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“I have a client,” Chastity tells me as she walks through our front door and puts her jacket on the back of the sofa nearby. She has a seat beside me and adds, “His name is David and he has been coming to the diner for the last year or so almost every day for lunch.”
“An old guy?” I ask with a smirk.
“No, he’s about forty years old, I would guess,” she replies. “He’s a really nice guy and I’ve noticed that he likes to look at me. So, I got to talking to him today and one thing led to another and he finally mentioned that he found me attractive. I told him I recently got back into being an escort, and if he could keep things quiet, I would be willing to take him on as a client.”
“Wow.” I shake my head and laugh nervously as I look into my wife’s blue eyes. Though we have been talking about her doing just this, it surprises me it has finally begun. “And how much is he going to pay you?” I ask her.
Chastity smiles. “Five hundred dollars for an hour of GFE.”
“GFE?” I ask.
“Girlfriend experience,” she explains. “He gets basically what he would get with an actual girlfriend.”
“Um, meaning what, exactly?” I ask as I try to understand the lingo of my wife’s former trade.
“Well, it means that he gets to have sex with me without a condom and even anal sex if he wants it. You know, whatever you might get with an actual girlfriend.” Chastity blushes as she tells me this. I feel my own cheeks getting hot as I nod my head as well.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. How much, again?”
“Five hundred dollars.”
I shake my head. “Don’t escorts usually get more than that for unprotected sex? It seems that they should.”
“Sometimes,” my wife says with a grimace. “But I’m only just now getting back into it, Lane. It will take a little time to build up my reputation and trust as an escort. Most guys worry that a woman could be an undercover police officer and that they might walk into a trap when they go to meet them. It’s the same in many ways as what the ladies who are escorts occasionally face sometimes in their line of work.”
“Okay.” I take a breath as I consider how this David will enjoy the smooth, wet inside of my sweet wife’s wet pussy. My cock hardens as my mind spins with the possibilities of what this will look like. What it will sound like. What it will smell like.
“And this will have to happen here at our house on Friday night. I don’t want to spend any money on a hotel room right now since we’re already in the hole financially. David told me he will keep things quiet and not talk about what happens between us.”
“Plus, he knows that I’ll be there to keep an eye on things, right?”
Chastity stares back at me for a few seconds before replying, “I didn’t tell him that, Lane. I don’t think he’s the sort of guy who wants another man watching him having sex with that man’s wife.”
“You didn’t tell him?” I clench my jaw as I look away for a moment. When I turn my attention back to my wife, I ask, “Then what am I supposed to do? Stand outside the bedroom window and peek inside to make sure you’re okay?”
“Lane, be reasonable,” she replies. “You know better than that. Look, I’ll be just fine. You can go down to the grocery store for an hour or two and then when it’s over, I’ll call you.”
“No, Chas. I want to be with you.” My manhood softens a little as I realize I might not actually get to see her with the other man. A huge driver in this for me is that I could see her having sex with someone else. She might or might not know this, but Chastity needs to allow me this one concession. I’ve earned it as her husband.
She shakes her head. “Lane, I don’t know what to do about this situation. David isn’t the type of guy who would be comfortable with this at all. He comes in every day and quietly eats his lunch. He’s not someone with an A-type personality. Honestly, I think he’s more of an introvert than anything else.”
“A fucking introvert.” I frown as I shake my head. “Then tell him it will not work, Chastity. This needs to be above board, right? He needs to know the truth. Tell him I want to be in the room with the two of you and if he doesn’t like it, drop him as a client. I thought we had talked about this already?”
“We did,” she responds. “You’re being a bit too thick-headed, though. Lane be reasonable. Can’t you just let me get back into this line of work first? I can dictate the terms better later on.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Don’t sulk, Lane. It doesn’t fit you very well.” My wife looks hard at me. “You want to see him screw me, don’t you? This is all a sexual fantasy for you, isn’t it?” Chastity likely has known this since I first suggested that I should be in the room as she’s having sex with a client, but only now has she said something directly about it.
“I’m not sulking,” I counter. “It’s a safety thing.”
“Bullshit, Lane. It’s a horn dog thing. That’s what it is. Admit it.”
I shake my head while looking into her eyes. I can’t keep denying this to her any longer. “Maybe a little,” I finally admit. “But I want to keep you safe, too. That’s more important to me.”
My wife sighs while giggling. “Men are all alike, aren’t they? A guy would watch his own sister fuck somebody.”
