A few people turned and gave Lexi strange looks on the bus. Without her wig, it was more obvious that she wasn’t a real woman. But Lexi just smiled back. A few weird looks never hurt anyone. She was just excited to finally be out of the house, in daylight, feeling the summer breeze on her bare legs, drifting up the skirt of her light dress.
She didn’t just get weird looks. She got supportive looks from some people, and she even got a few flirty looks from a few different guys who hopped onto the bus. There was one guy who kept looking at her as if he couldn’t look away. When Lexi caught him looking, his cheeks turned red and he smiled. Lexi would have stuck around to get his number had she not been in a rush. She got off the bus as soon as it stopped at the courthouse and then she sprinted into the courthouse as fast as she could.
CHAPTER XIII
Sarah’s lawyer was about to read his closing statements when the courtroom door swung open. Everyone looked back and saw the girl from the videos standing in the doorway—the girl Sarah’s lawyer had just spent forty-five minutes insisting was not real. Even Barry’s lawyer was starting to believe that she wasn’t real. But now there was no mistaking it—she was real.
The judge recognized her immediately from the tapes which Barry’s lawyer showed at the beginning of the hearing. “You must be Lexi Taylor,” he said, peering over his glasses at her.
“Yes, Your Honour,” she said. “I’d like to make a statement quickly, if I may.”
Sarah’s lawyer stood up. “Objection. The hearing is over, judge. I hardly think it’s fair to allow the young lady to testify.”
“I’ll allow it,” the judge said. Barry was sitting upright now. He knew Lexi could be his saving grace, and he knew she could be the final nail in his coffin. As far as he knew, she was just there to tell the court everything he did to try and get her to testify. Barry had no idea whether or not her statement would land him in a small cell in a prison outside of town.
He watched her as she walked down the isle towards the stand. She looked over at him briefly with a little smile—just enough to let him know that it would all be okay. His heart jumped up into his throat and a warmth filled his body. He hid his trembling hands under the desk and watching along with everyone else as Lexi told the court that she’d been in a relationship with Barry for nearly three years. The room became silent. Sarah’s lawyer tried to object over and over, but the judge kept allowing Lexi to speak. And she spoke a lot—she had a whole backstory invented, which all sounded genuine.
Sarah stood up and started screaming. The judge told her to take a seat or he would have her dismissed. She bit her tongue and spent the rest of the hearing scowling at Barry.
The judge made his ruling: Barry owed nothing. Barry was even given the option to counter-sue Sarah for wasted time and lawyer fees, but he chose not to. He was just happy to be free from her.
Barry met up with Lexi outside of the courthouse. “I don’t have the money on me,” Barry said. “But I can get it to you tonight.”
“I told you to keep your money,” she said.
He stared into her eyes. He’d never seen her in daylight before. She really was beautiful, even without her long blonde hair, and even without much makeup. She truly was born to be a woman. “Why did you decide to save me?”
“Because you saved me,” she said.
Barry smiled, his cheeks turning red. He wasn’t sure what she meant, but she ended up telling him all about it over dinner, and then he told her all about Sarah over drinks. Barry paid for everything, and he kept insisting that she take his money to make things even. “Looking back, I can’t believe I blackmailed you like that. I was just so desperate,” he said.
“I secretly liked it,” Lexi said with a cute giggle. “Though I wasn’t too pleased when that guy was trying to pull me out to his car.”
“Yeah, I didn’t like that either.”
“But I was happy you were there to save me,” she said. And then they kissed. They kissed for a few minutes, until the bartender interrupted, asking if they wanted more to drink.
“We’re okay,” Barry said to the bartender. Then he turned back to Lexi. “So I’ve seen your place. Do you want to see my place?”
“Sure.”
They continued kissing once they were on the bus. Barry didn’t mind the weird looks he got from people who could tell Lexi wasn’t entirely female. As far as Barry was concerned, Lexi was all woman. He didn’t care what was between her legs—it made no difference. At the end of the day, there was still a hole for him to explore.
And he explored it that night, in his bedroom, after Lexi spent twenty minutes digging through the garbage bags Barry never threw out. She pulled out the lacy black and white French maid outfit and put it on. “This was the first outfit you bought for me,” she said.
“When you first wore it was the first moment I realized I was obsessed with you,” Barry said. They continued to kiss. Barry lowered her down onto the bed and allowed his hands to explore her body. He slipped one hand down between her legs and found himself massaging her bulge until it was long and hard and warm and throbbing. Then he slipped it out and sunk down to suck it.
Lexi moaned, running her fingers through his hair, grabbing handfuls and squeezing. She even started thrusting her cock gently in and out of Barry’s mouth, as if he was one of the many sex toys he’d bought for her.
He sat up and flipped her over, and then he spread her butt cheeks wide so he could see her puckering asshole. He pressed the tip of his cock against the hole and told her to relax. She squirmed and groaned a bit as he sunk in deep, but in the end, she took it like a champ. His cock wasn’t nearly as big as the giant black dildo he’d bought her a few weeks before.
