Stories Of My Ex ( The Longer Ones)
 

I had posted some short details on some of the things my ex and I had done in the Remembering Some Exes thread. I’m creating this one to focus on the much longer ones that took place. The key to all of this was that my ex was very prim and proper, a high school English teacher who when you looked at her would think she was the perfect person and never do anythng “bad” - but every once in a while we’d go wild – and she would jump right in.

What follows is the next day after the night in the drive in. You should read that first, but a quick summary: We were at a drive in, she was blowing me in the back of the car, her former student was watching us, I invited him and essentially traded her mouth and pussy (not fucking, just hands) for his silence. I – and she –was really turned on on the idea of being used in a business transaction like a hooker.

I’m separating these into parts to make it easier to follow.

PART 1 – THE Next Day

The next morning I woke up, I looked over at my ex, who was still sleeping. After she took my 20 dollars, we went to bed and had incredible sex. We went to sleep right after that, so in looking at her, I still saw the cum glazed face of my wife, last night’s paid for wh*r*.

I got up and shook my head. I didn't know what kind of hell I was in for. We were going to have to discuss what happened, and I didn’t know if this would be a crying fight, a shouting fight, or get out of my life fight. I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be. Hell, I was reeling in thinking about what I did the night before. I gave her to be used like a party favor, in exchange for that kid keeping his mouth shut. While it was not the intention of the night – we were only going to make out in the back of a car – I found I got off seeing her being used like an object.

I got up and started to make breakfast. I figured the games were over, and we needed to talk this out. I then heard her get up, and go right to the shower. I heard a quiet “Wow” from her voice – and that probably meant that she looked at her face for the first time. As I didn’t recognize her last night, she probably saw the same thing I did: not the prim school teacher, but a wanton sl*t who sucked guys in cars in a trade.

I got things ready, and she emerged from the bathroom. It was like night and day. Here she was looking like my ex always did. The Dorthy Hammil hair cut perfectly in place, a very clean and perky face, all wrapped up in a white terrycloth robe that went mid thigh on her. The transformation from wh*r* to school teacher was amazing – and really turned me on. The bad girl went back to good girl almost instantaneously.

Good morning, I said” Breakfast is ready”. I pulled out a chair for her, bit she wasn’t smiling. I knew I was in trouble – this was going to be bad. I poured her coffee and brought it to her. Then I sat down and waited for the war.

But nothing came. She sipped her coffee, and ate a nibble, So I decided to broach the subject – someone had to.

“ I think we should talk about last night”

“Yeah, I know’, she said and sighed. Not what I expected, so I continued.

“ How do you feel?

She looked up at me with soft eyes and said, “ Honestly?”

“Yeah, honestly? Are you ok?”

“ Truthfully, it was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done”.

My mouth dropped. Is she saying she liked it? So I asked,” So you liked what happened last night?”

“ Well, maybe not at first, but in a bit, I really got into it. And that’s what scares me”

“What do you mean?”

“ Well, the part I liked the best was being used liked a sex toy. I was treated like an object, and I really got off on it. Two guys using me for their pleasure; that really got me going!

So – what scares you about that? You had a good time?


It’s not the good time; it's the fact I played the paid wh*r*, and really liked it. I liked being given something in exchange for sex! What does that say about me?

She looked like she was going to cry. So I reached for her hand, and said “ If you think about it, you’ve always been the good girl. The proper girl. The girl who would never do anything wrong. And the fact you get turned on by being bad is the whole point”.

“What do you mean?”

“The normal you would ever think about doing that – but deep down, you want to be that bad girl, at least every once in a while. And when those situations arise, you go there. The times we’ve done stuff that gets you really going is when you step out of the good girl area and act like, well, a wh*r*.”

I said that word, and she looked at me with eyes that went through me. I’m dead now.

She gulped, “ You're right. Once I get into those things, something takes over. And there was something else about last night.”

“What was that?”

“The fact you controlled me. Told me to do things. The fact that I felt I had no choice was really exciting – and a bit scary since I didn’t know what you were going to do. I honestly thought after you put your fingers in my butt you were going to have Jimmy fuck me.”

Ok – knowing my ex, this might be a trap line. I wasn’t sure if she meant it or trying to get me to say something. Still – I dove in.

“Would you have done it? Would you have fucked both of us last night?

“I think so. I would have taken one in my mouth and one in my vagina, that’s for sure. That’s how hot I was. The fact I was been treated like a piece of meat made it all the hotter, and I think In would have done anything. But I’m glad you didn’t?

Why?

“Because I would have felt awful. I would have hated myself. It was bad enough I let him cum al over me and then you have him feed me his cum, but I couldn't go into that school and see kids who might have know him.” She paused, “Why didn't you let him fuck me?

“Because it wasn’t part of the deal. We didn’t have condoms and it was a bridge too far – this was a first time and decided to stop while we all had fun. Besides, I didn’t think he would be quiet about that.

She looked up with a look of horror on her face. “You don't think he tell anyone, do you!”

“Honestly, I don’t think so. When he said a deal’s a deal makes me think he’s going to keep quiet. Besides, who would believe him? Look at who you are! You're the good little English teacher! Who's going to believe him saying that you traded your mouth and pussy for silence?

She looked at me and smiled. And then I decided to go for it.

“Would you want two guys at the same time? Would you do that?

“ Maybe. I’d have to be in the right situation.

I wanted to push this. “Should we reach out to Jimmy?” I bet he’d like to join us!”

She quickly shook her head no.” I don't think he’d keep that quiet. One time maybe, a second one, he’d yap. Let’s just leave games like last night for us. And you decide."

“Decide what”, I asked. I wanted to see what the rules might be here.

“Decide what we do. I know you won't hurt me or put me in a compromised position. So – if you want to play that type of game - especially the bad girl part – then I’m game.

“You’re sure?” You’ll do whatever I plan?”

“ Yes. I liked being told what to do and treated that way. Treated like a sex toy for men; I like the idea of people seeing the smart girl, the high school English teacher, and don't realize she swallowed cum in a car the night before. That one morning I’m giving a lecture on Shakespeare, and that night I’m trading sex for things. So turns me on. We just need to work into it like we’ve done in the past. And if have time, you know I’ll get into.”

With that, she took of her robe, to show me her naked clean body. It glistened, and she went down on her knees to give me a blowjob. Before she went down on me, said, “Your hoe is here to serve you”

I came almost immediately, all in her mouth. Just like last night, she swallowed, and just like she did last night, licked up the cum that dripped onto my leg and on the floor. We spend the rest of that day making love and playing like husband and wife. I hadn’t come up with the game I wanted yet – that took some time.

More to come...

Part 2 - The Plan
 

Over the next few weeks, things went on pretty much as normal. She went to teach, I went to work in NYC. We talked a bit about that night, but that too began to fade. Perhaps for her, but not in my mind. I needed to come up with a plan.

I started to think what hadn’t we done that I would love to do? What had I wanted that she either refused or I felt nervous in bringing up? That brought me to two things: dressing up and toys. Both of those brought the idea of a paid call girl to immediate clarity.

I went to the mall far from us and went to a Victoria’s Secret store. I didn’t want anyone who new us to see me and get ideas. Again, I needed to protect the good girl image – and seeing her husband in a lingerie shop would kill it – at least for me. I picked up a few things – small black bra, garters, black stockings, high cut bikini panties and a string tied thong that had a simple string in the back which would up the crack. I also added some heels – not big ones, but three inch, which was way out character for the good girl.

I then drove to a sex shop about forty miles away. Again, I really didn’t want anyone to see me and get ideas. I went in and looked around and not being experienced in this, and started took around. See, I was as naïve as my ex-wife. So – I saw a ball gag, and that gave me thoughts. I picked it up and added a blindfold. I then went for the dildos, - and got a good sized one – slightly bigger than Jimmy’s cock from the other night, a black one, and a small thin one. I was about to leave and then saw collars and leashes. That really made me think! When I took it it he counter, the person there said, ‘ Planning a party? “ I looked at him and said,” You have no idea!".

When I came home, I left the stuff in the trunk of my car. I went to the apartment and found a note from my ex; “ Went out for a bit - be home for dinner” Great!! I went back to the car, got both bags, and placed them in my dresser drawers under clothes. We did our own laundry, so there was no chance she would find them.

That night we were having dinner and I said “Do you remember our conversation about me planning something for us?

She stopped eating. She gulped and said, “Yes, I do”

I asked if she was stilling wiling to go through with it. She slowly nodded. She was really nervous on what was to come next.

“I set the plan in motion. One day, and it’s not today, I’ll let you know what we’ll be doing. And once we start, you can’t stop. Ok?

She got really quiet.

I got closer and held her hand. “ Do you know I love you?’

“Yes”

Do you think I would ever hurt you?”

“No”

“Did you enjoy what we did a few weeks ago and that I will take care of everything?

She smiled and and “ Yes”. She leaned over to kiss me and we made love right there on the dining room floor.

I really thought about setting my plan in motion the next morning, but I wanted to wait so there were no distractions. I had a ton going on at work (not that I was concentrating on that), and she was starting a new term and there were night meetings and things. So – I waited a few weeks.

I picked a day – a Friday. Have the weekend to deal with the aftermath. On Thursday night, I put the Victoria’s Secret stuff in a bag on her side of the closet. I put the other bag from the sex shop on the other side. I went to the bank and got 500 in tens and twenties. She was going to earn real money that night.

Then on Friday morning, I left the house early – before she woke up to go teach. About 6:45AM, I called the apartment. She picked up the hone and I said it's me. She sleepily remarked about me leaving early, and I responded ”Today’s the day”. Still sleepy, she said “What day”. I simply responded “That day”.

She got quiet and said “Oh”. I asked if she was still wiling to go along with whatever I said. She took a deep breath and quietly said yes. I said good. Then I paused and said, “Go to your side of the closet. There’s a bag in the right corner. Go get it but don’t look at it. She put the phone down and did just that.

She came back to the phone and said ‘I have the bag”. I said “Good, now open it”. I heard the bag rustling, her hand going in, and her voice say “What” Oh?” She got on the phone – “What is this?’ I asked if she saw the lingerie and heels? Yes? “Well, today, you're going to wear them under your teacher clothes and go to school. You're going to be like one of those professional high class women who have regular good jobs during the day and are paid for wh*r*s at night?

The phone got real quiet. I asked, ““Do you agree with this? If you don't, that’s fine, but if we start, there’s no turning back”?

Still silence, then a meek, “I agree”. Then, I dropped the hammer. “And now look on the side of the bag. Find something taped. There was more rustling, and I heard the ripping of tape from the bag.

“What did you find, I asked.

“ It’s a twenty dollar bill? What’s that for?

“ You told me that night with your former student that wh*r*s get paid in cash. Today, you’re going to earn your money. Every time you complete something, you get twenty dollars. The more you do, the more you earn, Just like a good little working girl.”

She started to breathe heavy. I then said “Think of this as the ultimate good girl gone bad event. You’ll be teaching in that plaid jumper of yours, the blue button down blouse, and underneath you’re dressed like a high end call girl. And for the panties, for now wear the bikini high rise. That will make your ass stand out to those horny little teenage boys.

She started to breath heavier and I wanted to see if she would follow orders. “ So – for wearing those things – you just earned twenty dollars. Want to earn twenty more?

All I heard was a breathy “Yes”.

“Make your self cum. Right now! I commanded.” "I want to her you make yourself come!".

And she started. You could hear her rubbing herself, sticking her fingers in her pussy and hearing the squishing sounds as her pussy got wetter and wetter. I then said “ Make this good. I need to hear you. I want my money’s worth!”

That got her going. She took a couple of deep breathes, starting moaning , then almost screamed as she came. She calmed down and then said on the phone, “That good enough? “I said yes. And then she quickly said, “Good. Now where’s my money!”

She was in – she would play the rented women.. She was planning to play the paid wh*r* for me. I said “ Check behind the kitchen cabinet door’ She walked over and the came back. “You taped a twenty to the door? So am I to assume there’s more around here?

I simply said, “Could be”, and then said, “Congrats! You just earned your first forty bucks as a sex worker!".

More please!!
 

More please! Your ex is amazing! I can’t wait to hear more. Any pictures?

Part 3 - The Beginning Of The Plan
 

PART 3

That entire day at work was a blur. I was worthless. My mind certainly wasn’t on creating ad campaigns for my clients or worrying about expense reports. Still, I had a few things I wanted her to do.

I knew her first break was at 10:30. So, I called the school and asked for her. She came to phone and said Hello, Mrs. A speaking. They didn’t ask who it was, so she didn't know who was on the other end.

I responded, “The man who’s paying for your services.”

She almost cooed into the phone, “ Oh, it's you. Nice to hear from you!

I said, “ Yeah, how’s those clothes feeling? Getting a bit of a thrill?”

“I swear some of the kids know what I’m wearing. I’m not used to garters so I keep on trying to straighten them. I think some of the boys got a glimpse of the stocking tops!.”

“Well, remember you are paid for! Don't give anyhting away unless they pay!!

She kind of blurted out, ‘I’ll keep that in mind. “

I then asked, “Want to make another twenty dollars? I was going to keep this earning aspect up, so she felt like she was really being paid for by a client, and not her husband.

“Ok”. There was no hesitation. “What do you want me to do?

“Go to the bathroom, Take off your panties, put them in your purse, and make yourself cum.

“What?

“You heard me. You make yourself cum right now, and work the rest of the day wthout underpants." I added the underpants part to make it sound more innocent. “Check your purse – see what’s taped to the side.”

She responded, “It’s another 20”. I said, “Yep. You do it, you earn more. If you haven’t guesed by now, you’re my personal wh*r* for the day, and you can make a shitload of money today. All you have to do is obey and do exactly what you are told. Agreed?”

She exhaled and said “ Ok. I’m your bought and paid for girl. I could use the money!” .And that’s when I knew she was going to do anything I wanted – and she was ok being paid as a wh*r* – even if it was coming from her husband and our house money. So I told her to go do what I had asked and call me back. True to her word, she called me back.

“I did what you asked”.

“Did you make yourself cum?

“Yes – it didn’t take long. You might want a refund.”

“No – I’ll get my real value later.”

She asked, “What does that mean? I didn’t explain – I hung up the phone and went back to work.

During her second break, I called again. This time they told her it was her husband.

“Yes – what’s next?. She was now into it – taking orders and being docile – paid and docile.

“When you get home, you can put on the other pair of panties – and take off your clothes except for the under garmets. And – put on those new shoes from the bag. I want you to do you daily things in underwear – and, keep the blinds open.

“She gasped; “All the way?

“ No – I told you I wouldn’t hurt or compromise you. Blinds at half way so the slates are all even. This way, people may see you, but not sure what they are seeing. “

“What doi I get for that?

I started to play, “God, you sex workers want their money. There’s another twenty underneath the top of the silverware drawer. It's yours if you do it.”

She simply said I understand, and I said ok. She said aren’t you going to say anything else. I replied no; you don't have pleasaantries with things you paid for – and then hung up the phone. My guess was that she was having an orgasm – right in the school office.

I stayed at work for as long as I could stand it, but left about 4 and made my way from the city to Central Jersey. I took the bus home, and had to try and keep my raging hard on from springing out. It was an uncomfortable ride to be sure.

I got to the bus stop near our place, and went to the phone at the 7-11. I called the house and put the next phase in action.

“Hello”, she said.

“ What are you wearing? I said, not trying to discuise my voice.

She said, “Oh, it’s you. Just what you paid me to. “

I took a breath. If I could get her to do this, then she was mine. “Ok – I’m at the 7-11. I’m going to walk to the street outside our window. Open up the slates and stand there so I can see you’re not lying. You don’t have to open them unti you see me.

“Ok.” She said. “That’s 20 bucks for the view”

“Sold”. She was getting in to it. And sold was a big word.

I walked down the street about 50 yards to our place . Our window was on the second floor, right in the middle of the courtyard facing the main road. When I got there, I looked up right at our window. I saw her there, looking through the shades, and as soon as she saw me, she starting lifting them up.

And there she was. Standing there in garters and suspenders, in that new sexy bra showing off her its just so,, and the new panties. You could see her in the small piece of fabric covering her bush,. She had never work these types of clothes before. One inhibition had dropped away. Then she turned around and her perfect ass was in front, with the single line of fabric almost swallowed by her cheecks. She then sat down , and I motioned for her to close the blinds. I don't know if anyone saw us. I sure hope they did.

I walked back to the 7-11 phone booth and called her. She picked up immediately and said “Where are you?’ She was breathing heavily and she was really turned on by that very simple perfomance to me and whomever of the neigbors would have been watching,

“You have a nice ass.” I said. “Glad I’m paying for a top flight looker.”

“She simply said, “ I work out.” Then she said, “Where are you?”

“I’m back at the 7-11. You’re really earning your money today. How much have you made so far.? I wanted to keep focusing on the money, to reinforce she was really acting like a wh*r* – getting paid for various sex acts just like any street walker.

“About 80. You still owe for what I just did”. She was playing along, and I loved it.

“You’ll get it when I get back. I’m getting some wine and food, and when I get back be in all the the school clothes your wore today – except the shoes. Wear the new shows I got you.You do that, you get another 20. “

“ Ok, Not sure what you're going for, but ok.” She hung up and I knew she was off thinking what I had planned. I had her off her game, and that what was always needed when we got into really heavy sex and different situations.

Part 4
 

PART 4

Sorry for going so long - we didn't do much, so I remember every single detail of the big things. I think bringing it back to life after 35 years makes me relive it again.

I got back to our place and brought up the food and wine. I had second thoughts on what we were doing, but decided we could stop if we wanted to. And she could always say no. That’s how it had to work.

I went upstairs and opened the door. There was my ex wife, standing almost at attention, wearing that plaid jumper and a blue button down oxford shirt. The only thing different from normal was the three inch black high heel shoes. She was the picture of ladyhood and innocence. Who would have know during the day she had been paid for her sl*ttiness?

“ Very nice, very nice”, I said, and walked up to her and gave her twenty dollars. “That's for the window show.. “ And when she went to take the money, she kind of stopped, with a look that said we were crossing a line. Before, it was kind of a game. She would do something, and then she found the twenty I left. Here, she was taking money from her customer. She swallowed hard and simply said “Thanks”. Part 2 is done – she took money directly for doing a sex act.

“ No, you worked hard for it. You deserve it”. Now go sit over there, and I pointed to a chair. I got us each a glass of wine and said, “So, tell me about your day?”

She looked at me crossly and said, ‘You know about my day.” I thought the getting money directly from a customer was still waying on her mind.

“No, I mean, tell me. Okay, let me ask a few questions”. How did you feel when you put on the new clothes”?

“Really sexy, I never had garters on before. They made my legs look good!”

“Did you look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Yes. “

“What did you see?”

“I saw a very sexy woman, who was going to be very bad today. I looked and saw this prim teacher looking like she was gong to get fucked”

Well, that was unexpected, I didn't think she would think that. So, I pressed on.

“Did you look at yourself after you put the teacher outfit on?

“Yes”

“What did you think then?

She gulped. “I can't say it.”

“Say it”

“I thought, here’s a teacher on top, but a wh*r* underneath. It’s the good girl covering up the bad girl.

I pressed on. “And how was school?”

She answered a quick fine.

“Really. Did you do what I paid you to do?” I needed to remind her she was on the clock, and her actions were bought and paid for.

“Yes I did. I went to the teacher’s lounge and removed those panties. I put them in my purse, and then I sat down on the pot and jerked off. I came within seconds. I had to hold my mouth so no one heard me scream, it was that loud.

“And then?”

“And then I took the money you left and put it in my pocket. After all, you did pay for it.”

Now she was saying it, She was getting paid for sex acts. She was playing along, and all day she was into this idea someone was paying for her to be the bad girl.

“Do you think your collegeaus though something was different about you?

“Maybe. One of the women noticed the stockings, she said she had a pair like that from Victoria’s Secret and asked me if mine were those. I said no, similar but no. She walked way but I knew she knew I was wearing garters underneath the jumper.

“So – how did all that make you feel today?”

“The bad girl pulled one over them. I hid behind the veneer of a prim High School English teacher, and underneath there was a sl*t who was dressed like a wh*r* and needed to be fucked by anyone who had the money!

That was unexpected. If she wasn’t into before, she was real into it now.

It was time to turn up the heat, and enter into real sex for money part

Part 5 - A New Ballgame
 

Part 5.

“Ready to make so some money?”, I said.

“She replied, “That’s why I’m here? Her response wasn’t rehearsed; it was natural. She was into this – almost too much, and I kept playing.

“Here's another twenty. Go over to the stereo. It’s set up with a special song” As she went to grab the twenty, I said, “And strip for me” She stopped. I had asked her in the past to play stripper for me, but never would; she would get embarrassed and say she couldn’t do that. I looked and said, “ No striptease, no money”, and pulled back the twenty. She went over, pushed the button, and came back and grabbed the twenty. Another inhibition gone.

The song came and she looked at me and said. “Really?” It was Madonn’a Like A Virgin. I said, “First times need a first time song. And so she began to dance and strip.

She started with the buttons on the jumper. One by one they came off, then sliding the body of it to the floor. You could see the tops of the stockings below the blue shirt bottom. She turned around and shook her ass, with most of it hanging out with those thong panties on. What I was watching was amazing. She was in her prim teacher outfit, what she wore everyday, and piece by piece she was transforming into the bad girl. With every button that come undone, the school teacher went away, and the bad girl came out.

She was almost done unbottuning the shirt and she started to sway and shimmy back and forth. Then she grabbed a chair, turned it around and started writhing up and down. I never knew she knew stripper moves, but she learned them somewhere. She stood up, the shirt came off and then she grabbedd her tits and squeezed them for all they were worth. She moved the chair and got on her hands and knees and crawled to me. She swung her head and then leaned back, , and then removed her bra to show those great firm tits. She pinched her nipples, pulled them, and tried to lick one, but couldn’t get it all up there.

As she was writhing on the floor, she said, “Are you getting your twenty dollars worth? I threw a twenty at her, “Let’s see some more!” She turned around, and slowly untied the string on the panties, and pulled them off and rubbed them up and down her very wet pussy.. She walked over to me and gave me the panties and said” “Sniff them. That’s high class call girl pussy!” This was unbelievable – she was so into this, I was wondering if I had created a monster. Maybe she would go do this at an amateur night somewhere.

She turned and walked away, giving me a great view of her ass and pussy from behind. She turned to face me, and had one hand on her tits and one hand grinding her pussy. She was making herself cum right there on the floor in front of her customer. She kept on grinding until the song stopped.

I said, “I have another twenty for you if we go to the VIP room. She looked a bit askew at that, but I said, "It's where the girls get wild for cash from their best customers!” She smiled, and said, “You’re my very best customer!” I went to the kitchen and grabbed an empty bottle of wine. I said, “Twenty bucks if you fuck this!” She didn't hesitate, she grabbed the bottle and shoved it in. She started to hump it up and down,. She shoved the bottle in almost to the main label. I didn’t now her pussy stretched that far. She started cumming almost immediately, writhing on the floor with this bottle up her hole. I dropped a twenty from the sky and it landed on her chest as she came.

