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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.