by Jason Lenov
"Oh, oh, oh, yes!" she squealed. Her back came up off the bed. Then the rest of her. Her thighs rose up against my cheeks until she was practically holding a "V" shape with her tiny, tight body. "Ah!" The scream came hard and loud, releasing the tension that had built inside her and making her slam back against the bed.
hot juice started to splash out of her pussy hole, coating my chin and neck.
My jaw was ready to lock but still I kept sucking and flicking, sucking and flicking, trying to make this the best damn orgasm she'd ever had.
She took a fistful of hair on either side of my head and started thrashing my face against her cunt, up and down, trying to mop up the last delicious shivers of pleasure with my mouth.
My jaw gave out. Like, I just couldn't move it any more. So I just sort of kept my tongue stuck out, trying to keep it a hard muscle for her until she let go of my head and flopped down onto the bed, panting.
Finally. It was my turn.
"Was that good baby?" I whispered. It even hurt to talk.
"Mmm, yeah. Thanks." Jessie opened her eyes just as I sank between her legs.
I was about to lean in and kiss her when her face twisted into disgust. "Ew, Scott, gross! You're...you're covered in...ugh!" She pushed my cheek away to one side.
She wasn't into super filthy sex.
"Here, hold on," she said, pushing me out from in between her legs.
Oh no! Come on! Not a blow job! I mean, I didn't mind, it's just that I really needed to feel the inside of her right now.
But a blow job was not to be. Nope. She rolled over onto her stomach, propped herself up on her elbows and pushed her ass out, offering me her pussy, just the other way.
Sweet.
Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I pulled her ass cheek to one side and shoved my throbbing erection against her sloppy slit. Hot, clear juice seeped from her as I pressed my flesh against her meat. I felt a shudder travel up my spine then, relaxing my thighs, sank my cock into my wife.
Oh sweet and holy creation that was her pussy. She was so tight around my dick that it felt like she sucked me inside. Her two perfectly symmetrical, perfectly fleshy and perfectly round flaps formed a nice seal on either side of my shaft as I started to fuck.
I held myself up with my arms, grunting above her and straining not to release to soon. It was almost next to impossible. I was so infatuated with her, so enamoured with her and so undersexed by her that when I finally saw her naked it was usually a three minute show.
Today was no different. I felt the churning of my own bubbling seed start to move into my shaft as my balls tightened up beneath my legs. I felt my cock flex inside her, felt the hot, velvety walls of her pussy squeeze me in return. Soon, so soon, I'd be blasting my cum all over those hot walls.
Jessie was...being patient, or something. Vaginal sex didn't really do it for her so much, which is why she loved it when I sucked her tits and went down on her. But she let me do it because she knew I loved it and that was cool. I didn't mind that she didn't seem into it and I didn't want her to act it out for me, porn-star style. So she usually just did her thing while I did mine up inside her.
This particular thing had never happened before, though.
A few moments before I was about to come, I heard a familiar little jingle. It was her phone. It was on the nightstand and it had just jingled that she'd received a text.
I saw her head turn slightly, but she must have realized that would be crossing a line.
It did cross some line for me, but not the one you'd expect. The thought of her actually considering picking up her cell phone while I was fucking her was, strangely, incredibly hot. I don't know what I was thinking when I said it. I guess I wasn't.
"Do you want to get that?" I mumbled between grunts.
Jessie turned around to try and look at me. "Are...are you serious?" she whispered.
"Um..." I was getting close just talking about it. "If you want."
Jessie's mouth opened as she contemplated what might be happening. Then, with me still sawing into her, she reached over for the phone, picked it up and punched in the code to unlock.
I don't know what the hell was so exciting about it. Does anyone really know where these things come from? There we were, husband and wife. The thought that, after having used me to get off, she was now checking her phone while I rutted my way up to a climax inside of her was just...
BLAM!
"Oh fuck!" I shouted as my even thrusts disintegrated into spurts and fitful jerks. My cock started spewing splash after splash of hot spunk into her sweet pussy and the tickle that had been swelling between my legs burst, flooding my brain with dopamine. I shuddered as I looked up and saw Jessie, seemingly oblivious of my ascension, happily tapping out a response to the text she'd received. How the fuck could that be hot?
"Ugh," I grunted as the flood of pleasure chemicals retreated. I collapsed onto her and quickly rolled off so she didn't get mad that I was crushing her with my weight. I looked over just in time to see her putting the cell phone back on the bed.
Jess looked over at me and wrinkled her nose. "That was funny," she said, sounding a little shy.
"Yeah," I replied. "I guess."
"Do you mind if I go to Sarah's place for dinner?" she asked. "She's having some of the other girls over."
I sighed, closed my eyes and put a hand to my forehead. The easiest thing to do would be just to let her go. It's just...we had to have this talk. "Baby," I said, trying to sound non-threatening.
"What?"
"I've got to...we've got to talk."
"About what?" she said. I could hear the irritation in her voice already, the slightly higher pitch, the tightened throat.
"About money."
Tsk. Sigh. Eye roll.
Every single time, the same thing.
"Scott, not again!"
