Martha clearly had her groove back. She and Bryan fucked nightly, stole lost afternoons when they could and grabbed quickies as they needed. He woke up every few mornings with her mouth on his dick. New energy infused every aspect of their lives. Make no mistake, though, the sex led the way.
When she got the next email from the service, it almost felt like an intrusion. Then she thought about meeting a strange man for paid sex in a hotel and her arousal level went to eleven. Bryan gave himself new names for each of their subsequent assignations. One thing all his identities had in common, besides an eagerness to try new positions, was a fascination with Gigi’s stories about her clients. That meant Martha had to keep up her fantasy journal. And that meant she had to watch a lot of porn for ideas. In short, she was horny basically all the time and treating her husband accordingly. Bryan worried on occasion that she might be becoming too much for any one man to handle, but he welcomed the challenge.
One day when Martha had come home for lunch but Bryan couldn’t get away for a quickie, she heard her phone ping. At that moment, her vibrating dildo was deep in her pussy. She finished herself off before checking what had arrived. An email from the service. Saturday night, same hotel, new client. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for her.
She now had a lovely wardrobe of sexy outfits, but visiting the boutique had become part of the ritual. It made her hot just thinking about it. This time she stopped by on her way to the hotel. Her regular sales girl wasn’t there. Martha tried to guess which outfit she would’ve suggested. She tried a few but felt dissatisfied. Right when she’d decided she’d swing by home to pick up one she’d worn before, the sales girl showed up with a dress. In the balance between classy and slutty, this one leaned heavily toward the latter. Martha shook her head. The sales girl’s plaintive “Please try it on” moved her in ways she didn’t stop to think about.
Minutes later she stood in the changing room, considering the effect. Between cut outs, plunging neck and back, and slits, it was a fuck-me dress to go with the fuck-me pumps. Just then the sales girl asked when she was coming out. Martha said she wasn’t, not in this dress. “May I just come in and look?” the girl said. How could Martha refuse?
The sales girl assured her that, of all their customers, Martha could pull this one off. She stepped behind Martha to adjust some of the form fitting features. Martha had to admit she liked the effect. Not to mention the encouragement. That’s when she noticed the girl’s hand on her ass. When Martha didn’t object, the hand slid forward and into her panties, the ease of that move apparently being a selling point for this dress.
Martha kept meaning to say stop, but the undulating motion of the girl’s finger soon had Martha’s clitoris as erect as her nipples, which she could see in the mirror straining against the thin fabric of her braless top. She still believed she was going to bail when her knees quivered and her orgasm soaked the girl’s fingers with cum. The girl leaned in to whisper in Martha’s ear. “Every time you’ve bought an outfit my boyfriend and I have had the best sex of our lives. I owed you one. By the way, the dress is free if you want it.”
Martha got to the hotel bar early, wearing the dress she realized she’d just traded for sex. She took a seat in the less well-lit end of the bar, since the hungry looks she’d been receiving were becoming a distraction. After her dressing room tete-a-tete she’d put on new panties (also freebies), but these were already soaked through, as well. She hoped that the pheromones she was releasing would at the very least give the folks in the bar a lift.
She’d only been there a couple of minutes when a tall, black man came over and introduced himself as Richard. He looked to be about ten years younger than Martha. Not to mention devastatingly handsome. She said, “Hi, I’m Gigi” and privately hoped Bryan would take his time. He did, as it turned out. By the time he entered the bar, they were on their third cocktail and having a lovely time.
Bryan didn’t miss a beat. “Aren’t you a friend of Monica’s?”
Martha gave him a wicked smile. “She and I aren’t speaking right now.” His face froze. She felt bad for teasing him. “What the hell. Truth is, we’ve been close for years.” She invited him to join them. He said his name was Axel. She giggled and asked him to repeat it twice. For his part, Richard welcomed the interloper and ordered drinks for the three of them. When “Axel” slipped the envelope over to “Gigi,” she made eye contact with Richard and said, “Don’t either of you go away now” before excusing herself to the ladies room. Tonight, counting the money made her even hotter than usual.
When she got back the men were leaning close and chatting. They stopped when she approached. She asked what they were talking about. They answered with the infuriating, “Guy stuff.” After a minute, “Axel” said he had to use the men’s room. She watched him go, then turned back to Richard.
“Axel told me what was in the envelope,” he said.