I looked down at her with money on her body. “Best forty I’ve ever spent!" She laid n the floor panting. I looked at the prim English teacher now. Panting, laying on the floor, the way she used to hide her true inner self – a teacher’s clothes – strewn by the wayside. There was no veneer now. She was a real bad girl. And me standing above, ready to see if she wanted to go further.

I picked her up and brought her to the chair and sat her down. She looked exhausted. She had come at least four times during the day, and the pent up anticipation of what was coming must have taken a lot out of her. Still, I wanted to see if we could continue.

“So – how much did the little sex worker make today?” I kept up that line of talk. She stammered a bit, “ I made about 140 so far." The phrase “so far” told me she was still in. “Not bad for a days work”, I said, “But the days not over yet.”

She looked at me. “I have a Part 2 planned. Same rules apply, I ask you to do something, and you get paid for it. But once we start, there’s no turning back. Agreed?” And I held up a twenty dollar bill. She grabbed it. I was absolutely amazed this was happening - she was going full call girl.

Since she was paid for, I started to get more in control. I sternly said, “Okay, go to the bedroom, and on the other side of the closet from where you found the lingerie is another bag. Bring it here - but don’t look inside.” She got up, and walked into the other room. The look of her ass swaying back and forth accented by those hose heels as enough to make you come for a week – especially since she never wore anything like that before. Another inhibition to the wayside.

She came back, and I said to kneel on the floor. She did, and I dumped the contents out on the floor. When she saw them, you could hear a pin drop.

“What’s your plan here?" She grabbed the leash, grabbed one of the dildos, and looked at me like I had gone mad.

“The plan is simple. If I am paying you, I want to use you anyway I want. And I’ll double what I’m paying you. Instead of 20, you’ll get 40. But you’ll do everything I say or no money. And working girls need their money, don’t they?”

I had her. All the playing we did, from finding money to giving money directly to now a whole new world and more money. She was realizing she liked being paid for sex, and the bad girl part of her was too much to contain. The idea of being a wh*r* was so appealing – especially since she was doing it with me, her husband. She looked at me and said, “Alright, you pay, I’m game. Just no rough stuff I have other customers who don't like marks on their girls!” And she said it was a business relationship – making a deal. This was sex for money – and we were getting into a whole new area.

I said, “Get the collar and put it on yourself” Like a good call girl, she responded with where’s the money. I said the collar and leash are a set. When you put the leash on, you get forty. So, she took the dog collar and closed it around her neck, and the attached the dog leash to it. I said to give me the leash and she handed it to me. I said ‘Good doggy’. She looked at me coolly, and I shoved forty in her hand.

“Now, go over there”. She walked to the other side of the living room. “Now get on you hands and knees and crawl to me. And carry your leash. She went to put it in her hand. I yelled, “No! Bad doggy!” I walked over and slapped her ass. I looked at her and simply said ”In your mouth”. She proceeded to pick up the leash with her mouth and crawled over to me. I patted her head and said good girl, and slipped another twenty in her mouth next to the leash. In one day, she went from my wife to call girl to dog; an amazing journey.

I started to pick up the other items and out them in the bag. I looked at her and said “Go fetch!” She went to the bag and I then said , “Carry them as I take you for walk. I pulled on her leash, she picked the bag up with her teeth, and I took her a quick stroll around the living room and said. “You are a good girl. You deserve a treat”. With that, I put another twenty in her mouth, and I walked her on her hands and knees into the bedroom. I told her to jump on the bed, which she did, and I gave her more money. This was taking a turn into a real control thing for me and she was turning into a truly paid sex worker who would do anything for money.

Part 6
 

She was kneeling on all fours on the bed, not sure what was coming next. I’m guessing she didn’t think she’d be leashed and walked like a dog, but she did it and took money for it. I could see that she was dripping from her pussy all down her legs so it was clear she was really into this. I also knew I needed to move fast or she might come to her senses and stop playing.

I tied her leash to the top of the bed and said, "Have to keep out pets from running away”. I then grabbed the ball gag and quickly wrapped it around her head. “Don't want my neighbors I have a dog; pets are not allowed!" They weren’t our neighbors; they were mine – and for the moment, she wasn’t a person, she was a dog. I slipped a twenty underneath the elastic band of the ball gag. She had a look of fear, not knowing what was coming, so leaned over and said, “I will never hurt you; don't worry” With that, she sighed and we continued.

I stopped with the dog bit as I didn’t really like, and I wasn’t sure if she did. So I went over to the dresser and from my side I pulled out four long white sheet strands. I began to tie her right hand to one bedpost, the left to the other. I the grabbed four or five pillows and shoved them under her stomach so her ass was high in the air. She started to protest, but I stuck another twenty in the band. “ I’m getting what I paid for. You don’t want your other johns to know you don't deliver? How will you make it on the street”. She nodded yes and dropped her head down. She was compliant and totally mine, both in mind and from money.

I tied both of her legs to the other bedposts, and then maneuvered her so she was across the bed and I could get to her mouth without climbing over her. I looked at my handiwork. I never tied up anyone ever, and we had never, ever discussed or talked about bondage. But I was impressed at the visual in front of me. My cute little wife, dressed like a high end hooker, spread on all fours on bed, all tied up and leashed to the bed with a ball gag in her mouth.

I shifted back into the customer/husband role. “Imagine what you principal would say if he saw this! Dear Ms. A, we at the school feel your tied to new positions the school can not abide. Do you think any of them know you go home and have sex for money? That you sell your body for money? How many of the other male teachers do you think would pay you? I bet a lot! I bet a lot of them saw you move that ass today, and said, I would like to fuck that so bad. I bet they all talked about you, trying to see if they could fuck you at the same time!"

And that did it: tbe dirty talk, the money, the leash, all built to one huge orgasm. She grunted like an animal, and shook the bed so much I thought it would break. “Well, it look like someone needs to get fucked? Do you need to get fucked?

She looked at me still shaking from that orgasm and said yes through the ball gag. I said I can't hear you and removed the ball gag. She looked up at me and said. “Yes, but it will cost you!” I really couldn’t believe she was so into this.

“ You know, I’m not ready to fuck you yet. I will, not now. But let me get my friends". She gasped. I think she thought I actually had friends in the room, because she tried to turn around to see if anyone was actually there. I went to the end of the room. I grabbed the bag and pulled out the dildos.

“These friends! She breathed a sigh of relief. “I held the white one. You remember Jimmy? Your former student? Your first client? He said he just had to fuck you, and I agreed. And of course Jimmy said he’ll pay”. I then held up the black one. "This is Jerry. I meet him at a bar. He loves white women and wants to show you how to really cum. Best part – he’s paying too”. Finally, I pulled out the small while one. "And this is Mike. He’s small, but a friend of Jerry. He’s a bit small, but if there’s one thing he loves, it's fucking a great ass. He saw you today, and told me you had a great ass. So he’s going to fuck your ass. But he can’t pay. So I’ll pay for him to fuck you ass.”. I had now moved from her customer to her pimp.

I looked at her eyes,; she was absolutely in heat. She was breathing really hard. The idea of getting fucked by multiple guys (fantasy guys, but that’s what we were doing) and she’s was getting paid to fuck them and I was the one whoring her out to those guys (again a fantasy since it was me paying) made her look so hot.

“Ready to get to work?”, I asked, keeping that she was working for the evening, not having fun.” Your customers are waiting.” Still playing the good wh*r*, she said, "If they have the money, I have the pussy.”” I took forty and laid it in front of her. “Here’s Jimmy’s money”. She responded. “ Jimmy, take what you paid for.” The talk from her was absolutely driving me wild. She now going to have multiple customers, just like a real hooker.

I walked behind her and said, ‘Jimmy, you wanted to fuck her the other night, didn't you?’ Yea, I know, that’s one sweet pussy, isn’t it? We’ll go ahead and get your money’s worth”. I started to shove that dildo in her pussy, slow at first, but then faster and harder. I continued speaking as if I was talking to Jimmy. “ You really liked that ass didn’t you? I bet you and the while football team wanted to make her your b*tch!.

My ex-wife in ecstasy. She started speaking, which I didn't expect. "Yes, I wanted that. I wanted you and the whole football team to fuck me. Fuck me like the wh*r* that I am. I need cock. Give it to me." She was talking more and more as I shoved Jimmy into her. I then walked up to her face, looked down, and said, ‘How much for a blowjob? She looked up and said, ‘You know the price. 40” I dropped another forty in front of her her, opened my pants and said “Get to work”.

She sucked me for all she was worth. She couldn’t use her hands, so I grabbed her head and face fucked her. I decided to talk with Jimmy again. “ How’s that hole back there, Jimmy” That’s a high-class hooker hole, right there. This hole? This hole up here is fine.” I looked down at my ex wife. I was fucking her face, and what I saw was just a hole. It wasn’t the mouth that kissed me on our wedding day, the sweet lips that shared tender kisses. No, this was just a hole I was pushing my cock into, It was some sight. I had been on the verge to cum all day, so it wasn’t long before I came – which I did all over her face. I looked down and she was covered in cum. She was now a painted wh*r*. More inhibitions were swept away. And she was orgasming again to the dildo I left pushed up in her pussy.

I walked to the back and pulled “Jimmy’ out. “She’s good, isn't she, Jimmy? I know you want more, but she has a few customers waiting. Give me a call and well schedule a time.” I was now booking her clients, right in front of her. And as I looked at her moving her ass from the last orgasm, I realized we were crossing into a very dangerous territory.

I wish I had pictures. We only did pictures once - polaroids. I am going to write that story soon as it done with this one. This story about that night playing a call girl is a bit hard to write, and I'm not sure I want to tell it all of what happened, - but I am gong to try. .

Part 7
 

I looked at my ex wife. Ass up, panting, her holes were on display for anyone who would walk in. As her breath started to settle, I said “Ready for your next john?’ She just replied, ”If they have the money, my pussy is theirs! – the variation of the line she used on the first dildo. It was an interesting change as now she was saying she giving her pussy to anyone who had the money,

I then said, “It’s Jerry’s turn!”. Jerry was the large black dildo. She just remarked “ Tell Jerry to get his money up now. I have other customers to attend to!’ I couldn't believe this whole night, but being a paid wh*r* was seemingly routine for her. She was an actress in school, but she wasn’t acting here. She really wanted to be a paid wh*r*.

I threw two twenties near her head, and took the black dildo, and said, “Jerry, she’s all yours”. I then shoved that big black dido into her, and she jumped forward, This was a good sized one, about ten inches and thick and part of me wanted to see how much she could take and how I could get her to respond.

I got it in about half way and was having a bit of trouble getting more in. I had an idea. “Jerry, what’s wrong? She said, “What’s his problem? Never had a good white pussy before? The wh*r* was now backtalking! “It’s you! You can’t take all of him, and he thinks he wants a refund”. My ex wife just laughed, “No refunds from this girl! Tell him to shove harder!

And so I did. I tried it a few different ways and begin to go in farther. She started speaking, “That’s it Jery. Give me that big black cock! Tell this white wh*r* how much you love her pussy!’ I was stunned. The whole black fantasy never came up before, and you now you could check another box of things we've done to the list. ‘She continued.” Maybe your friends would like a nice white school teacher to fuck? Be their little sl*t for the evening? You arrange with my pimp and we’ll get that scheduled.

Holy shit!! Not only did she say she be in gang bang, but she called me her pimp. She actually used the word pimp. I almost fainted from hearing that. So – I said to “Jerry”, "That sounds great . Say 50 bucks a guy, maybe 10 brothers?" She heard that and started to come, and Jerry slipped in more. I had now arranged a black gang bang for my wife, where she could make $500. This was getting to be too much.

I then said, “We almost forgot about Mike. Mike, easy on her, she’s never had her ass fucked before”, With that she said, "That's going to cost more. I get more for a virgin ass than pussy!" So, I said, “How much?” She said 60. Now she was setting new prices for new acts. This was absolutely nuts. I took three 20’s and again threw them at her head. I really was feeling like her pimp.

I realized she might be tight, even with the small thin dildo. So, I went to her head with the dildo. "I think this needs to be lubed up!", and shoved it in her mouth and moved it in and out. I took it out, looked at it, and said, " Needs more.” While she began to open her mouth, I instead rolled the dildo on the cum I left on her face. “That’s better”, I said, and went to her backside.

“Jerry”, I said, “Move a bit, Mike can get his cock in her ass that way”. I shifted Jerry around to play along, and then started to put Mike in her ass. I went slowly, gently pushing it up her ass. She grunted again, and again, spoke words I’d never here her say, “Tell him to get it up there. I have other people who can pay for themselves.” This was incredible. She was talking like she still had an evening worth of work. “Then she said, ‘I hope you schedule them apart this time!” This time! Wow!!

I was working the big black dildo and the small while in both holes. Her ass then started to move up and down, then literally a mile a minute, and she was cumming again. I said, “It’s only top level wh*r*s who an take two at a time. You must have a lot of practice, She responded, “Well, you're my pimp, you book my johns!” She called me her pimp again. I thought I would cum just standing there!!

I then got an idea, and one I’m not proud of. We had advanced this game to a new level, and I decided to make it more real. And I regret it to this day.

Part 8
 

These next few sections are things I did that i'm not proud of. I did them,I own it and I guess after 35 years of not telling anyone, I need to get it off my chest. Thanks for taking the time to read and listen.

I went and got some tape, the blindfold and ball gag. I put those on her face, and before the ball gag went on, she blurted out “What are you doing’. “I ‘ll let you know in a minute, I said, and then went to the her backside. I took the tape and first strapped in the black dildo in her pussy, and then the small one in her ass. So, here’s was my ex wife. Tied up, gagged, blindfolded, on all fours, with dildos secured to each hole. That site may me realize she was made airtight – every hole had something in it.

I shouted to her from the back and said, “ I need to go find your next customers. You stay here. But I wouldn’t make too much noise, I'm going to leave our apartment door open. So if your other customers arrive, well, just tell them to do their business and leave the money near your head.” I was now leaving her for anyone to come in and use her.

That may have been too much, because she started moving around and pulling on the ropes a bit. That backfired, because the moving started to get the dildos moving and she started to moan again. Soon she would on her way to at least her eighth orgasm of the day. I quickly went downstairs, opened and closed the front door so it sounded like I left and quietly knocked on the downstairs neightbor’s door – the one who had saw her ass and pussy from the night at the drive in.

We hadn’t really spoken since that night, so when he opened the door, he was a bit shocked and stuttered out a small Hello. I said , “Look, did you like my wife’s ass? He look puzzled. "Simple question, did you think it was a nice ass?’ He said yes, it seemed you guys had a great time that night. I said we did.

“”Look, we’re playing a little game upstairs. If you play your cards right you can have some fun with that ass and more of her. One question: How much money do you have? He really looked puzzled, but pulled out his wallet and replied about 200 in tens and twenties. I said, “That’s perfect. Now, take your shoes off and come with me – take the same steps as I do so she doesn't hear two people coming!"

He looked at me, still not quite getting what was going on, but he took off his shoes, grabbed his keys and followed my lead upstairs When we got in the front door landing, I whispered for him to be quitet, and not to do anything until I said to - and to keep his wallet out! I closed the door hard so she could hear me. However, I don't think she could over the grunting noise she was making as she came. We moved into the bedroom and when my neighbor looked in, you’d think you’d have to pick his chin off the floor. The vision of my ex wife with two dildos in her holes, tied to a bed with cum all over her face was, to say the least, a shock. I held my finger to my mouth for him to be quiet, and mouthed “be ready”

I walked over to her and pulled off the ballgag. ‘Miss me” She nodded. “Well, I couldn’t find your other customers, maybe they found other wh*r*s.” I looked at our neighbor. He had a raging hard on and was shaking his head at what was transpiring “Ready to go back to work?”” She said “Yes, I need to make more money”. I looked at my neighbor and nodded. He was getting what this little game was all about.

“Well, time to take Jerry and Mike out and send them on their way. I slowly peeled the tape off so as not to hurt her and removed the didoes, She gushed a ton of fluid onto the bed.

“Now, how much will you charge me to put my fingers in you pussy and ass? She squeezed out the word, “20”. I said, That’s a bargain, and put a twenty near her head, walked around and out fingers in both holes, and started moving in and out. Suddenly, I grunted and then yelped a bit.” Ow, my hand, dam, I have a cramp. Give me a minute, will ya?”,. I pulled out, looked at my neighbor, and pointed to her bottom. “Sorry, I’m ok now, here we go.” I looked at him again, and rubbed my thumb and forefinger together making the money symbol.

He smiled and reached for a twenty. He gave me the bill and proceeded to kneel down right at my wife’s open holes, and then put his fingers in of them. As he was putting his fingers in those holes, I was putting his twenty in my pocket.

And there it was. We crossed the final line, For the entire day, I was playing out the fantasy that my wife was selling her body to me and imaginary people. Now, for the first time, I really had sold her body to another man. Some guy we really didn’t know. I charged him twenty bucks to finger fuck my wife’s pussy and ass, and I, as her husband and pimp, kept the money. And the night would continue from there.

Part 9
 

Sorry this is taking so long; I go through these moments and see if I really want to write them all down. It also takes me time as I am the world's world typist...

He was stuffing his finger in her pussy and ass like there was no tomorrow. My ex wife was just groaning and moaning. I was wondering how much longer could she go – this had been an all day affair. So – I needed to move this along.

I motioned him to stop, but to leave his fingers there. I stood directly behind him. “You know, it occurred to me that you call girls really don’t get pleasure, Just servicing your men and then left to your own devices. That’s really not fair. How about I lick and eat your pussy out until you come?


“Yes. Lick me out, please, eat me” she begged. “But I’ll only charge you twenty”, as she squirmed with my neighbor’s fingers still in her.

“Fair enough. I said”, and pointed to my neighbor to pull his fingers out of her and I leaned over him and threw another twenty at her head. She had about two hundred dollars laying all around her body. She was a really paid for working girl now!

I signaled to my neighbor for another twenty, He gave it to me, I pocketed it, and he dove tongue first into her pussy. And another step taken in selling my ex wife to another man.

I stood there watching them. I had a weird feeling come over me. My wife really was a wh*r*. Here she was, bought and paid for, and some older guys was eating her out. I couldn’t tell if I was proud or something else. I had to saw he was pretty good. He had his fingers in her pussy and ass as he ate her out, he slapped her ass a few times, and she moved her ass up and down until she came for what was tenth time of the event. When she did, he slapped her ass again. He looked as if he was going to say something, so I signaled him to be quiet. He stood up, slipped me another ten and quietly whispered, “That was worth the extra ten”. I almost came in my pants on that remark – not only was my wife a real wh*r*, she was a darn good one!

As my ex wife was laying there, looking for more sex or money, I decided to see what I could get away with. I walked to her head and said , “ Time for more sucking, how much? She just lifted her head a bit and said “ Just twenty, I’ve made a lot tonight.” I responded with, “That’s not a good businesses decision. You should always charge what you are worth.” She nodded and said, “You’re right, I’m the best cock sucker on the block. Make it forty!”. I threw two twenties at her head and shoved my cock into her mouth. As I’m feeing her my cock, I signaled for my neighbor to come to me.

I looked at his cock at realized we were about the same size and width. I took a giant leap, and motioned to him to put his dick in her mouth. He looked at me, I signaled for more money, he grabbed another forty, gave it to me, put it in my pocket and then I slipped out of her mouth. I wiped my dick on her face, and he then moved in behind me. We shifted positions - very quietly - and then he shoved his dick in her mouth. My ex wife was now pimped out to suck other men. She didn’t know it – she just kept sucking for all it was worth. And I was another forty dollars richer, and another line had been crossed.

I watched him face fuck her – no use of his hands, but moving his hips to go in and out of her mouth. Mouth? Hell, it wasn’t a mouth at this point; it was just a hole I used earlier. She was now just a bunch of holes men were using to pleasure themselves, and she was only to willing to be those holes. I started to get mad at her for this – the fact that maybe, just maybe, I actually married a true wh*r*!

I watched him continue fuck that hole. I realized my ex made a lot of money that night, and giving the rage I was starting to feel, she could make more. I watch him continue to push his cock down her throat, in and out, and her head not moving. She was just receptacle for his cock, and soon, his cum.

He started to move faster, showing it would not be long now, and suddenly he pulled out and grunted and sprayed all over her face and head. Her blindfold got covered. Her eyebrows got covered, and the bangs of her hair get covered. She was a cum dump, given what she had taken from me earlier. For all she new, this second load was from me too.

We both looked at her, and then I said, “ Well, I think it's feeding time at wh*r* Zoo!” I was really going down a bad path, but it seemed right at the moment. “How much to feed you” She knew what that meant from our last experience with her former student. She said, “ The going rate – 40 bucks”. She was still all in the game! I looked at my neighbor and directed him to follow me. I grabbed a bit of cum on my finger and feed it to her, he would move in unison and then feed her again. This would go on for a few minutes, with her just eating our cum for the money we paid her.

My ex wife was now sold to have her pussy and ass fingered, be eaten out by someone she didn't know, suck a stranger's cock, have them cum over her face, and then eat the cum. And I, her husband, collected the money for those services.

Part 10
 

The next few are part of the times I hated myself for doing them. The next few will take you through the end of the evening.

After feeding her cum, I looked down at what I had created. I wasn’t happy. I thought this was a simple game, but it was turning out that my prim and proper wife was, deep down, a cum craving wh*r*. I even wondered if she had done this before by the way she was acting. I knew that wasn’t true, but her talk throughout this was so out of context made me think it.

I walked around to the end of the bed and put my hand on her ass. I tapped it a few times. If she wanted to be treated like a sl*t, then so be it. We were going all out.

“Do you remember what Jimmy said that night? She just stuttered a bit. I looked at my neighbor and said, “You remember. The night you sucked off your former student in the backseat of out car at the drive in? The guy we gave your pussy to in order to keep him quiet?. She grunted a bit and said, ”I do. My first night selling my body!” My neighbor’s eyes popped out of his head; he realized tonight wasn’t her first time.

“That’s right, “ Now, he really liked your ass. In fact, he loved it when it moved when he slapped it. How much to slap it now?”

There was no answer. Spanking was one of those things that was out of the question. But not tonight! So – I slapped her ass. “ I asked you a question, b*tch! I own you! How much to slap your ass?”

There was a slight pause – maybe because I called her a b*tch and then she said, “Same rate. 40 dollars.” I said, “That’s expensive for a slap. Lower! And I slapped her ass again.

She yelped at that slap, and squeaked out, ’20!”. “Too much!”, and I slapped her ass harder. Another yelp from her. “”How much to paddle your ass? She said, “10?” She said it as a question, because she didn't know what I would say.

“Still too much!”,and I slapped her ass twice.” But I tell you what. “I’ll pay you 5 bucks a slap, and I get to do it ten times! Agreed?’

