "It sounded like a word beginning with 'S,'" she said looking at him. He was nodding. Prudence leaned down to his ear again.

"STD?" she said loudly when he moved his lips again. "Is that right, Jerry? You just said STD." He nodded his head up and down like a wobble doll.

"OK, let me get this right," said Prudence. "You are telling me that you are worried that I have an STD. Is that it, you bastard? I'm a lot cleaner than you are, you cheating, lying, son of a bitch. I should --"

"Cool it, Prudence," said Paula. "We're not getting anywhere like this. You are such a baby. Now you see what he's really like. But she told us he was clean, so we don't have to worry. Just get on with it."

"OK," said Prudence. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Jerry. I don't care what you think of me. Won't you believe me that I'm clean?"

He shook his head.

"Why are you so hung up about this?" she said to him. "If you are screwing strangers, you are always taking chances, even if you use a rubber."

He mouthed a word.

"It looks like you're saying STD again," said Prudence. "No, you're shaking your head. It's another word that begins with 'S.' I'm right. OK, I'm leaning down. Say it again. Oh, you said Simone, your wife. Let me think. Oh, now I get it. You are still the good husband and doing this against your will, right? And you are worried that you'll contract an STD that you might give your wife? Right? You're really nodding. That's it. OK, I'll play along with this fantasy. How about if I put a rubber on you?

"How stupid I am? Of course, I'll put a rubber on you before I fuck your brains out, Jerry. You will still be the good husband who was overpowered by the bad lady, and you'll have yourself a good time, like you always do. Don't shake your head, you liar. Paula, hand me a rubber."

"Wait a second," said Paula. "I just thought of something. Where did we put his pants? Here they are. Here's his wallet. What have we here? Credit cards. About two hundred and fifty in cash. But what is this little bulge in the pocket? What do you know? It's a rubber, all ready for emergencies. What do you think of your intuition now, Prudence?"

"Jerry," said Prudence, waving his rubber in front of his eyes, "you are the world's greatest liar. Does Simone know you have a rubber handy for your business trips? You think it will protect you? Whatever. OK, Paula, suck him up again. There, that didn't take long. Let's get this on you. Stop resisting or I'll have Paula sit on you while I mount you bareback. She's got you so hard, you're going to stay that way for a while, especially once you feel me slamming down on you. There, I've got it on you. You need to spend more on rubbers, Jerry. It feels all dry and dusty. Now get ready for the cowgirl. Here we go!"

Jerry didn't resist anymore, and Prudence went to work on him. She rubbed her large, round breasts on his chest, licked his earlobes and caressed him as she watched his eyes. While she was pleasuring him, she was pleasuring herself. She mounted him and began lifting off of him and then coming down hard. She gradually picked up the speed. He didn't seem to get more excited, but she did. Finally, she stopped and sat on him.

"OK, Paula," she said. "I'm almost there. I've got to stop now before I go over the top. Help me."

She lay down on Jerry and pushed her hands under him. With her efforts and Paula pushing at them, they managed to roll her and Jerry over so Jerry was on top of Prudence, who now wrapped both her arms and her legs around him, holding him tight.

"Now it's time for you to do the work, Jerry," she said. "We're almost done. Paula will help you. Do you feel her stroking your balls?" Paula grabbed Jerry's balls and gave them a little squeeze.

"There," Prudence said. "You felt that, didn't you? I can feel everything through you, Jerry. Time to start. If you don't, Paula is going to squeeze harder and harder, like that, and if you keep resisting, you may not be able to make any babies like you told me you wanted to. There, that got you going.

As Jerry began moving on Prudence, Paula let go of his testicles. She stuck a finger in her mouth and covered it with saliva and slowly pushed it into his anus. He tried to move away from the finger, but she followed him. She began moving the finger in and out of him, and in a couple of minutes, he came.

"Wow! You really do come hard," said Prudence. "You almost had me coming, too, but not quite. So you're going to have to keep working. But let's start when you're soft. It's taking a long time. If you weren't such a rat, I'd be excited, because I love it when a man can keep going."

Jerry finally began to slip out of Prudence. Paula took the rubber off him carefully and didn't spill a drop.

"Now you need to slide down my body, Jerry," Prudence told him. "If you need help from Paula squeezing your balls, she'll be glad to oblige. That's it. Now you can stop.

"You are were so thoughtful and wanted to protect your wife from getting STDs. Now that you're out of me, you can't get infected."

When the women made him slide down Prudence's body, Jerry ended up with his face in front of her crotch. Jerry stared as Paula pushed the condom inside Prudence and squeezed all of his semen into her vagina.

"OK, you can start now, Jerry," Prudence said. "Just focus on making me come and swallow the white stuff when you need to. I'll be patient." At first Jerry gagged a few times when he tasted his semen, but the women let him recover. Then Paula's hand squeezing his testicles made him start again.

Prudence began responding to Jerry's tongue and her legs opened and closed over his head as she became more aroused. Paula stuck a finger inside of Jerry's anus again and again he wiggled to try and dislodge it, but she moved it with him. Prudence began sighing softly.

