After years of working dead end, low-paying waitress jobs, I felt I had to do something better. One day when I was home sick I watched a daytime talk show featuring some housewives who also worked as hookers. I couldn’t believe the money they made, and I decided to give it a try.
I started by losing a few pounds to accentuate my womanly charms. Next I bought some revealing, but not too trashy, clothes. I waited until my husband was away on business for a week or so before putting my experiment in motion.
We live in a lower-middle-class neighborhood, and I figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to drum up business once guys began talking about me and word got around. But I had to make a start. I was looking mostly for married men who wanted to get some on the side, or maybe college boys who still lived at home.
There was a guy named Vinnie who lived in the house behind ours. Our yards were adjacent, and one day I saw him sitting out there with a friend of his named Henry. I knew they were both married, but Vinnie’s wife didn’t seem to be around. I figured both these guys were good prospects, so I went over there.
I was wearing a pair of short cutoffs and one of my husband’s shirts, tied off below my tits. The top three buttons on the shirt were undone, so they could see my cleavage. Their eyes traveled over me lustily as I began to tell them a sob story about how we had bills due, and I had lost my ATM card, and I needed $200, and my husband was out of town and couldn’t help. I said I would do anything to get out of this bind.
The guys looked at each other, but didn’t say anything. To make it clear to them what I was offering, I pulled my shirt up and flashed them my 36Cs, saying, “I’d even fuck you for it.” They just stared at me. “Both of you,” I added.
They still stared for a moment, then Tony pulled out his wallet and looked inside. “Well, I got a hundred on me,” he said.
“And I got seventy-five,” Henry chimed in.
I thought a minute, then said, “Well, let’s make a deal. I’ll do it for one seventy-five, if you promise to tell a few guys in the neighborhood—discreetly of course—that starting today, my ass is for sale on reasonable terms. Deal?”
They both said yes to that. I then moved closer to them, and instantly felt Tony’s hand on my ass. Henry dropped to his knees in front of me to inhale my scent. I told them we’d better go inside, and in less than five minutes the three of us were in my marital bed, where Henry dove between my legs to eat me as I sucked on Tony’s cock.
Tony got really excited and held my head as he fucked my mouth so hard my jaw ached. Henry meanwhile had me moaning in climax as he licked my pussy and clit, and after I came he used my copious juices to get my ass good and wet. It was obvious that he intended to go for my ass, which made me nervous and excited at the same time.
Henry’s ass fucking turned into a double penetration as Tony decided to fuck my pussy simultaneously. I couldn’t believe how good that felt, and I nearly screamed the walls down as those two married guys brought me to new heights of pleasure with their double drilling.
After they had stretched both my holes and shot a large amount of sperm inside me, they departed, leaving me totally exhausted and worn out. I soaked in a hot bath to recover, while reflecting on my new-found potential for making money.
The next day, around noon, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it, wearing a brief silk robe, and saw a short, somewhat chunky man in his late 40s standing in my doorway. Rather nervously, he told me that he had talked to Henry and Tony, and wanted to know if he could “visit” with me.
I felt a twinge of excitement shoot through me as I let him in, but I was disappointed when he told me honestly that all he had was $40. I told him all I could do for that was give him a blowjob, and he smiled and nodded eagerly.
I took him to the bedroom, sat him on the bed and got his pants down to his ankles. He had a nice average-size cock, and I easily swallowed him to the base. He moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair as I worked up and down his cock, fondling his balls and sucking and licking his shaft and crown. He asked if he could touch my breasts, and I nodded, but he had fondled them for only a minute when he suddenly sucked in his stomach and filled my mouth with warm salty come.
He thanked me profusely, and I told him I would give him a discount on his next visit if he told some of his friends about me. He said he would as he made a quick exit.
The next day there was another knock on the door. This time it was one of our neighbors from two doors down. He stood smiling at me, and simply said, “How much?” I asked what he was interested in and he said, “This,” and with that he grabbed me and spun me around, then walked me inside to the living room. I was a little frightened, but even more excited as he bent me over the couch and pushed my robe up over my hips. I wasn’t wearing panties, and that seemed to turn him on more. He ran his hands over my upper thighs and my ass as he told me he had wanted to do this to me for years. I heard him drop his pants before he kicked my feet apart and unceremoniously slid his cock into me. I loved his aggressiveness, and I cried out over and over as he pounded me relentlessly for 10 minutes before he groaned and shot his load inside me. Before he left he tossed me two $100 bills and told me he would be back.
Well, I had started all right, and after that the guys kept coming. It was mostly married men from the neighborhood, plus one or two older widowers. It went on even after my husband came home. I didn’t tell him anything, but I think he must know, or at least suspect, especially after I quit my job at the local diner. He hasn’t said anything, though, so I guess he doesn’t mind too much. As for me, I’m making lots of money and couldn’t be happier. Besides, fucking is a lot more fun than serving up greasy food!
—L.J., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania