Spouse for Sale

by Ben Boswell

  “I’m sorry,” I said, mindful that she hadn’t come again.

  She kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Jimmy and Luke will get me off plenty.”

  * * *

  “Wish me luck,” Ally said.

  I forced a smile. Yes, all of this was hot. But it was also embarrassing. Parked in front of the law firm offices, I was acutely conscious that what had been a compartmentalized part of our lives was likely to go public in the near future. It was one thing to mess around with some stranger in a bar or even for Ally to be having sex with our retired landlord. Once we got back on our feet and moved out, we’d likely never have the opportunity to see Jimmy again unless we sought him out. But Luke was a different situation. I knew many of the lawyers at his firm. If I ever got back to practicing law, we’d be moving in similar circles.

  “Wish me luck,” she insisted.

  Luck would have nothing to do with it. Her stretch jeans seemed painted on. She had on cute, high heeled cork sandals that showed off her shiny, red toenails. She was wearing an olive, surplice blouse, with a plunging V neck, and criss-cross straps that could be either stylish or slutty depending on your perspective.

  Ally held my gaze. She didn’t need my reassurance. She just liked the idea of making me an affirmative accomplice, as if my driving her to my lawyer’s office so she could fuck him wasn’t enough.

  I broke down. “Good luck.”

  She smiled and kissed my cheek. “I’ll try not to take too long. After all, this is just to give him a taste, right?”

  I nodded.

  “Hopefully he’ll give me a taste too,” she said with a wink. She opened the door and got out. I followed her ass as she walked into the building.

  I drove into the parking lot and waited. I wasn’t sure how long she’d be, and it didn’t seem to be worth it to drive home only to just drive right back. I had some documents to review, so I got those out, and tried to work through the most recent court filings. It was hopeless. The dense legalese and the difficulty of my situation sapped my will to continue, and of course, it was hard to work given Ally’s current mission.

  I checked my watch. It had been almost fifteen minutes since she went upstairs. She had an appointment with Luke, so I knew she’d be able to get in to see him. The only question was whether he’d toss her out or indulge in what she was offering. Now was the tipping point. Up until now, they might be exchanging pleasantries, then he might listen to her proposal, and then perhaps some discussion. But as the minutes passed, it seemed increasingly likely that something was going on, although I still found it hard to believe.

  Would Luke really be so reckless as to fuck Ally with only an office door as privacy? Didn’t he worry about what people might think seeing him alone with a client’s wife? How could he avoid fretting about the sounds they might make? It all seemed crazy.

  But then as more time elapsed, the reality of the situation became ever clearer. I still went back and forth in my mind. One moment, I imagined him doing his best to calm her down, and explain the nuances of my case. I could see him reassuring her and arguing for patience. Then the next moment, all of that was out the window, and I pictured him, after perhaps a brief display of reluctance, availing himself of my wife’s charms. Her full lips engulfing his rigid cock. His smile as he peeled off her jeans. Their synchronized moans as he entered her juicy pussy.

  Thirty minutes… then forty. I knew Luke billed time in fifteen-minute increments. I had a dark thought of him billing me for the time he was fucking my wife… if he was actually fucking her, that is. But either way, this was already a significant middle of the workday commitment for him. Fifty minutes. I remembered her finger in my ass, the “old whore’s trick,” to make a man come. She wasn’t using that on Luke for some reason. No, she was giving him a long, luxurious screw. And why? Because, I thought somewhat bitterly, for all the talk about her whore fantasy, what she really seemed to enjoy was actually having another man’s dick inside her.

  There was a rap on the window. I jolted. Ally. I fumbled with the door lock until it clicked open. She climbed into the passenger seat.

  “Oh my God, oh my God!” she gasped out before bursting into giggles.

  “Jesus, Ally, what?”

  She looked at me in surprise, and then succumbed to another fit of tittering.

  “Wow, you’re a Gloomy Gus,” she said. Then composing herself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was just… crazy.”

