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By

Donna M.

 

 

 

Dale

What would you do if you trolled Backpage or Cityvibe on the web looking for an escort and you found an ad for your wife?  At first you�d probably doubt it was her, or do a double-take, since the picture didn�t show her face and yet the body...  

Could it be a hoax?  Would you confront her?  Would you spy on her?  Or would you call from a strange phone and set up an appointment?  I did none of those.  I did something much more stupid.  I told my brother.

�You want me to WHAT?� he said, astounded after I laid it all out for him.

�Yes Blake, I want you to make an appointment to see her.  I�ll even pay the fee.  If it really is her, then that should scare her out of the stupid scheme.  If it isn�t, then you�ll hopefully get laid on my dime and I�ll blissfully forget the whole thing.�

�Okay bro, but I guess since you were looking, you buy whores every once in a while too, am I right?�

�Occasionally,� was all I would admit to.

�Cool.�

�Have you?�

�Not since I was in the service on leave,� was his answer.

 

Joanne

What an amazing couple of weeks!  I was shaking like a leaf when I placed the first ad.  When calls started coming in, I shook more.  When I serviced the first guy, I was a basket case. 

He was nice enough, really.  He ate my pussy but basically didn�t have a clue.  He paid for an hour.  After I put the condom on him and began sucking on his dick, I thought he�d cum then and there.  So before it was too late, I mounted him cowgirl and gave him a show.  I could tell he loved watching my tits swing and sway, and in less than a minute he was cumming.  He was a good boy.

Nobody I saw the first two weeks was bad to me, although one guy stank so badly I made him shower first.  I�d worked out a deal with a centrally located, though cheap motel two towns over for my incall location.  The room decors were spartan, but they were at least clean.  The place didn�t have a �reputation,� so that allayed one of my fears.  I knew going in I was going to like this, but I did fear three things.  I was afraid of the cops.  I was afraid of being beaten up or robbed by an evil john.  And I was afraid I�d like it too much.  Getting caught by my husband and catching an STD were like distant #4 and #5.  Did that make sense, or was I crazy?

That�s right, I was afraid of liking it too much.  Okay, the idea first came to me because of money woes.  Both hubby and I were underemployed in this lousy economy and bills were piling up.  Yet money wasn�t the sole motivation.  I loved sex.  When I found myself masturbating two or three times a day, and sometimes more, I knew I had to do something.  Voila; my life as an escort began!

While my husband thought I was working, I was working.  I wasn�t ready for fetishes so I kept my Backpage postings pretty straight.  Whether it was my ad, or the pictures, or maybe just horny times, I was busy.

 

Blake

I�d never done this�call for a prostitute�but here I was about to make an appointment with someone who could be my sister-in-law.  I�d checked out the on-line ad, and it sure did look and sound like Joanne, even if she called herself �Amber� in the posting.

I nervously made the call, wondering if she�d recognize my cell number.

 

Joanne

Holy shit!  A little voice in my head told me I knew that number, yet it wasn�t until I heard his voice that I realized it was my brother-in-law Blake calling.  When he asked for a session, I was so nonplussed that I said I�d call him back.  I had to think about this.

 On one hand, Blake was cute, and maybe I had the hots for him a little.  Fucking him like this would certainly be interesting.  On the other hand, he was Dale�s brother.  Would he run right back and tell Dale all about it?  What I couldn�t decide was whether or not Blake saw the ad and knew it was me.  THAT would be icing on the cake; Blake wanting to fuck me.  What the hell.  I called him back and set up the appointment.

 

Blake

My nerves were short-circuiting as I approached the motel room.  How would she react?  How would I?  Maybe she already knew it was me by my cell number or by recognizing my voice.  If that were true, it added a whole new dimension to things.  I wouldn�t admit it to Dale, but I�ve had the hots for Joanne ever since they got married.  She never openly flirted, but she seemed to like me and I really liked her.

