Bartender's Wife Does It for Cash!

I'm a bartender in a well known hotel in South Bend. We are a little over 100,000 people tucked in the upper North East corner of Indiana next to Ohio and Michigan. Famous for being in direct line for winter storms off the Lake.

I pretty well got fucked with my bartender shift. Sunday, through Wednesday. The action and good tips happen on the other nights. Four nights of 10 hours shifts gets me a full week pay. The tips add some if something is going on from out of town. Indiana people aren't much for tippers.

It was a nice summer night on Sunday, start of shift, just after 10 P. M. My wife called to tell me she was going to bed.

"Not much going on here." She mused.

"Same here. Oh, a guest was at the bar wondering if I could find him a hooker. He said that when he was in South Carolina a couple of weeks ago he fucked this real babe for $200."

"Hell, Luke, for two hundred, unless something was wrong with him, I would have fucked him."

"No, you wouldn't! What a line of shit."

"I would, too. Is he still there?"

"Gone to his room" I laughed.

I looked up about twenty minutes later and in walked my wife, Pixie, dressed to impress. Her boobs jiggled under her blouse and she wore a skirt about 6" above her knee. Everyone else in the bar noticed, too.

Pixie is a cute little thing. Pretty, but not beautiful. She's right at 5 foot tall if she wears the right shoes, but usually wears flats to emphasize her small stature. She's a head turner. Not much of a flirt, and usually gets offended at overt men's attention. But, there she was, my wife Pixie, looking good and showing some fuckablility.

She walked up to the bar and took a seat a few stools away from anyone else. I walked over to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know what I'm doing here. What room is he in?

"Jesus, Pix! You can't do that!" I thought it was game playing.

"Luke, I work part-time in a fucking pet store. I don't make two hundred dollars in a week. We can always use some extra cash."

"I don't think so."

I started to worry. She surely didn't drive down here for a joke.

"Look, Luke. You've told me you thought it would be cool if I fucked another man. You've hinted at it several times. It's for the money, but here it is, I want to fuck another man."

She game me a smoldering look as if she had been getting more and more into on the way here.

"I'm all worked up. My cunt is soaked thinking about this. If you don't tell me the room number... " She looked around the bar. "I'll fuck that guy over there for nothing! Room number, Luke, room number!"

She looked o fucking hot. I paused, then to myself. I had wanted her to fuck another man. The guy seemed okay and the money would help out considering the shitty tips tending the bar.

"Three Thirty-Four!"

"Three Thirty-Four?"

She turned without another word and walked towards the elevator like a woman determined to get some cock. I could see the elevator from where I stood. I saw here push the button, nervously wait for the doors to let her inside. Then she stepped inside, I saw her push a button, and the doors closed.

I stood there... stunned. She was doing it. She was going to fuck him? Now, time to rationalize. He seemed to be a nice guy with a since of importance and value about him. He was from out of town, it could all stay anonymous. She's on the pill, it would just be a fuck for her. It might be fun she fucked a guy and hearing the details.

Lots of thoughts went through my mind. Mainly imaging the details of her undressing, spread her legs and fucking the guy. She would let him cum in her. She is on the pill and said she'd never fuck a guy wearing a rubber.

I was thinking thirty minutes, but an hour went by. No Pixie. The guy must have a set of balls on him. What did happen at thirty minutes was that the guy drinking by himself and busy on his cell phone at the table at the back wall came over to the bar and sat on a stool.

"Do you know that woman you were talking to that went upstairs?"

"Not really."

"The little tiny ready to fuck redhead?"

"What about her?"

"Does she fuck?"

"Probably. Hey, I'm just a stupid fucking bartender. I can't know everybody's business."

"I meant is she a hooker?"

"I have no idea. If so, she's probably one of those $200 gals."

"If you're a cop leave me the fuck alone!"

He showed me a Nebraska Driver's license.

"I'm in town on business. Our company supplys a Camper business here and in Elkhart. Here's my room key, 416."

He waved the key, put his license and key on his wallet.

"If I talk to her I'll tell her what you are thinking."

"I'm here five nights. I fly out Friday morning."

He stayed at the bar. I went back to the register.

It got to the point that I was worried for my wife and mad as hell that she went to fuck the guy and it was coming up on an hour and a half since she took the elevator up.

I watched every time the elevator doors opened. Finally. Pixie walking my way with a big smile and a slightly exaggerated bounce to her step.

"Everything all right."

"Yes, it was wonderful. I fucked him twice. I loved his cock fucking and cumming in me.

"Wow! A little direct. I'd feel better if you hated it."