She simply said , ‘Yes, go ahead”. I laughed and said, “You’ve gone from high class hooker to common street walker in less than a day!. Only a common hooker cuts her rate! I tapped her ass and nodded to my neighbor, who just had an incredulous look on his face. I pointed to her right cheek, and mouthed one at a time. And then the phrase give me 20. He gave me another twenty for the right to slap my wife.

I said “Count off wh*r*!”. I slapped her ass, and she yelped one! My neighbor followed, then another yelp and then we heard, two! And this went on for ten slaps. My neighbor and I slapped harder each time we did it. By the time we were done, her ass was red. I looked at her right check where my neighbor had slapped. He had left his hand marks on my wife’s ass. A man paid me to slap my wife’s ass and leave his imprint on it. I thought that to myself that every time I saw that right cheek I would see his hand print.


After this, I looked at my neighbor, and I think he thought it was all over. I mouthed wait. Through out the whole day, I had done so many new things to my wife now paid wh*r*. The one thing I hadn’t done was something we always did – fuck. I just never paid for it. I said to my ex – “You know, throughout this whole day, I never fucked you. I should have done it earlier before your pussy got all stretched out from all your customers. How many guys did you service today? She murmured , “At least 5”, and then said, ‘It was a light day." My neighbor put his hand on his mouth and tried not to laugh. My ex wife continued.”And no feebies. You have to pay for this fuck! “Typical working girl!”. I threw another 40 at her head. The bills landed near her face, and one actually got stuck on the cum that was still on her face.

I lined up behind her pussy, put my hand on my cock and guided it into her pussy. She started to moan and begin to talk. “Ooh, baby, that’s it. You’re so good” She was playing call girl, trying to make her john feel good.

I kept on fucking her from behind and At that point, I remembered I had an audience. I looked at my neighbor, and his eyes were about to pop out of his head. I kept pumping into her, she was moaning, and then I started to talk again. I asked her, “So,how much have you made today? “ She didn't answer so I slapped her ass. ‘I said, how much did you make today?' Through deep breaths she spurted out ”around 500 hundred dollars”.

I keep pumping and said, “With this pussy, I bet you can make much make more than that.” I started to sound like her pimp rather than customer again. “You know what we should do? Get your male teacher friends to pay you for sex. You’d make a lot then. Even better -How about we film this – and show it to them? You want to be watched by those guys right?

She shouted out, “Yes! Yes I do” I want them all to watch me get fucked!! I continued. “You want to fuck all of them, don't you? She panted out, “Yes, , yes! “ I added, “But only for money! She readily agreed” Just for money! I’d fuck all of them for money!!!! But only for money! “I piled on as I fucked her. I said, “Ok. each guy could watch you fuck on film and then be their paid wh*r*!. Maybe ten, twelve guys you could fuck you for money. How much do you think you could make in one night?

She sputtered out, “I, I, I, I think more than a thousand! I could easily make a thousand a night fucking my teacher friends!! I was astounded; maybe she really was thinking about this! I kept driving my cock in and out of her well lubed pussy, and looked at my neighbor who was jacking off to what he was seeing and hearing.

“Wow”, I said, a thousand? A thousand dollar a night hooker? With that kind of money, you could do that full time! Do you want that? To be a full time call girl?

“ Yes, yes I do! I want to fuck men for money! I want them to come all over me for money!”

"Hey, maybe you could work bachelor parties! Suck off twenty guys in a room. Be a cum covered party girl!!. Heck for that, you could easily make two thousand a night!

“Oh yea, yes, yes!!!", she said through her heavy moans. I couldn’t tell if she was getting off on my fucking or the idea that she could actually be a call girl. “I can do that! I can do that! Be there cum sl*t and get paid for it! No more teaching! Just fucking for real! Just being a wh*r* for money! I could make so much more than teaching! I can do that! I want to do that!!!

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She wasn’t fantasizing; she was planning! She had the idea she could be a paid wh*r* as her career and seemed to be figuring out how to did it. I sped up my movement as she started really moaning, and I looked over at my neighbor. He was furiously jacking off, and my wife started to really start cumming,

She blurted out, “” I’m a wh*r*! Make me a full time wh*r*! That’s what I want to be!!! And she really came. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and my neighbor started to grunt. He looked as if he was going to cum and he moved closer to my ex- wife., I still had enough wits left to realize if she felt two streams of cum at different times, she’d realize someone else was there. So I pulled out and started to jack off. Fortunately, we both stared to cum on her at the same time. Cum was spraying everywhere, the sheets, her sides, and mostly on her back.

Part 11
 

This is the end of the evening. The next morning aftermath will follow and has no sex in it, but you should read it to see how we resolved what happened. Again, while I'm sharing this, my behavior that night was not something I'm very proud of today.

We were all spent, but I wasn’t quite done. This whole bachelor party talk from her had me a bit mad. Again, that wasn’t fantasy, that was a plan. If she wanted that, then she could have it.

I looked at my neighbor and mouthed “wait”. I rubbed my wife’s ass, and said, So you want to work bachelor parties, do you?” She quickly said, “Yes, I do. I really do!”“ “ Well", I said," If you want to work bachelor parties, you need to practice. They do something thing called “Paint The wh*r*”. Do you know what that is?” She responded “When they take their cum and paint her body with it? I said, “That’s right” And with twenty guys, she’s a fully painted mess. Now, I’m only one guy, so I can only give you one coat of paint. How much to paint you? She said “100”. “Wow, We've raised our prices, haven’t we? Ok, 100 it is.” I grabbed to last 5 twenties I had and threw them at her, all dropping around her body.

I signaled to my neighbor to get on her right side and signaled for more money, He slipped me 40 and I put it my pocket. My neighbor was going to help me paint my wh*r*house, so to speak.

I started first. I took some cum off her small of her back and wiped it on her ass. He did the same. My ex wife was trembling. We kept going. Stroke of cum after stroke of cum. I moved to her thighs and then my neighbor did the same. My ex wife was shaking as we reached her things and wiped cum on them. I motioned for him to stop as we were running out of “paint”. I moved up to her left side, and wiped cum on her shoulders and arms. “I took some more and rubbed it on her tits.

I took some more and said “I need to finish the outside of this wh*r* house”. I took the remaining cum and wiped it on her head and streaked her hair. “Can’t forget the roof. Give that good coating. There, the wh*r* house is painted” She replied ‘” I bet it’s the best looking wh*r*house on the block. “ She referred to herself as an object, She wasn’t the best looking; the house she became was the best looking! I looked at my neighbor and shook my head, He just mouthed the word “unbelievable”.

I realized we had been at this part of the day for almost four hours, and she had to be exhausted. She was panting, and I said to her “My hands are sticky from all that paint. I need to wash up”. I walked to my neighbor and pulled him out of the room. As I iooked back, I really couldn't believe what I saw. Here was my wife, tied to the bed, her body covered in cum streaks, her holes wide open. It was like she was a girl rented by a frat, put in a room, and guys came in and fucked and then left. I almost felt there would ne more people to come and use her the way she looked.She wasn't my wife, heck, she wan't even person at this stage. She looked like used dishrag.

We went to the bathroom closer to the front door so she wouldn't hear us. I started the water and we both put in our hands. He started, “ What was that Jimmy thing? She’s done this before?”. Not really, I said, “ A former student of hers saw her giving me a blow job, and in order to keep him quiet, I had her give him a blowjob and swallow his cum. So I essentially traded her body for his silence!”.

My neighbor said ‘ Unbelievable. By looking at her, you’d never know she as such a sl*t. Think you guys plan to do more of this?

“No, I think tonight was enough .I think we went a bit too far."

“I have to tell you, the way she was talking you might not have choice, That girl wants to be a wh*r*” My neighbor was calling her a wh*r* – and that really got me hot. He continued, “I’’ll tell you, that was the best two hundred I ever spent.

We turned off the water and he leaned in to me. “If you do keep this up, I gladly rent her for the night!’ he used the word “rent”, as if my wife was a power tool from Home Depot. And – her first night being paid for and already a repeat customer. Then he said “Don't worry, I won't say anything .Besides, who’d believe me? The way she looks, you’d have to be insane to think she was a paid hooker.” He looked at me and shook my hand and said, “Thank you for the evening. It was great”. I was being thanked for selling my wife’s body to him! Incredible!

He turned then looked back at me said, “Here, give this to her!" He handed me a fifty. “Give her a tip, She really earned it! A tip!! Not only was she paid for, but some guy felt she was so good he gave me extra. I felt like my cow had won first prize at the State Fair.

He walked out, and I closed the door slowly so she wouldn't hear. I went back in the bedroom and stared at her. I then reached in my pocket and felt his money. It was 200 dollars. I had wh*r*d out my wife for 200. And – if I wanted, I could make a lot more off her pussy. I shook my head. I couldn't do that.. This had gone way too far.

Looking at her was quite the view. Here was my wife, the good girl, the dean’s list teacher who would never do anything even remotely out of the ordinary, with her ass up in the air and tied to a bed. Her holes – and this point all they were holes – were wide open and looked sore. She has pussy juice and cum all around near ass and thighs. Her ass was covered in cum, and you could still see the outline of handprints from the spankings she got. Her face still had cum on it - with a twenty stuck to her face. Right by head and body were a ton of twenties – thrown at her for her night’s work.

I sat by her head and said, “Have you finished working for the night?” I wanted the whole idea of this being work and being paid for it to ring through her head. She softly responded, “ “Yea, I’m done for the night”. With that, I unleashed her from the collar and untied her from the bed. After that, I just said, “I’ll be going. Pick up your money and you can go”. I got up and remembered the tip she was given “ You know, you really earned more money than what you got today. You deserve more. Here.” I took the fifty my neighbor gave me, rolled it up, and pushed it in her pussy. She gasped and simply said thank you.

I then left the room, closed the door, with my paid for woman left in a heap. She wasn’t my wife at that point; she was just some thing I rented for the night, and now, me, her customer, was finished with his purchase. Now she wasn’t going anywhere, We were at our hone. But the idea of telling her she wasn’t at her place and basically tossed out like rubbish made the whole night that much more real. Heck, if she wanted to be a real call girl, then she needed to get use to this type of treatment.

I went to the liquor cabinet, poured myself a scotch and put on TV. I took the money out of my pocket, and just then truly realized what I had done. I had pimped out my wife – for real. Some guy paid me to use my wife – and that idea of playing the paid call girl really got her off. And I arranged the whole thing, and I orchestrated every exchange of sex for money. My wife was paid to have sex. That thought started to make me sick.

I had no idea what was going to happen next. For all I knew, she would get a knife and kill me for treating her like that. And I could never tell the selling her part. I waited to see what was going to happen. I watched the bedroom door. Nothing. I wondered if I should go I, but then I heard moving in the bedroom. She was moving off the bed, but she didn’t come out. I heard rustling and then realized was picking up her money. She was taking her earnings, and completed her work for the night!!

I heard her move toward the door, and I braced for the storm to come. I looked, and the door started to open, This was it. She slowly poked her head out, but not with the look of hate I expected. It was slight smile, almost coquettish, and she gave me a little wave.

She started to emerge, and I couldn’t believe what was in front of me, She still had the twenty stuck to her face, and the fifty sticking out of her pussy. She held onto the door jam and leaned, spun a bit, and I saw that cum covered ass. Standing up, she was a beautiful mess. Cum stains all over. The brand new stockings and garters were twisted and clearly ruined. Her hair was a mess. Her face was sticky and full of cum, except for the twenty and the place the blindfold covered. Looking at her now, it was the reverse of what my neighbor thought: How could this fuck toy ever be a high school English teacher? How could this bad girl had ever been a good girl?

I looked and said,, “Well, have a tough day at work?

She walked toward me and responded: “ Yea, I spent all of it on my back”. Then reached in and French kissed me. I pulled back a bit, but it was my fault why she had so much cum taste in her mouth. It was the least I could given what I had done – so I responded to her kiss.

It didn’t seem she was mad. I looked and decided to continue as she was a working girl: “ So, how was business today? Make a lot?

She pulled a bunch of twenties form her hand. “I made about 500 dollars. Not a bad days work!"

“What are you going to do with that?

“I don't know. Maybe buy new clothes?”

“What are you going to tell your co-workers? How did you get the extra money?”

She just said, “” I had a second job?”

“Oh yeah”, I said, “A job doing what?

She smiled and said “using my best assets!” She laughed a bit. It made me briefly think she could do this as a full time profession – and I got hard as a rock with that idea of her getting paid by a group of men to use her like sex toy.

Then she looked at me and said, “ Did you have a good time? I never want my customers to be disappointed” Jesus!! She wasn’t mad. She was being the paid for girl– and I really didn't think it was a game anymore!.

I thought about the entire day as well as the two hundred in my pocket, and said, “Yeah, best money I’ve ever spent”. I used the line my neighbor said – and that made me stop. I took a breath and decided to shift into pimp mode. "But you know, as the head of this little brothel, I deserve some of your earnings!

She looked at me, and realized I was still in the game as well, she simply said “ I’ll give you a blow job for free. That work?

I said fine,. She got down on her knees, and I looked at her as she opened her moth and slid down on my cock. She looked like she just worked a party full of men, and I was the last one to leave. The bangs of her hair were so cum covered, it almost looked like she was grey instead of brunette. In her sucking, it wasn’t the usual great enthusiastic blow job she usually did. It seemed she was doing it by rote, like it was all in a day’s work. She was just blowing another john. I decided to continue the paid girl talk.

“ You working tomorrow?” I bet you have a lot of customers.”

She stopped blowing me but never picked her head up to look at me.“ No, I made enough today. But on Sunday I have a party to work. Fifteen guys watching football. She sucked my cock again. “I’m going to be a nude waitress for them and then their halftime fuck toy?”. Christ, she was coming up with things I never dreamed she would think. The idea she could be a call girl was becoming more real.

She went back to sucking and I said, “Sounds like a busy day.”

“Yeah, it’s all in a days work, When you're a wh*r*, you have to earn it while you’re young!” And she went back down on my cock.

That was it. The fact she was imagining herself as a working girl and had a event planned out was too much. I came in her mouth, and she dribbled some out. She licked her lips, and said, “Well, thanks for the evening. Glad you got your money’s worth. Any time you need a girl for the evening, you know who to call”. She got up, turned around, and that great cum covered ass moved and went to the bathroom.

I sat there, unbelieving what I heard and wondering if we could ever go back to our normal life. I waited a few seconds, and then went to the bathroom door and stood there.

I heard her say “Oh wow.’ The same thing she said the morning after with Jimmy. The she continued, “You really are a good looking wh*r*! The best one on the block”. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wasn’t playing anymore, she was becoming that call girl. She then said “I could really do this. I could really be a call girl! It be nice to get paid for what I like to do for a change!. Then she turned on the shower and I walked into the other room

I sat down, and realized we had opened Pandora’s box as wide as you could. And I wondered how we could close it back up.

Part 12
 

This is the next morning; it has two parts.

I didn’t sleep at all that night. I didn't go to the bedroom. Stayed in the living room and just thought about the whole last day.

I finally got up and made some coffee, and really thought what was about to come. We would have to talk. Not just top line talk, but about our relationship and what we really wanted. The night before was something we never considered, and it opened doors we never thought possible.

I sat and thought about what happened. I was almost trembling thinking about it. How could I have done what I did? How could she have done what she did? It's not like we talked about something like this; we always kind of fell into these types of sexual situations. Did we really want to fall into this?

I was mad at both of us. I was mad at me for going to depths I didn’t know I had. How much did I want to control someone so much that I would come on her like she was an object? To really sell her to men and encourage her to egg them on? To walk her like a dog? To just throw money at her and get her to perform sex acts? I was disgusted on how far I had sunk.

On the same level, I thought about how far she had sank, and I was disgusted by what she did. Agreeing to more and more sex acts, and only if she got money. The higher the amount got, the more debased she would go and be treated. The final line was her willingness to be gangbanged for money, and saying she want to be a paid party girl. Her thought in the bathroom that she really wanted to do his as a career. I shook my head and realized we were in this together, and we needed to get out of this together.

My hands were trembling. I went to the liquor cabinet, and grabbed the bottle of Irish whiskey to add a shot to my coffee. I stopped. If we were going to get through this, liquor couldn’t be part of the answer.

I sat down and thought of what really happened. Really, it was a lot of firsts, For her, it was an entire litany of firsts. First time wearing sexy underwear, first time wearing it under her work clothes, first time masturbating at work, first time appearing almost naked in our window, first time stripping, first time fucking a bottle, first time wearing a leash and collar and being walked like a dog, first time tied, first time wearing a ball gag, first time wearing a blindfold, first time using sex toys, first time with one up in her ass, first time spanked until her cheeks were red, and first time being painted with cum like a bachelor party worker. And the biggest first she didn’t know about – first time being sold to another man for money.

I heard the shower turn off and realized it wouldn't be long. She did the same thing as we did when it happened at the drive in: She came out as the innocent in the white robe, cute clean face and the Dorothy Hammil haircut.

She came in, just sat down, and said quietly, “We need to talk.”

I said, "I know."

She started. “First, I want you to know I actually liked a lot of what we did yesterday. But I don't want to do that again. It just went too far. We went to place I don't want to go again.”

You could say that again. I replied, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault for getting us in that position.

“It wasn’t just you. I’m equally at fault. I could have stopped it at any time. I was just enjoying each phase and when we moved on, it seemed ok. I have to hand it you, you planned each part perfectly. If you had done things differently, I probably would have put an end to it.

“What do you mean?”

“The whole wearing of underwear for one thing, It was an easy thing to do, and I knew it would be exciting. No one would know or expect it from us. If you had told me to not wear underwear to work, I would have said no and hung up the phone.”

“Anything else?”

"Yes. If you had brought out a camera at any time, that would have ended it. If you told me to leave the windows open all day and be naked in front of it, that would have ended it. But you didn’t. It was just a little at a time, and it was fun to go step by step. It was really exciting.

“What about later?”

“Later was the same thing. The stripping seemed perfectly in line in what we were doing. And I have to yell you, it was really fun. We’ll have to that again” I smiled – glad we could be doing that!

“But nothing ever got of control. Even wearing the dog collar and leash, You didn't go nuts with it. If you had said to roll over and do tricks, that would have ended it. I have to say, you planned it well."

“Ok, but what about the rest of the night?”

“By that point I was into it. I was committed in my mind to be the best little wh*r* I could. I was excited, ready for anything you would throw at me. Going from handing me money to throwing money at me made me feel we were heading into really hot times. I was going from one stage to another. And you even knew when to increase the intensity when to back off. I don't know if you had all those moments planned out, but they worked. To keep me in and wanting to do more. The idea of eating me out slowed things down and gave me a chance to recharge a bit."

I took a breath. “Ok, what about you saying you wanted to be a full time call girl. Was that all in the heat of the moment, or did you really mean it?’

She paused. I thought that wasn’t a good sign. “At those moments last night, yes, I wanted to do. In fact, when I went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and really liked what is saw. A good girl who could make a room of men go wild. Someone who could use their body for money whenever they wanted. In the shower, I imagined me working a party, and all those men paying for the right to use me any way they wanted”

I gulped. Was she really serous?

She continued. “ The real idea they could do that made me spin. I could see myself kneeling in front of bunch of guys, crawling from one dick to the next. I would suck two dicks at a time. I’d have one is my pussy and one in my ass. I would have cum drop off my face as I got passed around from one guy to the next. It made me so hot just thinking that I fucked myself with the bottle of shampoo."

She paused and then said. “When I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror. A complete transformation. No cum, just a clean face."

Ok, now she was changing her mind.“ And that’s when you thought..

She interrupted, “That's when I thought I could really do it and make really big bucks! I saw this cute little teacher – and that will fill all any guys fantasies. Imagine someone like your high school teacher – and now you had the chance to fuck her brains out,. To cum all over her and pass her to the next guy. When I went to bed, I resolved to tell you this morning I wanted us to investigate me performing at bachelor parties. Or, become part of an escort service where I could be someone’s Friday night girl. This way, I could continue to teach during the week and be a call girl on the weekend. Keep the double life going and no one would be the wiser!”

My jaw dropped. “Wait! Are you saying you want to do that! You really want to be call girl?

“No”, she quickly said, “I don't want that.”

“Then what changed your mind”.

“I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night. I looked over to your side of the bed and you were gone. My first thought was that customers don’t spend the night with their hookers; they go home to their wives. I thought you didn’t want to spend the night with the hooker you just finished with. Then I realized I was a wife, not a wh*r*.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. You had me really thinking you wanted to be a professional call girl".

“While I was doing all those things, yes, yes I did. And the more I did things throughout the night, the more I liked it and really felt I could be a very successful call girl”

We passed the idea of her changing her career from High School English teacher to call girl, but I wanted to find out her feelings during the entire event...

Part 13
 

This the last part of that morning. There are things that followed that night and the next few days days, and I'll post that shortly. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

I felt we were at a decent place, and now wanted to see what she liked, didn't, and most important, what turned the switch from a husband and wife playing to someone who was turning tricks or working a party.

“What things really got you there?” I worded that wrong, because she looked at me with one of those why did you say that looks my ex was known. Still, she answered.

“It actually was the way you laid things out.”

How so?

“It seemed to me that I was working for a variety of different customers. And as the night went out, the men changed their attitudes and that made me think I was being passed from guy to guy, and my mind starting going that way"

“Different guys?”

“Yea. The underwear and masturbating at work, that was you. It was a husband and wife playing a game. The walking in underwear and appearing in the window was for another guy who had a fetish. I saw him, did my job, and he went away. And that handing me the money directly started to make this whole thing more real – and then stripping and fucking the bottle was for another guy. It wasn’t you, it was the third guy of the day who paid for me.

“How about later?”

“Latet things escalated. The dog collar and leash was another guy. It was someone who just wanted to dominate me – and when I was walked into the bedroom, it felt like he was the leader. The guy who purchased me for his friends. When I was being tied, I thought, “This is it. Here’s my first night being fucked by other men for money! And then three more guys got into it. Three more men who wanted to use me and pay for my services. Throw in a fourth when you fucked my mouth and came on my face. Talking to them made it seem like I was in control, and scheduling new meetings with customers and their friends made me feel like I could do this for real.

‘But the biggest change happened when you left me alone with the two dildos in pussy and ass. It was like the other guys were done with me, and left me to be used by the other guys. I was thinking all my holes were filled, and that excited me. I actually started to talk to them, telling them to fuck me and use me up. Seeing if they wanted to pay more. I was getting off on the idea I was being used and they wanted me for other times.

“Add to that you left the door open and went outside. It was like more people were coming in to fuck me. I kept on hoping you were actually bring more people. Real people, not dildos! I would have fucked them right here, no matter how many you brought. And they would pay me to suck and fuck them! I really wanted to have live bodies versus the dildos, and that made me want being a hooker even more!"

I looked at her ,trying not to stare or look like I was disappointed or shocked. She continued, “That guys were coming and going got reinforced when you took the dildos out of me and it seemed another guy was there, just using his hands. And then another guy came and ate me out. That felt different because we went backwards, we didn’t go further in guys screwing me. It gave me a chance to catch my breath."