  I softened and even chuckled slightly as she continued to grin. “What happened? Did you…?”

  “Does a bear….” she paused and seemed to think better of it. “Does a bear screw in… a law firm conference room?”

  “A bear? What? No.”

  She nodded and smirked. “Yes. Yes he does. Three times even.”

  “Three times? You fucked Luke three times?”

  She shrugged. “What can I say? Once a man gets a taste of this,” she leaned over and slapped her ass, “he can’t get enough.”

  “Jesus.”

  She nodded toward the steering column. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you as we drive.”

  I went into autopilot mode. I started the car and pulled out of the garage, and then turned into traffic. As I did, Ally reached into my lap and unzipped my pants.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting your cock out,” she answered, as she did just that.

  “Jesus, Ally, this is dange--”

  “Did you know that Luke has always wanted to fuck me?”

  I looked over at her, the car swerving.

  “Eyes on the road, Stud,” she cautioned. At the same time, she gave my cock a firm tug. “That’s it, Baby, you just drive. I’ll take care of everything else.” It occurred to me that after each adventure, she became a little more confident. She stroked me firmly, and I stiffened in her grip.

  She resumed, “He brought me into a conference room and left the door open. I guess he was worried I might make a scene. So I got up, and closed it, and told him that we’d need some privacy for what I had in mind. He got all nervous. It was so cute. Then I told him I’d do anything. Anything … if he’d agree to continue working on your matter without asking for us to add to the retainer. He started to tell me some lame story…software… billing manager… blah blah... so I showed him my tits.”

  My cock twitched in her hand. She laughed.

  “Shut him right up,” she said. “Then I walked over and straddled his lap and pulled his head to my chest. He started sucking on my nips. Nice and hard. Just like I like it. I could feel his cock growing. I told him he could have me. All of me as long as he stayed on the case. And then I slipped between his legs and started working on getting his pants open.”

  “Was he big?” I asked automatically, blushing hotly.

  Ally laughed. “Do you want him to be? Do you like fantasizing about me sucking on great, big cocks? Mmmm, one so big I can barely get it into my mouth?”

  My throat felt like it was closing up, and I couldn’t speak. But I was rock hard. She gave me a slow stroke, and spread my precome across my glans with her thumb.

  “I wish,” she said after a moment. “He was fine, normal. I swallowed him while making eye contact. And before I knew, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he came. I was so surprised that I couldn’t get it all, and it got all over my lips, and chin, and onto my tits. He got all embarrassed and apologized, and that’s when he told me he couldn’t help himself, that he’d been thinking about me ever since we first met. What do you think about that, Honey? Think a lot of people you know want to fuck your wife?”

  I nodded mutely.

  “And now they’ll all get the chance if they just have the right amount or something I want.” She squeezed my shaft. “I love how hard all of this gets you.”

  A horn sounded behind me, and I looked up to see I had missed seeing the light turn green. Ally chuckled. I began moving.

  “I told him not to worry about it. That this was just a
warmup. I used my fingers to scoop up his jism and then licked them clean. And then I took off my jeans.” She paused for a moment, and then added, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

  The thought of my wife, sticky with his come, showing off her bare pussy was too much. I grunted, and began to spurt into her hands.

  “Oopsy daisy,” she said with a giggle. “I seem to be provoking that reaction a lot today. You men are such messy creatures.”

  Ally jerked me slowly, perfectly given that I was sensitive from my climax. Her hand was hot and wet with my load, and the sloppy handjob she gave me got me hard again quickly, especially when she continued her story.

  “I asked him if he liked my pussy. He just nodded. I started playing with myself. I was already so wet. He licked his lips while I fingered myself, so I asked him if he wanted a taste.” She gave my rigid shaft a firm squeeze. “I don’t know how good a lawyer he is, but he’s a very good pussy eater. He grabbed my ass hard and sucked on my clit. I put my foot on his armrest to give him a better angle. Next time you shake his hand, remember that those fingers were inside me.”