"Oh, no! Loved it." Pixie was pretty giddy.

"Ready to do it again?"

"God, yes! He wanted me to spend the night."

"No, the guy you joked about fucking earlier. He's interested."

My wife's eyes got wide. "Okay!"

"Is that okay, that's nice or okay, I'll fuck him?" Keeping my voice low.

There were about a dozen other's still in the bar. I gave the guy a thumbs up. He came over to walk by. Pixie gave him a smile. He repeated his room number and kept on walking.

I looked at my wife. "Room 414."

"Room 414. I'm going to go fuck him!"

I grunted. It was the only response I could make.

"I'll have to stop by the ladies. I was going to take Ed's cum home inside me. Thanks, Sweetheart."

In a few minutes I saw her go up in the elevator again. If this one goes an hour and a half like the last we're going to be running into closing time.

Everyone was gone at 2:00 A. M. I was closed up, cleaned up. I killed the lights and closed the entrances. Now what the fuck?

After 20 minutes of me in my car my wife came out the side entrance. She saw me and ignored me completely. I followed her home. She was waiting in the kitchen, soaked panties in hand and a puddle of cum on the floor that was streaming from her cunt slit."

"David and I had a good time." She laughed. "What a mess!"

"I'll say." Pixie kissed me. "That's a lot of cum!" I commented.

"David came in me three times without pulling out. The other two just happened. Then he told me he popped a Viagra."

"They've cum inside you seven times?"

"Yes, sweetie. I took seven loads inside me."

"Maybe we should cleanup and get to bed."

"No. you're my husband. I want you to fuck me. Right here on the table!"

"Her cunt was so soppy, the outer lips bulging and the inner ones extended. Her slit had not closed. Her cunt was open and begging."

"Jesus, Pixie! How big were the cocks on these guys?"

"Ed was about your size and Dave a little bigger. Come on. Put it in me. You'll never get a chance at sloppy seconds like this again."

Unfortunately that offer turned out not to be true.

I lined the head up and went right in.

"Hell, yeah! Fuck me, Baby!" Pixie screamed as my cock probed her depths.

I was fucking away and realized if it wasn't for the cum inside her I probably wouldn't have noticed she had fucked the other men. They hadn't done any damage and I imagined her cunt would look more normal the next day.

"Can you tell the difference? The one guy's cock was a little thicker and and inch longer."

"You seem the same except for all seed leaking while we fuck."

"Oh, damn, you're going to make me shoot my load talking about it!"

"Do it! Fuck it in me. I love sperm spurting inside me You'll be the eighth load dumped in me tonight!"

That did it! I blew my load in her and when she felt it pulse towards her cervix my wife went fucking wild. We collapsed onto the bed, me still inside her.

After the build up of being stuck in the bar with my wife being fucked as few floors above me in the hotel can build up some action in the sperm department. I was still hard. I gave her a little nudge. She gave me a startled look.

"What is it that everybody wants to cum in me more than once all of a sudden?"

I didn't answer. Two strokes in I was fully hard. Extra hard, actually. My wife likes guys fucking her, cumming inside her bareback.

We made it towards thirty minutes. I was having trouble holding it when my wife lost it all together.

"Cum in me, Sweetheart! Give me your hot seed!"

I could feel it rushing up my shaft. This would be it for the night.

"I should probably shower." Pixie alluded to her current nasty condition. Then again, I'll sleep with the mess in me. Shower in the morning. I'll have to change the sheets anyway."

We were both on our backs. Enjoying the feeling.

"So, you couldn't tell David's cock in me was bigger than yours?" My wife's voice broke the silence.

"No, not really. I don't think so."

"No damage then. No harm, no foul as they say."

"Could you tell the difference?" I wasn't sure I wanted an answer.

"Well, I could. I never thought another inch could make a difference. Boy, did it, though. Went places, hit spots. The little extra width only added to it."

She waited for a reaction I didn't give.

"When I get a really big one fucking me maybe it won't be so bad for you."

"Huh, what? A real big one. Are you going on with this... this fucking other guys?"

"Are you mad or jealous?"

"Not right now."

"Yes, I know. It's like a game. A really fun game. And, I've got four hundred dollars in my purse for us to have a good time. I wouldn't make that much in a month part time at the pet shop."

That was true. We got some sleep, went out for brunch on Pixie's dime. She bought a new dress at Target and she modeled it at home and I fucked her.

Time to go to work came pretty quickly.

"Pay extra attention to what people say. Any mention of sex and I want them to fuck me."

"That's a real nice good-bye for your husband." The little red head smiled.

"Maybe I get the big one we were talking about."