She interpreted his quiet tone as anger. She would definitely tear her husband a new one later. First, though, she wound up for a big apology. “Oh, Richard. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
“I think it’s cool,” he said, interrupting. “He told me you come highly recommended. Apparently they even let him read reviews from some of your previous clients. High marks. When I said I was sorry you were spoken for, he told me the service gives you the option of expanding your little party. Your choice. If so, I’m interested.”
Jesus! Was her husband merely upping the stakes of their game, trusting her to cut this guy loose? As it happened, she’d written a lot of threesome fantasies in her journal lately. She’d spent hours on websites studying the best positions. But those were just fantasies. She wasn’t somebody who’d do that, was she? On the other hand, on a day when she let a sales girl finger her to orgasm, why would she suddenly turn prudish?
She did have to cover her bases. “I’d never…” she searched for the word… “solicit anybody,” she said in a near whisper. “But if you have ideas, I’d love to hear them.”
When “Axel” returned, “Gigi” was sitting along, nursing a martini, having switched from her customary champagne. She looked in his eyes to see whether he was relieved or disappointed, but his poker face left her in the dark. “Did Richard run off without a goodbye?” he asked.
She smiled. “He had to run an errand. I gave him the room number.” She tapped the envelope where the key card resided next to the cash. “Shall we go up?”
“Axel” escorted her to the elevator, where they rode in silence. He continued inscrutable. She did all she could to suppress the lusty grin she felt bursting from inside. The room contained the usual tray of toys and ice bucket with champagne. After closing the door, he grabbed her and kissed her more roughly than he had in years. She responded in kind. Her tongue ravaged his mouth and her hands clawed his ass. She felt his hardon and grasped it through his pants, squeezing for dear life and drawing a moan from deep in his guts.
It took them a minute to hear the knock on the door. They disentangled themselves. “Gigi” nodded at “Axel” and stepped over to open the door. She spoke with Richard for a moment, voices low. Then she stepped into the room and placed something on the table near the tray. Richard came inside, smiling from ear to ear.
“I know you’re client one,” he said to “Axel.” “That comes with certain privileges. I understand you’ve given the agency a blood test. I’ll wear a condom. No problem. I think we’ll both be able to have fun.”
“Axel” simply nodded. “Oh, you definitely will,” “Gigi” chimed in. “How would you like to start?”
“May I?” asked Richard, looking at “Axel.” He sat on the bed and patted the place next to him. When “Gigi” started to take it, he interrupted her. “No. Him.” “Axel” sat. “Strip for us,” told her.
She had a scene in her sex fantasy journal very much like this. Without missing a beat, she pulled her phone from her tiny clutch and set it to play random songs from a list she’d named simply, “Nice Shit.” Tunes ranged from Nina Simone to old school rap to Lana del Ray, with a little Nirvana mixed in for the grunge factor that never failed to make her horny.
Swaying to the music, she pictured the lust in the sales girl’s eyes to keep up her nerve. Soon the hunger in these two guys’ faces was more than enough to feed her. Opening the clasp at her neck let the top fall off her breasts, where her already erect nipples quickened further. The silky dress then slipped down around her ankles, leaving the skimpy thong as her only clothing. She hooked her thumbs into the waist and worked it slowly down her legs. Stepping out of the thong, she reached for the buckles on her stilettos.
“Leave them on,” said Richard. “They’re sexy.” She stood up, balancing her nude body on her towering heels. The two men’s admiration was as naked as she was. She’d never felt so proud in her life. Just then the tune changed to hip hop with lyrics as filthy as they were poetic. Her hips moved sensually in time, keeping her audience rapt.
Richard pointed to “Axel.” “Undress him.” She did, leaving him sitting naked with his cock sticking up like a flag pole. “Now me,” said Richard. A minute later both men sat naked and rampant.
She decided to take matters into her own hands, as it were. Adding a dollop of lube from the jar on the tray to her palms, she grasped both their cocks simultaneously and slowly started pumping. The men groaned in harmony. She sank to her knees and took “Axel” into her mouth while still giving Richard a hand job. She switched back on forth to the two men’s mutual delight. Then, while her mouth was on “Axel,” Richard stood. He placed his finger under her chin and lifted up gently. She stood. He turned her around and gently coaxed her back onto the bed. Letting her legs fall open felt like the most natural thing in the world. Richard gestured toward her glistening wet pussy. “After you, Client One.”