  I glanced over at her. She was grinning excitedly, enjoying both the retelling and its effect on me.

  “Eyes on the road,” she chided. “But as much as I like my pussy eaten, I had a job to do. So I started begging for his cock.”

  I moaned as my hard cock squished in her hand.

  “Oh Baby, you’re not going to come again, are you? If you can’t get it up when we get home, I guess I can find Jimmy, or someone else, I guess. But you know how bad I am at negotiating when I’m all sexed up. I might end up just giving it away to the first man I run into.”

  I swallowed and tried to slow my racing heart. She giggled at the effort it took me to avoid coming a second time in her hand. It was hard.

  She mimicked her pleading, “ Oh, yeah Luke, I need your big, hard cock. Please Baby, put it inside me. You should have seen him. He was, like, shivering with excitement.” She chuckled, “Sort of like what you’re doing. But he couldn’t seem to get enough of my pussy, so I finally had to just push him away. Then I bent over the conference table, and dramatically waved away a stack of notepads and pens. I spread my legs, and looked back at him over my shoulder.” She giggled. “So, I know I shouldn’t say this, and it breaks character and all, but I almost laughed. He looked more than a little ridiculous still in his suit, with his red cock jutting out from his zipper.”

  I laughed at the picture she painted.

  “Then he stood and got behind me and rammed his cock into me.”

  My laughter stopped. She smirked. Her tone turned serious. “He fucked me hard, Baby. So hard. On that conference room table. You’ve probably sat there yourself. You probably will again. Will it be hard concentrating on the boring legal documents knowing that right there, another man had your wife? His hard cock tearing up her tight, little pussy? His hands mauling her ass, spreading her cheeks? Does it bother you that your lawyer has seen your wife’s asshole?”

  I slammed on the brakes. We were home. We scampered into the house and up the stairs. We didn’t make it past the entryway. Once in our apartment, I tackled Ally to the floor. We struggled out of our pants, and I was inside her. I fucked her hard and she egged me on, her tongue licking my ear, and telling me that Luke had fucked harder.

  I came inside her, but didn’t lose my erection. We gradually shed the rest of our clothes, and ended up in the bedroom. She rode me sensuously, her perfect boobs swaying rhythmically. Each time she came, it felt like a gusher of jism dripping onto my balls. I finally flipped her onto her back and pressed her thighs to her chest. I pounded into her and my sweat dripped onto her chest. I came one last time, grunting, and then collapsed beside her.

  As I caught my breath, I turned toward her. “So, wait, I thought you said he came three times.”

  “Mmmm. Well, maybe I was rushing things.” She looked at her watch, and grinned. “You have just enough time to straighten this place up and change the sheets. I’ll freshen up.”

  I stared at her in confusion as she rose, naked, and walked to the bathroom. She looked back over her shoulder. “Come on, George. He’ll be here in like 15 minutes. Oh, and this time, you can watch.”

  * * *

  He was there in twelve. But it was enough time for me to pick up the clothes and make the bed. She opened the door for him in a loosely knotted bathrobe, naked underneath, with a generous amount of cleavage on display. I hid in the kitchen as she led him into the bedroom.

  As promised, she left the door cracked open. I watched as she undressed him. She slipped off his suit jacket, and then removed his tie. She slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. She eased off his tee shirt and ran her hands through his fine chest hair. She kissed his nipples and palmed his flat stomach. He was in surprisingly good shape. I’d always thought he was a little soft, but there was nothing soft about him, especially not his dick tenting his pants absurdly.

  She dropped to her knees, eyes still locked on his. She removed his belt and draped it provocatively around her neck. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down along with his boxers, and as he stepped out of his trousers, she removed his socks as well. Then she stood, and with a shrug, shed her bathrobe.

  Naked before him, and barefoot, she seemed smaller and more vulnerable. He cupped her breasts and teased her hard nipples. She stroked his cock firmly.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” he croaked.

