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Sitting in my living room one day, just watching a
workout show, my buddy Dean commented on his willingness to pay $50 to see
one of the instructor's pussys'.Just to see it, he explained. He said they
were all cute and looked sexy and all, but he always wondered if their
pussies were cute! He then went on explaining the differences in the
appearance and functionality of women's pussies before Marion, my wife,
interrupted by asking him how much he'd pay this girl to expose her pussy.
He was going to say $20, but he raised it to $50. "You can get laid for
$50 most places," Marion suggested, but George defended his statement by
reminding her that the instructors weren't whores, and $50 was pretty good
cash just to flash their pussy.
"So how much would you pay to see mine?" My wife asked in a sweet,
innocent voice. I didn't say anything, I just sat back, stunned and amused
by the course the talk had taken. I like to tell Marion what a pretty
pussy she has because I really do think she has a great looking pussy. Her
slit is rather petite, and her outer lips are chubby and kept
smooth-shaven, and I keep the dark blond triangle of curls that frame it
trammed short.
Everything was sort of time delayed for me. Everything I heard took quite
a few seconds to actually achieve meaning for me, so by the time my brain
truly understood she was talking about showing him her pussy, Dean was
telling my wife she was hot but not a cheerleader, so he wasn't sure he'd
pay $50 to see her pussy.
"I can't exactly brag about having seen your pussy down at the bar to a
bunch of guys who don't know who you are," He said, looking at me. I just
looked back at him. I remember feeling like I wasn't really there, like I
was watching a movie. Suddenly, Marion stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, and
slid them down her legs. She kicked them off, sending them flying at the
couch where Dean sat, and stood there in her sweater and panties with her
legs spread a comfortable distance apart. The panties were small and all
white and fit her very snugly there. From the top, stray curls of blonde
pussy hair peeked out, and the thin fabric revealed not only the rise of
her mound, but also hinted at the pursed lips of her chubby pussy! Marion
hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties and pulled them up even
tighter against her sex, teasing him.
"You sure you wouldn't give me $50 to take these off?" "You're kidding,
right?" Dean asked, again looking at me, but I didn't even look at him. I
was staring at my wife's crotch, trying to figure out why she was standing
there, in front of my friend in her panties, and why I wasn't stopping
her.
"There's only one way to find out," Marion said. Dean and I had been
sitting around, watching basketball and drinking too much. My wife,
Marion, occasionally wandered in and stayed for a while. Not so much to
watch the game, but to see how drunk I was getting. She'd been getting on
me about my drinking and warned me not to get trashed, but I was pretty
gone. I don't even remember who was playing, or which of the two teams I
was cheering-I just remember taking shots every time they fouled, every
time they missed a shot, and two for missing a three-pointer. Dean wasn't
half as shot as I was and had more than one reason to enjoy my state!
Dean pulled out his wallet and laid two twenties and two fives on the
coffee table, while smirking at Marion. I tell Marion all the time what a
sexy pussy she has. Dean's right -- not all pussies are cute pussies.
Marion and I had gone so far as to show off her pussy at the mall doing
the cliche 'wear no panties at the shoe store' thing. We always had great
sex for days after letting some other guys get a peek at her preened
pussy.
"Well," Marion said to me, "let's see if Dean thinks my pussy is as cute
as you do," Marion walked up to Dean and stood right in front of him. He
sat up on the couch, which brought him face to crotch with my wife.
"Go ahead, take them off... you paid for it," Marion said in a husky
voice. Stunned, I watched Dean hook his fingers in the sides of my wife's
panties and slowly slide them down her bare thighs until they fell to her
feet and her blonde framed pussy was naked and in his face.
"You have two minutes, Dean, do you want me to pose for you?" Dean just
nodded without indicating what he wanted her to do, so my wife posed
herself for him like a wanton slut. She sat down in front of him and
spreads her legs as far apart as she could. Then she closed them and
brought her knees up to her chest. Finally, for his last thirty seconds or
so, she turned around and got on her hands and knees and waved her naked
pussy at him like she wanted a fucking.
When the time was up, Marion simply faced him again and sat on her butt
with her legs still open so Dean could still see her pussy. She then said
something that was enough to tear through my alcohol induced fog. "So, "
Marion asked him, while she ran one of her fingers over the sensitive
divide between her chubby cunt lips that had started to become a little
swollen, "...are you sure all you want to do is look at it?" "Add another
fifty and I'll let you fuck me right here,"
Dean looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "Don't worry about him,"
Marion told him, "...he's been dying to have someone else fuck me," "Add
another twenty and you can take me to our bedroom and fuck me in private,"
Marion then added as she slipped one of her own fingers inside herself
right in front of Dean. While Dean wrote out a check, my wife pulled off
her sweater and dropped her bra, exposing her breasts for him. Giggling
and waving good-bye to me, my wife led Dean back to our bedroom and closed
the door behind them. The blood in my veins started to boil, but it wasn't
jealousy. Marion was right-I'd been fantasizing about her fucking other
men for ages I just didn't know she knew how much. Even as I thought about
that, I thought about her taking off Dean's clothes. I saw her in my mind,
freeing his erection and cooing over it as she laid back on our bed,
spreading her legs to expose her cunt for another man to mount.
By the time I made it to the bedroom door, my wife's giggles had become
sighs -- the sounds she makes when her pussy is first entered. When her
vocalizations changed to more of a grunt, I knew he was thrusting harder
inside her. Then came the keening cry from her that told me she'd orgasmed
on his cock. Making her cum excited Dean more and he started fucking her
harder, grunting and moaning. I could clearly hear him telling her how
good her pussy felt and how long he'd wanted to fuck her.
When he came, I had no idea whether he'd cum inside her or pulled out and
shot his load on her body, but I knew they'd be coming out soon, so I made
my way back to the couch. For some reason, I wanted to act like it hadn't
affected me, like I wasn't even concerned that my wife had just sold her
pussy for $70. Dean came out dressed, except for his socks and shoes, but
my wife came out still naked and stayed that way. I had gotten quite hard,
and Marion noted it with satisfaction, enjoying my shocked stare at her
open, swollen pussy. I later found out she decided to remain nude because
she wanted me to see the traces of my friend's sperm still in leaking out
of her pussy.
I asked her why she charged him money to fuck her and she said she might
as well get paid for it. I asked her if it didn't make her feel like a
whore and she asked me when the last time a player in the NFL or NBA
played for free. Enjoying what you do doesn't mean you have to do it for
free she reminded me.
After that, Dean would come over at least once a month to fuck my wife.
She meets him at the door in a sexy nightie-or naked-and sits him on the
couch. She teases him -- and me -- for a while first by wandering around
us with her tits and ass visible. As an appetizer -- and because I like to
watch as she undresses him and sucks his cock right there in the living
room. When he cums, Marion strives to swallow every drop because Dean is
the only other guy who gets to cum in her mouth. The four other guys
Marion has introduced to Marion have to wear a condom when they fuck her,
but she still loves it.
Marion wouldn't mind me watching in the bedroom but some of the guys do,
so we set up two hidden cameras to record everything! We watch and edit
the tapes together and plan on selling them to the amateur industry! |
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