When she opened the door and said �Hi Blake,� all the answers were there except one�would I actually get it on with her?  She was wearing a silk robe but I couldn�t tell what she had on underneath.

She had me sit on the edge of the bed and then asked, as she sat beside me, �Does Dale know?  Or is this all on your own?  It certainly isn�t by chance.�

I couldn�t lie.  I explained the arrangement we made so Dale could find out for sure.

She then said, �So, I guess that means he was looking for an escort for himself before he ever found my posting, right?�

What could I say?

 

Joanne

All my angst about being found out flew right out the window.  If Dale was looking, then I felt better about doing what I was doing.  Blake had held an envelope in his hand when he entered the motel room which I assumed was my fee.  I didn�t ask whose money it was.  Frankly, I didn�t care.

I stood and said, �Why don�t you give me that,� motioning toward the envelope, �and get comfortable.�

Blake looked up at me nervously and said, �You still�?�

�Of course, Blake.  Be honest, you didn�t come here just to be a spy for your brother, did you?�  That�s when I winked and let the robe fall to the floor.

 

Blake

I was going to fuck my sister-in-law!  I never thought it would go this far, but here she was standing in front of me in a lacy white thong and nothing else.  I�d seen her in a bikini, yet being this close to her glorious tits with their large areolas was like a dream come true. 

She had a mischievous grin on her face as she said, �You gonna get out of those clothes or what?�

I got out of my clothes fast.

 

Joanne

His facial expression was marvelous; a mixture of boyish guilt, doubt, and lust.  By the time his boxers came off, he was standing tall.

I got up close to him, rubbed my tits against his chest (and other parts) and said �Confess, Blake.  You wanted this, didn�t you?�

He stammered out a �Yes� as I ran my fingertips along the length of his stiffened shaft.  He moaned.  I pushed him onto the bed and got on there next to him.  I sucked him, taking his cock deep into my throat a few times, which got him saying, �Oh Joanne, you�re good�real good!�

I pulled my mouth away and said, �Don�t you cum now,� then gave him a few more deep throat gargles, which is how I thought of it, the way I can vibrate my vocal chords with a cock deep in my mouth.  It�s always made the guys crazy, Dale included.  While I was doing it, I felt his cock swell so I knew he was about to let go.  Thankfully, the warning signal allowed me to pull away before he spewed, though he still ejaculated in my mouth.

�Oh�damn�oh�I couldn�t�hold it�any longer,� he said in between moans.  I made an exaggerated swallow so he�d be sure to see it, and then I let what was in my mouth sort of drool down the corner of my lips.

I could tell he liked that last bit of showmanship a lot.

 

Blake

God, she�s incredible!  My brother�s a lucky man if he has a wife who can give a blow job like that.  I know if I was married to her I wouldn�t be looking for whores on the web; I�d be bedding this woman every chance I got.  Why she�s doing this was a question for another day.  Man, it felt so good I�m almost not wilting.

 She said while she still has my cum on her lips, �I bet you always wanted to kiss me.  Do you dare to kiss me now?�

I guess I did, since in a second we were sharing more than spit.  The kiss went on for a long while, so sensuous that before I knew it I was rock hard again.  Oh my God, I haven�t been this recuperative since I was a teen.

She smiled and said, �You know, I think I need to find out if you�re a better cunt eater than your clumsy bro.�  I went down on her as quick as can be, and I did my best.  She could have been faking, but the noises she made sure sounded to me like I was doing a good job.  I found a place millimeters south of her clit, and when I did she bellowed, �Yes!  Oh God, right there!�  She must have had a clit-nerve or whatever in that spot, so I kept my tongue-tip right there.  She made a lot more noise after that.  She got wetter too.

