[oney3232]

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.