“Oh God,” she moaned as he sunk the whole length of his cock into her ass. She kept repeating it once he started pumping her tush. “You’re going to make me come,” she said as she grabbed a pillow with both hands.
“Good,” Barry said. “You can make a mess of my sheets. I’ve got more.”
He kept pumping, faster and faster, holding back as long as he could as she moaned louder and louder. He pulled her up onto her knees so he could watch from over her shoulder as she finally burst, coating his bed with strands of warm cum. He’d seen her cum many times on his camera, but never up close in person. It was much better watching from up close.
He was only able to hold on for another twenty seconds. He dug his fingertips into her sides and he unloaded deep in her asshole. She screamed as he filled her with his hot load, and then they both fell down on his cum-splattered sheets to catch their breath.
THE END
YOUNG MAN WANTED
Friends and classmates, Mark, Sheldon, and Tyler, discover a classified ad posted by a middle-aged man, looking for a young man to have dirty relations with his wife. Not only is he offering his beautiful, mature wife, but he’s also offering five thousand dollars. Mark, the tall, strapping jock of the group, doesn’t care if it might be a scam—he’s not about to miss his chance. He submits himself for the job then receives an e-mail saying that he’s not the type the poster and his wife are looking for.
Tyler, the small, scrawny computer nerd of the group finds himself home alone and bored the next night. A curiosity overwhelms him, so he decides to create a fake alias and submit himself, and then he finds himself being invited over to a house not too far from his own. The hot wife is real, and so is the five thousand dollars. But there might just be a very sissy reason why Tyler fit the bill and not Mark.
CHAPTER I
It was a Thursday afternoon when Mark found the advertisement posted on the local classifieds website. He didn’t hesitate in showing it to his friends. “Can you believe this?” he said with a giant grin on his face.
Tyler and Sheldon looked closely at the ad, reading it over a couple of times before believing what they were seeing. Grins crossed their faces. “Did you click on the picture?” Sheldon asked.
“Yeah, of course I did. She’s kind of hot.
Not a ten out of ten by any means, but she ain’t bad.” He clicked on the link in the ad, pulling up a picture of a beautiful woman, aged somewhere in her early forties. Her breasts were still perky and her skin was still tight in most places. There were some wrinkles under her chin and some wrinkles on the hand she was using to cover her bare pussy.
“It’s fake,” Tyler said, looking away from the photo. He looked around to make sure no one was watching. If a teacher saw them looking at that photo, it would mean detention until graduation, and then Tyler’s parents would probably ground him on top of it. But the library was empty. Even the librarian was gone for lunch. So Tyler looked back at the computer screen, just as Mark was zooming in on the woman’s crotch. He was sure that a bit of pussy could be seen between two of her fingers, but to Tyler, it just looked like shadow.
“The girl or the ad?” Mark asked.
“I don’t know. The ad for sure. The girl is probably just a picture some guy found on the Internet. Try back-searching it.”
Mark looked back at Tyler with a confused glare. So Tyler reached over and performed the back-search himself, which was a simple right-click and then a left click on ‘Search Google for Image’. But the search brought up no results. “Maybe it’s been cropped or something,” Tyler said. And Mark looked back and gave him that same confused glare.
“I think it’s real,” Mark said.
“Tyler has a point,” Sheldon chimed in. “Who would offer a guy five grand to fuck a good looking lady? He could probably make a post saying ‘fuck my wife, no pay’ and he would probably still get one hundred applicants. So why offer five grand?”
Mark nodded his head from side to side, considering the possibility. “Well I’m still going to apply, even if it is fake. I mean—why would someone fake it?”
“You’re going to apply?” Tyler said, but he wasn’t surprised. Mark was always trying to get laid, even during the most inappropriate times. A year back, he read an article online that said women are horniest during ovulation. So he created a detailed calendar, marking just about every girl in our school’s periods. He then did the math to figure out when they would be ovulating. Though his plan didn’t work very well, seeing as his idea of marking their periods was to write their name on the date when they were being particularly bitchy. The calendar didn’t end up getting him any closer to any pussy.
“It’s probably some sort of scam,” Sheldon said.
“Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just free money and free pussy. It’s not like I’m giving them my real name or my credit card information. Don’t you guys ever wonder if there’s actually a Nigerian prince out there looking for someone to hold his many millions of dollars?”
“No,” Sheldon and Tyler said in almost perfect unison.
Sheldon reached over and clicked on the picture again. He looked closely. “I will admit that she’s kind of hot, if you’re into milfs.”
Tyler found himself looking around again, keeping an eye on that library entrance. He wished they weren’t at a computer facing the door. “Just close the picture,” he said without turning back to the computer screen. Lunch break was almost over and the librarian would be back at any minute. When he looked back at the computer screen, Mark had his e-mail client open. He was writing an e-mail to the poster of the classified ad. “You really are submitting yourself…”
“Yeah. And once I get laid, I’m going to rub it in your faces for the rest of the year. You guys are going to wish that you replied to the ad.”