  Her eyes flicked in my direction momentary, then Ally rose up on her tiptoes. Pressing in close, she kissed him. He seemed surprised. She cupped his nape and kissed him again, harder this time, and he reciprocated. They made out for a while, her hand sliding up and down his shaft. He fondled her breasts and then reached down to squeeze her ass. She finally broke the embrace.

  “I’ll give you the full girlfriend experience, or,” she ran a hand over her juicy slit, “you can just fuck me if you want.” She raised her hand to her mouth and tasted his precome, then gripping his prick again, she said, “I know what this one wants.”

  “I want to fuck you,” he said.

  Her eyes shone excitedly. Dirty talk always got her off, even if I was often too uncomfortable to give her that. I knew it was part of what she liked so much about playing the whore. She backed up and slid up onto the bed -- our bed -- preparing to have sex with yet another man there. Propping her head up onto a pillow, hands behind her knees, she slowly spread herself open for him. Her pussy glistened pink and inviting. Her nipples seemed ready to burst. And even her cute, little asshole seemed to throb with excitement.

  “I want your dick inside me… again.” At the last word, she gave a quick glance at the cracked open door.

  He climbed up onto the bed, between her legs. He reached out and slid his thumb between her juicy pussy lips. She moaned enthusiastically. He pressed inside her. She let out a soft, excited hiss. And when he rubbed her pussy with the pad of his thumb, she threw back her head and hissed softly.

  “You’re so wet.”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, Baby. I played with myself the whole time. But I didn’t let myself come. I wanted to wait for that until your hard dick was inside me.”

  His chest puffed out and his cock twitched. None of that was true, but she was playing him perfectly.

  “Does George know you’re doing this?”

  It was hard to believe he much cared about me as he was molesting my naked wife at the moment.

  “I’d do anything for him,” she replied. “Especially if it involves fucking other men.”

  “Men, eh?”

  His thumb churned inside her more aggressively.

  “Don’t worry about that, Baby. Give me your cock.”

  “I love hearing you beg for it.”

  She squirmed sensuously. “Come on, Baby. I need it. I need you deep inside me. Please fuck me with your b
ig dick.”

  Luke edged forward and began rubbing his prick up and down her slit. She mewled in pleasured.

  “Give it to me.”

  “You want it?” he asked.

  “Please, Baby, fuck meeee,” she cried out as he sank deep inside. “Oh yeah, fuck me good.”

  He began giving her rapid strokes. His cock plunged into her wet pussy again and again.

  “You like it?”

  She pulled further back on her knees. “Mmmm, yeah. That’s it. Nice and hard. You’re going to make me come.”

  “You’re such a slut.”

  “Mmmm, yeah. That’s it. Oh God. That’s it!” She threw her head back and her tongue flicked in her mouth. “Oh fuck, oh God.”

  He dropped forward onto her, pounded hard into her from above. She pulled him into another kiss, a deep passionate embrace that seemed to encourage him to bang her even harder.

  “Oh, that’s it, Baby,” she cooed. “I want your come. Come inside me, and then I’ll get you hard again.”

  “You can’t get enough, can you?”

  “No, I can’t get enough of your cock, Baby.”

  Another deep kiss. His thrusts slowed, as he enjoyed being deep inside her. His ass clenched, and his balls tightened, and I realized he was coming inside my wife. True to her promise, when he was done, she rolled them over and went down on him. As she noisily licked him clean, she aimed her ass in my direction, giving me an obscene view of her gaping gash leaking his creamy load.

  She managed to get him hard again quickly. Now on her hands and knees, she encouraged him to slide in behind her. He thrust in hard. “Oh God, you’re so big,” she cried out exuberantly, knowing that men don’t really care if it is true or not; they just like to hear it. As he fucked her, she looked back over her shoulder, first at him, and then at me. I watched as she palmed her ass, and then spread her cheeks apart so he could watch his cock entering her sweet pussy and admire her tight, little asshole.

  He teased her anus. “How much for this?”

  “Oooh, dirty boy,” she cooed. “You want to fuck me up the ass?”