Following a few more Oh Gods, she stopped me and said, �Why don�t we put a cover on that rod of yours and put it to good use?�

 

Joanne

He was grinning like the village idiot.  I never thought he�d go for snowballing, but he surprised me.  He surprised me as well in the cunnilingus department.  I had a couple of small orgasms when he hit a certain spot with expertise.  Okay, it was time.  I sat up and opened a condom, unrolling it onto his cock.  With the condom firmly installed, I pulled him down on top of me and spread my legs high and wide.  I figured him for a missionary kind of guy, and he didn�t disappoint.  He made good eye contact as he thrust into me, so I smiled and urged him on with my best come-hither look.

�Oh yeah, fuck me good, yeah,� I muttered between clenched teeth.  �Do me, do me hard, yes, YES, YES!� I cried.

My vocalization was the spurring he needed, for he lost whatever trepidation he might have had in fucking his brother�s wife and flung his hips like a wild-man. 

I kept at it, knowing I wasn�t going to have a big orgasm this time since he was going to cum much too quickly.  �Oh God, you�re so big�harder, harder, yes, harder,� I bellowed.

I felt him expand as men sometimes do at the moment of climax, like the dude grew inches in seconds, and then with a deep groan, he came.  I felt his cock convulse deep inside me.

 

Blake

I didn�t need to hear her exhortations.  All I needed was to see the look on her face as I pounded away.  I thought of how great looking she was and how hot she acted since I arrived.  I almost forget who she was and simply enjoyed the moment: her wetness, her tightness, her heat.  Then as I reached the penultimate moment, I thought THIS IS DALE�S WIFE (!) and soon rope after rope of cum spewed out of me; and then I thought DAMN, THE CONDOM MUST BE REALLY FULL.

It was.  She made a comment about how much I�d ejaculated after she removed it.  �I suppose now you�ll run back to my husband and tell him everything,� she said.

�I can�t tell him now, can I?  Without admitting that I just�er�that we had sex.�

She laughed. �What did either of you think would happen?�

�I don�t know, I guess I didn�t think it through, and I guess I really don�t know what Dale was thinking.�

She paused for a moment and then said, �That�s his problem; he doesn�t always think things through either.�

�Yeah, like his little brother,� I said, chuckling.

�Oh, you�re not so little,� she crooned. �Would you like me to clean him off?�

I thought she meant with a towel or something, but instead she swooped down and took my flaccid cock in her mouth and began sucking me in earnest.  Again.

 

Joanne

Blake, bless him, wasn�t going to leave this room a happy man.  I felt his cock stiffen as I sucked his cock.  It�s nice to have reaffirmation that my skills were top-notch.  He moaned as he grew hard.  I used my hand as well as my mouth, and pretty soon the tell-tale extra swelling took place so I knew he was getting close.

That�s when I stopped and announced, �Your time�s up, Blake.  I think you got your money�s worth, don�t you?�  At first he was shocked, then he grumbled about me stopping like I did.  At least he didn�t get angry.  �What you tell Dale is of no consequence to me.  I made this choice, and I�ll be damned if I don�t love it.�

That wasn�t the complete truth.  I did care what Dale thought, but no matter what, I wasn�t going to stop.  Would it end our marriage?  If it did, then I didn�t want to stay married anyway.

 

Dale

I didn�t believe him.

When I saw my brother, he told me it wasn�t her.  He�d always been transparent to me.  If he lied, I could tell in a second.  He was lying.  After a while I challenged him on it.  �You fucked her, didn�t you?�

He finally admitted it, but was shocked when I asked him for all the details.  I browbeat him until he explained every sexual act they�d performed.  It would be easy for me to think She never did those things to me, or She wasn�t hot like that in our bed, but I�d be fooling myself.  Joanne was a very hot woman.  I had to face facts that I was the �problem.�  I wanted things a little kinkier than she wished to provide, and that�s why I visited prostitutes.  If Blake told me she took it up the ass, or that they played choking games or some other fetish activity, then I�d be feeling differently.  Instead, I realized that hearing him speak of their sexual escapades provided a new, kinky vibe that I wanted to explore further.