Paula removed her finger and reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lubricant and squeezed some onto the finger. Then she inserted the finger again and began moving it in and out of Jerry. When she did, Jerry jerked and Prudence moaned. She was panting now.

Paula increased the pace with her finger, and Jerry found himself matching the pace with his tongue. This brought more sighs and moans from Prudence. "Oh Jerry!" she said. "Why are you such a miserable low life? You are too good."

Then Jerry stopped and began choking and convulsing. Prudence had spasmed, and a bunch of his sperm had come out of her and gone into his mouth and down his throat. Before he could control himself, Paula stuck a second finger into his anus and then a third. He tried in vain to move his body away from her hand.

He stopped licking Prudence and raised his head and panted. His face was twisted as he tried to deal with the assault on his anus. He felt Paula's hands tightening up around his testicles and began working on Prudence again.

When he did that, Paula released his testicles, but at the same time pushed a fourth finger into his anus and began slowly moving the fingers in and out. Gradually she increased the speed. Jerry began moving his body frantically. At the same time, his mouth was working on Prudence and she began coming.

After Prudence came, she sighed deeply and said, "I think you've figured out that this isn't about me and Paula, Jerry. It's about you and Simone. No, don't stop. Do you want Paula to squeeze your balls again?" 

Paula put her five fingers together and pushed them inside of Jerry and pulled them out. After doing this a few times, she began slowly pushing them harder into him. Prudence's hands were around his head holding it against her vagina. He was in tremendous pain, but his moans were muffled. Finally, Paula's entire hand burst into his anus, and his body convulsed as he screamed in agony. When he was quiet, Prudence let his head go.

"We're almost done, Jerry," Prudence said , almost gleefully. "Listen carefully. Paula is going to slowly pull her fist out of you as you get to work on me again with your tongue. Increase your speed, and I'm sure it won't take long until I come again. If I haven't by the time she pulls her fist out, she's going to push it back in again, and I'm sure you don't want that.

"When I recover, I'm going to milk you. I'll use both hands and pull your penis and your balls roughly while she inserts a finger and finds your prostate to stimulate you. Then I'm going to really grab the penis hard and whack you off.

"I'll be scraping your penis with my dry hands. The idea is to rub it raw, and some of the skin may even come off. You'll have red patches that hurt if you just touch them. But Paula's finger will see to it that you don't get soft, and finally, she'll push your magic button, and as I'm squeezing down hard while I pump your penis, your semen will dribble out of you even though you won't feel any pleasure.

"After you've licked the come from my hand, we'll be done and get you dressed and out of here. When you get home, Simone has some blue pills for you that will keep you hard as a rock, even though sex is the last thing you'll want. And then she's going to ride you and have as many orgasms as she wants while she scrapes your raw penis until you're screaming and crying like a baby again.

"That will be the final punishment to endure if you want to stay married to Simone. She's willing to keep you after you've been punished by us and by her. She told us she's looking forward to working everything out."

Jerry's screams and Prudence's sighs mingled as her ecstasy matched his agony while she and Paula did everything Prudence promised. When they finally finished with him, he was lying on the bed on his back crying. Prudence sat up and began talking again.

"I guess you understand now why you don't have to pay for sex with us, Jerry," she said. "It's because Simone paid for it already. Yes, your darling Simone knows you've been cheating, and she hired our agency to get the proof. We offer a unique service. We don't just spy on people, like other private detectives. High Fidelity Detection helps the guilty prove their guilt. So you were right. We are hookers in a way. But we are doing it to help wives whose husbands cheat. Of course, we get a lot of money for it, too.

"In your case, you were doing fine until we found the rubber in your wallet. Before that, your only crime was in agreeing to come up here. So your punishment might have been only licking your come out of my vagina. But the rubber was the evidence that condemned you, and Paula's fist was your punishment. Simone is going to get videos of everything . We had cameras set up all around the bed shooting everything from every angle.

"You can stop crying your fake tears now. You've already won the award for best actor in a cheating role. You're lucky you're a better liar than most of our clients. Some of them incriminate themselves so much that they get both of Paula's hands up their ass. You're getting off lightly because you hid your real personality until we found the rubber.

"You don't deserve a wife like Simone, who is spending a lot of money just to keep you instead of dumping you like she should. You're crying more than any man we've ever worked on. You're just a whiny little sissy after all when you have to face the music."


Hi Fi



Jerry had drawn his legs up to his body and was lying in the fetal position. He continued to sob. Prudence and Paula watched him for a few minutes.

"He's really gushing," said Prudence. "I'm worried he might get dehydrated if he doesn't stop."

"Don't worry," said Paula. "I know what to do." She went over to him and put one hand behind his head and gently lifted it until he was facing her. He was still crying and shaking. She viciously slapped him across his face twice and then put her face inches from his and yelled, "Snap out of it, Jerry. It's over. You're wasting your tears. Nothing else is going to happen until you get home. Let's get you dressed and to your room."

He didn't respond to her at all other than wincing when she slapped him. When she let go of him, he collapsed once more, and the sobbing continued.