Her husband smiled as he rose and mounted her. The tip of his cock hovered briefly, testing for wetness and finding her ready as hell. He sunk in to the hilt, causing her to gasp. She knew she’d never been this turned on and looked forward to what would come next. If she’d only known…
He began thrusting. Slow and deep at first. Then hard and fast. “Your cock feels amazing,” she said, gasping. She wrapped her legs around his torso, hooking her ankles together and squeezing him in even deeper. She felt ready to explode. Her toes curled. Thighs quivered. She screamed. It was obvious to all what had just happened, but the words, “You did it.” popped out, anyway. Martha lay there, marinating the feeling. She’d rarely come on a cock just from thrusting, and, truth to tell, never with her husband.
After a minute, he started moving again. Martha was impressed. He still hadn’t come! And she had an idea. “Come on my tits,” she blurted. He looked up to make sure that was what she’d said. “Come on my fucking tits, stud!” He pulled out and laid his cock in the moist valley between her breasts. She squeezed them together with her hands and he thrust a total of three more times before spraying her with his jism. He leaned back to admire his handiwork. She rubbed her finger in the milky pool and touched a drop to her tongue.
Her husband reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. “I’ll clean you up.”
“Leave it on,” said Richard. “It’s sexy.”
She smiled and laid back. She’d begged for the tit fucking because she wanted to feel Richard’s mouth on her and feared he’d be put off if her pussy was dripping with another man’s jism. There she lay, plenty wet with her own juices. Richard kissed her stomach and then worked his way down to her shaved pussy. He used his tongue like a master. She writhed and moaned under his ministrations, tugging the sheets with her hands and bucking her hips.
Suddenly he stopped. Lifted his mouth off her pussy. She looked up, concerned. “Will you do something for me?” he asked. “My wife will never talk dirty.”
She smiled. “Get that fucking tongue back on my goddamn pussy and you’ll hear dirty talk all night, motherfucker.”
Richard went back to feasting on her juices. She was as good as her word. Her husband listened in fascination. He’d never heard her swear so much. “That’s so fucking good. Shit. Fuck. Jesus. Oh, fuck, yeah. You’re gonna make me fucking come.” The next time Richard came up for air, she gasped and said, “Fuck me. I want your big dick to massage my aching cunt.” He grabbed a condom from the tray, tore open the packet, and rolled it onto his cock. Then he lifted her high-heeled feet to his ears and slammed his dick deep into her.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she screamed. “Your cock is so hard. Give it to me, you son of a bitch. Fuck me harder.” Their bodies slapped loudly as he plowed her depths. She reached down and started to rub her clit. “Do you want me to cum on your cock?” He replied by thrusting even harder. “Don’t stop. It’s so big. So hard. I’m gonna cum. Jesus fucking christ I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna…” She let out a wail. A series of massive contractions flooded her body. Richard held on for dear life as her vaginal walls throbbed around his dick. Then he pulled out and immediately yanked off the condom. He directed his cock like a fire hose squirting cream all over her stomach.
She lay back and gloried in the looks on both men’s faces as they surveyed her sweaty, come- covered body. “You sure know how to fuck me,” she said with a sigh. Then she ran her fingers from her breasts to her belly and laughed. “I’m sticky all over. Why don’t you two pop the champagne while I take a quick shower. Then maybe we can have more fun.” She winked as she pranced past them, ass wiggling.
The water got hot right away. She let the scalding stream clean her from head to toe. Then she wrapped a towel around herself and headed back into the room just as she heard the sound of a champagne cork popping. Richard and “Axel” sat in chairs. Naked. She dropped the towel and accepted the glass Richard was holding out. She dropped into the third chair as they clinked glasses and drank.
The combination of sex and bubbly left them all giddy. They chatted about this and that: Richard said he was so glad he decided to talk to “Gigi.” “Axel” said he was definitely going to use this service again. “Gigi” assured the men that, even in her profession, it was unique to find two men who could show her such a good time. She plopped a bare foot into Richard’s lap and started playing with his limp prick with her toes.
Soon he was hard again. Draining her champagne glass and setting it on the table, she led him over to the bed. She guided him to lay on his back. Giving his hard cock a few pumps and a lick, she took the box of condoms from the table. The little packet came apart in her hand, and soon the condom encased his manhood. Next, she picked up the bottle of lube.
“The rubber’s already lubed,” Richard pointed out.