"Bu it was the next guy that really changed things.”

“How so”.

“I know it was you, but sucking the next one off wasn’t sucking. I wasn't moving my head, my mouth was just open and the dick was pushing in and out. My mouth was a hole. And that really excited me – that I could get someone off by simply opening my mouth!"

“But that was a bit degrading. And I liked that to. The idea of not even being a person, just an object was turning me on. And that made me think If I could stand the degradation part, I could do anything. But that last one”

“The spanking?” I wanted to see what she felt about that?

“Yea, it seemed that the whole thing was simply dominate and degrade. Being called a b*tch. That I was owned by someone. That I really was just someone’s piece of property. And that thought made me come while I was being spanked. All the spanking, and then the fucking. And all that talk about being used at parties made me crazy. I really wanted it, and then thought about much I could make just made me nuts! I could see myself as the center of it. Having teacher friends come on me, and pay me for that privilege!. That they would have the best sex of their lives, then go home to their frigid little wives. That was such a wicked thought, but knew I could do just that!!

“Even the last part – being painted as the wh*r* house. It was degrading to stay there and have to have someone talk like you are a house and not a person. To wipe cum all over you, rub it in your hair like it’s a roof. Every time I got stroked with cum felt like electric shocks went through my body. I liked being painted. I like having cum streaked all over me. And I was paid for that, and if that’s part of the job, that was part of the job. I loved being paid – and I loved all aspects of the job!

I was a bit confused. “But you don’t want to do that?

“No. The whole day was a bit unnerving in that I could see myself going there again. I don’t mind doing some of the things we did last night, I just don’t want to go that far again.

She reached into her robe pocket and said here. She handed me all the money I had gave and threw at her.

“Take it, she said.:” I don't want to have that reminder. It would remind me of the bad part of last might. Let’s just keep it as a very exciting experience between a husband and wife.”

I didn’t challenge her on that. I took the money and then she said, “Two things are missing.” I looked at her.’ The twenty that was sticking to my face. We have to wait until the cum crusts up more to make it useable. Not sure how you cash that at the 7-11."

“What’s the other?

“The fifty dollar tip you pushed into my pussy! I want to keep that as a reminder of the evening. One, to remind me of not to go to far again.

“What's the other?”

“That I could actually make money if I needed to!” She smiled, and we had reached a good place. But she spoke once again.

“Have to ask you something”.

“Sure.”

She looked right at me. “There were times in the last part of the night I felt someone else was there. I was even thinking I was sucking someone else’s cock at the end. Just felt different, but then I thought that was nuts and just keep sucking. So – be honest with me – did you bring someone into the room last night?

I looked at her. She wasn’t moving, and just stared at me. She looked a little fearful as well, because she wasn’t sure what she was going to hear. We had already done some many weird things in the last 24 hours; having someone in the room while we did it – or worse – being part of it or paying to do things to her - might be too much to bear.

So – I looked at her, swallowed hard, and said, “Yes.” She almost screamed, “What? Who?” I looked at her and simply said, “Jimmy, Jerry, and Mike”. The names I gave to the dildos. Her mouth dropped, laughed, and said “ You can be such a schmuck,!”and leaned over and kissed me. We started making out, went to the bedroom, and made love, then feel asleep. It had been a long day.

I woke up before her and decided to take care of something. I left her a note saying I would be right back so she didn’t worry and left the house. I went downstairs to our neighbor’s place and knocked on the door.

He was startled to see me. “Hey – are you ok?” He seemed concerned about me. “How are you? How’s your wife? Everything good?

“Yea, things are ok, We talked it out and I think we’ll be fine.

“Good”, he said, “Glad to hear that. Did you tell her about her about the being paid for part?” I figured he would want to know.

“No, and I don’t intend to". I looked at him and said, “Here”. I gave him the money he gave me to commit sex acts on my wife “ I wanted you to have this back. Let’s just say it was great evening and leave it at that.”

“Are you sure?” I know it was a different thing to do, but that was the deal.”

“Yeah", I said, "It’s better that way. I will tell you that the fifty you gave as a tip isn’t here".

“Not that I care, but why?

“She wanted to keep it was a memento. Just a reminder of her night as a paid wh*r*”.

He smiled and said, “No big deal. Makes me feel like I got a great bargain! By the way, how did you give it to her? Just curious.”

“ I told her she deserved more money because she was so good and went way above the call of duty.”’

“She did. I was vey happy to pay extra!

“And after I told her that, I rolled up the bill and slipped it into her pussy!”

He looked at me and laughed, “You're a sick guy. Funny, but sick!” Yeah, I thought, maybe a bit too sick.

I started to go upstairs he said, “Hey – look, if you guys ever want to do it legit, you know, a threesome, let me know and I’d be in. That be a great weekend. I never got to fuck her!

“Weekend?”

“Yeah, The way she is, I don’t think one night would be enough for her!"
I looked at him and just said, ‘I’ll let you know” That was not going to happen.

That chapter ended, but a few other changes happened that are worth detailing. I will do that soon.

Pictures
 

Some people asked about pictures. As I said, we didn't take pictures of this event - and we only took outcries just one in our time together (which I will write up soon).

But - I found one picture which I feel ok in posting. It's a side view of her when she was in college. It doesn't show her face, but you can get an idea of how print and proper she could be.

There is second one I found on this site. It's not her (Repeat - it's not her!!) but does look a lot like her. You can let your imagination run wild.

More Please
 

Please write more about your wife please. Some of the best stories I have ever read!!

wow
 

This is really good stuff. Please continue

Follow Up
 

Sorry for not posting sooner. This just wraps that day up - and then I'll add the pictures story and something that happened about 8 months ago.

In the afternoon, my wife said she was going shopping and asked me to make a reservation at this upscale restaurant in Red Bank. We liked it, had been there before, and didn't think much about. She was gone a few hours, and when she came home, nothing was out of the ordinary.

We got ready for to go out and while I changed first, she waited, She went into the bedroom to change and took a bit longer than usual. When she walked out, I was stunned! She was wearing a very flirty yellow sun dress, where the length was just above mid thigh. She never wore anything that short - everything was knee high. She had no pantyhose on - bare legged - and was wearing those three inch heels from the other night. She had a bit more make up on that usual - but very bright red lipstick that really made her look incredibly hot!

She walked in, cocked her hip and said "Like?". I stuttered out yes. My dick immediately stood at attention.She said, " I went to Victoria's Secret today and picked up a few things." I didn't even know she knew were that store was! She then turned around and flipped up her dress. Again, she said , "Like?". She was wearing different thong than I had bought - she must have got that at the store. The fabric was so thin that it looked like she wasn't wearing panties. Then she turned around, lifted her skirt in the front, and the panties were see through. She had also trimmed her bush so there was no hair outside the fabric.

"Holy good god" I stammered out. "What? Are you planning to go out like that?" I was shocked she would wear anything like that. " You want to go to that restaurant like that? " She replied, "Yes. I'm not going in naked. And I just think that if I let myself loose bit more more I wouldn't do what I did last night. " Then she walked to me. "Besides", and she grabbed my raging hard-on ,"You don't look unhappy? Are you unhappy?

I stammered out, "No, I love the dress. And the lipstick" She had her hand on my cock, and cooed, "Did I do this? I'm sorry. Let me see if i can help you.". With that she dropped to her knees, opened my belt and she pulled out my cock. She then said, "You won't be able to sit later at the restaurant. That won't do"And she started giving me a blowjob.She moved up and down my cock, and then said, "Like the lipstick? See how the red contrasts with your dick.Does it look good? " I just said, " God, it looks great!" This was quite the transformation - from the very proper english teacher to a paid for call to flirty cocksucker in just 24 hours.

I was looking down at her while she was blowing me and she said ' Like the view?' I just mumurred, "Oh yeah!". She just kept going and it didn't take long until I stared cumming. I shot stream after stream down her throat - and she didn't miss a drop. After i was finished, she opened her mouth and showed me what was left, an then swallowed that. She then licked my cock clean, looked at me, smiled, and said." Let's go get dinner", and then put my cock back in my pants and buckled my pants. She got up, kissed me, and quickly fixed her lipstick and we left for dinner.

Follow Up - Part 2
 

We drove to the restaurant, and she kept rain her right leg, flashing me her see through panties every once in a while. I got another hard on just watching this. She just laughed and smiled - she was now being a cock tease. She was controlling the action - and I didn't mind a bit.

I walked behind her as we want into the restaurant, that great ass of hers swayed back and forth, and you could see her ass through the dress. The yellow fabric hung on at every curve, and it moved in such a way that I almost walked into a parking sign as I wasn't looking at anything else but that ass.

When we go into the restaurant, every eye was on her. She looked amazing. We walked to our table, and you could feel every eye on her ass. Guys at the bar were looking our way, You could almost then talk about her.

As we sat down, i said, " I think you have admirers. She just smiled, and said, "That was the idea. I like the fact that I can make men want me. And that they can't have me." So she was going full cock tease.

We ordered, and the she excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she got back, she handed me her purse and sat down. "Would you grab me a tissue out of my purse'. I said sure, openend up her purse and instead of a tissue, i saw her panties. She was now naked under that very flimsy dress. " I looked at her. She said " I think some guys at the bar got a bit of a show as I walked past. I simply swallowed hard and wondered how much of a show.

I was about to find out. here as a guy over at one end of the bar who I knew. He was string our way, and seemed to be making eye contact with my ex. I mentioned to her that hs guys seemed to be strong at her. She said, " I know, My keg s eased and he can see my pussy. She said it very matter of factly - and this was not her in any way. Even with some of the things we had done, the idea of being uncover in public was not her. Se ben wore a bikini - only one piece - and now she not only without panties, she;s showing t off to some guy she hardly knows - in public!!

I went to the bathroom to a stall. Tow guys walked into the bathroom and stared talking. " Did you see that piece of ass in the yellow dress? The other guy said, " And did you see she had no panties on? You know she be a great fuck!". I was sitting here, and these guys were talking about fucking my ex-wife. I wanted to say thank you, but decided i would be quiet. My ex was getting what she wanted - that other guys would want to fuck her.

By the time I got back, the guy from the bar was sitting a my table. he was a somewhat friend of mine, so i didn't overreact. She was flirting with him, touching his hand and smiling. We all made small talk and we settled our check. Then she said, " Let all go toward the ocean front". I looked at her and now she was in control. We all got up and took a walk toward the beach.

We walked innocently enough to down on the sand, and it was desolate. My ex blurted out to the two of us, " So, did you like the view in the restaurant? he said, Absolutely.' Then she said, 'Want to see a different view? He nodded - so did I. She turned around, flipped up her dress and showed him her ass. He said, Wow" I always wanted to see that ass all night. Every guy in the place did!"

"Well, She stepped back and then said, " You should see the rest of the package. And then she pulled the dress over her head. She was standing there, completely naked in front of a guy she didn't know. Both of our mouths were wide open. I was shocked. Naked, she walked up to him, and like she did to me earlier, grabbed his cock through his pants, and said " You just like the view? Can I help with this?, and she dropped to her knees, opened his pants, and began sucking his cock.

I wa shocked. Here she was, in public, naked, giving a blowjob. It wasn't in the car - it was out in the open where anyone could see. And what made it more exciting was that she was leading this - not in the games that I started. She bobbed up and down on his cock, taking time to lick it while she talked to him. " You have a nice cock. I like cocks like yours. Like the blowjob" He nodded. She replied, " Bet your wife doesn't give blow jobs like this does she? He simply said, No;.

She continued, " "You know what's even better than a blow job?" We all paused " Blowing two guys and once.", and signaled to me to come over. She unbuckled my pants and she began sucking me while jerking off the other guy. I was in heaven. My ex was naked, sucking two cocks in public - and this was her game, not mine! The other guy looked ta me and said 'You are a lucky man!" And I said "I know!".

She kept on sucking, tried to get both cocks in her mouth but didn't get much. She simply cooed," You are too big to get both in!" I didn't think we were, it was just her begin a flirt. I started to notice we had a bit of an audience in the distance, just another couple. But - I was worried about her reputation and someone seeing her. I said, " Um, I think there is audience". She replied, 'Well we need to finish her then! Cum for me boys! Cum all over me!!"

That did it for me,. I grabbed my cock and started shooting all over her face and tits. The other guy immediately started cumming as well, and we both came all over her. When we were done, she licked both of our cocks clean and started scoping the cum off her face and stared licking them clean. She was a cum covered mess -all in public, all naked, all in front of a distant audience

We both took deep breaths and he said, " This was great!! I need to come here more often!" She got up, grabbed a tissue from purse, and wiped her face, She leaned up to the guy, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Thanks!! That was fun!" We walked bak to our cars and left.

As we drove home, i asked her, "Is this the new you? " She said, "I don't know. But it was fun to try new things every once in a while. " She looked at me, then pulled off her dress and told me to drive for a while. She pushed the seat back, spread her legs and began to masturbate. All she said was " Try to keep your eyes on the road"., and made herself cum in about two seconds.

From that moment, she was more one about sex and things. Every once in a awhile she would wear stockings and garters to school, usually with the thong panties and sometimes with no panties. On those days yo could guarentee she would walk around the house in the garters and stocking and go about her day. I would cone home from the city and she's be grading papers in garters and a push up bra, One time the neighbor from downstairs came to the door and was talking to me, she didn't realize he was there and walked out in that outfit She walked past with her ass having out. She turned around and he saw her bush through the panties. She just said "Hi" and kept walking away, that great ass moving back and forth.. He shook his head and left

One time I wanted to watch the Jets game. - told her that a few days before. When the game started she walked to the kitchen wearing a robe. Then she came back, and she was naked except for heels, and handed me a menu. She said, " I am your waitress for today;s game. What can I get you?. The menu had some food items, but on the bottom. she had a section called "VIP Extras".' I asked her what was Sweet Treats? She knelt in front of me and gave me a blow job. The whole VIP were sex acts or sex shows like dildo halftime performance.

Follow Up - Part 2( Revised)
 

Sorry guys - the first follow up part was rife with errors and missing parts. When i went back to edit, I had went over the time allotment for error; so - I am reposting the correct version.Moderators, if you could, please eliminate the first one.

We drove to the restaurant, and she kept rain her right leg, flashing me her see through panties every once in a while. I got another hard on just watching this. She just laughed and smiled - she was now being a cock tease. She was controlling the action - and I didn't mind a bit.

I walked behind her as we want into the restaurant, that great ass of hers swayed back and forth, and you could see her ass through the dress. The yellow fabric hung on at every curve, and it moved in such a way that I almost walked into a parking sign as I wasn't looking at anything else but that ass.

When we go into the restaurant, every eye was on her. She looked amazing. We walked to our table, and you could feel every eye on her ass. Guys at the bar were looking our way, You could almost then talk about her.

As we sat down, i said, " I think you have admirers. She just smiled, and said, "That was the idea. I like the fact that I can make men want me. And that they can't have me." So she was going full cock tease.

We ordered, and the she excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she got back, she handed me her purse and sat down. "Would you grab me a tissue out of my purse'. I said sure, opened up her purse and instead of a tissue, I saw her panties. She was now naked under that very flimsy dress. " I looked at her. She said " I think some guys at the bar got a bit of a show as I walked past. I simply swallowed hard and wondered how much of a show.

I was about to find out. There was a guy over at one end of the bar who I kind of knew. He was staring our way, and seemed to be making eye contact with my ex. I mentioned to her that this guy seemed to be staring at her. She said, " I know, My leg is raised and he can see my pussy.” She said it very matter of factly - and this was not her in any way. Even with some of the things we had done, the idea of being uncovered in public was not her. She never wore a bikini - only a one piece - and now she not only without panties, she’s showing her pussy off to some guy she didn’t knows - in public!!

I went to the bathroom to a stall. Two guys walked into the bathroom and started talking. " Did you see that piece of ass in the yellow dress? The other guy said, " And did you see she had no panties on? You know she be a great fuck!". Sit wasn’t the guy who was staring – it was two different guys, so a bunch of people got a look at my’s wife’s pussy. I was sitting there, and these guys were talking about fucking my ex-wife. I wanted to say thank you, but decided I would be quiet. My ex was getting what she wanted - that other guys would want to fuck her.

By the time I got back, the guy from the bar was sitting my table. He was a somewhat friend of mine, so I didn't overreact. She was flirting with him, touching his hand and smiling. We all made small talk and we settled our check. Then she said, " Let all go to the ocean front". I looked at her and now she was in control. We all got up and took a walk toward the beach.

We walked innocently enough to down on the sand, and it was desolate. My ex blurted out to the other guy, " So, did you like the view in the restaurant? He said, Absolutely.' Then she said, 'Want to see a different view? He nodded - so did I. She turned around, flipped up her dress and showed him her ass. He said, Wow" I wanted to see that ass all night. Every guy in the place did!"

"Well, She stepped back and then said, " You should see the rest of the package. And then she pulled the dress over her head. She was standing there, completely naked in front of a guy she didn't know. Both of our mouths were wide open. I was shocked. Naked, she walked up to him, and like she did to me earlier, grabbed his cock through his pants, and said " It looks from this that you really enjoyed the view. I’m sorry, did I do this? Maybe I can help?, and she dropped to her knees, opened his pants, and began sucking his cock.

I was shocked. Here she was, in public, naked, giving a blowjob. It wasn't in the car - it was out in the open where anyone could see. And what made it more exciting was that she was leading this - not in the games that I started. She bobbed up and down on his cock, taking time to lick it while she talked to him. " You have a nice cock. I like cocks like yours. Like the blowjob" He nodded. She replied, " Bet your wife doesn't give blow jobs like this does she? He simply said, No. She was living the teacher gangbang fantasy she talked about the night before, where she was better than some guy’s wife at the art of sex.

She continued, " "You know what's even better than a blow job?" We all paused " Blowing two guys at once.", and signaled to me to come over. She unbuckled my pants and she began sucking me while jerking off the other guy. I was in heaven. My ex was naked, sucking two cocks in public - and this was her game, not mine! The other guy looked at me and said 'You are a lucky man!" And I said "I know!".

She kept on sucking, tried to get both cocks in her mouth but didn't get much. She simply cooed," You are too big to get both in!" I didn't think we were, it was just her begin a flirt. I started to notice we had a bit of an audience in the distance, just another couple. But - I was worried about her reputation and someone seeing her. I said, " Um, I think there is audience". She replied, 'Well we need to finish her then! Cum for me boys! Cum all over me!!" With that, she stopped sucking, leaned back, put her hands on her thighs and opened her mouth’

We both started jacking off toward her face. Looking at my ex, naked, two guys about to dump their load on her waiting face, That did it for me,. I grabbed my cock and started shooting all over her face and tits. I shot as much as I could into her mouth, and she didn’t flinch, just kept it open and took as much as she could. The white cum mixed all over that new bright red lipstick, and before long cum was dripping out of her mouth, onto her chin, tits, legs and the sand.

The other guy immediately started cumming as well, shooting everything he head into her mouth, face and hair. By the time we finished shooting cum at her, my ex was almost plastered white. Cum was dripping from her chin, and she looked at us and just swallowed whatever was left in her mouth. When we were done, she licked both of our cocks clean and started scooping off her face and started licking them clean. She was a cum covered mess -all in public, all naked, all in front of a distant audience

We both took deep breaths and he said, " This was great!! I need to come here more often!" She got up, grabbed a tissue from purse, and wiped her face, She leaned up to the guy, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Thanks!! That was fun!" We started to walk away, but my ex didn't put her dress back on. Instead, she walked a bit ahead of us, and gave the other guy a great view of her ass and pussy. He said to me, “Can I grab her ass.” I said, “ it's her ass; ask her!” This was her night – and she was in charge of what she wanted done. She stopped and said, ‘Grab a piece!” He went behind her, grabbed her ass and then she moved his hand to her pussy from behind. She started grinding into his hand until she came with a scream. When we made it to our cars, he moved in for deep kiss, but she turned her had for peck on the cheek. This wasn’t about lovemaking; this was about being as sl*tty as she wanted to be, and kissing wasn’t being a sl*t.

As we drove home, i asked her, "Is this the new you? " She said, "I don't know. But it was fun to try new things every once in a while. " She looked at me, then pulled off her dress and told me to drive for a while. She pushed the seat back, spread her legs and began to masturbate. All she said was " Try to keep your eyes on the road", and made herself cum in about two seconds.

From that moment, she was more open about sex and things. Every once in a awhile she would wear stockings and garters to school, usually with the thong panties and sometimes with no panties. On those days you could gaurentee she would walk around the house in the garters and stocking and go about her day. I would come home from the city and she's be grading papers in garters and a push up bra. One time the neighbor from downstairs came to the door and was talking to me, she didn't realize he was there and walked out in that outfit She walked past with her ass having out. She turned around and he saw her bush through the panties. She came over and stood for a minute or two main small tale., all dressed in stockings, garters, high heels, a bra you could see though and panties that left nothing to the imagination.She then walked away, that great ass moving back and forth.. He shook his head and left

One time I wanted to watch the Jets game. - told her that a few days before. When the game started she walked to the kitchen wearing a robe. Then she came back, and she was naked except for heels, and handed me a menu. She said, " I am your waitress for today;s game. What can I get you?. The menu had some food items, but on the bottom. she had a section called "VIP Extras".' I asked her what was Sweet Treats? She knelt in front of me and gave me a blow job. The whole VIP were sex acts or sex shows like dildo halftime performance.

Very hot story of a rapid evolution from prim and proper to ....???

Keep going with what happened; there has to be more to the story.

Don't leave us hanging!

The Ex - Photos
 

This is the story of the only time I took nude pictures of my ex wife. For time- line perspective, this happened after the college experiences - https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...stcount=24-and the sex under the boardwalk while people were overhead - https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...57#post2865157 - Those are in the links. This happened before the experience with her former student at the Holmdel NJ drive in.

We were living in NYC at the time, and my ex was a grade school teacher on the Upper East Side. We were living out in Queens, so our commute was a bit long. I had taken a few days of vacation , and she went into the city on her own. She was going to stay a bit late due to parent/teacher conferences, so I didn’t expect her home early. When she left, she had a skirt with a slit and few buttons on each side, and wore a pair of dark blue leg warmers with no panty hose. She never wore stocking and garters, so I figured this was a close as I was getting to that (it did happen later on in our life).

I was in another room working when she came home about 7PM. I yelled out to her, :How was your day?”. She paused and said, “ Interesting”. Now, with my ex, that was never good. It meant there was a story involve, and for most times. it was a drawn out one.

I came out to meet here in the living room and asked why. She replied, “ I got propositioned today. “ Wait, what do you mean propositioned? She said, “It wasn’t as much as propositioned and leered and at and talked about in a dirty way.” Now this wasn’t one of her long after work stories; this was a bit more interesting.

“Back up”, I said, “What are you talking about”

“Well, apparently I was giving a bit of a leg show on the bus home”. She kind of smiled, so I think she knew what was going on. I looked at her, and saw the few of the buttons on her skirt had come off, and you could see a bit of her thigh and the top of the leg warmers. “ I looked and said, “That’s not too much.”

