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Whore for a Night (MF, wife-sharing)
By Larry and Laura

***

I was in a bind and couldn't think of a way out. The little company
that I had set up to manufacture my invention had struggled for three
years and was just beginning to turn a profit. Jack Wagner, my biggest
distributor, was coming for his annual visit and the size of his order
could make me or break me. Jack's business accounted for more than
half of my sales. Even though he was a married man, he liked to have a
good time when he was on the road. I had provided him with high-class
call girls on his previous two visits. He expected another girl this
time, too, but I didn't have one for him.

The Madam who had supplied the other girls was currently residing at
the State Prison for Women. I didn't know any others or even how to
contact someone. They didn't have a listing for "whores" in the Yellow
Pages. I couldn't go out and pick up some trashy streetwalker. Jack
would never settle for anything but high-class stuff. His preference
was for beautiful blonde showgirls with big tits and long legs.

When I have a problem, I always discuss it with my beautiful wife
Laura. She calms me down and usually helps me find a solution. Blessed
with enough common sense for two people, she has bailed me out more
than once. "Hi, baby, Jack Wagner is flying in tomorrow," I said into
the phone. "Oh, that's wonderful. If he gives you a big order maybe I
can catch up on my car payments. We're just one step ahead of the
repo man."

"Laura, I have a little problem. You know that I supplied Jack with
hookers the last two times he was down here. That's how I got the big
orders out of him."

"Can't you get a girl from the same place you got the others?"

"The Madam is in jail, Laura. You don't have any girlfriends who would
like to pick up some easy money, do you?"

"Didn't you mention that Jack likes beautiful blondes with big tits?
When was the last time you took a good look at me?" That was it! Laura
was drop-dead gorgeous and she was exactly Jack's type. Jack had never
met her, so it just might work. "Would you really do that for me,
baby," I asked?

"I don't think we have much choice, do we? Someday when the company is
a huge success, you can tell Jack to go to Hell, but for now you need
his business. Anyway, I have always wondered what it would be like to
be a whore and this is the perfect opportunity to find out. And the
best part is that you won't have to shell out a dime. I'll fuck him
for free."

I was shaking so badly that I had difficulty hanging up the phone. I
asked my secretary to make a reservation for Jack at the best hotel in
town, then went to the cocktail lounge next door. A couple of stiff
drinks steadied my nerves. The bartender gave me a funny look when I
laughed out loud. I could hardly believe that I was going to pimp my
wife to a business associate.

That night, Laura and I firmed up our plans. She would show up at
Jack's hotel room in her sexiest outfit and would introduce herself as
"Candy". If he asked, she would tell him she was being paid a thousand
dollars for the evening. I wanted to impress Jack with my generosity.
We didn't discuss what sex acts she would perform, but agreed that she
would give Jack whatever he wanted. Then we fucked like two animals.
While I was fucking her, I kept visualizing Jack in my place.

I picked Jack up at the airport the next day and took him back to the
plant for a quick inspection tour. He seemed impressed with the
improvements I had made to the assembly line. "You're doing a good
job, Larry. Now let's go get something to eat." On the way to the best
restaurant in town, Jack asked me if I had arranged some fun for him.
"Yes, I think you'll like her," I said. "She's very beautiful."

Knowing that I would pick up the tab, Jack ordered the most expensive
items on the menu. As he picked at his lobster, he looked at me and
grinned. "How long has it been since you had some strange tail?" he
asked. "What do you mean, Jack? I'm happily married."

"Hell, so am I. I look at it this way. The more experience I get the
better lover I become. My wife benefits by my screwing around."

"Well, I guess that's one way to look at it."

"You're coming along with me tonight. It's about time I watched you
fuck somebody. You can tell a lot about a man by watching him fuck." I
nearly fell out of my chair. Jack hadn't invited me along the other
two times. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Then I realized that
it was what I had been subconsciously hoping for. I had always wanted
to watch Laura getting fucked by someone else. I tried to keep my
voice from quavering as I agreed to his proposition.