The women looked at him for a while longer. "We've got to do something," Prudence finally said. "Let me try something different." Still naked, she sat down next to him on the bed and struggled to lift his head and upper body. She finally succeeded in pulling him to her. She placed his head on her ample breasts and began gently stroking his hair.

"It's all right, Jerry," she said in a soothing voice. "It's all over now, and when you go home it will be all over as soon as you make love to Simone. It will hurt a lot because your cock is bruised and raw. But you will heal, and then you and Simone can start to rebuild your lives. You'll have children, too, and I could tell when we were talking downstairs how much you're looking forward to that and how much you'll love your children.

"I know you'll be a good father and a faithful husband. Except for running around on Simone, you're not a bad guy."

Jerry tried to speak through his choking gasps and sobs. He gestured at the wastebasket. Paula and Prudence looked at it and back to him. Finally, he gathered himself and sniffed a few times, but instead of putting on his clothes, he went to the wastebasket and pulled something out of it. He held in in front of their puzzled faces.

"What does RP stand for?" asked Prudence, reading the large letters that had been written with a thick purple marker on the condom wrapper he was holding up.

"RP stands for Royal Pimps," he said, looking at them mournfully. He spoke clearly now, but he seemed to be working to control himself so he would not break down again.

"That was our secret society in high school. My friends and I pretended we were hot lovers, and to prove it, each of us always kept a condom in his wallet. The funny thing is none of us lost our virginity until college, but we always kept the rubbers, even though the packages were old and worn. We present them to each other in our special club salute whenever we see each other, and then we have a big laugh."

"Is that it?" said Paula. "That's all that's bothering you? You just want us to believe your phony rubber story?"

"Wait a minute, Paula," said Prudence. "That rubber was pretty old and decayed. Why would he carry it around? Is that all you want to tell us, Jerry? I have a feeling there's something else you want to say. I can tell you're really taking this hard. I don't want you to do anything foolish. Would you like me to hold you again for a while until you're ready to talk? I really don't mind."

"No," said Jerry. "Thanks, Prudence. It's not your fault, but Simone lied to you. She knows I've never been unfaithful to her, but I think she's cheating on me. She's been acting strangely for a few months, and I've suspected it, but I hoped she would end the affair. Now I know our marriage is over. She's going to use the videos to prove I'm no better than she is." He began to weep softly.

"No, you're wrong, Jerry," said Prudence. "I was there with Paula when Simone hired us. We talked a long time. She just wanted to stop your cheating. She really loves you, but your cheating is hurting your marriage."

"I don't blame you for believing her," Jerry said. "She's so good at lying that I think she even believes her own lies sometimes. But it doesn't matter. It's not your fault. You were just doing your job. I've been lying, too. I've been lying to myself, telling myself that she would come to her senses and we could go on. When the two of you started abusing me, I thought you were psychopaths, and I was trying to be cooperative so you wouldn't mutilate me or kill me. But when you told me she was the one who hired you, I realized my marriage was over."

After a pause he said, "I think I'm ready to get dressed now."

"Good," said Paula. "Listen, Jerry, I hope you realize that Prudence and I were doing this professionally, and we've got nothing against you personally, no matter what we said. We acted in good faith and did our little play because we thought it would save your marriage."

"I'm not holding it against you, Paula," he said, "You were just doing the job Simone hired you to do."

Prudence said nothing as she watched him get dressed. But when he stood up shakily, she walked over to him and pushed him back down on the bed with both hands. As he sat up, she sat down next to him. She was still naked. She turned to him and kissed him hard on the lips and then pulled him violently to her and embraced him tightly as she began sobbing loudly over his shoulder. Paula stared at her. Jerry looked straight ahead.

Finally, Prudence stopped crying, sniffed a few times and let Jerry go. She pushed herself away from him on the bed. 

"Godammit, Jerry," she said, "if I find out you are acting right now, I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to kill myself for being such a sucker. But my gut feeling is that you're telling the truth.

"I'm going to do my own private investigation to make sure. But if you're telling the truth, that means you'll be getting divorced, and that will give me the chance to make this up to you. I'm retiring from the detective business as of right now.

"When I told you before that I could really go for you if you weren't a lying cheat, I was telling the truth. I got into this business because every boyfriend I ever had turned out to be a cheater. Until tonight, I didn't think I would ever find a good man.

"I don't know if you can ever forgive me for what I did, but if you and your wife split, I will try with all my might to prove to you that I'm a different woman than the one you met today. If you can forgive me, I want to make up for today. I want to make amazing love with you, with no pain or humiliation Oh, and I love children.

"Do you believe me, Jerry? I know I'm sounding crazy. I just met you for the first time tonight, and all I've done was talk to you in the bar for two hours. Well, not counting what I did to you here. If you don't believe me tell me right now, so I don't come crawling to beg you to let me into your life."

He was quiet for a few seconds. Then he said, "I don't believe you, Prudence," and both Paula and Prudence inhaled sharply.

Prudence stared at him for a minute, and then screamed at him. "You bastard, Jerry," she yelled. "I should slap you harder than Paula did. I saw that little tic at the corner of your mouth. You are the world's worst liar."

He smiled and opened his arms as she fell laughing into them.