Tyler watched as Mark attached a picture of himself, taken from Facebook. It wasn’t a flattering photo, but Mark liked it. In the photo, he was on a fishing boat wearing a pair of Oakley sunglasses, with a big toothy grin as he held up a large fish. He didn’t even read through his own e-mail before pressing ‘send’. Tyler didn’t bother pointing out all of Mark’s typos.
When Tyler got home that night, he found himself curiously wandering over to that classified ad. He had to do a bit of digging to find it, as the ad had already become buried in garage sale alerts and closing sale notifications. He found himself staring at that picture again, with his bedroom door closed and locked in case his older sister decided to let herself in, which she did from time to time, usually to borrow his phone charger or one of the books from his collection.
He tried back-searching the image again, with no luck. So he tried saving the photo to his computer. He then uploaded it to a more comprehensive image searching website, but the only result that came up was that classified ad. He even tried searching the image in a few different archive search engines—but nothing came up.
Maybe the image was legitimate—maybe the guy really did post a picture of his wife. But that didn’t mean that the ad was legitimate. It still could have been some sort of bait—some guy creating a list of morons to humiliate (with Mark at the top of the list), or it could have been something much more sinister—maybe a serial killer luring victims into the woods. Something about the post didn’t seem right. Sheldon made a good point earlier: why would the guy need to offer five thousand dollars? It was true: most single guys would probably have paid money for the legitimate opportunity to fuck some guy’s pretty wife.
Tyler looked back at his door, just to make sure it was still closed and locked, and then he found himself looking at that photo again. The woman was sexy in a milf kind of way. The wrinkles on her hands and neck only made her sexier. She had a confident grin and stunning hazel eyes. She looked a bit drunk in the photo, with one eye slightly more open than the other—but even that added to her sex appeal. And zoomed out, it really did look like a bit of her pussy was showing between her pointer and middle finger, but zoomed in, it wasn’t so clear. It probably was just a shadow trick.
Tyler couldn’t help but think of all the cool stuff he could buy with five thousand dollars. He was in desperate need of a gym pass. All of his friends frequented the gym, but Tyler’s parents told him he had to get a job if he wanted a gym pass. But he had no time for a job with school. Plus most decent-paying jobs weren’t hiring short, scrawny guys like Tyler.
But he wouldn’t even need a job with five grand. Five grand was far more money than he’d ever had in his life. He could probably stretch it over an entire year—maybe two if he kept living with his parents after graduation. He could buy any book he wanted, maybe even a new computer for college. Hell, he could probably pay for his first year of college with the five grand. And all he had to do was fuck some guy’s pretty wife…
But he knew it was too good to be true.
CHAPTER II
Mark kept refreshing his e-mail inbox every ten minutes. Over the course of the day, he’d convinced himself that the ad was real: that there really was a man in his town offering five thousand dollars to a young man to rail his sexy milf of a wife. It maybe seemed too good to be true to Tyler and Sheldon, but that was just because they were jealous that they didn’t find the ad first—though Mark suspected they replied to the ad as soon as they got home.
The ad had only been up for five minutes when Mark replied to it, though he wasn’t sure that would be good enough. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find out fifteen guys replied before him. Maybe he should spend more time on the local classified site—maybe that would give him a better chance the next time a ‘fuck my wife’ ad popped up.
Mark didn’t care so much about the money. He didn’t plan on going to college after graduation and he didn’t plan on travelling or moving out from his parents’ house. His parents had just finished putting in a pool and a hot tub, and the fridge was always stocked with snacks and drinks. His parents let him throw parties whenever he wanted to throw parties, and they had enough money to maintain that lifestyle for the next one hundred and fifty years (Mark had done the math). Mark was an only child, so he knew the inheritance was coming his was in twenty to forty years. He didn’t mind living with his parents until then.
Tyler and Sheldon occasionally gave him shit for his non-aspirations. They always told him
that he should go to college and try to make his own fortune, but Mark always thought it would be a pointless waste of time: years and years of early mornings and late nights, just to fight with millions of other young men for the few jobs that were left in the country. No thanks. Mark had abandoned his ego a long time ago. He was perfectly content sitting by the pool while refreshing his e-mail client.
It was early in the evening when he clicked the refresh button and an e-mail actually popped up. He perked up and clicked on the new message. It was a reply from the ad poster. He had a big smile on his face until he started reading the message. “I’m sorry but you aren’t what we’re looking for. Thank you for submitting.” Mark read the message again, to make sure he hadn’t misread it the first time.
How could he not be what they were looking for? He was a young man, which was the only description they gave. He had a great body thanks to many, many days spent at the gym. He’d been told that he had the face of a model. So how could he not be what they were looking for?
Mark decided to reply, this time attaching a new picture of himself at the beach, without a shirt on. He was flexing his muscles in the photo—maybe the guy just needed to see a picture of his impressive physique.
An hour later, he received another reply. “I’m sorry, but we aren’t looking for your type.” Mark was shocked and outraged. He tried to think of a reply, but his mind was blank. He couldn’t believe he’d been rejected. He’d never been rejected before. He stared blankly at the screen with parted lips until an idea finally came to him.
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