“This is for me,” she said as she poured a dollop into her fingers and coated her asshole. Then she climbed up onto the bed, her feet on either side of his body. Facing away from him, she squatted as she guided his cock to her well-oiled back door. She lowered herself with a sigh until she sat squarely on him, his meat buried deep in her ass.
By this time “Axel” stood in front of her. She walked her hands back and leaned on them, giving him full access to her pussy. He slipped a finger inside. “Holy fuck, that’s wet,” he said.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice husky.
Stepping onto the bed, he rubbed the tip of his dick on her pussy. He slowly slid in until she had two cocks buried in her to the hilt. Both men jiggled their cocks, giving her a feeling of fullness she’d never experienced. “Oh! I can feel that,” said Richard to no one in particular.
“That’s an understatement,” she said. “Get moving, guys.” Her husband started thrusting. Her lover responded, shoving up with his hips. Soon they found a rhythm that drove her crazy in all the best ways. “Oh my fucking God,” she cried. “Jesus!” Her cries and moans kept building. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
The guys let loose, shoving their cocks in and out simultaneously. After a few minutes, her husband shouted “Fuck, I’m coming.” Her own orgasm echoed his as she wrapped her arms around his back and felt his twitching cock spurting inside her.
He pulled out, his cock still dripping, and lay down beside her. She lifted off Richard’s cock and turned to look him in the face for the first time since they started. He wore a big grin. “Baby, that was awesome,” he said. He climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She lay beside her husband and cuddled.
They heard the sound of the shower for about a minute. Then Richard came out wearing a hotel robe. He picked up his clothes from the chair where he’d laid them, dug out his wallet, and dropped some bills on the table. “The hotel’ll charge you for the robe,” he said, explaining. He also dropped his business card on the stack of bills. “You be sure to send me the address for that service.”
With a nod, he walked to the door and opened it. It bothered Martha that he didn’t even give her a kiss. But she thought maybe he’d been with escorts before, and real ones wanted to keep it strictly business. “Richard…?” she said. He stopped in the open door, his hand on the handle. “Did you come in my ass?”
“No. It felt really good, but I just didn’t get there. Don’t worry. I got my money’s worth.”
She got up and went to him. Opening his robe, she dropped to her knees. His cock was at half mast, but it bounced back when she grabbed the base and started pumping. Soon it pointed straight to her open mouth, and she consumed him.
Her husband watched, fascinated. He could see the open door but had no idea whether anyone was in the hall. Had they checked? Did they care? The blissful look on Richard’s face suggested that this would soon be over. A minute later he sighed as he poured his come into her eager mouth. She swallowed every drop. Then she stood and gave him an open mouthed kiss. She closed the robe across his front, tied the sash, and stood in the open door to watch him leave.
She gave a little wave before closing the door and turning back. “The bellboy got a nice surprise.” Her husband’s eyes got wide. “Kidding!” she said, as she slid next to him.
They clung to each other, satisfied and exhausted, and slept soundly until morning. Bryan woke up early, as usual, but this time stayed right there. When Martha woke she found he’d ordered room service breakfast and was sitting at the table in a robe. Martha rose, naked. She picked his shirt off the floor and wrapped it around her as she took a chair beside him and the coffee he’d poured her. They sat in silence, each waiting for the other to speak. Neither said a thing.
Martha took an envelope from the tray where their toys and such had been laid out last evening. She pulled out a stack of bills. All twenties. A fuck ton of them. She fanned them onto the breakfast table.
“Did you exchange the money I brought?” Bryan asked. His envelope had contained hundreds, as always. She smiled as she shook her head. It dawned on him. “Richard.” She looked down, shyly. “I… I thought it was a game,” he said. He didn’t seem upset, just processing. “How much did you charge him?”
“Five hundred.”
“Half price. A bargain. Especially when you consider all he got.”
They locked eyes. Neither was going to break the stare. After a minute Bryan rose and took Martha by the shoulders. He lifted her from the chair and threw her roughly onto the bed. “You are such a fucking whore,” he said.
She nodded. “How do you like it?”
“I love it,” he said. And pounced on her.
The sex was fierce, tender, passionate, angry, desperate, and compulsive, all in various combinations. They missed the check out time. Later, when they tried, neither one could calculate the number of orgasms they’d had.
I suppose you’d have to say they lived hornily ever after.