“ I didn’t think so when I sat down. But there were these two guys – guessing construction workers because they were a bit dirty and unkempt. When I sat down the skirt rode up a bit and they could see. I heard murmuring and caught a few phrases.”

“Like what?

“ Well,, “ She kind of paused, She didn’t normally like dirty talk – and especially in the open.

“Oh come on, tell me what happened.”

“ Ok, I heard things like they wanted to see more. Move your legs a bit. Look at that leg. I’d like get that thing in the sack.” That was specific for not much – and it was not that dirty, but someone taking about being a sex object, that makes it a bit dirty. I said it wasn’t that bad.

“ What made it worse is that every time I moved to try to cover up, they would lean a bit closer. I think I made it worse by raising up in my seat, because I think I may have shown them my underwear?”

Holy Cow, I thought. She was not an exhibitionist. She only wore one piece bathing suits; she had never been seen naked by anyone but me – and she may have been flashing someone? I wondered of she had done it on purpose, but didn’t want to push that line of questioning..

She continued. “When they got off, one of them came over and whispered to me, “ Loved the show, Show us more tomorrow! I was flustered and just started stammering”

“How much did you show?”

“Not much. It was just the top of the leg warmers, I think. “ I think she knew better.

I wanted to see actually how much. So I went into the other room and brought out a chair. “ Here, sit and show me how you were sitting”. She went over, sat down, and there was her leg, almost fully exposed. I didn't let on that it was bad. Then I said, sit up and fix your skirt like you did on the bus. She did, and looking from their angle, you could see a bit of her white panties. Not much, but you could see it.

“ It’s not bad”, I said. “You look great though!. She smiled, said thanks, and started to get up. I yelled, “Wait!”. She stopped and sat down. I went to the other room and got our Polaroid camera. I came back in and said, ‘ Just sit like you were on the buss” She stated to protest a bit, ‘ but I said, “ just want to show you what they saw!”

She sat normally, and the top of the leg warmer and thigh was visible a bit. I took the shot, and then said. “Sit like you were a pin up model, you know, like in thre1940’s”. She knew what I meant. She sat back, arched back, and put her hands out, with her fingers just hitting her thighs. I took that picture. She got up and we looked at the photos.

She had a wide open mouth at the first. “They could’nt see much! But I do look good in that”. She looked at the second one and giggled, ‘”That’s a cute shot. Could be on calendar in a gas station!”

And that gave me an idea. She seemed to be ok with some pictures, lets see if we could get some more.

I said, “ Let’s go in the bedroom, and grabbed the chair. She said why and I said, let’s take a few more pictures. She gave me that look – as the one thing she woudn’t do was take nude pictures. “I’m not getting naked for the camera!.” I said, “No, don't worry, we wont go that far!” I was lying, of course, and would take it as far as she would let it.

“Fine”, she aid, “just the legs”

We moved into the room, and I positioned her in the center. She stood with her legs a bit apart, an almost defiant look. I took a picture. Then I started directing her.

‘”Stick one leg out” Click. “Stick the other one out.” Click. “ Lean one way to show more leg” . I moved faster and faster to get her into it.

“ Turn around and look over your shoulder, Put you hands on your hips”. More pictures. “ Spread you legs apart so I can see the leg warmers”. Click “Now, pull the skirt up a bit” Click “A bit more” Click. I continued to ask her to pull the skirt up until I said ‘ Pull it up so I can see the top of the leg warmers”. She did that too. Finally, I said “Go even higher” She stopped a bit and said ‘”How’s this?” and she lifted it up high enough for me to get a glimpse of her panties.

“Hold it!” I said as I clicked. She gave me a little flirty look over her shoulder and a little smile. I then took the chair and turned it around around, “ Sit down”, and she did. The look was amazing. Here she was, with her legs spread out, those leg warmers and her thighs contrasting. She was clearly getting into this, as I took pictures moved around a bit . I had her lean back and forward to get her more into it.

I had taken a load of pictures, and needed some to develop. I found the right few and showed it to her. She was sitting on the chair, and had this look of absolute sex. Her head was cocked to the right, , a come hither smile on her face. She looked at it and said, “Wow, I wonder if those guys on the bus were seeing this when they saw me today! So – it seemed she got off a bit on being seen by other guys.

I jumped right in and said, “Let’ s try something else!”

She looked at me and said: “What”?

“Take you shirt out of your skirt; let it hang down. “

I think she was thinking something else, so she simply nodded and pulled out her shirt. It was bunching at the bottom, so I said, ”Unbutton the last two buttons.” Again, she did it, although she looked ta me and didn’t look that happy doing it.

Then a few pictures of her looking at me. Hands on hips, hips cocked to one side, then the other.

Since she seemed to be getting into this, I tried the next step. “Open up the top few buttons”, I said. She looked with that “ I know where this is going” look, but opened the top two buttons anyway. She now only had a few buttons on the shirt done.

I took more pictures. Moving from one side to another, her moving around made her bra start to appear. “ There’s a problem”. She looked puzzled, as everything seemed ok. “Your bra is getting into the pictures”. She looked at me with an oh really type look. She was reverting back to the no nudes policy. So I showed her the picture. “See – it's ruining the shot. See”? .

She paused, looked like she was calculating something in her mind, and didn’t say a word, but reached around and unhooked her bra. She opened another button and pulled out the bra. But she turned around, raised her hand up high and then let the bra drop like she was an old time stripper. When she did that, she looked over her shoulder. It was so hot – she knew she was going to get naked and having pictures taken, and she was getting turned on and was playing the role of a nude model. When she turned around – well, she didn’t have big boobs, kind of small, but her nipples were really hard. They were literally ripping their way through the white blouse.

“ Wow, imagine if those guys could see this right now!

She just smiled, blew a kiss and continued posing.

She turned her back to me, and slightly pulled the blouse of her shoulder. ‘How’s this? It was incredibly sexy, and I figured that in her mind, here was no turning back

So – I gambled. “ Take off the skirt”

She turned around. Dammit, I thought I blew it. Trying to recover, I said, “ The white blouse is long enough to cover your panties – and it will look great with the gap between the shirt tail and the leg warmers.

“Ok”, she said “ and she shimmied out of the skirt and stepped out of it., leaving another bit of modesty on the floor.

Pictures - Part 2
 

Like the previous stories in this thread, I'm breaking them into parts. As the world's worst typist and even worse proofreader, it's easier to do it that way otherwise they would be unreadable!

“ Damn – you look incredible!”. And she did! A white, prim and proper Catholic school teacher blouse, her bare white thighs, and then the blue leg warmers. I took the picture and handed it to her. I quickly left and said be right back. I returned with a pair of her high heels – not really high, more clunky than anything else but that’s all she had. In the meantime, the picture had developed and she was smiling at what she saw.

“Here”, I said, “Put your shoes on”. There was no argument; she went to them like a fish to water.

I started taking pictures again. “Turn around’ Click. “ Now bend a bit forward” Click. “Turn sideways.” Click. “Pull the blouse off your shoulder again.” Click.

Then I went for a bit more. “Turn around – and bend over a bit”. No hesitation, she turned around and bent over slightly. “ Now, pull your blouse up a bit.” She did, and began to show just a tiny bit of her panties.

“I can't believe I’m doing this” she said. I couldn’t either, but I was glad she did! I said, “Show me more of what those guys wanted to see!”,and she pulled the blouse more and more, and I took more pictures until most of her covered ass was exposed.

I knew at that moment she was fully into and there was no going back.

“Take your panties off”. I heard my words and it almost came out like a command. And I say that because as soon as I said it, she complied. No look, no pout, no hesitation, no nothing. Just pulling her panties down – and then she moved to unbutton the remaining buttons of the shirt.

“NO” – I almost yelled it. “Leave the shirt on!” She followed my command – and then I really knew she would do anything I wanted, and I liked being in control.

“ So –how do you want me to pose now? She asked. She was following directions – and she almost like being controlled at this point.

“ Turn around! Back to me! Now, pull the shirt up just above your ass.” Now, one thing you have to know about my ex: dirty words never came out of her mouth, except in very rare circumstances. It wasn’t cock, it was penis; it wasn’t blowjob, it was oral sex; and it wasn’t ass, it was rear end. So – my saying ass would normally get a stern look, but not this time. This time, it got the shirt raised just above the bottom of her ass.

“That’s great” Click. “A little more” Click “More.” Click. Each time a little more, and more and more of her ass showed . Finally, it was out in all its glory.

She turned to face me and I got a great shot of her with hands on her hips. I looked at her face, She was a bit flush, and was clearly excited and she knew where this was leading. The idea of being photographed nude was turning her on, and she was liking being the object of desire.

With her in heat, I decided to push the envelope a bit. I took her to the widow, and told her to slightly bend over. We did a few of various stages of her bending over, and she would look over her shoulder with a fuck me now look. She spread her legs a bit more, and continued to look at me, almost begging with her eyes for me to fuck her. That would come later, as I hade a few more things I wanted to do.

With her facing the window, I went to the window and raised the blinds. She went back a bit, but not as much as you would normally expect, I said, ‘Don't worry, it’s dark out.” She leaned forward again, and I walked behind here. “Lift your ass up a bit and spread your legs a bit more.” She did, and another photo. “Lift your shirt above your ass.” She did, and her ass and both holes were exposed for the camera. Bent over like that, I could image those guys on the bus fucking her from behind and using her like their little b*tch.

I took that picture, and then she blurted out, “ I think there’s a guy in the window over there!” I looked and there was a guy across the way looking out his window. He wasn’t looking at us, so I told my ex, “Just stay there, he’s not looking.” I continued to take pictures of her ass from the side and the back. I showed her one of them and she went, ‘”Oh my god, I’m so open! I walked to her back, rubbed her ass and said, “Yes, you are all open for any who came in to see!!”.

That talk started to make her breathe harder, and then she said, “The guy in the window just waived at me! So I said wave back! And she did, and I rubbed her ass again “ She then asked if I thought he knew what we were doing. I said, “Let’s see. Put you finger in your pussy”. She paused for a second, and her hand went into her pussy and she began to rub a bit. I looked up and he was looking at lot more intently, probably because her face was giving her pussy rubbing secret away.

“I think he might be seeing you. I think he knows you’re rubbing your little pussy.” She simply mouthed “Oh”. I pushed further. ‘Take you fingers out and lick them. Lick them like your licking my cock. “ She pulled her hand out, waved to him, and began the lick them like she was licking my cock.

Then her head moved up quickly and she said, "Oh my, he’s, he’s, he’s…masturbating!" I looked up and this guy had his cock out was masturbating to my ex as she was playing with herself. “ I said, “Don’t leave him out there. Give him something to jack off to!’ I then told her to stand up and she complied, “Now open up all the buttons except one – slowly!” She did it, and you could hear her breath get harder and harder. I looked at the window – he was definitely jacking off.

Now my ex had never been naked in front of any other man but me. We met young, and she may have had done some heavy petting before me, but no one had seen her naked, Now,, she was standing in a window almost naked while a guy she didn’t know masturbated to her body! I wanted to see just how much she would show him.

“Stick you hand in your blouse and play with your tits’ She did it without thinking. “Now let him see your tits.” She pulled the blouse open on both sides and her tits were exposed for this guy and anyone else who may be watching. “Now, pull your nipples. “ She did that, and began to moan a bit. She was getting off on exposing herself to anyone, and especially to some guy jacking off to her well exposed tits. I took picture from behind her, and could see the guy in the distance. You could tell he was beating off – couldn't see his dick, but the movement was undeniable – and now I had a photographic record of some guy beating off to my naked ex wife.

“ Now – start playing with your pussy!" She moved one hand to her pussy and began grinding her hand into it. Now this guy could see her pussy - with her sticking her fingers in and out of it! Here she was, standing almost completely naked in the window, grabbing her tits and playing with her pussy – and all for a very horny audience. This was like watching some sleazy sex show with guys watching from the theater floor. In a few hours, she went from a simple leg exposure on a bus to harmless pin up type pictures to naked pictures to now putting on a sex show for random men. I wish I had invested in a movie camera!! She grinded her hand faster and faster, moving her hips side to side,, and before you know it, she shouted, “ He’s cumming!! He’s cumming! He cumming from watching me!!”

I looked out the window and he was just finishing. My ex was still grinding, and I felt he got what he came for. The sex show at this little window was over for him. I pulled the window down a bit, and told her turn around and show him her ass, and she did. “Now, I said, put your fingers in your pussy and lick them, then wave good bye, “ And she did, and the guy waved goodbye as well. My ex had showed her body to some else for the first time, and for the first time performed a sex act for someone else besides me!

And I still had more film for the camera...

Pictures - Part 3
 

I closed the window, and she moved her to the middle of the room. She was straight across from me, with the white blouse still on, with just one button still closed near the lower middle of the shirt. "Ready to show me what those guys on the buss wanted to see today?

She gave me a look that could only be described as pure sex and a woman who wanted to get fucked. Her cheeks were flush and slightly red, her chest was moving up and down, and her mouth was slightly open. I now knew I could get her to do more than I ever thought. The combination of the leg show to those guys on the bus, the sexy posing, and then showing her body and performing for a guy she never met and making him cum had her in a frenzy that made – for a moment – the prim and proper Catholic school grade school teacher a thing of the past. She was moving to another level of her sexual self.

She unbuttoned the blouse and her pussy became fully exposed to me. She stood there with hands on hips and I said, “There’s what those guys were trying to sneak a peak!” That pretty little pussy!” She laughed a bit, and I told her to turn around. I said, “Slowly, let the shirt fall of your shoulders. It’s time for the big reveal!” She looked at me over her shoulder, and the shirt slowly came off and fall to the floor. She turned, and there was – totally naked except for those blue leg warmers and clunky teacher shoes. The girl who would never pose nude – who said she would divorce if we ever did it – was not only nude for my camera, but exposed herself to another man for the fist time. I was the only one who had seen her naked, and now she was naked for the camera and some neighbor she never met. I took a full frontal picture and said, “Look at you, all naked for the camera and the world to see!” That almost made her cum just standing there!

Given what happened at the window, I wanted to see what more I could do. She was as horny as hell, and all her inhibitions had fallen to the wayside. She was getting off being photographed and exposing herself. I think she was thinking how far she could go. I barked out a command, “Move over to the bed!” She again moved, and I took her and bent her over on the side of the bed.

I think she was thinking it was time to get fucked, but I wanted to get more pictures, I stopped her from climbing on the bed and said, ““Bend over!”. She dd. “ Spread your hands out farther to the side. She did and was now half bent over with her head down on the bed. She was bent over and I stood behind her. “Raise your ass a bit more’ She did - and I took more pictures of her totally spread out.

“Here - let me spread you out more” I took each of her legs and spread her further. I purposely put both my hands near her pussy to spread her legs apart She was dripping wet with pussy juice just rolling down her leg. With my hands near her pussy, she kept dripping and panting. I made sure to rub her inner thighs a bit a bit, but I wasn’t done getting pictures of her even more exposed. I was thinking this might be the last time I could be in this situation, and I wasn’t going leave anything out.

I stood behind her and said, “Take one of your hands and put it near your pussy.” She moved the right hand and cupped her pussy” Another picture – and she held her hand close to her pussy, pressing on it and grind just a bit.

“ Now – take your hand away and place one finger in your slit.” She slowly moved her hands, and put her index finger right into seam. I yelled ‘Stop! Leave it there!” It was an amazing look – something right out of Penthouse! And so I told her – “That’s fucking amazing! We should send this to Penthouse – get you another nude shoot!” She moaned a bit – and the idea of posing again was making her even hotter. “You’d have guys beating off to your pictures of your c*nt than just a neighbor across the street!" More moaning, and she left her finger slightly in her pussy, and you could see the juices literally running down onto her finger.

“ Now – take both your hands and spread your pussy a bit. And keep your head flat on the bed!” She was putty in my hands – she would do anything I said. She put her face on the bed, turned to the area where I was, and had both hands between her things. Seeing both hands caress the area above the leg warmers were almost too much, but she moved them slowly up to her pussy and slightly puled her lips apart. More pictures “God, you look so fucking hot. Any guy who sees these will jack off for a week.”

With that, I had an idea. I said “I’ll be right back,. Don't move! I quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed her hairbrush. I wanted to combine the sex show she put on for the neighbor with more pictures.

I came back into the room and she was rubbing her pussy, not hard, bur softly and slowly. I took another picture. I said” So – I guess we’re a little bit horny, aren’t we? What do you want to do?

She almost growled out “ I need you to fuck me right now”. That was the response I wanted. I walked right over to her and said “How about you fuck yourself with this? And I put the hairbrush in one of hands right by her pussy.

She immediately grabbed hold, starting rubbing the hairbrush handle across her seam, and then shoved it all the way. There was no stopping; she was fucking that hairbrush like an animal in heat,. The moaning coming out of her was incredible; I had never heard her like that before.

More pictures as she shoved in that hairbrush, It was quite a sight; face flat on the bed, ass high with her legs well spread, and a hairbrush going in and out if her pussy. There she was, naked except for the purple leg warmers and clunky teacher shoes. The teacher shoes gave me a thought.

“ You liked that guy across the street seeing you?

“Yes”

“ You liked masturbating in front of him, didn't you?

“Yes”

“ You loved it when he came watching you, didn’t you?

“Oh God, yes!”

“You liked putting on a sex show for some guy you’ve never met, some complete stranger, didn’t you?

She just grunted.

“And those guys this afternoon, you wanted them to see your legs.”

“Yes!”

“And you wanted them to see your panties?”

“Yes, yes I did!”

“ Have them see what color it was, maybe see if they could see some hair poking out!

She was just grunting now.

“That was no mistake, you wanted to get their cocks hard.”

“Ohh I did!!”

“You wanted them to see you and get them excited. You wanted to tease them and get them hard! Were you a little tease?

“Yes, I teased them with my panties”. The hairbrush kept on going in and out , and she moved her other hand to her clit and began to rub that furiously. She was a site - both hands underneath her stomach working her pussy, her face flat on the bed, and her ass high in the air. I took another picture and kept up the talking.

“And you were teasing that guy across the street. You knew he couldn't have you, so you made him cum. You wanted him to cum watching you, didn't you?

“I did. I wanted to tease him too. Oooh..” This talk was getting her to the brink. So I continued.

“ What does that make you? A girl that teases?

“A cock tease! I want men to see me this way!”


“Image what the guys on the bus would think now? The little school teacher, getting naked pictures taken, fucking herself with a hairbrush and performing sex shows for random men!”

“Ooh, god…” Her cumming woudn’t be long now.

“You want to put on a sex show for them. Image what they would think to see you acting like such a sl*t! You wanted them to see you acting like a sl*t”

“ I do! I do I want them to watch me fuck myself!

“Maybe we should find them and show them these pictures? Maybe we should give them the pictures? Show to all their friends? Show them and say this is the sl*t teacher who we saw on the bus? Think they’d jack off to your pictures?

She was making guttural noises like I never hear. When she came, she was going to explode and I wondered what the neighbors would say if she got any louder.. It wouldn't be long before she came. So I pressed on.

“What if they were right here? What would they be doing while you’re being fucked in front of them?

“They’d,.. They’d..

“ They’d be jacking off at the sight of you. Making themselves cum as you did a sex show in front of them like a Times Square cheap sex performer!!

That was it. She starting cumming and bucking her hips Her ass moved up and down like a jackhammer, and as fast as humanly possible, so hard she shook the bed almost of the frame. She screamed so loud I knew the neighbors could hear. The hairbrush dropped out and she shoved three fingers into her hole. She violently rubbed herself. I took a few pictures as she finished that violent orgasm.

I hadn’t cum yet, and I didn’t have pictures of her being fucked…yet..

Pictures - Part 4
 

I took one more picture as she was still shaking and said. ‘ Turn around right now!”

She flipped over and looked up at me. “Get on your knees!” I commanded. I never really commanded, but this felt right at this moment to order her around. She dropped, and without me asking, she undid my belt, pulled down my pants and swallowed my cock almost in one motion. She sucked for all she was worth -and – I got pictures.

I kept up the dirty talk. “Do you think those guys would saw today watching you suck a cock? Think you were a little cocksucker?’ You like them watching you suck my cock? She nodded. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. “Tell me would you like to have them watch you! “Yes, I love being watched.” I said, “Give them a show, you little cocksucker! “ and she went to down on my cock. Licking, slurping, going far down as she could, she put on a performance as if she had an audience. And I got it all on film. She kept up the sucking and I said, “What are you?”, and she replied, “A little cocksucker”. I almost came with that – that was the one of two no no words on her list - as in never! But her she was, acting like she as performing in front of an audience and calling herself a cocksucker.

“Look up at me while you suck my cock” She did – and it was a picture worth a thousand words. Her face was full of cock – her hands on my hips and puling them so she get as much of me as she could in here mouth.

I wasn’t done. “Get up and lay on the bed”. She did and as she got on the bed she rested on her elbows with her legs spread. Her pussy was flowing; she looked at me and said, “What next” and licked her lips like a little wh*r*. She was still performing and playing the tease.

“ Play with your self – and pinch your nipples and put your fingers in your hole”. She did it. Now she didn't have big boobs, and she had showed them to guys in the neighborhood, but her nipples were great. “Think those guys wanted to see your tits? Pull your nipples and twist ‘em? She started moaning big again. She was really ready and so was I.

“Flip over” She did, and I pulled her back to the edge of the bed. I put my dick in the entrance of her pussy, She started to back up into it a bit – but I said stop. I got a few pictures and then told her “ Now, back up and fuck my cock. Move your ass!!” She started moving back and forth as fast as she could. And, of course, I took more pictures.

“ Think what the guy who watched you earlier is doing? Fantasizing of watching you get fucked? He’s jacking off again thinking about your naked body, watching you play with yourself, wondering what kind of sl*t you are!”

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” she moaned.

“ Maybe, he’s wandering outside, trying to way to figure out how he could get here and fuck you himself? You’d like that, wouldn't you?

“Oh God, yes, some stranger fucking my brains out!” And she started to cum – I was hard as a rock from the very first moment we started this, and I needed to come. So – I pulled out and said flip over. I pushed back into her for a few more strokes and I said” I’m going to come”. She said “Come all over me!”. I pulled out and stroked myself and said, “ Think about those guys looking at you covered in come”. And I came all over her stomach and tits. She had a huge orgasim and then I came standing above her.

After I finished and took picture of her cum covered body, I took some of my cum from her stomach and raised it to her face and said ” Lick my hand clean”. And as she obeyed, I took a picture of one more time she ate my cum. I smeared a bit on her face – and another picture– and then move my cock to her mouth and to her to lick it clean. She did it without questioning.

There was more that night..

Pictures - Part 5
 

I got off and went to the to get some towels and some water for us. I opened the refrigerator and then saw something that gave me a wicked idea. On the second shelf was a good sized cucumber. Not giant, but about 10 inches and somewhat thick. I remembered I smirked and went into the other room.

