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Please!  I beg you!  Don't read this nasty story if it means breaking the
law.  really.

                               MY WIFE AS A WHORE
                                    PART II
                                       By
                               -=(Dave Carlile)=-

      Needless to say, I was stunned. I couldn't believe I had watched my wife
fuck a complete stranger and that I'd been so turned on by it. I sat down
heavily on the couch to collect my thoughts.

      My new-found stripper friend, Starr sat beside me and put her arm around
me. She told me she was sure it was the first time anything like that had
happened with Kerry before; In fact, it was the first time Starr had seen or
heard of any of the girls having sex with a customer. I gave her a wry grin and
she laughed and said I didn't count. Starr let me use a phone to call my work
to get the rest of the day off and showed me the fire exit so I could sneak out
unseen.

      The fire exit led out to a terrace that went across the back of the
second story and then down some stairs. While I was crossing the back of the
building, I noticed all the windows I passed were covered on the inside with
black paint, but one of them was opened about four inches and I could hear my
wife's unmistakeable voice as I passed. I couldn't resist eaves-dropping. I
lowered myself so the opening was at eye level and peered in.

      I was looking down on a crampt office that was walled with dark, cheap
panneling. There was a cluttered desk with several overflowing ashtrays and a
large, battered nagahyde couch was slung against the long wall. The walls were
hung with velvet paintings of inexpertly rendered nude women.

      There was a middle aged, red complexioned, balding man with glasses and a
thin, waxed mustache trimmed closely over his slender upper lip behind a desk
who was sucking on a cigarette and he was motioning for Kerry to sit on the
couch. She sat and crossed her legs. The man was talking to my wife about the
tips she'd earned and that it was a shame she had to give up half. Kerry
laughed nervously and said she didn't mind. The man told her it was her loss,
but if she changed her mind, the offer was still open.

      All she would have to do, he explained, was let his friend take a few
poloroids of her and she would get to keep all her tips for the day. As he was
saying this, he spread a pile of money out on his desk. It appeared to be a
sizeable sum. Kerry paused and the man saw his opportunity. He splashed some
burbon in a couple of tumblers and handed her one.

      She took a gulp and asked the balding man who the friend was. My wife's
boss smiled suddenly and sat on the couch next to her, circling her shoulders
with his arm. He explained to her that his friend was a harmless collector of
nude photographs and that he preferred amatuer shots to professional. He told
her the man would just come in, ask her to pose, take the shots and leave. Her
boss smiled warmly through nicotine stained teeth and told her to relax, that
he would be there the whole time.

      Without pausing for an answer, My wife's boss walked to the door, opened
it and summoned someone from the other side to come in. The man who came into
the room was about the same age as Kerry's boss but blond, and less bald. He
was built stockier and he was wearing a yellow polo shirt. Kerry's boss
suggested the blond man have a seat on the couch so they could all have a drink
before they started. He sat on the couch so my wife was in the middle and
handed the other two tumblers full of what appeared to be pure burbon.

      I was somewhat dismayed to see Kerry gulp hers quickly. I assumed she was
trying to build courage for the task ahead. The two men chatted for a while as
Kerry sat between them an smiled at their comments. the blond man asked my wife
if she was nervous and she admitted she was, a little; but she appeared relaxed
to me. Soon all three were talking and laughing about someone I didn't know but
who, apparently, they did.

      Kerry was acting as though she were on our couch at home, talking as she
would to me or a friend. I noticed she had allowed her robe to fall open and I
could see she was wearing a g-string made out of some white shimmery material
and a white lace bra that pushed her breasts up and together. She didn't seem
to notice but the two men did. They were staring openly at her tits as they
talked, but her only response was to lean back on the plastic couch and let the
robe fall open further and away from her breasts. Her nipples were dark circles
beneath the white lace and they strained against the material.

      Kerry's boss got up off the couch, went to his desk and removed a
polaroid camera from a drawer and handed it to the blond man. Her boss
commanded her to take off her robe. she looked nervous and awkward as she stood
and let the robe fall off her shoulders. The blond man, still seated on the
couch, began to take pictures which he laid on the arm of the couch as the
camera ejaculated them. The boss told my wife to do her strip routine, only
shorter, and admonished her for being so shy.