 

Joanne

The good sessions overwhelmed the occasional bad one.  I had the one guy who refused to pay until �after.�  I had one guy who wanted to get rough, but thankfully he wasn�t a big man so he hadn�t hurt me.  Otherwise, the johns were courteous (especially the older gents), weren�t too kinky, and overall treated me right.  One man stated up front that he wanted a porn-quality blowjob, and I gave him one.  I soon had repeat customers who extolled my virtues.

Dale never said a word though I knew by his behavior that Blake had told him everything.  During the first two weeks of my new �profession� I begged off sex with my husband, but I realized that wasn�t fair, so I made it a point to give Dale the same attention I gave my clients.  When we fucked, I could tell he was thinking about it�how many men had fucked me, and had I done anything with clients beyond what I did with him?

Seeing Blake after his session created some awkward moments, too.  I saw him look at me with lust in his eyes, which wasn�t altogether a healthy basis for a familial relationship.  Thankfully he never vocalized that lust. 

It wasn�t until weeks later that Blake called and made another appointment.

 

Blake

It was driving me crazy.  Every time I saw Joanne I wanted to fuck her.  I was obsessed as I shouldn�t be with my brother�s wife.  I called her as soon as I�d scraped up enough cash.  She wasn�t surprised, though she asked if Dale had put me up to it again.  She got naked right away and nonchalantly walked around the motel room so I could ogle her as I stumbled out of my clothes.  I was already pretty hard by the time she began sucking on my meat stick.

 

Joanne

I have to admit, Blake was as much a pushover as were most of my clients.  I gave him my super-duper blow job special, and stopped when I knew he was getting close.  I straddled him and rode cowgirl, after realizing how much he liked my jiggling tits.  His facial expression gave him away, so although I wasn�t about to get off, I gave what I thought was a bravura performance and faked a loud, screaming orgasm.

Oh boy, did THAT have him spurt!

A half-hour of work for an hour�s pay; those sessions were the best.  The last john before Blake wanted to prove he was porn-star material or something, and took an hour before he finally came, and then fished for compliments.  I was glad I didn�t have too many of those guys.

Blake did most of the talking during the remainder of his time.  He confessed how much I turned him on.  He declared his contrition for feeling that way about his sister-in-law.  He eventually got around to explaining how Dale responded to news of his first session.

�I thought he�d be pissed,� Blake said, �but he seemed like he was getting off on hearing about our fuc�er�the sex.  He kept after me for all the details.�

�Did you?  Give him all the details, that is?�

�Yeah, but like I said, he ate it up.�  After a span of silence, he added, �He hasn�t said anything to you, like challenge what you�re doing?�

�Not a word.  Why do you think that is?�

�I don�t know, maybe he feels a little guilty, like he drove you to do this, like he wasn�t good enough.�

�Is that what you think he�s thinking, or are you adding your own interpretation?�

�I don�t��

�Never mind,� I said.  �Did you get your money�s worth, Blake?�

�Ah, yes�more than that.�

�Then your time�s up, and I have to get ready for my next customer, so scoot along, and don�t forget you can tell Dale whatever you want about me.�

He dressed quickly and was out of there.  Somehow I�d �hooked� my brother-in-law good, and I knew he�d be back for more�a �regular.�

 

Dale

I�ll be damned, Blake saw her again!  He wouldn�t admit it, but like the open book he was, I saw it clearly.  He acted sheepish around me like he was hiding a big secret.  He wasn�t.

I knew that my wife knew that I knew.  Several times I caught Joanne with a bemused expression on her face, as if she couldn�t figure out why I didn�t question her on it, or at the very least bring the subject up, especially in bed.  Our sex life had changed, but altogether not by much.  She was buying new clothes yet I saw no other evidence of the newfound income.

My idea germinated for a while until it became a plan.  Now it was time to sell the plan to Joanne.