“My sister? Have you seen her? I don’t think so.” We both laugh before I tell Chastity, “Okay, I know you don’t want me there, but what if I could be there and out of sight? Would that be okay?”
“How would you do that?” she asks.
“I can hide in the bedroom, babe. I can get behind the screen you have in there near the bed. That prop.”
“It’s not a prop,” she explains. “It’s a real dressing screen from the nineteen twenties. I inherited it from my grandmother.”
“And it’s perfect,” I reply immediately. “I can get behind that and you can keep the lights low so that he doesn’t see me so easily. From there, I can watch the two of you having sex together.”
I can see that Chastity is actually considering the idea. There’s no doubt that I am a dirty-minded man for wanting to see her with her client, but what guy wouldn’t want to get to watch his wife screwing someone else? Maybe I’m just a tad bit on the side of more daring than most other men because I have a wife who has actually fucked men for money in the past. If she’s okay with getting naked in front of a total stranger and then letting him come inside her, she surely can’t be too worried about my motives. After all, horniness is horniness, no matter who is aroused.
After some thought, my wife finally tells me, “We can try this, Lane, but you will absolutely have to keep things quiet, alright? Don’t suddenly jump out and announce your presence to him. It only takes one client to ruin a girl’s chances of getting another client. Behave yourself while you’re in there.”
“Maybe if he seems open to it, I could join in?”
Her eyes flare as she shakes her head hard. “No, Lane. Swear to me you’ll stay hidden and quiet while hiding behind the screen. Otherwise, I’ll call it all off and you’ll never get what you want. Do you understand?”
I nod my head to show my understanding. “Fine. I’ll keep quiet so long as he doesn’t mistreat you, Chas. If that guy tries to hurt you, though, I’ll come out and beat the hell out of him, no matter who he is. I’m not going to sit by and be silent if someone hurts you.”
“Okay, Lane. I really appreciate that, too, even though I think you have other reasons for wanting to be there.” She allows a smile to form on her face before reaching over and feeling the bulge in my pants. “Someone is really excited right now, huh?”
“Maybe a little,” I quip as I move around on the sofa.
“I think I have a client right here.” Chastity smiles as she pulls at the button on my pants. She makes quick work of it, along with my zipper, before pulling out my cock. My wife then goes down on me and takes my entire shaft into her soft, wet mouth.
“Dammit, baby,” I say as I breathe in hard and fast. “I don’t have any money right now. I’m broke.” As I joke with her, I laugh. However, Chastity doesn’t stop her attention to my manhood to reply.
“Fuck, Chas,” I groan as I feel my balls ache. She sucks on me gently as she slides her mouth up and down the sides of my hard cock. My body quivers as I feel an orgasm getting much closer to fruition. I love the way my sweet wife can suck on me. Her talents in bed should have been a clear sign of her previous work with other men as an escort. I’ve known that she had boyfriends in the past. I just didn’t know that those so-called boyfriends were also paying clients.
Chastity uses her hands to gently squeeze and massage my balls. My toes point as she does so and I feel myself losing control. I want so badly to see her do this same thing to David in our bed. I want to hear him cry out in pleasure as she swallows his entire load.
“AHHHHH!” I come inside her mouth. Bringing my hands to her head, I run my fingers through her short, blonde hair as she shoves my cock all the way to the back of her throat. “Ohhhh...uhhhh...FUCK!!!” Chastity continues to suck on my johnson softly as she swallows each spurt of thick, white man gravy. Her swallowing synchronizes with each spurt and I empty my semen into her throat completely. There’s no one better than my wife at oral sex. She gives better head than any other woman I’ve been with before.
“There, sweetheart. I’ll bet that feels better,” she jokes as she lifts her head up and looks into my eyes. A small dollop of my semen sits just on the corner of her lips.
“That was a naughty thing to do,” I tell her. “Very naughty.”
“Well, I could see that you were really getting into the thought of seeing me with a client. So, I figured you could use a little relief for yourself.” Chastity winks at me before adding, “I’m going to go take a shower, if that’s okay with you. Then we can watch a movie together.”
“Yeah, that would be fun,” I reply with a grin. “Thanks for the help.”
She laughs. “Thanks for the snack.” Chastity winks at me again before getting up from the sofa and making her way to our bedroom and then to the master bathroom. I continue to sit with my dick out, as I wonder if I’ll be able to keep myself from breaking into the sex that she will have with the other man. Hopefully, I can control myself, but I’m uncertain that I can. I want to fuck her alongside him, but that’s probably a little too far for her.
“I can’t wait,” I say to myself with a smile.
