The Tennile who hadn't wanted the sound on seemed to be gone.
I was shocked, and I was probably a little freaked out. These are all things that I might have been able to feel if my entire mind was not occupied with how much my cock hurt from the hard-on I'd gotten.
“I think... I think... it's pretty hot,” I said. “I... it's hot.”
Tennile's face showed piqued interest now. She had evidently not expected this reaction from me (any more than I had expected to see my wife finger-fucking her own ass).
She reached with one hand to un-pause the film, and my ears were instantly filled with the salacious sound of her moaning as her client filled her ass with his stubby cock.
My eyes went automatically to watch.
And then I was lifted to a surreal world as Tennile's hands went to work on the buckle of my belt, and the zipper of my pants.
On the screen, the thick, blunt cock sawed away at Tennile's ass, and in my ears she moaned and told him how good it felt, how her ass hurt so good. And in real life, I felt Tennile's mouth enclose my own throbbing cock.
It was an overload. I didn't know where to look or what to do. Her mouth was so hot and I was so riled up, and in the video she was moaning and asking to get her ass filled up with cum. My whole body started to shake, and I couldn't stop what happened next: I exploded in her mouth.
I felt her hand close around the base of my cock, and her tongue wickedly swirling around my pulsing cock as she licked and sucked her way to the crown of my dick.
In the video, the nameless client was slamming into her skin, the slap of his thighs against her ass loud. Tennile moaned, and I closed my eyes as in the real world she let my cock pop from her mouth. She stroked the length of my shaft and it was almost too painfully pleasurable for me to stay conscious. I made a noise, but she kept on going.
I looked down and saw that she had pumped a bead of cum from me, and she was flicking her tongue toward it. Meanwhile in the video the man was groaning, sweating like a pig and rutting hard inside my wife. Finally, he made an obscene sound as he groaned and exploded inside of her.
I grabbed Tennile's hair and pushed her away from my cock because I couldn't take anymore of her delicious tongue lapping at my cock. “Please,” I said. “Shit, Tennile.”
She leaned back on the couch, a faint smile on her face but also a bit of sadness and worry.
She looked at the screen, and then she flipped it closed with her foot.
I stared at the wall in front of me, not knowing what to say.
Tennile looked at me.
I had to release some of my tension by giving a little laugh. “That was...”
A silence.
“Unexpected,” Tennile said quietly. “At least for me.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Me, too.”
“Huh?”
“I just mean... I... you were such a... slutty, you know...”
Tennile played with her lips. “Whore?”
The word cut through me, and it excited me again. Tennile's eyes dropped and she took in my cock, which was re-activating before her gaze.
“I'm sorry,” I said. “I know it should be... I should be... but it turned me on.”
“I see that,” she said.
I felt like I was getting sliced in two by the reckless, wild feelings I was having.
My cock went to fully erect in less than a nanosecond and I pounced on her, unable to wait any longer or talk about this video until I had her. I pushed her onto the couch and hiked up her skirt.
I found the strips of satin that held her panties up over her hips, and I tugged on them roughly to get them to her knees. As I pulled and they sort of rolled up as I peeled them, I felt the warm heat of her pussy juices against the back of my hand.
Our eyes met, and we shared between us a moment of complicity as we realized that both she and I were wildly turned on by this very bad, very dangerous thing. By her being a whore, which was the last thing I had ever expected to actually be able to say, literally, about my wife.
“You have been a very bad girl, Mrs. Mathews,” I said, pushing her legs up toward her head with one hand and dropping the other to feel the slick juices that were gushing from between her legs. I slid my finger over her clit and stroked it. She was hot as well as wet, and my cock pulsed with a desire to fill her up with my seed.
I drew my fingers down, or maybe they even drew themselves down without my conscious thought about it, to the slightly rough skin of the eyelet of her asshole. I made a circle around her anus and watched as her eyes closed halfway in pleasure, and I felt a moan vibrating in her chest.
I worked her panties down to her ankles. The scent of her excitement was infused in them. I pushed on them like a handle to keep her legs up next to her ears. Her cunt and her ass spread open like flowers for me, wet with the dew of her excitement.
“I had no idea you could be such a dirty little slut,” I said. I pushed against the sphincter of her anus as I said this, sinking my thumb inside of her. I had never dared to go here, and she did not resist it.
A strange, really very filthy wave of pleasure rolled over me as I realized that her very bad behavior was kind of a ticket for me, a ticket to being able to do whatever I wanted to her. And even though this was a really predatory thought, I still had it. After all – she was the one who had let a man pay her to fuck her in the ass. Now she felt guilty, now she could hardly say no to her husband if he wanted to do the same thing.
Her lips parted and her eyes went a little wild as my thumb sank in to the knuckle. The flesh of her ass, which I had never attempted to feel before, was hot and silky.
I had never really been into anal sex as an idea, even, but there was something mightily appealing about it now. About dominating her as thoroughly as the fat man with the stubby cock had.
I used my fingers to pull some of her juices down to her ass, and it seemed that she was enjoying herself because she was even wetter. She trembled beneath me as my fingers raked over her sensitive clit again and again, pushing the slippery juices to her ass, my thumb plunging them into her to lubricate her.