One late night, as she slipped into bed after seeing more than one customer, as I surmised, I figured it was time.  �I�m not going to question your choice,� I said.  �What you decided to do, as long as it didn�t hurt me, was okay, but now I have a proposition.  But first a question: is it just the money or do you like what you�re doing?�

Reluctantly she explained there was a component of her decision connected to our love life.  She did hurt me a little by her frankness, confiding in me how she was getting off on the thrill, the variety, and the men�s lust, satisfying needs not being met by me.  I had to suck it up and be positive to make my proposal.

 �Why don�t we advertise as a couple?  You know, like �Couple for kinky fun� or something like that.  Let the johns� imaginations set the agenda.  What do you say?�

She looked at me quizzically and said, �Are you thinking something like voyeurism, where the john jerks off to watching us?�  She shook her head, �I�m not sure that would be all they would be looking for.  What if the guy was bi and wanted some of that action; you ready for that?�

�Don�t worry, that thought did cross my mind, and I think I�d be okay.  I was thinking like maybe some role-playing, you know, like the john could pretend to be a cuckolded husband or something along those lines.  It�d be fun.�

�You�ve thought a lot about this, haven�t you?� she said.  �What�s in it for me?�

�Do you care at all about us, our marriage?� I asked.  �If you want to keep whoring, and if you don�t want to have me join in, then our marriage hangs in the balance.  That�s what�s in it for you.�

 

Joanne

�You know, that sounds like so much bullshit, �our marriage hangs in the balance,� �please�you�ve been such a selfish jerk that I figured it was time to think of myself for a change.  I�m enjoying what I�m doing.  Maybe the excitement won�t last.  Maybe I�ll tire of the variety, the feeling of power I have when I�m servicing a customer, but right now the thrill is still strong, not to mention the money.�

He said, �Okay, I realize all that now.  Let�s just say that I need to be a part of what you�re doing, otherwise I hardly think we�re a couple anymore.�

We talked more about the possibilities.  I began thinking that Dale would be cool to work with.  He�s always had kinky sexual quirks, some maybe I still don�t know about.  When he�s excited like he is now, I remember why I married him.  His �little boy� joie de vivre was catchy.  He was a good looking man in great shape, and his equipment, though not huge, was impressive enough for what he suggested.

 �We can do this, but remember one thing, it�s my show.  I�m the one who�ll make the appointment, scope out the customer�s desires, and set the ground rules.  You don�t.�

He agreed.

 

Dale

Now that she agreed, my imagination ran wild thinking of all the possible scenarios.  I�m not bisexual, but I�ve always been curious about what it�d be like having sex with a guy.  On the other hand, in my younger days I had been part of threesomes with another man and a woman.  Now, having a threesome with my wife and a stranger would be altogether different.

Joanne placed a new ad on Backpage, and I would soon have answers to my internal questions.  She immediately got hits, some calls coming from repeat customers, which I found interesting, since up to this point I had no idea of the success she was having.  My wife was an extremely popular lady, it seemed.  She set up two appointments, to �try it out� as she put it.

�He�s one of my regulars,� she told me.  �Not too crazy�not a fetish sort of guy.  He wants to watch, so even if he ends up participating, it should be a tame session.  You ready?�

I told her I was.

 

Joanne

This was going to be interesting.

I had no idea how my husband would react to being watched.  I could tell he was nervous but he was also hyper, so I thought he was �ready� (which means that I think he�ll get a decent erection even with the john looking on).  I checked in to my regular hotel, and Dale showered and changed into a set of scrubs like doctors wear, sans underwear.  I wore a silk caftan-like gown that felt good against my bare skin underneath.  The john, who called himself Rick (obviously I could care less if it was his real name or not) called and I gave him the room number.

While waiting for him, I asked my husband, �You ready?�

He was looking at me like we just met.  Maybe seeing me this way, knowing what I had been doing, and what I was about to do, excited him, for I saw the bulge in his loose fitting pants.

�Hi Rick, come on in,� I said as I ushered the obviously nervous man into the room.  �This is Ian,� introducing Rick to my husband with the name we chose to use for him in this venture.  Rick was somewhat passive, his body said that he once was an athlete but those days were well behind him.

