What would you do to be able to afford the house of your dreams?

My wife and I were house-hunting for a larger place to accommodate an office for my insurance business. Our new real estate agent Daniel called with a place that had four bedrooms plus an office, so our three kids would get their own rooms. And there was a rec room, and a pool!

Roz loved the house, but with all the costs it wound up at least $30K over our budget. We looked at each other disheartened. Daniel said the owner was firm on the price, but maybe we could work out a deal on his fees. And then he was telling us this long story about how his wife had been ill and was no long­er interested in intimacy.

My heart skipped when I realized he was making us an indecent proposal!

I couldn’t blame him for being attract­ed to Roz, who at 39 is still a real looker with a gorgeous figure and lovely smile. She had on a business suit with the skirt cut to her knee, which had risen to mid-thigh when she sat. By the end of Daniel’s proposal my face was red—from excitement not from anger. He was offering to re­duce his fees if Roz let him fuck her.

We looked at each other without a word. Daniel said he had to call another poten­tial buyer and respectfully needed to know now. With a quivering voice Roz asked what would be expected of her and whether it would take more than one encounter. He said that if we didn’t mind, they could start right now, and then work something out afterward, since it was a lot of money.

Roz looked at me, and I raised an eyebrow. I was thinking, honey, is this what you really want? But we still didn’t say a word. She got up slowly from her seat and said, “Where do we go?”

Daniel also stood up, and said, “Well, let’s go in the master bedroom. There’s no bed, but that doesn’t matter.” He took her hand, then said to me, “Roy, if you don’t mind, would you wait here? I promise I won’t hurt her.” I sat speechless. Roz cast me a quick glance as they started down the hall, and another as she turned into the bedroom.

I couldn’t help myself, and crept down the hall. Outside the bedroom I discovered I could see what was going on inside in a full-length mirror in the hall! Standing in shadow, I saw my wife kissing Daniel while he felt her round ass through her skirt. He pushed down on her shoulders and she sank to her knees and pulled out his hard cock. His back was to me so I couldn’t see it, but I saw the side of her head bobbing back and forth. While she sucked him, he ran his hands through her hair, then guided her head as he fucked her mouth.

My cock throbbed as I watched and listened to the sounds of Roz’s slurping and sucking. Daniel, getting close to climax, began to moan and gasp, then with a loud groan exploded, urging her to swallow his load. She tried, but some still ran down her chin. As he pulled back, she fell forward, labor­ing to catch her breath.

I thought that was it. I was wrong. Daniel, stroking his limp cock, walked around be­hind Roz and stood looking down at her ass. His cock got hard again, and I knew just what was about to happen. She jumped when she felt his hands run up to her ass, but he said, “Shh, we’re not done, okay?”

As she said “Yeah, okay” he pushed her skirt up over her ass and planted kisses on her panties, then tugged them down to her knees. “What a sexy ass!” he said, running his hands over it, then kissing it some more.

His fingers searched down between her legs to her puffy pussy lips. She let out a low moan as he got in place behind her. “Do you have a condom?” she said, panting.

“No,” he said, “but how much do you want this house?” I saw a gleam of determination in her eye as she nodded.

“Good,” he said, smiling, and slid his cock in her, then banged away. I watched her face in the mirror—eyes closed, mouth open. He thrust relentlessly, each time causing a load moan from her. I had already come in my pants by the time she yelled that she was coming, with Daniel right behind her, shooting most of his load in her pussy before pulling out and shooting two healthy last spurts over her ass. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay panting.

I hurried back to the living room. Daniel came back before Roz, who walked a little tenderly and wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Well,” he said, “I think we have a deal. Only two or three more meet­ings, and I’ll be able to cut enough fees and costs to save you at least $20,000. Does that seem fair?”

In shock Roz and I nodded, then signed some paperwork and left. We didn’t discuss what took place. When we got home I nearly attacked Roz in my lust. She was sore and swollen but didn’t stop me. I came fast.

Two days later Daniel called to arrange another meeting, this one at his office. While he sat at his desk, he had Roz kneel and suck his cock, with me sitting watching. Before he came, he had her lean over his desk and slide her skirt up over her hips. He ran his hands all over her ass and kissed and licked it, then pulled her panties down.

I asked if he had a rubber, adding, “I don’t want Roz to get pregnant.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll need one this time,” he said while feeling around her ass. Then it hit me. I knew Roz didn’t like anal sex, but again I saw that look of determination in her eyes. “Just go slow,” she said.

“You’ll hardly feel a thing,” he said. “Just relax and think of your family and your beautiful new home.”

Daniel kept his word and eased in, constantly asking if Roz was okay. After five minutes he was all the way in. She let out a moan as he fucked her slowly while I looked on, jealous but also turned on. After only two or three minutes he shot in my wife’s tender ass. He went in the bathroom to clean up, leaving her draped across his desk, come leaking from her hole down her thigh. She smiled weakly at me as I helped her up, then limped to the bathroom to clean up.

Their final meeting consisted of Daniel taking Roz on an overnight trip from Friday to Saturday when his wife was away. I said I should be present, but she assured me she’d be okay, so reluctantly I stayed home. I felt jealous watching her prepare for her date, shaving pussy, then putting on sexy underwear and a sexy dress. The thought of what she was about to do drove me half insane.

Daniel picked her up, and I waited all weekend, jerking off repeatedly while thinking of them together. Roz didn’t return until ten Sunday morn­ing, a full 24 hours late! I was relieved by her return, though concerned about her state—disheveled and exhaust­ed.

She told me that Friday night Daniel took her to a nice restaurant and then out for some dancing, where they met friends of his—two other couples to whom he introduced her as a cousin, plus two single male friends who knew otherwise and danced with her and felt her up all night long. One of the married men danced with her too and felt her ass for nearly the entire dance on the crowded floor.

After the couples left, the single guys took more liberties, like rubbing her thighs and panty crotch under the table. After an hour or so, the four of them drove to a motel. Roz had an idea what was in store, and Daniel, rubbing her legs while he drove, con­firmed that there was a gang bang in store.

When they were all in the room, Roz remembered doing a slow striptease, but the rest was a blur of fucking, with double and triple penetrations, till the friends left midday Saturday. Daniel fucked her on and off until early Sun­day, then after a little sleep woke her up and brought her home.

In her hand were the final papers, with all the costs ad­justed exactly the way Daniel had promised. We’re now living in our beautiful home, and haven’t heard anything from him since.

—R.B., Chat­tanooga, Tennessee