Then it occurred to me that Laura might not agree to the arrangement.
I excused myself to go to the restroom. My hand was shaking so badly
that it took four tries to dial my home phone. Praying that Laura
hadn't left already for her date, I counted the rings. Ten...
fifteen... twenty. I was on the verge of hanging up when I heard
Laura's voice.

"Oh, thank God, I thought you had left, babe."

"I was just getting in my car when I heard the phone ring. Is there a
problem?"

"There has been a change of plans. Jack wants me to come along and
make it a threesome."

"Isn't that something that you have always wanted to do?"

"Yes. Is it okay with you? We'll have to do our best acting to pull
this off."

Back at the table, Jack rambled on and on about his sales techniques,
but I didn't hear much of what he said. All I could think about was
what was going to happen in a few minutes. Fantasizing about watching
another man fuck your wife is one thing; actually going through with
it is something else. "Let's go get our batteries charged in that
topless joint next door," Jack suggested.

As we sat at the runway watching the naked girls shimmy above us, my
cock became as hard as a hammer handle. My nervousness must have been
obvious to the most casual observer. I fidgeted constantly and glanced
at my watch every few seconds. "Jack, we had better get up to your
room," I said. "The whore is due in ten minutes." I had called my wife
a whore!

As soon as we were in his room, Jack began taking off his clothes.
"You might as well get out of those duds," he said. "If we're naked
when she gets here, we can get right down to business. How much did
you agree to pay her, anyway?"

"A thousand dollars."

"Nice. That must be high-grade pussy. You know you're going to have to
shell out more for a threesome, don't you?"

Jack and I sized each other up. Countless hours on the tennis court
had given him a first-rate body. A thick carpet of hair ran down his
husky torso. Below that, a fat cock in the eight to nine-inch range
bobbed above a ball-bag the size of a baseball. Jack casually stroked
his big cock as he looked me up and down. "Our builds are a lot
alike," he observed. He didn't say anything about my six-inch cock. It
wasn't in his league when it came to size, but it was so hard that it
pointed at the ceiling.

There was a soft tap on the door. Jack swung it open and stood naked
in front of my wife. "Hi, I'm Candy." She pretended to be surprised
when she saw me. "Hey, the deal was one guy. If there are two of you,
it's going to cost you more." I took "Candy" aside and pretended to
negotiate with her. I had decided to hand her some money to make it
look like the real thing. I made sure that Jack saw me pass her a
bankroll of ones with a hundred on the outside. When we had taken care
of business, Jack impatiently pulled her to him and began to undress
her.

"Larry, I've got to hand it to you," Jack said with a wink. "This is
some grade-A poontang." He had my wife's blonde pussy cupped in one
hand while his other hand tested her big, soft tits. Stripped down to
a garter belt and nylons, my adorable wife had never looked hotter!

"Okay, little girl, time to feel the carpet against your knees," he
said, as he pressed down on her shoulders. My heart skipped a few
beats as my wife's glossy red lips encircled his thick cock. She took
most of it in one big gulp, and as she did, her baby blue eyes never
left mine. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it," Jack said. "I bet you have
polished hundreds of knobs to get so good at it." Jack motioned me to
his side. "You've got to try this cock-sucker." He put his hand on top
of her blonde head and swiveled it toward me. I could tell by the
passionate way she sucked my dick that she was red hot.

Laura switched back and forth every few seconds as though she couldn't
make up her mind which cock pleased her most. While she sucked one of
us, she masturbated the other. "Lick my balls, baby," Jack said, as he
pressed his big cock against his belly. The sight of my beautiful wife
licking another man's nut's was almost more than I could handle and I
had to quickly look away and think of something else to keep from
blowing my load. After twenty minutes or so, Jack said he was getting
close and wanted to cum lying down. He and I lay side-by-side on the
bed and Laura resumed sucking.