When I walked in, she was still laying there with cum still on her face and body, but she was playing with herself with the hairbrush, slowly moving it in and out. This was amazing. She was always horny when we got going, but this was out of her zone – juts acting like someone who always needed to get fucked. And to think this new attitude started with some strangers on a bus who tried to get a look at her simple white panties.

“ So”, I said, ‘You need more cock? Maybe we should get those guys to come here to help you since you need a lot of cocks? That ok with you?

“ Yes, I need more cocks. I really do!”

“Being a little cock tease turns you on, does it? You must really need it because you’ve been teasing guys all day! Making guys hard while you get your jollies? Well, now you’re going to get yours! What do teases get when they get caught?

She wasn’t sure, so she stumbled out with “ Fucked?” I responded, “Not just fucked, but taught a lesson!”

I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. “ Get that ass in the air and spread those legs. You’re getting more cocks right now!” She was too far gone to even question what I was saying.

I took the hairbrush from her hands and stuck it in her mouth.” Here’s one to suck!”, and then showed her the cucumber, “and here’s one for that wide open c*nt of yours!” She gasped and started to say no, but I was always behind her and shoved it in.

She let out a loud scream and I slapped her ass and said, “Be quiet. Take that big dick! . These guys are going to use you like their b*tch! You’ve been teasing guys all day! Now it’s time to pay!!”

She started squirming as I shoved the big cucumber far up her pussy. Her hips really stared moving and she began moaning and breathing heavy again, dropping the hairbrush from her mouth “Yes, use me, use me!!" She was begging at this point, and moving to her head I picked up the hairbrush and she began to open her mouth, but I had another plan. I walked behind her and stuck it in her ass. Now, we hadn’t had anal sex ,but had done a lot with fingers up there. She cried out a bit, and I just said, “Hey, you said you needed more cocks. Well, here they are.” She kept her head down as I maneuvered the two “cocks’ – one in her pussy and one up her ass.

She was moaning like there was no tomorrow, pleasure and pain all in the same breaths. She was being DP’d for the first time, not by two guys, but it was still DP’d just the same. I pushed the hairbrush as far as it would go, and then did the same with the cucumber. Her legs were fully splayed out, just to get those things up her holes. It was a great site, and though about the juxtaposition of a catholic school grade school teacher by day, and this used little sl*t at night. I grabbed the camera to get this sight – I wanted to have this for the future, and let her see how good she looked from behind with her holes filled. I then moved up to her head and lifted her head up by her hair. I said, “ You still have one place for another cock.” She looked up, didn’t blink, and just opened wide. I shoved my dick into her mouth and face fucked her. Of course, I took a picture .

“All of you holes are full. What a picture this makes. Maybe we should show this to those guys and our neighbor. That would blow their mind. The little Catholic school teacher being used like a little wh*r*.”

With those words, she let go a large grunt, almost not human, and my cock popped out of her mouth. I grabbed my dick, and started jerking off onto her face. Within seconds, I came all over the side of her face, almost covering one side, her hair was splashed, and even some on her ear. I backed up to see what we had done.

I got off her, and she laid there, one shoe off but the purple leg warmers still in place. Her legs were spread out, with the hairbrush sticking high into the air from her ass. The cucumber was wedged in between her legs, and she was soaked from cumming all around her thighs, pussy, and asshole. The bed below her looked more like a lake than it did bed sheets. I took two more pictures of her laying there, one from the back and one from the side, and then looked at the room. I had taken what seemed to be a few hundred pictures, al thrown around the floor, Polaroid wrappers and backs all over the place.

I picked up a few of the pictures and went to the bathroom, got a wet rag to clean her up. I also picked up a few of what were my favorites, and assembled a basic order of what happened during the night. I sat by her head and began to clean her up.

“ Look at what you did today!”, and she slowly raised her head. I started to show her pictures of her journey “ Here’s you posing like a pin up. And here’s you posing on the chair. Nice leg spread!” She didn't say anything. “And here’s you sticking you pantied covered ass out” It was the picture of her without her skirt and lifting shirt over her panties.

Then I got to the hard stuff. “Here’s a good one. Here's you bent over and showing your pussy for anyone who wanted to see!” She began breathing hard again – she was reliving the night seeing all these pictures of her wantonness. “ Now, here’s a favorite. Here’s you showing yourself for some random stranger!. See him in the distance? You can see him getting off to your sex act!” She then realized what she had done – showing her body to someone for the first time, acting like a sex show worker, and now her breathing really started to get heavy. That picture clearly made her hot to think about what she had done.

I continued. “ And here’s you completely naked. And here’s you fucking yourself with the hairbrush. Oh, here’s you sucking on my cock. What did you say were?” In between breaths, she muttered, “Cocksucker” I replied. “That’s right, a little cocksucker”. I showed another few pictures. “Here’s you getting fucked, here's you with cum over your face, and here’s you with all your holes filled!” And then I showed her the pictures of her with the two things in her – and the last one had her face full of come with the hairbrush clearly sticking up from her ass. Seeing that was enough to make her cum again. Seeing herself being taken from school teacher to used toy got her to another orgasm.

As I cleaned her up, I wanted one more thing. This was clearly about control for me, and for her was following orders. It was the only way she was going to go this far, if she gave in totally, and I knew I could get her there. So I told her to stay there, and went to the other room. I poured myself a scotch and came back in. I grabbed the chair we used earlier, and placed the drink down. Then I went to the closet and grabbed my suit.

“ You know, you performed for a lot of people today, but really not for me.” I finished putting the suit and pants on. “ I think you should perform for me now.” She lifted her head with a slightly quizzical look.

“ Make yourself cum”. I said, and then I sat down and as I was going to watch the show. I sipped my drink and said again , “Go ahead. Perform. Make yourself cum”. In the suit coat, I was another person. I took a different approach than I did all night. I didn’t shout it or make a demand. I simply stated it. I was a customer here, and she was the performer.

She stared to move her hand towards her pussy, but I stopped her and said, “No hands. Just by moving your body”. She looked at me, and began to move her hips. She still had the cucumber and hairbrush in her, so every time she moved her hips, the two things in her worked in unison. She began grinding her pussy into the bed, making that huge wet spot underneath her even wetter. I remember thinking that her pussy must be matted beyond recognition with all the wetness.

I sat back like a different person as her hips began to buck up and down. I sipped my drink and just watched. She had never done this with me, even simple masturbating. This was her performing for me – really performing like she did earlier in the evening. And I wasn’t her husband here, I was just another random guy.

She moved faster and faster, and finally her mouth opened and she came again. This was even harder than earlier in the day. She was really getting off on the idea of performing and being watched. This is what got her of when we had sex under the boardwalk in her hometown – her being naked, getting fucked, and people walking above us – the idea of being watched made her good girl aspect go really bad.

Her ass moved up in the air and stayed there as she climaxed – and the view of that ass in the air, with the hairbrush sticking up like a flag pole was too much. She finally came down and collapsed on the bed. I stayed in my chair and gave her a very simple round of applause. That performance deserved it.

I removed the hairbrush and cucumber and cleaned her up. I picked up all the pictures, kept the series I had of her journey and some others and put them in my underwear drawer. I left a good stack on the dresser, just to see what she would do in the morning. I changed the sheets and she just climbed into bed, with remnants of the cum still on her. She was exhausted from all her performances that night.

And the next day brought even more..

Pictures - Part 6
 

The next morning I awoke to find my wife in the kitchen, already dressed for work. I figured we should talk about the night before, so I simply said “ Last night was a lot of fun; I hope you enjoyed” I went to kiss her on her forehead. She pulled away. I was in trouble with a capital T.

She backed up and looked at me and said “ That will never happen again”, with one of those looks where you know you are in a world of trouble and pain. I was stunned a bit, and then she said ‘ And I am never wearing those again – ever!” She pointed to the garbage pail where she had thrown out the leg warmers. “This is why I didn't want to wear stockings or take pictures. And I’ve taken that pile of pictures and they’re in the garbage too!”

I was thrown, and as I was about to say something, she actually took the garbage and went into the bathroon before she left. She didn't want me getting to those pictures. She wanted it to be forgotten.

Not me. I took the series I had saved – from the pin up one that started all of this, the picture where you could see the neighbor jacking off to her body, the final picture with a face full of cum and things inserted into her holes, all of them! I put them into an envelope with a note that said. : Give to your new friends. Tell them it’s bathroom reading material” I quickly stuck them in her teaching briefcase before she got out of the bathroom. There were no pleasantries as she left.

I had another day off, and spent a lot of the day thinking what she would do if she found them She had parent- teacher conferences again and she would be late. Around 3:30, I got a call. I answered, and immediately heard; “What the hell are these? I responded, “ A few of the better pictures.” What’s the note for?” If you see your new friends, give it to them. Let them see what they were trying to see” The phone went dead a bit.. Not sure if she was there, I continued. “ Look, this is the last parent teacher meeting, it's the last time you’ll be on that bus. Give the guys a bit of a thrill”. She simply said, ‘You’re an ass!”,and hung up the phone.

I was 100% sure she wouldn’t do it. In fact, I figured I was in for a long, long, fight about the night before when she got home. So when the front door opened, I was bracing for a screaming and crying event.

She stormed up the stairs, threw her briefcase on the floor, grabbed me and gave me a deep french kiss. She almost swallowed me whole. I knew that kiss – she was horny as hell. And that meant something happened to turn her own that much.

We broke the kiss and I said, ‘ What the ..? She grabbed me again, a quick kiss and dragged me to the bedroom.

“ I gave those guys those pictures!!, she said as she started stripping. “I did what the note said!” She was unbuttoning her blouse and I started to take my clothes off and she told me to stop. She immediately jumped in, “I sat between them before I got off. I told them I was sorry for teasing them and I hoped this could make it up to them. They saw the pictures, looked at me, and their eyes popped out of their head! And when they saw the last one, all one of them said was “ Holy Fuck!!! They saw at my naked body with a hairbrush up my ass and then looked at me!! They couldn't believe the girl they saw with just a bit of leg was completely nude in front of them and having sex!

She was breathing hard as she was telling me this and as she peeled her clothes off as she continued. “ I sat right by them and said, “Did you think about me last night? Did you get hard? Well, I’m sorry if I got you hard. And I put my hand on one of their legs!! I stood up and said this is my stop. You boys now have bathroom material, and I got off the bus – and watched them as they looked at me from the bus, still unbelieving what they just saw!!"

She was almost naked by this point. “They just stared at me opened mouth and I waved. I couldn’t believe some guys had pictures of me naked and covered in cum, acting like a total sl*t! I’ve had to come since then. I almost walked into a store bathroom to make myself cum!”

I started to undress and again she said no. By now she was naked and looked amazing. She grabbed her robe and the hairbrush form last night and pulled me to the window. She said “Let’s see of our friend is stiil there.” She pulled the blinds back a bit, and sure enough, our friend from last night was in the window, looking for his window friend, my ex wife, his performer. She saw him, threw a quick wave, and told me to oull back the curtain. I just looked at her and she said, “It’s showtime!” So I pulled the curtain back and she went to the window! She was about to perform, and she was going on stage!! She wanted to be the only one naked in the window!

She walked into the open area in front of the window. Our neighbor looked at her, She turned around, and begin to slowly let the robe drop off her body. This was just exposing herself, she was really performing like someone on stage – she was acting like the sex show perfomer we talked abut the day before. The robe dropped off her and her naked ass was in front of hm, and I was taken aback., My basic, simple wife was now naked and performing for a guy for a second time – and he showed up for her performance like it was a scheduled!!

She turned around, licked her fingers and began her show. She started by slowly grabbing her breats and pulling her nipples. She started moving her hips side to side, just like any sex show worker. She was really getting off having an audience, and I was hoping I could get her to some amateur night strip contest. We could win a bunch of money!!

She moved one hand to her pussy and began to move her fingers into her hole. One hand was still grabbing her tits, the other grinding into her pussy. She then grabbed the hairbrush and inserted it into her pussy. She began fucking herself with the hairbrush. I was off to the side.This was her show and this was her stage. It was just her and her audience. I almost felt like a stage hand off stage right!! And as she moved that hairbrush in and out, the audience member across the way moved his dick out of his pants and began masturbating to my ex wife – again!

My ex was in a bit of a trance as she performed, but she opened her eyes and saw her audience enjoying himself while watching her. She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the stage. I was fully clothed and she told me to just stand there. She dropped to her knees, unbuckled my pants, and turned her face to the audience and said, “ I’m going to suck this big cock!” I know he couldn't hear her, but it looked like she was moving her lips in an exaggerated manner so he could read her lips. I looked across the way, and he was furiously moving his hand up and down as she began to take me into her mouth. I was the lucky audience member pulled from the crowd to be part of the show! I couldn't believe what was happening. Here was my ex, not only the only one naked, but naked, sucking a cock where anyone could see, and had an audience member beating off while she did it!!

She looked up at me and said, “Are you ready to cum? I just nodded, and she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me hard and fast. She looked across the way, and said to her audience member, “Cum for me! Cum all over me!” Again, she mouthed it in such a way that he must of known what she said. She kept licking her lips as he kept on jacking off. Within a few seconds, he stared cumming all over the place. And that was enough for me. I grunted, and with that, my ex lined her face and mouth with me, and I came. She kept stroking me as I shot streams of cum into her mouth, with only a small bit over her face.

After I was done, she turned to her audience, and let what she had caught in her mouth drip down all over her chin. The cum continued to slide down her chin onto her breasts and her body. He looked at her, open mouth and panting. She wiped the cum off her chin and body, licked it off her hand, and waved goodbye to her audience. She left the stage, gave him a great view of that fabulous ass, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I looked across the way and waved. He waved back and mouthed thank you. I held my hand up and said stop, and he did. I pointed to my watch and mouthed same time tomorrow night. He looked and I said that again, and gave a hand signal for 7:30 – which was roughly the same time we did this window show each of the two nights. He got it – and now we had a date for another show.

Pictures- Part 7
 

The question was how I would get my ex to the window again. The other two nights were in the throes of passion and part of the action. Just suggesting go to the window at a specific time wasn’t going to work. She would revert to her old reserved self.

Since there was no parent teacher conferences, she got home earlier than the other nights. She was home before me. I walked in the door with about 30 minutes before the next performance. I got us each a glass of wine as we chatted about our days, and made sure I got her a second glass before this began. About 10 minutes before we would have an audience, she got up to go to the bedroom. I asked where she was going – maybe she saw me schedule the show yesterday, but no, she said she was going in to change. Perfect! She went to the bedroom and began to change. This was where I could make my move. I followed her in.

“ That was an interesting day yesterday”, I said.

“ You could say that again. I never knew that I liked being watched. I don't know what got into me, but it was fun.”

“You know what surprised me? I asked.

She answered very nonchalantly, “What?”

“That the guy was there at the same time. Like he had bought a ticket to a show!"

She said, “ It was like he was expecting it. Bet you he thinks we do that all the time!”

“I was thinking the same thing.” And with that, I took her hand and began to kiss her. “What was it like –being watched?”

She offered no resistance and I began to touch her breasts and slowly touch her pussy. “ It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done? Even more than being naked under the boardwalk!”

“They couldn't see you. This guy saw you – and he jerked off at your little show.”

That started her to slightly moan and I kiss her neck, working my way down to her breasts.I removed her shirt and skirt, so all she was in was bra and simple, white cotton panties. Very boring, but in that moment, really hot.

“You like being shown to other guys, don’t you.”

“Mmhmm. I like it when those guys on the bus wanted to see what was under my skirt. Turned me on knowing I had what they wanted.”

I slowly moved us a bit closer to the window as we kissed. I gently rubbed my finger into her pussy and she began to pant a bot more.

“ Do you think our guy is there? Think he’s waiting for a repeat performance?

She looked at me and giggled, and had a really wicked smile that told me she wanted him, heck, anyone to be there. She wanted to do another show. I peered out the window, and right on time, there was our guy, standing and staring right at our window.

I said. “ He’s there, ready for tonight’s performance! You want to? “I figured I needed to make this hers, but I was pretty sure what her answer would be.

She looked at me and then the window shade, took a deep breath and said ‘ Can’t disappoint my public!, like she was a movie star on the red carpet. She started to remove her bra but I immediately stopped her. “Give him a different look this time!”

She laughed and said, “It’s showtime!!, and told me to pull the window shade up. She emerged into the window, and her audience straightened right up. I don't think he actually thought she’d be back again. But she was, this time in very simple bra and panties. That made it all it hotter as it was seeing your local teacher in your window, not a stripper.

She looked at him, and slowly began to unhook her bra. It was one of those that hooked in the front, so she kept her eyes on him the entire time. She unsnapped the bra, and slowly pulled the sides of the bra away from each other. You could see him swallow hard, as he was getting a different show from the last one.

She took of the bra, dropped it to the floor, and began to lay with her tits. Slowly, she squeezed her tits, moving from one to another. Then she pulled a nipple, then the other, and then twisted one nipple and gave a look of pain as she did it. Her audience started rubbing his crotch as she did that.

She then put both hands in the waistband of her panties, and began to slowly, very slowly, shift the panties down. She never went far down in each shift, as she was teasing him with every slight move downward. I had a raging hard on at this point, as she was doing a very erotic striptease for some guy, and she was getting of in teasing him.

Finally, the panties came off,. She turned to me and said get the hairbrush. I left her there and watched from behind as she started swaying and dancing in the nude to this guy. She stared grinding her hand into her pussy, grabbing a tit with the other. This was not the woman I married; she had completely transformed from the good and proper catholic school teacher to an erotic dancer. I almost came thinking about that. I came back with the hairbrush, and I kept myself out of the window. I was the prop boy – and I didn't want to get into the act – just yet.

She took the hairbrush and began to slide it in and out of her mouth like she was blowing someone. She then turned around, slapped her ass and bent over. She put one leg up on the window ledge, and gave him a wide open view of her pussy. She then began to rub the hairbrush one the outside of her pussy, and slowly inserted it so he could see her fuck herself from behind.

I looked to see his reaction, but his head was turned to something in his apartment All of a sudden three other guys walked in! He had invited people to join him. When they walked in, you could almost hear them scream and yell at what they saw. Now more guys were seeing my ex wife perform, and the last two days the number of guys who saw her naked went from one – me – to now 7, adding six in just the last days. My ex was unaware of any new people, and she kept fucking herself with the hairbrush and moving her ass up and down really giving a great show for her now growing audience. I didn't know what to do – tell her or let her find out on her own.

She was about to find out..

Great story! Keep going!

Can you set the stage with more detail - describe your apartment / house set up a little more. Was this an apartment building, a house sub-divided, and where and how far away was this neighbor in relation to your window? Was he across the street, across an alley, picture window in another house, what? And how was it only he saw the show [at least until this last chapter when he was joined by others/] Nobody else out on the street, at 7:30 at night?

Inquiring minds and all... Had a GF years ago that might have been like this if I had been clever / creative enough. While she was a Catholic, she was not a pure school teacher type by any stretch.

The apartment was kind of set back from others - and blocked a bt by the other buildings. We looked out across the back of another group of houses and small apartment buildings. So it wasn't the front window - it was in the back in our bedroom and really only one or two windows could see us. The apartment over looked backyards and things, so as long as it was dark, it was fine ( or so I thought - I'll explain that later).And this took place in late feb/early march, so it was already dark and no one was out. The apartment itself was a small 4 room apartment, bedroom was in the back overlooking the neighbors backyards and the windows of the other small apartment buildings.

Pictures - The End
 

She pulled the hairbrush out of her posy, and began to run the handle across her seam. The guys across the way they were hooting and hollering. One looked to another with a look that said Holy shit! I don't know what they were expecting, but a sex show like this wasn’t it.

My ex plunged the hairbrush back in and pushed it as high as she could go. She held it there for what seemed forever, and really moved her ass up and down to get it as far as she could. She was really panting at this point, and I knew she was close to cumming.

She took her leg off the window ledge, still with the hairbrush in her pussy, and started to turn around. I didn't say a word. I wanted to see what she would do when she saw she had a bigger audience.

She was still moving the hairbrush in and out when she fully turned around – and then got a look at 4 sets of eyes all staring at her pussy. She froze – and they all cheered when she locked eyes with them. She just screamed out “ There’s more of them!!” And she began to cum as hard as ever. Her mouth went wide open, her eyes closed tight, and she began to bend over forward at the waist. She rubbed her clit while she pushed the hairbrush in ever further. She let out such a guttural sound I was sure the entire neighborhood could hear her. She continued bending at the waist, and then she had another orgasm jolt through her body and she shot back up. The look on her face was complete surrender to being exposed and cumming in front of a bigger group of strangers.

She dropped to her knees, now almost out of view from the guys watching her. You could see her head shaking as she finished cumming. She was still on her knees, hands on the floor, and the guys across the way began to clap and start to walk away thinking it was finished. Her repeat customer motioned them to stay. He knew there would be more.

My ex was still on her knees, and straightened up a bit. She crawled over to me and grabbed me by the belt. She fumbled unbuckling my belt as she was in such a hurry to get to my dick. I looked at the guys and they were back in the room. They were going to see a real sex show – not just someone masturbating. Someone was getting fucked right in front of them. I saw that two of them were holding beers – it was like this was in some club and my ex wife was today’s feature performer.

I looked down at my ex wife. She was now among five clothed guys and she was the only one naked. She got my pants off and was about to pull my briefs down when he said, “Make it rough! Use me in front of those guys! Rough!” She wanted to be seen as a fuck toy, and I was only too happy to oblige.

With that, I grabbed her by the hair and moved us to the center of the window. I took my dick in my hand and slapped her face with it . I did that a few times, and you could see pre cum splatter over her. I looked across the way and there was no movement. Those four guys were fixed on my dick on my ex wife’s face. I looked down at her said “ Open “. She did, and I shoved my cock in her mouth. Not a little, but all the way in.

She gagged a bit and pulled back. I took her hair and pulled her head back on my cock. I moved her head back and forth. She wasn't giving me a blowjob; I was giving her a face fucking. As I pulled her head back and forth, the guys across the way were open mouthed and pointing. I thought I could make out one of them saying, ‘”What a fucking c*nt. Fuck her face, that little b*tch”. I was getting off on my performance as well.

I pushed her face all the way to my pubic hair and held her face there. She started gagging and I still left her here. She struggled a bit, and then I pulled her off. Spit and saliva poured out all over her face, chin, and spilled onto her tits. She said to me, “ Wipe it all over my face!’ She wasn’t just the star performer, she was now the director of this sex show as well.

Again, I was only too happy to oblige. I took my very wet cock and wiped it all over her face. She stayed on her knees as I held her by her hair. I moved her head all around my cock as I used her face like a dishrag. The guys across the way were drooling. They were watching some woman get used and abused – all in public!

As I was finishing, my ex looked up and said, “ Now fuck me from behind!” I stopped with the face painting, and she got up and turned length wise. I went behind her and she said, “Make sure they can see your dick moving in and out!”