"Jesus Christ, Pixie! How big are we talking about here that you think would be a big one?"

"I don't know, eight inches. No, ten inches, maybe twelve." Her eyes sparkled as she teased.

"Gosh, Pixie! You're only five foot tall. Where would you put twelve inches?"

"I'll just have to make room, wouldn't I?"

I kissed her good-bye as she fondled my cock.

"Don't let me down!"

My wife was really asking for it, so to speak.

I drove to work wanting someone asking for some pussy so she could fuck him. Even though I didn't get a chance to watch she wasn't the only one having fun with this.

When I got to work Sheila had everything tidied up ready for my shift. She was the day bartender, 10 A. M. to 4 P. M. Sheila was late fifties, had always been a bartender. Her son's father had run and Sheila has bartended one place or another ever since. Also, Sheila always thought I should let her take off a few minutes early. We were like Buddies five minutes at a time. There was the air that she would fuck me and like I might some day. Mostly just kidding around.

So, a few parting words and I was on my shift. Monday nights are the first ones after any week long training or meetings> They carry a little lift in business. About 6 P. M. a couple came in and settled into a booth wearing name tags from the same company. However well they knew each other from before it was obvious that the woman wanted the guy to fuck her.

A couple of drinks later they were up the elevator to a room.

It was an average night with about one third of a crowd. A little after the couple went up the elevator a guy came belly up to the bar, ordered a beer and started a conversation. That led to build up to a question.

"I'll bet guys are always coming in here wanting to know about some action."

"I don't know. I'm not a gambler."

"That's the not the action I was thinking of. If you know what I mean."

"You'll have to be specific." I stared him down. Would this guy be fucking Pixie tonight?

"I get out of town, away from my wife, a couple of times per year. I'm looking for something I don't get at home often enough."

"Yeah, you and everybody else. I work for a cheap ass wage, and not enough tips. I wouldn't risk all that talking to a cop."

"Oh, I'm not a cop." He shuffled into his wallet. "Room key, business card, picture I. D." He laid a twenty out with it.

I stared him down some more.

"I know a little red head. About my age. Good looking, decent figure. Short. About 5 foot, a hundred pounds. Not a fashion model type, but fucks like a goddess. A little pricey though."

The guy's face lit up. "How much?"

"It's been two hundred. She will come to your room."

"Have you fucked her?

"I've fucked her a few times. Gets mad if you don't bareback her. Like I said, red head. Don't you dare think about pulling out."

"Okay, Room 427."

Yeah, I saw your key. She drives in from home. Give her some minutes. Oh, and it you're up to it she'll let you fuck her as much as you want. It's not so much the money. She loves to fuck!"

I was nervous dialing the phone.

"Sweetheart! Got you an early one. Room 427."

"Got it. God, this is fun!"

"Hey, walk through the bar so I can see how you look on your way to get fucked."

About twenty minutes later Pixie came through front and back out the side to the elevator. I watched her push the button, enter and go upstairs. She pushed a lot of buttons walking through the bar. Every head in the placed turned to see her walk by, even most of the women.

The guy on the stool in front of me turned to say to me, "Oh, my God! I'd pay to fuck that!"

I tried to get a quick text to Pixie to letting her another fuck was waiting. She texted back a happy face emoge.

"You and every other guy in the place."

"Do you know who she is?"

"I've seen her around."

"Does she fuck?"

"She's a woman. I'd assume she does."

"You're pretty evasive. Does she fuck for money?"

"That's silly. You'd pay for sex? This is Indiana. Pussy is pretty much free here if you show a little patience."

He sat and stared at me. "She does, doesn't she? Look, I'm not a cop."

He said he was from some town in Illinois near Chicago. Again, calling on the Camping Industry.

"Two hundred Dollars!"

I got a blank expression from the man.

"It will take me an hour or more to get in contact with her. Don't show any cash until after you fuck her."

"Deal... " The man smiled. "Room 212. The name is Curt. Do you enjoy being as asshole?"

"Pretty much" I replied.

I knew my wife was already fucking the guy upstairs in 427.

The guy nursed a drink in front of me to kill the hour and went to his room.

Pixie call me a few minutes later.

"I'm ready for the next one. Anything I need to know?"

"Not really. I guess this first guy wasn't the big one."

"No, pretty average. I fucked him twice. I got a pretty good cunt full of his seed."

"Okay. You're going to see Curt in 212. Have fun."

"Oh, you know I will! Love you!"

"Love you, too!"