Chapter 3
"Baby I'm sorry, I know you hate talking about this but..."
Jess rolled over and turned her back to me. This was how it always went. Jess didn't like to work. Or, she did, for a while but then every single job she got, she'd bail on after a few months. Either it was too boring or it was too busy or it was too something.
For a while after we got married I didn't mind. It was kind of fun being master and provider. Coming home to a wife that had just been lounging around all day or going for lunch with her girlfriends. The problem was I didn't make the kind of money that would afford us that life.
Don't get me wrong. I'd have loved to do that for her. It was kind of sexy, her being a kept woman. What wasn't sexy was the pile of bills stacked next to the computer. Deciding which one to be late on was not my idea of sexy.
I reached out and touched her shoulder.
She shrugged it off with a grumbling noise.
If at first you don't succeed...I ran my fingers along her back. "Baby, come on," I said quietly.
Jess spun around and glared. "Why do you always have to bring this up?"
"I don't always have to bring this up. I only bring it up when, you know, things get a little tight."
Like they were all the time.
"So I guess you want me to get another job then?" she said, pouting.
"Well, maybe you could try something different. I know the bakery didn't work out." Or the hardware store. Or the florist. The trouble was, even though Jess had a college degree, it was in International Relations and she wasn't the kind of girl that would want to become a diplomat.
"Okay. You got any bright ideas?"
Ugh. Why the fuck was this my job anyways? Oh whatever, I'd married it. Now I had to deal. "What do you like to do?" I asked.
"I like sleeping," Jess said, the first hint of a smile curling the corner of her mouth.
"Okay..."
"I like reading Cosmo," she said, turning the smile into something a little flirtier.
Oh no. Unh-uh. I wasn't going to fall for that. She always tried this. It was her secret weapon, to try and sex her way out
of these conversations.
But I was in my window. The tiny little slice of time right after I'd had an orgasm where I didn't have to blindly follow my dick. "Reading," I said, backing away from her a little bit on the bed.
"Reading?" she asked.
"Reading. You like reading. What about, I don't know, what if you tried doing something like editing, maybe?"
"Editing?" She said it in a sort of half-snarl.
"Yeah, editing. Maybe there's a course you can take or..."
"Scott," she sighed, "I don't want to do any more school. I told you that."
Well fuck me. "Look, I know you don't want to do more school but if you don't I'm pretty sure all you'll be able to find is retail. And let's face it the last few retail jobs didn't really work out."
Jess rolled her eyes at me again. Whatever good will I'd earned from humoring her little jokes was gone. "I just...it's so boring going to school. All those classrooms and desks. I just start falling asleep!"
A thought struck me. "What about shopping?"
"Shopping?"
"Yeah, like aren't there professional shoppers or something? You could shop for someone, buy their clothes and stuff."
"Oh my God," she said, flopping her head back on the pillow, "that would like, kill the last fun thing in my life! If I had to shop for someone else?"
"You could make money though. Then you could use that money to shop for you!"
"Unh-uh," she replied. "No way. That one's off limits."
Fucking fuck. Off limits my ass. I started feeling an anger burning inside me. The last thing I wanted was for us to have a fight. That would probably end with her coming home with more bags of shit she bought.
"Scottie?" she whispered.
"Huh?"
"Can I go to Sarah's now?"
I stifled a groan. Whatever. This was obviously not getting figured out tonight. "Fine. Go. Have a good time."
Jess squealed, kissed my cheek, then launched herself out of bed and dashed across to the bathroom.
As soon as the door slammed shut I let the groan come out. What the fuck was I going to do?
Once Jess had left I got into my bathrobe, went downstairs and poured myself a whisky sour. I shuffled into the office and tried to surf but it was going nowhere.
Porn? Nah. Just had sex.
News? Too fucking depressing.
Reddit? Nope. They'd changed the algorithm and top stories would stick around for days. I took a sip of my drink, found my way to google and typed "how to make money online."
Make Money Online! Find out how this mom makes $3000 a week!
Three Easy Steps to Making Money Online. Follow these three easy steps and quit your job!
Pages and pages of this shit. I guess there was good money to be made selling people bad advice. Then something caught my eye. It wasn't flashing text. No exclamation marks. Not in all caps. Maybe it was how normal it looked that got my attention.
Sell your underwear online.
I almost snorted my drink. That would be the fucking day. There was no way in hell Jess would ever go for anything like that. But the post-sex window had long ago closed and I started thinking with my cock again. What the hell, if nothing else I could fap to it, right?
Clicked.
It was a blog. Written by some anonymous girl (who, knowing the internet might have been an old, hairy guy) claiming that she was making thirty-thousand bucks a year selling used panties, along with other items, online.
I read through a bit. It actually didn't seem completely preposterous. I'd heard about it once from a couple of college buddies, that there was a market for this stuff. I guess I never really thought there would be that much of a market for it. Thirty grand? Shit.
I scrolled down the page and found some links she'd posted to places where you could sell this stuff. Clicking through, I realized there really was a whole dirty, filthy market for this stuff. With the amount of people selling, there had to be.