“I didn’t know you liked this,” I said.
Tennile didn’t respond, she only moaned. I felt her body squeeze my fingers. The sensation traveled like an echo through my body, and I knew at once I had to have this forbidden thing.
I slowly withdrew my fingers, enjoying the way that she gasped as they passed through her tight anus. Juices from her gushing pussy were keeping her ass slick and wet, but I guided my cock to her pussy and slid into her buttery-slick folds to get my cock lubricated. Inside of her, I almost gave myself over to fucking her wildly until I came.
But I regained control, and used my hand to press my cock down to the slightly engorged ringlet of her ass. I could feel the slightly opened pucker of her anus kiss the crown of my cock.
Tennile met my eyes and gave me a kind of very slight nod, encouraging me to go on. She twisted her body a little beneath me, spreading her legs into a butterfly position. As she did, the heat of the center of her body, the center of her eyelet, spread out over the head of my cock, and I felt myself sinking into her.
As her hot flesh closed around my cock, and inches of her ass swallowed me up, I realized that there was little resistance from Tennile – very little difficulty taking my cock inside of her.
And that was because, as I was just discovering, my wife was a professional slut.
Tennile rolled her body a little to lift her hips up as I sank into her, so that the full length of my cock went into her ass. Her juicy, gushing cunt spread open against my pubic bone, and her legs flopped up by her ankles in an utterly obscene position.
I sucked in my breath, trying to control myself and enjoy this as long as I could. Tennile closed her eyes and moaned as I moved back and forth in her ass, fucking her like something from a porno.
She pushed her pussy against me, and then I could feel that she was working up to her own orgasm. Her ass began to clench aro
und me, squeezing me tightly, pulsing. I felt her body thrusting up against me, fucking me greedily.
And the way she was moaning. It was so filthy. It put me over the edge, and I stared at her face as she moaned and thrust against me. Her pussy seemed to turn to hot liquid as she came, just moments after I felt my own cum boiling up from the base of my cock. Her body pressed against me from all sides.
I didn’t realize I was yelling for several moments, and I kept pounding into Tennile’s now-cum-filled ass for much longer than her own orgasm lasted. She lay beneath me, a faint smile on her face, as I pounded my cum deep into her and her legs flopped about next to my ears.
We had jostled around and eventually ended up on the floor, a throw blanket hastily tossed over our bodies. The computer had been knocked off the table.
“So I guess we have to talk about this,” I said, finally. My fingers were stroking her hair and she felt so warm and delightful against my chest that I didn't want to break up the lovely feeling.
But there was a lot of shit to talk about.
Tennile sighed. I felt a wetness on my chest and thought it might be a tear. She played with my chest with her her fingers, stroking me in ever more worried circles.
“I wish you would have had faith enough in our marriage to tell me about that,” I said, to break up the silence.
Tennile sighed. “I know...” she breathed, and then she seemed to interrupt herself. She stopped making circles on my chest and her body went sort of rigid.
“Wait a minute,” she said. She sat up to look at me. “How did you end up following me tonight?”
Shit.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
“Yeah,” Tennile said. “Okay.” She put her head back onto my chest. “So, you know, maybe you can understand how just ‘having faith in our marriage’ is harder than it sounds.”
This was fair.
“Rich,” she said. Her voice was quiet. “I really love you. I… that’s the one thing that’s really clear to me, in all of this. So, it’s all out there now. Right? Let’s make a deal not to tell any more lies. Or… leave anything out.”
I stroked her back, and then I squeezed my eyes closed. “It’s a deal.” I took a deep breath. “But if that’s the case, I have to tell you: I put a tracking app on your phone.”
Tennile’s body went rigid again. She lifted her head to look at me in disbelief.
“That’s so… illegal,” she whispered. “Rich! My clients are on that phone… I could get disbarred, what were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.”
“I don’t...”
“Listen,” I said. “You did do something pretty illegal yourself. And ‘omit’ telling me about it. So how about we call this even?”
“But that’s not the -” Tennile started, and then she cut herself off. “Oh, fuck it.” She even laughed. She rested her head on my chest again. “Fine. Even-Steven. Now no more lies.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
There was a pause while I held her, and it may seem strange but the conversation had been cathartic.
“And Nila,” I said. “I love you, too.”
She kissed my chest. We held each other for a while, and then she sighed. “But we still have this… problem. With Shane.”
I nodded and kissed her on the top of the head. We did, but at least it was “our” problem now.
“I don't know what to do,” she said. “I really... I don't know what to do.”
I was silent, thinking.
“The video is damning. You saw it. There's no way to say that isn't prostitution,” she continued.
“And you had no idea he was filming these things? Is Shane the one who took you to the... clients?”
She nodded, her head moving on my chest. She brought a finger to her mouth and chewed lightly on the fingernail. It was an absent-minded gesture that she did when she was deep in thought, her mind whirling with some clever way to phrase something or get through a legal loophole.
“Why would he do that?” I said.
Tennile shifted her head and looked up at me. It was a good question, her eyes said.