I didn't want to disappoint my director, so I shoved in. I didn’t move my hips –but like her sucking my cock, I pushed and pulled her hips back and forth. She was bent over, with one hand on the window ledge to hold her up. Her face was clearly visible in the window, and she could see the guys as clear as day. “ I think they like the show!”, she said, and told me to slap her ass, which I did – a few times.

She looked back at me, smiled and said, “ I want to face the widow!. So I pulled her around so she was looking directly at the guys. She was looking them eye to eye as she was getting fucked. I could see these guys clearer now. There looked to be about mid 30’s, a bit rough looking, and by what it looked like they were saying let me know we didn't want to meet them. I could see them saying, “ Fuck her”, Fuck that b*tch”, and ‘Give it to her”. They were clearly thinking this was some kind of Times Square show. This wasn’t someone’s neighbor’s wife, it was some c*nt on the stage.

As my ex wife looking at them, she began to talk to them, not that they could hear her.

“ Give it to me! Fuck me like a wh*r*! Give me your big cock” I could hear it, and that was all that mattered. At this point, the guys across the way couldn't take it anymore. One by one they pulled their dicks out and began to jack off. My ex saw it and yelled , “They’re all doing it! All of them are jerking off! I got all of them hard!! Oh God, this is so great!” She stated grunting and kept looking out the window, saying cum for me and fuck me, all lo0king at four guys jerking off to her naked body and being fucked.

She turned her head to look at me and said, “ Let me know when you have to cum!” I knew what that meant. She wanted me to cum over her and finish the performance the right way. I looked across the way and these guys were pressed against the window, stroking their cocks. My ex’s face was in direct line with their cocks, and it felt like we were in a gang bang with four guys about to shoot all over my wife’s face. With that, one of the guys started to cum, and it sprayed all over the window. Then each of the others came in unison, spraying all over the place and over the window. Their cum dripped down the window pane and it was it was like they came all over my ex wife’s face.

That was enough for me. I told me ex I had to cum right now. I stopped fucking her and moved to her face. I almost got in front of her when I started jerking my cock all over the place. Within a second, I sprayed all over her face, her hair, tits,, everywhere. She was covered with white sticky stuff as I gave her everything I had and more.

When I finished, she took my cock and licked it clean. Then she stood up and began to scoop cum off her face and put it in her mouth. She took the remaining from her face and rubbed it all over her tits and stomach. The guys across the street were mesmerized. When she finished licking herself clean, she waved good bye, turned and walked away. I pulled the window shade down and the show was over. For the rest of that night, we made love and laughed about what we did.

The next day was Friday, and I told my wife we should go away for the weekend. We both got home from work about 6PM, and we went to Belmar in the Jersey Shore to a hotel we liked. We spent the weekend relaxing, not doing anything out of the ordinary from a sex perspective. We had done a lot in the past few day to last us for awhile.

When we got back for the work week, that Monday night my ex was having dinner with a girlfriend. I was coming home from work and decided to grab a beer a local place near the house. It was pretty empty, just two guys at one end. I sat down the bar from them.

I ordered a beer and thought about what we did. I kind of had a smile on my face and wondered if and when we would di it again. Then I heard talk from the other end of the bar, and it wasn’t good. They were talking about watching some woman get fucked in a window. They were talking about my ex wife’s performance.

“You should have saw her”, one guy said to the bartender. “ That little sl*t was getting face fucked, she was taking his dick like there was no tomorrow!.She was such a little tramp!” The other spoke, “ She was so open. Everyone could see. You have to love a b*tch like that! Taking that load on her face. What a show!”

That didn't sound to bad, I thought. They were just admiring her performance. Then one guys said, “ We have to find out what apartment she’s in. Pay her a little visit. “ The bartender spoke up, “Don't worry,. We’ll find out, You can’t keep a secret like that for too long. And when you do, make sure you guys let me know. I’d definitely fuck a c*nt like that!.

Okay, now this was getting serious. I left a tip on the bar, said good bye and left. I didn’t want to let the guys see my face on the chance they would recognize me. I went home and waited for my wife. I had to tell her this and we had to come up with a plan.

When she got home, she had a troubled look on her face. I asked her what was wrong. She said there was some creepy guy who seemed to be hanging around the building. As she came up to the place, he kind of looked at her and then walked away. She said he gave her the creeps. Then I told her about the guys at the bar.

At that moment we both realized we had gone way too far. We had an audience and now we had audience members who wanted to be up close and personal. I traveled for business, and began worrying what they would do if I wasn’t home. I then thought about the pictures she gave to those guys. Who had them? How many people saw them? Did they make copies? Even black and white xeroxes would still be bad.We didn't want to run into them either.

My wife and I made the decision to move – quickly. We were all ready planning to move to New Jersey in a few months at the end of her school year. That wasn’t quick enough for me. I called a friend of mine who owed a few two flats about five miles away. I told him what was going on – that some guy was threatening my wife ( I left out the sex part), and he told me he had place that was open. The next morning I called my landlord, let them know what was gong on – again, without the sex part – and told him we had to leave. We were out of that place in three days, and we never saw any of those guys again. Our commute had changed, so I was pretty sure we wouldn't run into those guys from the bus either.

The fear we felt over this whole thing really shook us. It shook us to the point that our sex like went back to your basic stuff. No performances, no sex under boardwalks, no masturbating her in movie theaters. Heck, I think we didn't do any different positions other than missionary for a while. She didn’t want that inner sl*t demon to come back out, that seemed to make her become a complete and utter wh*r* instead of the good girl she tried so hard to be.

This went on for a little more than two years, until we had the night with her former student in the drive in. And I think that happed because she just couldn’t keep that inner sl*t demon under wraps any longer.

Pictures - One More Thing
 

I forgot someting.

We separated and divorced a few years later after the pictures incident. I had kept what were left of the pictures in an envelope in a box of my stuff that was in the corner of our bedroom closet.

I went back to our old place to pick some things up, the box included. She wasn't going to be there - and that was good. I grabbed the things and that box, and opened the box to get the envelope. and another look at her naked body. I missed the sex, not her. I grabbed the envelope, and the realized it was flat. There was nothing there.

I opened it up and saw a note, which simply read, " I told you no pictures. You'll just have to remember what you saw. Sorry, no bathroom material for you!

And that's why I have no pictures left.

The Final Time I Saw My Ex
 

I hope everyone is enjoying these as i am remembering them. I have one long story left - and it is about the last time I saw her. This was last October, and we hadn't seen each other in over 30 years.

I'll get into this in little bit, but I found a picture of her from a few years back. Again, I don't want to show her face, bit it gives you the rest of her.

The Last Time - Part 1
 

Sorry for the delay on this - I debated for a while to out his up. Like the others, I will poty in parts - it will be easier to digest and easier for me to edit!

This is about the last time I saw my ex wife. It took place last October, and we hadn't seen each other in 30 years. I will tell you this will take a while to get into as it needs context, but it will be worth it by the end.

My ex and I got divorced in the late 80’s To be honest, the only thing we had in common was sex. I wanted to live in NY, she wanted the Jersey shore. She hated that I worked late, ; I hated when I came home after a 10 hour day, I had to deal with her complaining. The sex was outstanding, but life was not. The divorce was messy, and I left for the Midwest and far better times.

Over those 30 years, we only communicated three times. In the mid nineties she reached out to me after finding my information to let me know she got remarried and had a kid. I reached out to her in 2008 when I heard her sister had passed. I sent a condolence card; she didn't respond. In 2015, I sent a note let her know that I had surgery for colon cancer and if she hadn’t, get tested. No response back

Last year my mother passed way, and I was responsible for wrapping up all the loose ends – wills, sell the house, etc. Since I had no family left in NY, this would be the last time I would be back except as a tourist. So, I found her number and texted her regarding the situation and we should get together for the last time. She responded to me after a few days, so she was undecided for awhile, but agreed to meet me. I suggested we meet on the Sunday I was leaving, She agreed, and we arranged for brunch at a place near her home in New Jersey. I changed my flight to Newark to accommodate her.

I drove up to the restaurant and waited at the front door. Typically, she was right behind me in arriving, walking up to the front door. I looked at her and what she was wearing and thought she had gone back to her old prim way of dressing. No cute sun dress or something a bit daring; just a peasant skirt and your basic blouse. Very unremarkable. But - for almost 60, she still looked good., A bit worn – and who isn’t at that age, but still very pretty and put together .

She came up and I smiled; she didn't. I went to give her a kiss on the cheek, she turned so I almost missed her. I remember thinking this was a really bad idea and tried to think what did I ever see in her.. She started into the restaurant and I walked behind, and then I remembered what I saw in her: that sweet ass. It still moved in a way that got me hard every time.

We went to sit down and made small talk. She was cold at first, but after a while she began to open up. I guess I charmed her a bit, because she began to laugh and smile like she did all those years ago. We caught up a bit – what I was doing, what she was doing, etc. She then told me about her being remarried and divorced (which I knew), she had move to a condo (which I knew) and that she was teaching (which I knew - thank you internet). We had a drink, and as she talked, she bean t open up a bit. So – I wanted to know about her marriage and divorce.

I asked how she had met him. “Well, I had finally got my own apartment. I left my parents house, and was on my own. The night I got settled, I walked over to a shore bar near my place in Belmar, and grabbed a beer. There were about five guys playing pool, and they were looking over. I waved and after another beer, decided to flirt a bit. I went over, we played pool, and I got this one guys attention. He and I hit it off a bit, and they decide to leave, so I asked the guy I was flirting with if he wanted a night cap at my place.

“Sounds like an interesting beginning”, I said.

“ Well, it was. We got to my place, and I guess I was really horny, because I dropped down to my knees and gave him oral sex”. She still kept that veer of prim and proper when she was not in heat. “ “We spent the night together, and in the morning, he was saying he loved me, that I was terrific. I’m guessing he didn't have a lot of experience, even though he s a few years older than me”

“What happened next”?

“We started going out, and while I liked him, it took a while to fall in love. I hadn’t had anyone in my life since we broke up, so this attention was nice.”

“So what happened?”

“Life, I guess. But he wasn’t very good in bed, and after a while, he kind of lost interest in me, and sex wasn't that important. So I kind of stopped pushing that area since he didn't seem interested. And do you know what’s funny?

“What?”

“He said he waned a divorce because I was not that good in bed, that I was uninteresting when we had sex! Can you believe that?

“I think it was him. You just needed the right partner?

“What do you mean?

‘” I don’t I have to remind you of what we did. The time we had sex under the boardwalk, with other people above us? The time you gave oral sex to your former student? That you gave traded your body for that kid’s silence?

“Excuse me, I believe you were trading my body. I was just following orders”

With that line, I could see her start to slightly move in her seat. She was getting a bit flush, so I knew remembering those wild sex moments was turning her on.
“ And the night you played call girl for me? Doing sex tricks for money? Dressed up like a high class hooker? And- If I remember you made about 500 bucks that night.”

“ I did give it back!”

“Yes, but you played the game! And do you remember what you said at the end?

“I don't think so”. She stammered that out. She didn't want to say it, but I was going to get her to.

“ Sure you do! You were thinking of a career change, weren’t you?

She dropped her head a bit, but then as she said this she raised and looked me right in the eye. “I said I wanted to be a call girl – fuck men for money” There it was – I knew she was getting turned on because she said fuck versus have sex.

“And don't forget the night we took pictures? You put on three days of sex shows for the guys across the street! And I wonder if those construction guys still have those pictures of you?

She turned a bit more red and a bit more flush. The memories were making this school teacher a little bit hot.

“So – the issues between your ex and you aren’t yours – there his. You have a wild sexual streak. You just need the right person who can get you there and how to push those buttons.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Maybe you’re right. You did know how to get me to my wild side. She then paused and said “I need to go to the ladies room”. And with that she got up and left the table.

I was sure when she came back the day was over. I knew she wasn't totally comfortable with all the things we did in our youth, but I think she might want to forget them, and perhaps seeing me brought them all back. I started to grab my wallet when she came up on my left shoulder.

“Close your eyes”

“What?

“Close your eyes and open your hand. Stick it out under the table”

“ Ok, I guess” I had no idea what she was up to.

I did what she asked, and as I opened my hand, I felt something soft drop into it. I opened my eyes, and realized what she put there. She had placed her slightly oversized granny panties in my hand! I began to raise my hand with the panties until she grabbed them and said, ‘Don't! Just slip the in your pocket! It’s something to remember me by”.

The Last Time - Part 2
 

PART 2

I smiled, shoved them in my pocket, and then saw her with one of those wicked smiles she would get when she was getting horny. But within a second, a gentleman in his 40’s approached our table, and said “Hi, Carolyn”

“Oh, hi Jim”. My ex introduced him as the Principle of her school, and then introduced me as an old friend from college. I didn't contradict her; maybe she didn’t tell people she had being married twice.

We made small talk, where I was from, etc. He then turned to my ex and mentioned the issues they were having with running an event, specifically the advertising and promotion aspect. That was my area of expertise, and since my ex was now sans panties, and her boss was standing in front of her, I wanted to keep him around as long as possible, just to let her squirm a bit. I asked him to sit down and offered my help, and where he sat made my ex move closer to me. As she sat down, I moved my foot to slightly pull her leg open. She didn’t respond.

The principal started talking about this event, and he asked me a question on where you should spend your money. I responded, ‘Well, I would spread it out as much as you can. You want to catch as many people as possible. He responded “So wide approach?”

With that, I responded back, “Oh yeah, spread them wide”. With that, I started to pull my ex wife’s legs open, and this time she didn't fight back. Her legs opened up under the table, and if he dropped something and bent down to get it, her boss would had seen her pussy in all its glory. I looked at her face, and she was staring away from both of us – not truly admitting she was being the sl*t from her past – the one who did what she was told when she was horny.

He continued with more questions on the event as I pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her inner thigh. She tried to stop moving her butt in the chair, but you could hear a squeak every once in awhile. Her boss kept talking, either not noticing or not trying to hear what he thought he was hearing.. He started asking about when they should promote, and I said they should pull everything up to the top. I looked at my ex and asked if she agreed; she nodded. With that, I felt the long dress she was wearing move up her leg, and it was apparent to me she had pulled it up completely exposing her pussy. She then said to Jim that we had to go, but he said he had one more question.

He asked me about the placement of some of the exhibits for maximum traffic flow. I He was making it way too easy for me. I just said what you want is to have some of the better exhibits right in the middle, sort of all the way in. I tapped my wife’s now wide open leg and she put her hand under the table. I couldn’t see it, but her shoulder slightly dipped as she inserted a finger or two into her pussy.

After that, her boss got up and said thanks for the info, glad to meet me, told my ex he’d see her tomorrow and I told him I was glad to help. I kind of stood up bent over as I had a huge hard on, knowing my ex had shoved a finger in her pussy right under the nose of her boss. She didn't get up, but just smiled as he left. I looked at her and smirked a bit; she just shook her head and said, “Only you can get me to do those things. After all these years!” I asked if she thought he knew what was going on under the table; she just said if he did he won't say anything; his wife is one of my best friends”

I started to get up from the table and she then asked, “ So, what's time is your flight?” I said in a few hours. She just looked at me and said, “ Can you delay? “ I didn't think and said ‘ why” So she blurted out” This little stint got me very worked up. And I need to get fucked – and fucked right now” I knew that look – she was horny as hell and I could get her to do anything I wanted.

I said of course, and we both got up to leave. I saw her ass in front of me as we left, and keep hoping more of her friends would come and say hi, just knowing she was going commando and now on her way to get fucked by a man she hadn’t seen in 30 plus years. Unfortunately, no one was there, and we both went to our cars.

I saw her car, walked over to the window, knocked on it, and she rolled down the window. I looked at her and simply said, “ Lift up your skirt; I want to see your pussy!. She looked around the parking lot, and lifted up her skirt. “Hello, old friend!, I said, and then reached down and shoved a finger in her hole. “Christ, you are soaking wet! Got a little hot while exposing your pussy in public”. She stated to pant as I moved my fingers in and out of her tw*t, and the juicy sounds coming from her pussy were so loud I thought people walking by knew what was going on. She was panting heavier and her shoulders were heaving up and down, but quickly said. “You keep that up I won’t need to fuck you later!” I quickly stopped, as I knew I was in for a great afternoon knowing the state she was in.

We both drove off and I followed her to her place. She lived in a duplex style condo on the corner of the complex. We talked up to the front door and started up the flight of stars to her floor. I was behind her, and as we got half way up I grabbed her ass and moved my hand under her skirt, and began to shove my fingers into her pussy from behind. She started to moan and move that great ass a bit, and then came to her senses and said she had neighbors.

As he stared to take the next step up, I started to pull her skirt down. The peasant skirt she had on had an elastic waistband, so a simple tug brought her skirt right off. She turned her head to look at me, and then just stepped out of it. She pulled down her blouse to barely cover her naked ass. She walked up the stairs and I could see the glistening and dripping of her pussy. As we approached her door, I could see her start to open her blouse and by the time we got to the door, she dropped the blouse, and was standing naked in her hallway. She turned around, looked at me with a stare that only could be taken as fuck me right now, then calmly found her keys in her purse and opened the door. She looked at me with that look she gave me years ago – she was game for anything. She had too far gone to stop herself – again- and I was going to take advantage of the moment as much as possible!

The Last Time - Part 3
 

PART 3

I followed her in and closed the door. She immediately dropped to her knees and unbuckled my pants, She pulled down my shorts, grabbed my cock and borrowed my line and said, “Hello old friend”. With that, she dove in and began sucking my cock. Here I was, completely clothed, and some women I hadn’t seen in 30 years was kneeling in front of me, stark naked, had my cock down her throat. What a sight – and I realized if we didn't stop soon, I was coming, and I wanted to do more to her than shoot my cum down that mouth of hers.

I pulled her up, kissed her hard, then grabbed her arm and threw her to her dining table. I bent her over, shoved her legs apart, and shoved my fingers up her pussy. I wanted to see if I could get her to do things we had done in the past,, or did her second husband kill her inner sl*t.

“ Miss those fingers, do you?

“ Oh god, yes! Shove them into me”

“ You liked exposing yourself in the restaurant?

“Mmm”

“ Think your boss knew you were naked underneath the table. That you were playing with yourself in a public place?

She started to moan. I pressed on – with my fingers now rubbing her clit and my talk.

“ You wanted him to see you, didn't you>’

“ I did”

So it was clear – she was reverting to her old self – the sl*t who did things she didn't want to do – and I was going straight ahead with getting her to admit she was a little wh*r*.

“ You wanted to masturbate in front of him. You wanted him to see what a sl*t you can be! Maybe he was one of those teachers you wanted to do the bachelor party for?” I brought back that dirty talk for years ago to see what would happen and see if she would respond..

“ Yes, I did! I wanted him to watch me. I wanted to perform for him!”

That did it. Her whole body shuddered with an orgasm – just like in the past. When she finished, I took out my fibers and then shoved dick all the way up her pussy!

She grunted and said, ‘ God, fuck me! I need you to fuck my brains out now!” I did what I was told, moving in and out, but again, I didn’t want to come because I wanted to use her in everyway possible that day. I wasn't going to get another chance, and I was going to make the most of it.

I stuck finger up her ass, and she jumped a bit. I then realized in all the things we had done, we had never had anal sex. We had put fingers and dildos up her ass, but no cocks.

“ Did your other husband ever fuck your ass?” She responded no.

“So – I was the first one to fuck you, the first one whose cock you sucked, the first one to come in your mouth, the first one to make you play sex games, the first one to sell you to another man and make you a wh*r*, and now I’m gong to be the first to fuck your ass!”

With that, I stopped fucking her, removed my finger, and pulled her up by the waist. I kissed her hard, then spun her around, slapped her ass, and told her to lead me to the bedroom – she was getting her ass fucked today! She simply complied and walked into the bedroom. I followed, slapping her ass as she walked. She didn't stop me. She knew she was a sex toy for the day –the way she used to be for me – and she was going along with whatever I would do.

I saw the bathroom and grabbed some Vaseline. As I took off my clothes, I noticed a hairbrush on her dresser. That reminded me of our night taking pictures. She was sitting on the bed, lightly rubbing her pussy, as I played with the hairbrush

“Do you remember that night?, I said. “ The night you took another cock that I gave you?” She just smiled and said yes, the night of the pictures. I moved to her and said you're getting another one again. As I moved to stick the hairbrush in her pussy, she said wait and told me to go to the top drawer of the dresser, and look to the right side.

I looked to the right side, and there was a cock shaped dildo – ridges and all! Holding the dildo, I looked at her and she responded, “You didn’t think I could live without some sort of fucking all these years, do you?” I laughed a bit and and moved to put her on her knees. “Okay, today you’re getting fucked? How many cocks do you want? She just looked and said everything you got. I then shoved the dildo deep into her pussy, and she was so wet it went right up without resistance. I then got up, grabbed the hairbrush and put in near her mouth. “Suck this cock you sl*t! You’re getting airtight”. She greedily opened her mouth and took the hairbrush as I moved it in and out. She now had two of her three hoes filled.

I moved behind her, shoved the dildo as far as I could, and then spread her ass cheeks. “Ready to finally get your ass fucked? She opened her mouth, and with the hairbrush still in her mouth, mumbled “ God, yes, fuck my ass? Make me airtight!!”

With that, I moved into her ass. Slow at first, but as I moved deeper, she started yelping at the pain. I slapped her ass and told her to take it. ‘”You’ll take this cock up your ass like the good little sl*t you are!” It was back to controlling for me again, and I knew she wouldn't do anything but submit. As I got in full and started to move in and out, she started responded in kind by moving her ass to meet my cock.

“ There you go! Keep moving that ass! Keep taking that cock up your ass! You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you!

“Oh God, yes! I should have done this years ago!

“ You like being air tight, don't you!

“Mmm mm”

I started with some talk from our past – I wanted to see when she was in this uncompromised state of heat, what she would say about our past..

“You still teasing guys in the street? Like those construction workers? Like those guys outside our window? You still want to fuck these guys – all at once, don’t you?

“ God, I do! I love teasing guys1 I want them to fuck me like the wh*r* I am!! I want to be treated like a cum sl*t” I was glad she remembered it - but I didn’t expect it - she went right back to where we were years ago. When she got going, she became an absolute sl*t who would fuck anything and everything if she really let go. The issue – she only really let go a few times – and I knew we were at that spot again.

I continued. “ We really should have filmed this! Send a copy to your boss – but not show your face! We could let him guess who it was – just seeing some mature b*tch getting screwed out of her mind! And every time you walked past him in the halls, you’d know he’d see you acting like a fucking tramp and being fucked like a common street hooker! An you’d know he’d saw you acting in that way!.

That did it – another huge orgasm from her. That also did it for me. I pulled out of her ass and came all over her back. Taking cum just like a sl*t – all over her! I wiped my dick on her backside, slapped it, and pulled the dido out of her c*nt. I got up and got a towel to wipe her off.

We were only in the afternoon - and I still had a flight to catch...