The deeper I got into my drink, the more my mind started to wander. Of course there was no way that Jess would ever go for something like this, I knew that much. But still, there was something enticing about fantasizing about the possibility that she might.
It was one of the weirdest boners I'd ever gotten, thinking about Jess selling her used panties online. All she'd have to do is wear them for a day or two, then stick them in the mail and ka-ching!
I started thinking about some dude sitting on his couch on some other corner of the planet, unwrapping the package that contained my wife's used underwear.
And you know what? It was fucking hot.
Maybe because it was so dirty, I don't know. Maybe it was just the craziness of it, but man. I blew my load so hard and there wasn't even any porn playing. Just thinking about Jess doing something like that blew my mind.
Then, after I was all done, it didn't go away. Usually after an orgasm I had the window, right? Well there was no damn window this time. My mind went right back to thinking about it. Obsessively.
Jess could go for days without showering. She did it all the time. If she didn't have to be anywhere she'd sometimes hang out wearing the same clothes, sleeping in the same clothes, then wearing them again the next day. I know, she seems more prudish than that and she'd kill me if I ever said anything, but it was true.
It didn't take too long before I realized there was a hamper full of dirty Jess clothes in the bedroom. I slammed the rest of my drink and practically ran out of the office.
Standing there staring at the plastic laundry hamper, I started to laugh. The idea that this was an actual gold mine just waiting to be sold off was preposterous and hilarious and a huge turn on at the same time. I stuffed my hand in and dug through the clothes until I came up with a pretty little purple thong.
I turned the underwear slowly inside out. A shiver ran down my back. There was creamy yellow staining the fabric. I brought it up to my nose and sniffed.
My cock roared to life. It was the most dank, bittersweet tangy smell I'd ever had the pleasure of breathing in. It was Jess, my wife, except distilled to her essence. A reduction of the juices that flowed from between her legs every day.
The smell of her, combined with how filthy what I was doing was, was enough to make me completely hard. I was savouring another lungful of her salty smell when the idea occurred to me for the first time.
If, in some alternate universe, I ever told Jess about this and she went along with it, that would mean...
A thick column of jealous fear formed inside me. One that hardened my cock completely and almost made me gasp.
If that were ever to happen, if Jess did something like this, that would mean that at some point it wouldn't just be me smelling her filthy underwear. It would be some other man.
Something shifted in my mind. It felt like stepping into a room in a house that I hadn't ever known was there. It was a calm and quiet place and decorated by only one single thought.
The thought of Jess with another man.
Inhaling deeply again, I whipped my cock out and stroked another one out.
By the time Jess walked through the front door I was four drinks and three orgasms into the night.
"What are you doing?" she asked, standing in the open door.
"What?"
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
I felt my mouth twist into a leering grin. Whatever. I'd already decided the only thing to lose was a few days of sex and that would definitely be worth the look on her face when I told her what I'd done. "How was dinner?" I asked, still staring at her.
"Fine," she said, cautiously starting to take off her jacket. She could tell something was up. "What'd you do?"
"I found something," I said, still grinning.
"You did?" she asked.
"Yup," I replied, my voice smug.
"Okay. Was it a dead mouse?"
"Nope."
Tsk. Eye roll. Sigh. "Scott, you're being creepy. Are you going to tell me what it is?"
&n
bsp; I felt a warm glee rush through me at what I was about to say. "I found a way for you to make money."
Her eyes lit up. "You did?"
"I did."
"Scott!" she barked. "Tell me! You're making me mad."
A chuckle crawled up out of my throat. I rubbed my hands together like a madman, about to reveal his plan of world domination. "You can sell your underwear online."
Just like I thought she would, Jess gasped. Then her mouth started to twist into a disgusted sneer.
I braced for the coming tirade.
It never came. The sneer waned. Jess furrowed her brow.
My heart jumped as I realized she was actually thinking about this. She was actually contemplating my suggestion. I felt my stomach knot.
"Really?" she asked.
Chapter 4
"Jess! Come on! It was a joke!" I was feeling pretty woozy for all the booze I'd had as I stumbled after her into the kitchen.
She hadn't said a single thing after that one word. She'd kicked off her heels and walked past me through the hall.
Her reaction had sobered me up for a moment. I'd never in a million years anticipated her to do anything like that. She wasn't actually considering this, was she?
"Jess, come on, don't be mad!" I pleaded, grabbing her arm.
She spun around and shook my hand off. "I'm not mad."
"You're...you're not?"
"No," she said, putting a lollipop that she'd dug up out of the cupboard into her mouth.
I had no idea what to make of this. What the hell had happened to her? Was she drunk? Was I so drunk that I was reading this all wrong?
"Jess...what the hell's gotten into you? I was sure you were going to be disgusted by this. I thought I was going to get at least one day of silent treatment."
Too honest, bro. Too honest.
This seemed to piss her off much more than the underwear thing. "What's that supposed to mean?" she said, scowling.
"I didn't mean...I just, I said it as a joke. Don't worry about it." My mind was so muddy I could barely string a sentence together. "Jess, you're scaring me. You're not actually thinking of doing this, are you?" I asked.