“It surely wasn't just so that he could come along and blackmail me ten years later,” she said. “That doesn't make any sense...”
But as quickly as she seemed to be energized by the possibilities of this new line of thinking, she deflated. “Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm screwed either way. This is proof of prostitution, which... the statute is expired on this but the damage it would do is... obviously not.”
I paused.
“And you think... what? That you can get away with this plan?”
It was as if these words set fire to a fuel in Tennile's body. I felt energy ripple through her, a change in the heat of her body. She propped herself up on my chest and her eyes were alive again, with that same energy I had seen in her when she had confessed this whole story.
She had her thumb up to her lip, and she bit on it lightly. “The thing is,” she said, after a while, her eyes gleaming strangely, focused on nothing in particular. “The thing is... what if we could?”
Tennile's excitement was intoxicating. For her, maybe it was about money, but the way she grew so different, so.. I don't know, uncharacteristically greedy, or naughty, or whatever it was that was stirring inside of her – it went straight through the center of me and right into my groin.
“You don't mean that.”
Tennile looked into my eyes. “I've thought about it a lot. Here's what I know: if Shane released that tape, I would definitely get disbarred, I would definitely not work again. But... say I go along with this plan. I think the worst that could happen is I get disbarred. And that's only if we get caught.”
I rose up on my elbow, staring at her in disbelief. This was not the Tennile I knew. The straight-laced Tennile, Tennile who was so uptight about crossing her t's and dotting her i's she returned to the grocery store to pay for a block of margarine that wasn't on her receipt one time. $3.45.
But as I looked at her face, I realized that there was a Tennile I didn't know at all.
Escort Tennile.
Tennile who had let that guy fuck her in the ass.
A wild, crazy Tennile, who apparently could be sold on the idea of almost anything for money.
My cock throbbed again.
Almost anything.
Was “almost” even a qualifier for her?
She put her hand on my chest. “I know this is going to sound crazy. And it is. So just... if it's too crazy, then, you know, I'll go along with what you decide. But...what if... what if we could get away with it?”
She let that sit with me, and it fluttered around in my chest. Heavy with sexual possibilities, gleaming like gold.
She dug in at just the right time, an expert negotiator. “If I could get this one investor, just this one guy... then there wouldn't be much to keep quiet, or cover up. And... I forgot to mention the money. Shane will give me 20% of the find.” She paused, then emphasized, “Twenty percent.”
My heart was beating wildly.
I know. I know that what I should have said was something more moralistic. Something more like: it's still illegal, and let's not risk our great life for this.
But her cheeks were warm and stained pink with excitement, my cock was hard, there was talk of gold and emeralds and shipwrecks and whores and my wife “convincing” some investor.
So I said, instead of something reasonable: “You actually think you could pull it off?”
9: I N THE BAG
I leaned over to give Tennile a kiss. Her mouth was warm, soft, and somehow felt different against my lips. I kept my eyes open: hers were closed. She opened them at the end, as I began to probe into her mouth, a much more intense kiss than usual.
Her eyes seemed to smile. Or at least, that's what I wanted to believe.
“This is it,” I said, although I wasn't really sure whether I was talking to Tennile, or to myself.
Tennile s
miled, and brought her hand to my cheek. “It's going to be fine.”
If I had to evaluate what was going inside of me, I would have said that I was less bothered by what we were about to do – it was so wildly unrealistic, so far from our regular lives, that it scarcely registered with me as a real thing – than I was by how easily Tennile was sinking into the role.
I looked at the small departure terminal and squinted. “Aren't private flights supposed to leave from somewhere else?”
“Of course,” Tennile said. “But you don’t know what I’m up to, right?”
She was alluding to our plan, the plan of many intrigues, the plan that had me driving my wife to the airport for a “business trip,” behaving as though I didn’t know where she was actually going, in the event that Shane was lurking about in the airport waiting for her.
I was behaving as though I wasn’t sending my wife off to seduce another man, as part of some elaborate sunken-treasure heist scheme.
As had happened to me many times, I had a feeling wash over me, like I wasn’t quite living my own life. I had actually pinched myself several times. There were so many levels of absurdity to what we were doing: the treasure, the implicit illegality of it, and the Hollywood-quality seduction.
And then there was my wife. My wife, the former prostitute.
Excuse me: escort.
High-end escort, Tennile would have been quick to point out.
I opened the car door and got her luggage out of the trunk. I had watched her pack the bag, eyeing each item she had put into it, slivers of excitement running down my spine. Black panties, thongs, and a matching black bra with intricate lace that framed her small pert, breasts delightfully. Not that she would probably wear it, though she modeled the set for me.
The dress she planned to wear was a scandalous black dress, kind of in the vein of Marilyn Monroe’s white dress from the famous wind scene. It cut sharply between Tennile’s breasts and flared at the bottom – but Tennile’s figure was strikingly different. Slinkier, more athletic and foreign.
It was easy to slide the two pieces of fabric that covered her breasts away, with two thumbs, and finger her nipples. It was the first thing I thought of when she turned for me in the dress and asked what I thought, and I knew it would be the first thing Ryan Maddock, the target of her seduction, would think of doing.
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