I cuddled up close to Rick on the edge of the bed, pressed my tits into him and said, �How do you want this to go?  It�s your fantasy, after all.�

He explained that he fantasized often that he was married to me instead of his wife since the first time he saw me.  He looked at Dale, who was nonchalantly leaning against the hotel room�s dresser, and said he wanted to be a voyeur and fantasize that he was watching a lover with his �wife.�

I glanced quickly at Dale to gauge how he felt.  His bemused expression told me he got a kick out of the guy fantasizing I was his wife.   Rick got down to his boxers as Dale and I began to kiss and fondle each other standing next to the bed.

I played up the role-play, saying loudly, �Oh Ian, I�m so horny, and now that Rick is gone we can be together.�

Dale took it from there, saying all kinds of things about how he �missed me� and how he was going to make me cum.

Dale slipped the silk dress up and over my head, freeing my breasts with a healthy jiggle.. It was my turn to remove my husband�s shirt and pants.  When I pulled the pants down, he sprang right out to greet me.  I fell to my knees and said, �Oh Ian baby, you�re so big,� before I took him into my mouth.  I snuck glances at Rick while I sucked on my husband�s cock.  Rick was sitting in the desk chair with his boxers off and a hand caressing his now swollen cock.

Dale kept saying �Oh Baby, it�s so good.�

I stopped sucking him long enough to say, �I save it all for you, darling.�

A few more minutes of fellatio and we were ready for round two of our show.  Dale pulled me up off my knees and threw me on the bed.  I spread my legs for him and he went down on me.  No matter what I told his brother, my husband always was good at cunnilingus, so I didn�t have to fake my arousal as he licked and nibbled.  I was sure I gave his tongue a good dollop of pussy juice.  He stopped, moved up, and with his cock hovering above my open vulva I said, �Oh dear, it�s so big!  Don�t hurt me, please.�

Rick groaned, and I snuck a peek to see him staring at us and jerking off.

Dale answered me by saying, �I�m gonna fill you up baby.  It�ll be a good hurt.�

He slid into me, and the main event had begun.

 

Dale

Somehow, the role playing got me as hot as it obviously did the customer.  I could see Joanne really getting into this too and I wondered whether there was a way for ME to be the voyeur, someday watching her in action with a john.  With Joanne so immersed in her role, it truly wasn�t role playing for me to want to fuck her silly. I pounded into her with relish, frankly not having felt this way since our honeymoon.

I didn�t have to act by saying, �Oh baby�you�re so hot!� though I added for effect �Cum for me like you don�t for your husband.�

Her eyes were rolled back for a while as I thrust as deep as I could, but suddenly we made eye contact and I knew she was going to orgasm, and it wouldn�t be play-acting.  She mewled like a cat as her body shook.  I felt the vaginal contractions before I heard the mewling turn to a squeal.

 I couldn�t tell what Rick�s trigger was�maybe it was Joanne�s loud and intense climax, or maybe it was me pulling out and spraying my wife�s cunt and belly with several ropes of hot cum�but whatever did it, with a low groan he started cumming and I�ll be damned if he nearly didn�t stop.  I lost count of the number of ropes the guy shot into the air.

I couldn�t help myself, saying �Holy shit! That was quite a fountain, buddy.�

He grinned self-consciously and said, �That was quite a hot show you two put on.�

Joanne, still a little flustered by what I believed was an unexpected strong orgasm, murmured to Rick, �Did we deliver what you wanted?�

Rick told us he was a happy customer, and suggested some role-playing scenarios for his next time.

 

Joanne

�That went exceptionally well,� I said to Dale after Rick left.