If it only lasts this week I think I have died and gone to heaven. I'd rather watch them, but my wife fucking guys upstairs in the hotel while I tended bar was quite a thrill ride. Maybe it's not for everybody, for Pixie and myself it was the best time of our marriage.

It began to look like Pixie was going to get another couple of loads of cum up her married cunt as time slipped by. Then even later she must have found another guy that could go for three. She wasn't like a regular whore, fucking for the money. Pixie was fucking to be fucking. The money was just a bonus. Calling my wife a whore clicked through my brain and lodged there.

"My wife, the whore." I don't think Pixie had even realized it with any thought.

I said it out loud. "My wife, the whore." It rolled off the tongue. I said it again, "My wife the whore."

The words were magic. The elevator dinged and out stepped Pixie. She walked over towards me at the bar.

"Anyone come in yet?" She looked around the bar.

"Not, really. This has been exceptional. Maybe I'm more aware, but normally we would be lucky to find one guy willing to pay to fuck."

"And, here we are at four... eight hundred bucks! Not a bad start."

"A start?" Do you mean you want to keep selling your pussy to whoever has the money?"

"Let's hope they have a nice cock, too." She smiled mischievously.

"By the way, how did it go upstairs?"

"Nice, I fucked him three times. The last load was kind of sparse. A nice dick though, bigger. I think you'll notice the difference when you get me home and fuck me."

"Bigger? How much bigger?"

I don't know. He said eight inches. It felt good. Opened me up a little. You'll see.

I couldn't wait to get my dick in that.

"I'll take a drink to a table. I'll be a wife waiting for her husband and he's running late."

"A drink?" I questioned.

"A Diet Pepsi. I'm a whore, not a drunk."

"Wow! My wife said it. Called herself a whore."

She laughed and went to the table.

A guy down the bar had been watching us. He waited a few minutes, looking and taking a real good look at Pixie, then back to me again as he came over to order another drink.

"What's the deal with the little redhead?"

"Meaning what?" I deadpanned him.

"I mean, um,... is she looking for company."

"I don't know. Her husband is late. I think she said something about being here with her husband from out of town. He's entertaining some locals and was supposed to meet her in the bar for a drink."

"What's she drinking?"

I looked him in the eye. "Diet Pepsi."

"I guess I won't be getting her drunk then." He laughed.

I gave him a look.

"Well, I'm going to go pee, then come back and try my luck."

I hopped on my phone.

"Hey, Babe. The guy that was at the bar is going to hit on you. I told him you said you are with your husband here on business and that he entertaining some clients and you're a little pissed. Pick out where you are from. I didn't let on that you'd fuck him or the price. You make up the story for a change. Good luck. Hope this is the big one."

"Thanks, Honey. I hope it's the big one, too. See you, love you."

They guy came out of the toilet and stopped at me to order a rum and coke, then on to Pixie's table. At least I'd get to see the seduction part of the action. Pixie pretty much ignored me as I delivered the drink to the table.

"Charge it to 301." He showed me his room key. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked my Pixie.

My wife smiled up at me. I went back to the bar.

The conversation was short and they were headed for the elevator. I watched him push a button, the doors closed, and my wife was taken to be fucked in room 301."

At the table Pixie had told him, "I lied to the bartender. The rent's due this weekend. I was trying to meet with a friend to borrow two hundred dollars. He didn't show."

"So, now you're desperate!"

"Not actually desperate. I was going to fuck him for the money. I guess the cost of the room plus $200 was too much for him."

"Hey, I've already got a room. I'd give $200.00 if you'd fuck me instead."

Pixie told me she said, "Okay. I'll do it. You can fuck me."

That explained the short time before they hurried to his room. Within the hour Pixie was back. I looked when the elevator opened and out stepped Pixie. She walked over to me.

"Not so great?"

"Oh, he was fine, Nice size cock and he blew a nice size load into me. Right afterwards a guilt trip hit him. You know, wife, kids, and all. He said he had hit on women before. Apparently I was the first one to take him up on it. After talking with him and wondering about another round when pretty much eased me out the door. His cock was great. I think our biggest so far. I really wanted to fuck him again. I'd still be up there."

"Kind of bummed out, huh." I tried not to laugh and also console her.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" She scowled. She started rustling around under the bar top.

"What are you doing?"

"Hiking up my skirt."

Her hand came up and smeared across the bar in front of me.

"What's that?"

"Cum! And, it's not yours." She laughed. "Joke's on you!"

I got her a Diet Pepsi on the house. The bar was quiet. We talked a few minutes. A man's voice called out her name.

"Pixie! I thought that was you!"

It was a guy from the first night, the second one. He got close to us.