The Last Time - Part 4
 

PART 4

As we laid together trying to catch our breath, I couldn't resist asking about her sex life after her divorce – I already knew it wasn’t good while she was married, but it could raise a fight. Part of me wanted to prove to myself I was the best she ever had, but since I already got what I wanted, I decided to press on.

“So - how was it for the first time having sex in all those years?”, I asked.

“It wasn’t the first time”, she replied.

“Oh, the dildo, I get it. I meant with another person”

“Well, not with a man, anyway.“

Dead stop. What was she saying – if it wasn’t man, then what?

“ Whoa – with who?

“ I was in a relationship with another woman for about six months” She said it almost matter of fact, just blurted out as if it was expected.

But to me – this was way out of character and very not expected. I never thought she had those tendencies – and a six month relationship isn’t experimenting on a whim.

I needed to know more – a lot more! "When was this?’

“After my son left for college. I was ok when he was home in high school, but after he left I got really lonely. There was a woman I taught with who was about ten years younger than me. She saw that I was a bit depressed, that I wasn’t really happy. We out to lunch a few times and really get to be friends. One night I was at her place for wine and it just happened.”

“What happenend?’ I knew, but I wanted her to say it.

“ We were just talking and laughing, sitting on her couch. My arm was stretched out a bit, near hers, and she touched my hand with her fingers. I looked at her, and she slowly moved them up and down my lower arm, and I didn’t object, so she moved closer and moved her hand further up my arm toward my neck. I was frozen – I knew what was going on and didn't know if I wanted to stop”.

I was astounded. She let herself be taken by another woman! If I knew she had those tendencies, I would have worked on them when we were together.

She continued as I propped myself on my elbow to get a good look at her talk about her first lesbian experience. She looked at me and kept on talking.

“Her hands moved from my arms and neck to my face and she caressed it. Then, I tilted my head in response and she began kissing my neck. It was so electric! Every inch of me got so turned on, and I began to slightly moan. With that, she knew I wasn't going to fight it and she moved in and french kissed me. I returned that kiss like I was in heat. I grabbed her close and we begin to move our hands all over each other. It was like having sex for the first time!

I was dumbfounded. Never thought she would be into that. She continued on.

“From that moment on it was a blur. We started undressing each other, I almost ripped off her shirt to get to her breasts. She moved to kiss my nipples and I almost came. She pushed me down, - she wanted to control me – so she got my clothes off, and began to play with my clit. I was in heaven! this went on with both of us. She started with dirty talk – just like you did – telling me I needed to come for her, that I was her plaything – maybe not as graphic – but that got me and came like there was no tomorrow. Then it was my turn – and I had never kissed a woman down there before.”

She paused after that – and I looked at her. She had a sly smile on her face – like she had this sexual experience of her very own – and it seemed she wanted to tell more. I just needed to ask the right questions.

“ Wow. I didn't know you liked girls. So how were you together for six months?”

“Part of it that I liked her, part of it was she controlled me like you did, so the sex wasn’t as weird as it could be, part of it was I wasn’t lonely anymore, and to be honest, I really liked it. We almost moved in together; that’s how serious it got.”

“Why didn't you?”

“Two things. The first was people were starting to talk. Nothing really substantial, but there were some rumors going around about us. I didn't want to go out in town together so that people wouldn’t see us. I didn't want people to think my divorce was my fault – that I came out and that’s why my husband left. I’m not a lesbian, but I did enjoy it.”

“What was the second thing?”

She paused a bit, so I knew something big was coming.

“Well, I can tell you given what we’ve been through. We went away for a weekend with some of her girlfriends. It would be far enough away that we could be open in our relationship. Be out and about, and I wanted to see what that would be like – to be seen as a lesbian.”

“Sound like a fun weekend”

“It was – a bit too much. When we got to this house, the other women were there. We all talked for a while, had some wine, a little weed, and after a while, one of the other couples started to kiss and make out. My girlfriend started to look at me ad starting kissing me as well. I backed up a bit but she grabbed my face and kissed me hard. She just whispered you’re mine, kiss me back. I responded back with a hard kiss."

She continued as I waited for what was to come. She was telling a story of being someone’s b*tch – a lesbian b*tch! “She started rubbing my pussy, I started moving my hips and she opened my jeans and started in my pants. I didn’t fight it – and I was getting turned on that other women were watching me get finger fucked, I was someone’s play toy for them to enjoy! We were all women and gay – kind of – and I was really getting into being this sex performer all of a sudden another hand started in my clit. And another at my breasts. My girlfriend stopped kissing me, looked at me and turned my face to one of the other women. She kissed me hard and now I had a few hands in me rubbing me and getting me naked. I then realized I was being shared for the very first time (she forgot a bit of what we had done!).

I was shocked. I swallowed hard as I didn’t know what to say next, but she continued without my help.

“That first night I had eaten every other women there – and they ate me out! The weekend was a blur. We used strap ons, and we were just having a weekend orgy. I was taking a shower and one of the women came in and ate me out. These were wide open women not caring what anyone else thought. It was freeing - I joined in. I walked around naked the entire weekend – everybody did. There was this woman who worked for Goldman Sachs – big time exec – and she was on the phone – naked- with a business call. I got under the kitchen table and started playing with her and eating her out while she was trying to work. I even shaved my pussy so the girls could get better access to my clit – and everyone watched me get shaved! It was a wild weekend.”

“So why did you leave her”

“I wasn't a lesbian. I had fun, but in the end, you need to know you are.”

“Oh yeah, I said, “ Just who are you?

“You should know, she said. “ You made me a sl*t! More for men than women, but still a sl*t!” She then leaned over, kissed me and we fell asleep.

And I still had a plane to catch…

The Last Time - Part 5
 

I woke with a jolt, and realized I needed to leave to catch my plane. I jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. My ex was laying there, naked, and then sat up seeing my full dressed.

“I’ve got a plane to catch” And I walked out of the room toward the living room, and then to her kitchen to get something to drink. Part of me wanted her to feel like a used wh*r*, part of me was just thirsty. But I did have a plane to catch.

She put on a robe and met me in the kitchen. She didn't look very pleased, and said. ‘Just going to fuck and run, huh?” I got the response I wanted. I just looked at her, shrugged, and said it wasn't like that, that I had only a few hours to my lane and really couldn’t miss it.”

She looked at me and said,” Okay; at least you didn't leave money on the dresser”. She was going back to our time when she played my paid for girl for the night. I should have thought of that.

She then took a breath and said. “I know you need to go, but I need you to do me a favor first”.

“Sure – name it!”

“Eat me out the way you use to! We’ve done everything today; I want to make sure I get that!” And with that, she opened her robe, pulled out a chair, placed it against the wall, and sat down and spread her legs wide.

I was a bit worried, because even though I was really good at eating her out when we were together, I felt I was competing with her past life as a lesbian. I knelt down, and began to lick her pussy – just the way I did years ago. Up and down her slit, flicking her clit to get her going. I began to move my fingers into her c*nt, but she immediately protested; “No! No fingers! Just your tongue like you used to!” My current wife loves fingers in her tw*t, but to each his own I guess.

I continued to eat her out, and she started to get into it. Her ass began moving up and down, she began breathing heavily, and started to rub her tits. Her moving faster led me to eat her faster and faster, and she began pushing up and down. I felt her upper body moving around, and looked as she had managed to slip her robe completely off her top. I then stopped what I was doing and pulled away from her.

Panting, she asked what I was doing and why I stopped.

“ Look at you! Completely naked in your kitchen, your legs splayed wide open with one on the kitchen table, getting eaten out by a clothed guy you haven’t seen in thirty years! What a little sl*t your are!” And with that, I dove back in to her clit.

That did it. The idea of being naked with a clothed guy, recognizing she was really a sl*t, caused her to clench and scream with a huge orgasm. Her leg on the table shook the entire piece, almost knocking it over, and in the process knocked over a glass of water. It spilled everywhere. She settled down as I rubbed her seam and watch her little teacher body twitch. Looking at her being used like that made me think what her fellow teachers would think of her now.

After she came down, she got up to get a towel to clean things up. She went to grab the robe as she headed to another room, but I told her why put anything on, there’s nobody else here. Besides, I wanted to see that great ass move again! She smiled, walked away, and as she got to the room opening, she bent over and shook her ass at me, and began to laugh! That cute little move got me hard all over again.

She came back with a towel and cleaned things up. It was great to see her walking around naked, and made me think about her naked weekend as a lesbian sex toy. With me clothed and about to leave, I felt like I was her john – like the game we played years ago – and really thought about giving her a twenty or leaving it on her dresser. I didn’t though – I didn’t have time for a crying fight.

When she was finished, she came to give me a kiss good bye, again with nothing on. I realized this would be the last time I would see her, so as she hugged me, I began to push her shoulders down. She looked at me, and I said, “ Farewell gift?” and continued to slightly push her down toward the ground.

She smiled and without saying anything, slowly moved to her knees in front of me. She opened up my pants, pulled down my shorts, and began sucking. She didn't say anything. It was like it was her duty to give a blow job, to have sex on command with whoever asked. This really felt like she was a bought and paid for wh*r* – only this didn't cost me anything. She was in that zone where she would do just about anything - and I would use that later.

She moved her mouth up and down my cock up, grabbing my balls , and I began to grab her hair and pulling her head up and down my dick. “ That’s it baby, keep sucking. You like sucking my cock?”

“ Yeah, she said as she pulled off of it. “ I love it, I’m still your little cocksucker” She said the word she hardly ever said – all part of being in the horny zone. She proceeded to gobble my cock again.

I moved my hands over her face, and held her head still. She knew what I was doing. I started to face fuck her, and like a god little sl*t, she let her head still as I used that cute little mouth like her pussy. In and out, in and out, she just took it . I looked at her getting face fucked – she was kneeling naked in her kitchen, getting her mouth full of cock, gagging every once in while and spit dripping down her face onto her tits. A few hours before she was having lunchtime conversation with her school principal; now she was being treated like a common street wh*r*

She kept on going, and before long I felt had to come. I grabbed her hair and said ‘ Open your mouth!” She did without hesitation, and within a few seconds I came all over her face. Some went in her mouth, and like a good girl she kept it open. I shot strands of cum on her forehead and cheeks, and there were a few strands on her hair. When I was done, she began to clean my cock. I looked at my watch and realized I had to go.

I looked down at her and said “That’s a great good bye gift!. She looked up at me , her English teacher face covered in my cum, and I realized I could get another gift – a goodbye picture. I reached for my phone and realized I left it the other room. “Don't move!” I said. “I’ll be right back!”

When I got back, she was bent over the kitchen sink and washing off my work. She turned around and just said ,” I know you! Told you years ago –no pictures! You just have to remember it!” She walked over, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and said, “You’ll miss your plane”. She began to put on her robe, but I protested. She said I am not going to the door naked. She was reverting back to her old prim and proper self.

As we got to the door, I grabbed her hand and gave her deep kiss, and slipped my hand into the robe to squeeze a tit. She responded a bit, but pulled away and said you don't have time for this. With that, I opened the door, only to see a neighbor walking past her door. He looked at me and then saw my ex – in her bathrobe, with it being a bit pulled back from me grabbing her.

‘Hey, Carolyn! How’s it going!, he said and he stopped to stare at the both of us. My ex responded with Hi Tony how are you – but turning a bit red. I looked at this as a moment to keep her a bit embarrassed. I knew she would get hot from it.

“ I’m good, Tony; Um Tony this is, um, a, an old friend for college, Tony, this is Bob.” Now, this was the second time in the day she didn't introduce me as her ex, and for some reason, while it didn't bother me the first time, it did this time. So I decided to keep the conversation going as long as I could to raise the embarrassment level.

I ask him questions, found out he was in construction sales. He looked about mid forties, rugged type, good looking guy, probably Italian American. We were making small talk, and he seemed to want to keep my ex out in the open as well. He seemed to be staring at something, and then I realized what it was. My ex had washed off the cum from her face, but didn't get the cum strands off her hair. There were three noticeably long bit thin strands of my cum on the right side of her head, and while not huge, any guy would know exactly what they were.

I was enjoying this, but I really needed to get going. I said my goodbyes, and as I went in for a goodbye peck on the cheek, I leaned into her and said, “I think Tony enjoyed seeing your cum covered hair. He knows you sucked cock today!!" She pulled back a bit, looked at Tony as he waived goodbye, and she turned a bit flush, waved and closed the door. Tony and I walked down the stairs together.

“Looks like you had nice afternoon, huh?” He gave me a look like he saw the cum strands – which I new. I responded I did.

“What kind of old friends from college were you?” He asked as we walked into the parking lot.

I didn't want to say I was her ex husband, but I was bit annoyed by her denying our relationship, so I decided to pile on a bit.

“ Well, we were friends with benefits. In those days, it wasn’t called that, we were people who liked to fuck. I have to tell you, she was one great ass fuck! She loves that!

“You know, I knew it, Tony jumped in. “I love that ass of hers!. I have to tell you, though, I really thought she was a lesbian. That’s what I heard anyway.”

Okay – then my ex wasn't lying, either about the lesbian relationship or the rumors. “No”, I responded , “She’s not gay, but she does like women”. I figured why ruin his little fantasy.

Tony then said, ‘ I always thought she was hot, even for an older women. Thought she would be really great fuck”. He talked like a guy who was leering after someone in a bar, and talking to me like I was an old army buddy, and that got me thinking.

And this is where this really takes off, where my ex got to make her career change…

The Last Time - Part 6
 

I stopped and turned to him. ‘Tell you what, Tony. You do what I say and you may get to experience that today She was turned on by you seeing her with cum in her hair, and knowing what she had just done. My guess is she’s still hot, and in that mood, she’ll usually do anything!"

He looked at me and said he was in.

I told him to follow me to my car as I called my ex. True to form, she answered quickly – I knew she was still hot and maybe even playing with herself.

“Hello?”

“What are you wearing?’ I said the same line from when we played the game when she played hooker.

“ Just what you saw me in.” She paused a bit and said, ‘Where are you? On the road yet?

“No, I am outside in the parking lot. Go to your den window and you can see me.” Her window looked out to the parking lot, and there was nothing after that but a big open field and power lines. I motioned for Tony to hide behind my car.

She looked out the curtains, saw me, and waved. I then said to her – so Tony could her me – “I had a great afternoon today”

She responded she had as well .

I kept it up. “I really loved when you handed me your panties in the restaurant – you going commando in public!” I looked at Tony and he just smiled.

“Oh, I knew that would get you!”

“How about a quick look under that robe?”

“ Oh, no, I don’t think so. My neighbors might see”. She said no, but the sound of her voice told me she was thinking about it.

“ There’s nobody out here. And it’s dusk – no one can see. Open that robe a bit and let me see those titties.”

She looked around a bit, smiled a little wicked smile, and she opened up the top of the robe.

“ Shake them, shake those titties” And she did.

“ Do your remember the time you put on a show for those guys? Stripped an played with yourself until they shot their cum all over their bedroom window?

I looked over at Tony. He was looking intently at my ex. Listening to me talk about her exploits, and then whispered, : She’s twisting those nipples”. Sure enough, that memory got my ex to start playing with herself.

“That’s it baby”, I said, “ Give me that show! Start playing with that sweet little pussy of yours”

And, like clockwork, her hand dropped into her bush and she began to rub her clit while one hand rubbed her tits. You could hear her breathing heavy over the phone.

As she starting grinding her hand into her pussy, I got a wicked idea. I called Tony over and told him my phone number – and to text me his number. I then said to head to her condo and leave their building door open.

He looked at me kind of confused. I sai , “ Look, go to her door and knock hard – my guess is that she’ll stop and get the door. You get in and see what you can do. My guess is that she’ll still be hot you won’t have any trouble fucking her. And – keep her front door open- so I can join in. Right after you knock – call me so I can get an idea of when to come in and see how far you got.” He agreed and ran toward the buildings.

I watched my ex put on a window show, and she continued to grind, now with one hand rubbing her clit and another hand’s two fingers jamming up her c*nt. I figured I’d keep up the dirty talk to keep her going.“ Yeah bay, fuck your c*nt!! Another window show – you really could have been a great sex worker!” I saw her speed up a bit, and just then heard several loud knocks over the phone. Tony made it to that door in record time. She got startled, stopped and quickly closed her robe.

“ I have someone at the door! I, I have to go.! And with that , she hung up, and my phone rang with a call from Tony. ‘I picked up and said she’s on her way – and don't hang up, just put the phone in your pocket.

A few seconds later, I hear say who is it, and Tony said it was him, and to open up. Through a muffled speaker I heard my ex open the door and say, “Tony, what’s, the matter”, and before anything else I heard rustling and then muffled noises.

It wasn’t clear, but what I heard was, ““Tony what are you..” and muffled noises and what sounded like mouths were covered. It was clear he grabbed her and was hard kissing her.

They broke again, and it seemed there was movement. I then heard him say, “ You liked teasing me this afternoon. Cum in your hair, open bathrobe flashing your tits, you wanted me to fuck you didn't you” and with that, I heard my ex let out a welp.

‘That’s it! You like my fingers in your c*nt don’t you!. Move up and down on them, you little b*tch!’ Tell me you want me to fuck you! Come one tell me you want to get fucked.

I heard my ex breathing hard, whimpering a bit, and she quietly squeal , “Yes, fuck me. I want you to fuck me!! I then heard movement and that was my cue to get upstairs. I got to the building and it was slightly open, bolted up the stairs to her apartment door, and that was slightly open as well. As I got to the door, you could hear two people fucking – including the sound of someone’s ass getting slapped. My guess it wasn’t Tony’s.

I made my way toward the sounds from the bedroom, and for the first time I saw my ex get fucked by someone other than me. She was on her knees getting fucked from behind. Tony was rough, hands on her hips pulling her back and forth, telling her she was a b*tch and she had wanted him to fuck her since he moved is. She put her head on the bed and said yes. He slapped her ass a few times and then said to her. ‘ “Tell me you're my b*tch” She just yelled out, “Yes, I’m your b*tch! I’m your b*tch!!” He slapped her ass again, and she told Tony to keep fucking her like a b*tch.

As she blurted that out, I walked in and said, “ I leave for ten minutes and you can’t wait to fuck someone!”. Her expression was priceless! She looked me, dumbfounded, and then exploded with a huge orgasm! She realized she was performing a sex show for an audience – again!

After she finished cumming, I sat near her head and stroked her hair as Tony continued to fuck her from behind. I said to Tony, “ Tony, she lied to you earlier”, and with that he slapped her ass again and called her a lying b*tch.

“Yea, you see”,I said, “ I’m not just a friend from college. I was her first husband. And – that little show she did today in the window, she did that before when we were married. Didn't you dear?’

My ex grunted, “Yes, I did a sex show in a window for a bunch of guys across the way! I made the cum as they watched me get fucked and get facials."

I looked at Tony and he was smiling, he knew the quiet older English teacher next store was a lot wilder than even he imagined. And he was about to find out. “Maybe we should tell Tony more of your sex adventures?”

My ex quickly responded no, but Tony slapped her ass one more time and said he wanted to hear, so I continued.

“ Tell me, did you ever have sex with one of your students? That got his attention – Tony actually stopped fucking my ex – this sounded like a really good story.

My ex squealed out yes. She closed her eyes, knowing she was gong to have to relive all of her sl*ttiest moments with a neighbor. Nothing would be secret anymore. And she was getting turned on knowing that others would know what a sl*t she could be.

“ You blew him in a drive in didn't you?’

Yes”

“And why did you do that”

“ My ex stammered out, ‘Because he saw me blowing you, and in order to keep him quiet, you had me blow him for his silence”

So – you traded your body for silence?

“Yes”

“ Kind of like getting paid for it, huh”

My ex was grunting and just muttered out yes. Tony was incredulous, and so was I as he still hadn’t come yet.

“ So you played hooker that night?”

“ I did!”

“ Did you ever play hooker again”

There was silence, she didn't want to open that box again.

Tony said,” I bet she did: then slapped her ass, and said “Tell me wh*r*, did you?

“ Yes, He gave me money throughout the day to do sex tricks, to go commando at school, to expose myself in the window, to fuck dildos like they were my customers. “She was panting even heavier as she recalled this.

Then I started for the kill. ‘”And what did you say you wanted to do? She looked up at me with a lustful stare. She was gong to have to admit to others what her real life fantasy was.

“What did you say you wanted to do with your career? What did you want to be?”

“ That I wanted to be a high class hooker! I wanted to work parties! Gets lots of money for fucking men! Be their paid for wh*r*!

Tony kept fucking her but I could tell he was getting close, ‘ English teacher turned prostitute! Holy fuck!!”

She was breathing heavy, hadn’t quite come yet - and as an almost throw line, I said, “You know, ‘ I said, it is too bad I don't know anyone around here anymore. You could live that right now!

“I do!” Tony piped in. ‘ I know some guys who would love to pay for her!

I looked at him, then her. “Would you like that? You want Tony to call his friends so they can pay for you to be their party toy?

My ex blurted out, “Yes! Yes, I want to do that!” and she raised her ass higher as tony grabbed each side of her hips even harder.

“ Can you get them here?”, I asked

“ Yea, I was headed to their place to watch football. They can be here in fifteen. Four of them?

“Well, Carolyn, how about it? Six guys enough? Say 100 dollars a man?

“Yes! Yes! “ she said as she now was getting fucked and was about to get paid for her first gangbang.

“ Call them Tony”. He pointed to his phone – and mind you, he is still fucking my ex, but had slowed down, and put a call in.,

“ Joe? Tony. Well, something came up. I’m at this little teacher’s house who happens to turn tricks on the side. She wants a gangbang. Come over to my place and each of you bring $100. It will be worth it.”

And with that, my ex had moved from horny English teacher to paid for hooker. We had arranged for her first customers.

He handed the phone to me and said everything is set. He pulled out of my ex, still hadn’t cum, and said he’d wait until the guys got there to finish off. My ex was laying there, and slowly lowered her well fucked ass of the bed. She was essentially a b*tch in heat, panting and waiting for the next cock to fill her. Then she rolled over and slid off the bed and looked at both us.

“You two go in the other room, I need to get ready.” We didn't know what she was planning to do, so we started into the other room. “Oh, and by the way, put your money on the dresser now. You have to pay too. Earlier today was a freebie”. I knew what she was doing. She was doing what she had done when we played that game so many years ago, only this time it was with real men with real cocks, and I didn’t think she knew what she as in for. But we each pulled out 100 and laid it in the dresser.

Tony walked out first and I stood there for a second. I got a weird feeling in my stomach, that we shouldn’t be doing this, that she really didn't want to do this, it was only the horniness level and when she came down a bit she wouldn't be wiling to do it, and then hate herself for it. So I sat next to her, held her hand and said , Look, you don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want. We can easily call those guys and tell them not to come”.

She replied, “ No, I want to do this. Ever since that night I secretly dreamed of a group of guys paying for me. I've kept that buried for such a long time. Now it can actually happen. I doubt if I'll ever get this chance again. So I’m fine. Go and wait in the other room. I need to get ready for my customers."

And so began that night into utter paid debauchery for my ex…