We showered and talked about the next appointment.  I knew that �John� (original, huh?) would not want to be a passive voyeur, and I wanted Dale to be prepared for anything.  We dressed and went to a nearby restaurant.  I sensed that Dale wanted to talk more about what we�d just done.  He was still struggling with the concept of me being a whore, and was confused by his own reaction to it.  After all there was jealousy of me fucking other men, but then also there was this kinky, voyeuristic thrill that he had a difficult time dealing with.

We hadn�t quite got back to the motel when John made his confirmation call.  He sounded nervously tense.

We tidied up the room, especially cleaning the previous customer�s �mess.�  Sweetly, Dale asked me about the silk gown, telling me how great I looked in it.  I explained that it was an old Dior knock-off I picked up in a consignment shop.  I was glad he liked it.

John had a different scenario than Rick�s in mind.  He wanted a straight threesome, and basically wasn�t much interested in what �Ian� did or didn�t do, except I surmised what he REALLY wanted.  John was in decent shape for a graying, middle aged man, but he didn�t have much in the dick department, basically a stubby pencil.  I sucked him while my husband ate my pussy.  I would stop for breath and exaggeratingly say �I can�t breathe when you�re in my mouth.�  Yeah, it was silly but he fell for it.

John confirmed my suspicion when he whispered �I want to�fuck you�your�ass��

I nibbled on an earlobe and whispered back, �You have an extra hundred in your wallet for the trip to Greece, big guy?�

He did, and therefore he did.

I put a lubed condom on him, and then jumped onto my husband�s cock, taking him deep into my vagina as I laid down on him.  My asshole was there for the taking, and straddling two sets of legs, John took it.

My first DP, and if it had been with anyone else it never would have happened.  I wasn�t an anal virgin, but I was still thankful John wasn�t thicker.  Dale bemusedly went along, not really fucking me but keeping my vagina full while John pumped away.  He didn�t take long, grunting noisily while telling us he was cumming.

Even having such a small, skinny cock, the guy sure did fill the condom.

 

Dale

This was different.  I focused on Joanne�s face rather than on the john who was happily abusing my wife�s anus.  Joanne seemed to be okay with it all, so if she was okay, then so was I.  I�d never been one of the penetrators in a DP before, and I thought it was kind of cool feeling his dick through her internal walls as he went in and out of her rectum, though it was as close as I wanted to get to a stranger�s wood.

He came.  We cleaned up.  He dressed and left.  �An extra hundred,� Joanne proclaimed.

�What if he was me?�

�Then no way would I have taken it Greek,� she said, smiling.

I liked this so far.

 

Joanne

I placed a new ad on backpage.com and said �Ian� was a former porn star.  He got a kick out of that.  When I got a call from Blake, I told him I wasn�t going solo for a while, and that I assumed he didn�t want to rub cocks with his brother. 

I assumed correctly, I thought.

 

Blake

Could I really fuck his wife while my brother was in the same bed?  God, I wanted Joanne so badly, I�d have to think about whether I could do it or not.

Jesus Christ, I was hard just thinking about her!

 

Joanne

Dale couldn�t stop talking about the two encounters.  I never would have expected this outcome, but his �respect� for me doing �hot� tricks has renewed his love.  If it took me to start whoring to get him to rekindle his view of my sexuality, I�d accept that.  You know, it did it for me too.  I was enjoying our marital bed sex again.

I scheduled another session, this time with a guy named Steve.  Another repeat customer, he�d been pretty nice to me, not very demanding, though his expressed fantasy sounded bisexual.  I hoped Dale was ready for that curveball if it came.

 

Steve

When I saw the new ad, I nearly exploded.  This lady was the hottest fuck around, and after our first time I suspected she�d done some work in porn; and now she was working as a couple with this Ian dude, who was in the porn business.  I imagined he had a chiseled ass and a huge dick, and fantasized about doing him and having him do me.  I sure hope he�s as bisexual as I am. 

Maybe she�ll masturbate while we�re fucking.

Oh God, I can hardly wait!

 

Dale

Oh God, what did I get myself into?

 

 

The End, or is it in the �End�???

 

Donna M.

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