      Kerry seemed to relax more as she began to strut back and forth in front
of the couch, turning her body to show off to the camera. The blond man mumbled
encouragements as picture after picture spilled out of the camera, and her boss
leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed his penis through his slacks. Kerry
unhooked her bra and let the straps fal=7Fl off her shoulders. Pouting sexily,
she cupped her hands over her big tits and slowly slid the cups of her bra
outward until the edges of her areolas were just visible to the two men. She
let a nipple pop into sight and coyly tested it's erectness with a finger. The
areola was raised from her milky breast in a mass of excited bumps that
surrounded her jutting brown nipple.

      My wife took the rest of her bra off and she was strutting sexily with
her g-string pushed low on her hips and the top of her closely trimmed bush
peeking over the front panel when her boss told her to try a few shots lying on
the couch. Kerry layed on the far end of the couch and posed sexily. She pushed
her tits together and arched her back. she writhed around and finally slid her
panties up to her knees as she brought her thighs up to her chest, exposing her
pussy completely.

      My wife probed her puffy cunt and rubbed her fingers through the
glistening folds as the stranger peered closely through the camera lens. She
seemed to be enjoying herself immensely as the blond man took close ups of her
erect clit and puckered asshole. He was mumbling hoarse instructions so her and
guiding her with his hands to help her position herself. I noticed he was
letting his hands linger on her ass or thighs a little longer each time he
touched her.

      He took some shots of her on her hands and knees with her generous ass
tilted upward and her puffy labia protruding backward. Still seated at the end
of the couch, he placed his hand at the small of her back to position her and
cupped his hand around the warm smooth skin of her her ass cheek with the other
hand to show how he wanted her hips tilted. She didn't seem to mind the
contact, she just smiled back at him sexily and wiggled her rump. I could see
that he was becoming extremely erect; his pants were sticking out like a tent.
I watched, as he removed his hand, he allowed it to brush gently and
lingeringly against my wife's slick , protruding, cunt lips leaving a
glistening streak of wetness on his hand. She just groaned sensuously and
shivered.

      The blond man then turned her over on her back and, placing a hand at the
inside of each knee, pushed her legs open wide. He kneeled over her and pushed
her legs open as far as they would go, until her mons was higher than her knees
and her clitoris and cunt lips protruded toward him, glistening with syrupy
juice; she seemed very vulnerable. She played with her tits, pinching her brown
nipples and pushing them together sexily, while the man snapped pictures of
her. His erection was clearly visible in his pants and she was staring down
between her tits at it as if considering.

      Meanwhile, Kerry's boss was intently watching the proceedings. He
announced that he hoped nobody minded if he beat off, and without waiting for
an answer, he unzipped his fly and began to stroke his boner. The blond man and
my wife didn't seem to hear him. I couldn't help myself either and unbuttoned
the top of my jeans in order to fit a hand in to stroke my trembling cock. The
man said something to Kerry I couldn't hear. She began to slowly frig herself
by drawing a finger through the moist folds of her cunt from the top to the
bottom. She rolled her clit like a little red jelly-bean and moaned audibly.

      "Make yourself cum," said the blond man.

      Kerry redoubled her efforts. She slipped a finger into her soupy cunt and
fucked herself quickly. She rubbed the skin over her clit with a single minded
determination and quickly and deliberately made herself cum. She arched her
back as she came and rubbed her clit violently, holding her breath behind
clenched teeth untill her release came, then she sagged back on the couch,
breathing heavily.

      Meanwhile the blond man had taken his cock out and he was kneeling over
her with it in his hand. As her breathing subsided, she reguarded him silently.
He reached out and stroked her thigh with his fingertips. He said something
else I couldn't hear. She shook her head no. The man beagan to plead with her
in hushed tones. Kerry shook her head again and heaved herself up off the couch
and picked her robe up off the floor.

      "More pictures, then?" the man pleaded, and my wife paused again.