Laura made a retching sound as Jack shot his load down her throat. His
orgasm went on for so long that he probably released nine or ten
spurts. As Laura's mouth filled with cum, her cheeks puffed out the
way a chipmunk's cheeks puff out when it is hoarding seeds. To avoid
spilling his cum, she kept her lips tight against his cock as she
lifted her head. Holding my cock at the base, she opened her mouth and
let Jack's slippery load run down over it. I started cumming
instantly. She quickly took my cock into her mouth and sucked so
skillfully that she had me writhing all over the bed. "Now that is
what I call a classy blow-job!" Jack exclaimed. Laura lifted her head
and swallowed both loads together while Jack applauded.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned Jack was
between my wife's legs sucking on her pussy. "I don't usually eat
whores, but this one is just too tasty to pass up," he said with a
wink. "Why don't you work on those fine tits."

Laura winked and smiled as I took a stiff nipple between my lips. It
was pretty obvious that my little wife was having the time of her
life. I went back and forth on her nipples while Jack fucked her with
his tongue. We switched places a couple of times and each time I took
a turn on her pussy, it was creamier than before. "Let's try to make
her cum," Jack said. We soon had her moaning, groaning, and nibbling
on her knuckles. It was Jack who finished her off. As he skillfully
manipulated her clit with his fingertips, she covered her head with a
pillow to muffle her howls.

Laura was still cumming when Jack slid up her body and stuffed his
thick cock into her cunt. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and
thrust her belly up against his. I got off the bed and prowled around
observing them from different angles. Watching my wife getting fucked
by another man was better than any porno flick. I could hardly tear my
eyes away from the spectacle. Hoping to get a glimpse of the
penetration, I knelt at the foot of the bed. Jack must have sensed
what I wanted because he casually opened his legs to give me a clear
view of his fat cock pumping in and out of her frothy snatch.

Jack suddenly stopped fucking and rolled onto his back. "Get on top of
me so I can suck your tits while I fuck you, baby," he said. Watching
my wife riding him was even better than watching him on her. Jack
taunted me when he saw me masturbating. "Hey, buddy, you can jack off
any time. Get over here and let's see if she can take us both." I held
my breath and waited for Laura to protest, but she just said, "There's
Vaseline in my purse, dude." She was playing her part to perfection.

Jack had Laura's butt-cheeks spread wide for me. I straddled his
thighs and aimed my cock at her wrinkled ass-hole. I slid smoothly
into her tight, hot ass and didn't stop pushing until her cool cheeks
were against my belly and thighs. I was finally satisfying my favorite
fantasy of truly sharing my wife with another man. Jack began
thrusting up into her so vigorously that his balls slapped against
mine. I could feel his big cock against mine through the thin membrane
separating the two tunnels. It felt as though I were fucking both of
them!

I still find it hard to believe that all of us came together. I wonder
what the odds are of that happening. Laura was having multiple orgasms
for the first time in years. To keep it going, Jack and I kept her
shuddering body sandwiched tightly between us for as long as possible.
My cock finally slipped out and his followed a few seconds later.

Our sandwich fell apart and Laura made a dash for the bathroom. "She's
your wife, isn't she," Jack asked? I felt the blood draining from my
head. I could tell by the look on his face that he was certain. But
how? I decided that I might as well come clean.

"All right, Jack, she is my wife. Her name isn't Candy, it's Laura. I
couldn't find a hooker for you so she agreed to substitute. How did
you figure it out?"

"You both deserve Oscars for your performances. It was just a lot of
little things. But what really tipped me off was that she didn't make
us wear rubbers. High class call-girls never fuck without rubbers
nowadays." I cursed myself for not thinking of that.

"So where do we go from here, Jack? Are you pissed off at me for
deceiving you?"

"Hell, no, just the opposite," Jack exclaimed! "Letting me fuck your
wife is even better than getting me a whore. Let's get her back in
here and fuck her some more and then I'm going to give you the biggest
order you've ever had." A few minutes later he was fucking between my
wife's big, soft tits while I held them together for him. Laura had
the best sex of her life that night. She came so many times that I
don't know how she managed to walk out under her own power.

Thanks to the big order Jack gave me, I was able to expand my business
and it is now thriving. Jack will be back in a couple of months for
another visit. Laura and I can hardly wait!

END