      The blond man fumbled in the back pocket of his slacks for a moment and
produced a wad of bills out of his wallet. He handed it to my wife and she
crammed it into the pocket of her robe and smiled warmly. Kerry leaned back
against the desk, let the robe part to frame her nude body sexily. Her brown
nipples poked out, stiff and erect, from her heavy breasts, and glistening
wetness shone from behind the tangle of her closely trimed bush.

      "What kind of pictures do you want to take?" She whispered.

      He said something else I couldn't hear and my wife smiled. she swayed up
to the man and, pushing his pants the rest of the way down, slowly lowered
herself untill his stiff cock was pointing straight at her slightly open mouth.
The man pointed the camera down and snapped a shot. Kerry slowly covered the
end of his cock with her soft, wet mouth as he took pictures. Her boss was
craning his neck to see and pounding his fist up and down his penis. The blond
man seemed to suddenly notice my wife's boss. He said something to Kerry.

      She rose and walked over to her boss and bent at the hips and slid her
mouth over his cock. The blond man took pictures. Still posing for the camera,
she arched her back so puffy lips of her red, slick, cunt was visible from
behind. The blond man reached over and slid his finger along her slit, parting
her swolen labia, all the while holding the camera up to his eye and snapping
pictures with the other hand. Kerry groaned and began sucking her bosse's prick
more earnestly. The blond man took this as a 'go' and pushed his cock up to the
entrance of her cunt. She seemed to pause for a second, then pushed her ass
back against the man's hips. Soon, my wife was developing a rythm, slurping at
her sleazy bosse's cock and pushing his friends cock into her wet cunt.

      "I knew you'd come around," Chuckled Kerry's boss. "Girls like you always
put up a front, like your'e too good for this part of the job, but sooner or
later, here you are, sucking my stick like the rest. My wife grunted a response
and worked her slippery lips around his glans, corkscrew-like.

      "I can tell you like this," Continued the man. "It turns you on to be a
whore like this, to fuck and suck while some bastard takes pictures." The blond
man had momentarily forgotten about snapping photos, however, and was slamming
his cock into Kerry's slick cunt as quickly and as hard as he could. After just
a few more thrusts, he grunted and spurted his hot semen into her cunt. He let
his cock slide from her pussy and wiped the cum from it by dragging it across
her ass. Zipping up and scooping up the photos from the couch, he mumbled
something and quickly exited.

      Kerry, meanwhile, had stopped sucking her bosses cock and stood bent over
his lap, with a look on her face as though she suddenly realized what she was
doing. She stood up and began to reach for her robe when her boss grabbed her
wrist.

      "Hey, honey, where do you think your'e going?" He said, smiling. "Youv'e
got a job to finish here."

      He pointed elaborately at his still erect cock. Kerry stared dumbly at
his slobbery penis until the man lurched from his chair and pushed my wife's
chest against his desk in a swift motion. Her breasts were mashed into the pile
of papers and cigarette butts.

      "Guess you want me to drive for a while," Chucked her boss. "I've been
meaning to get my cock in your cunt, anyways" Kerry's boss quickly slid his
dick into her pussy and began to hump against her round ass. She seemed dazed,
as though she couldn't believe what was happening. The man's as cheeks flexed
as her drove his cock into Kerry and she submissively whimpered into the pile
of papers.

      "I've got a few other friends I want you to meet, Kerry." Breathed man as
he pumped. "You do a real good job of acting like you've never done this kind
of thing before. That turns men on. You've gotta remember not to give it up too
easily, but to be real sexy and slutty at the same time."

      Soon Kerry's boss was depositing his sticky load in her cunt as well and
he pulled his slimy penis out and presented it to her as she turned around.

      "Time to clean me off, baby." He stated matter of factly. My wife didn't
even pause. She dropped to her knees and began to use her big tongue to lick
the semen from her bosse's limp cock until it was clean. He pulled up his pants
and waited for her to slip on her robe.

      "Well, we'll see you tomorrow, Kerry. I'm glad we had this opportunity to
further our business relationship." He smiled warmly and led her out his office
door.


                               -=(Dave Carlile)=-