"Pixie, I want you to fuck my boss. He's here in town with us. I told him about you and he said he wished he had a shot."

He got his phone out and called.

"Devin, you won't believe it. I was in the lobby and found her. The girl I told you about. Yeah, no shit. I'm sending her up."

He ended the call and smiled at Pixie.

"This is going to score some big points for me! Go on up. He told her the room number.

"Fine, who's paying me?"

"That would be me."

He looked at me. "Can you get me $200 on my credit card?"

"Don't have the cash. ATM in the lobby or ask at the desk."

"It might look awkward going to the ATM and taking a woman upstairs." He looked a Pixie. "Wait at his door. I'll pay you and introduce you to him."

Pixie went up the stairs, and right after Devin went up the elevator to bribe his boss with some pussy.

Then a slight change of plan. Devin introduced them. The boss asked both to step in the room.

"Devin, do you want to watch me fuck this cute little redhead?"

Devin sort of mumbled and the boss looked at Pixie for approval to which Pixie claimed to have said, "Sure, why not?"

Pixie didn't show again until bar closing. She came to the bar for a Diet Pepsi and told me Devin ending yup staying to watch my wife fuck the guy. I think Devin probably fucked her, too. But, I'll probably never know that for a fact. She just said she had three new loads in her cunt and smiled at me. Then she downed the Diet Pepsi and then put some sway in her ass as I watched her walk to her car.

When I got home her cum filled panties were crotch up on the kitchen table, with a note next to them that said, "Come to bed and fuck me."

When I got to the bedroom she was standing naked in the bathroom with a string of cum hanging from her cunt lips past her knees and about to join the puddle at her feet.

"I thought you might like to see this before you fuck me. I'll clean it up a little for you."

"Oh, no. I'll fuck your sloppy cunt just the way you are."

"That's what I like about you," She squealed on the way to the bed. "You're so adaptable to the situation."

I got off with a good load in her and she seemed to hit a pretty high peak herself. We laid in bed a few minutes coupled together."

"I like it when you cum in my married cunt after other men have fucked me. You didn't say anything about my pussy after me taking eight inches tonight."

"It's hard to say anything bad about pussy." I replied. "You weren't quite as snug on my dick and I didn't hit bottom like we used to do before taking up your new hobby."

"So, I was bigger? Fucking a big cock made my little cunt bigger?"

"Yes, Pix. You cunt his bigger." I droned.

"I love you!" He voice was so bubbly.

It was quiet. I went to piss and wipe my dick. When I came back to bed her little girl voice broke silence.

"It's a long way until Sunday and you working. Can we go someplace this weekend?"

"Yes, I suppose. Is this for play or for pay?" I teased.

"For both, you don't know how much it adds to fucking another man when I get paid for it."

The next morning was Thursday, my day off. It was my wife's job to open with the owner at the pet store. She got off at one o'clock. I met her for lunch and brought her home and fucked her. Afterwards she had something to tell me.

"Wilbur put his hands on me a couple of times today. Nothing really sexual, but he hung close with a silly grin on his face all morning. I've worked there for a year and a half and this was different."

"Good different or bad different?"

"Uh, good different I guess. His wife wasn't there. It was enough to get me wet."

Wilbur and his wife own the pet store. They are both almost sixty years old. He's a pleasant man. Probably really charmed the ladies when he was younger.

"Did you think about fucking him?"

"I never have before. The idea seemed silly. Do you think he knows something?"

"I wouldn't see how, but people used to look at you and see someone's wife. Now you you like a woman that wants to fuck."

"Do I? Really I look like I want to fuck?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Okay, then." She laughed.

"I fucked Pixie again when we went to bed."

The next morning Pixie and Wilbur opened the pet store. At one o'clock his wife comes in to take my wife's spot and a young man comes in and after school a young girl checks in. Wilbur leaves at five leaving his wife and crew to close at nine.

Pixie was home by 1:30 bringing us burgers for lunch. I barely got my first bite when my wife began to hurriedly talk.

"Wilbur made a move on me. He made some compliments and stood beside me. One arm went around my waist. I thought about what you said about me being a woman looking to get fucked. I was kind of feeling it. I decided to tease the old guy. I leaned into his embrace as we watched outside with traffic moving in the street."

Pixie paused for a couple of chomps at her burger.

"He slid his hand up to under my boob. His hand gave my tit a squeeze while keeping his gaze ahead towards the street. I pulled my shirttail out of my shorts and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. His hand went under my shirt and touched bare skin on my tit and found my erect nipple."

My cunt was already lubricating. "Oh, you want to play do you?"

"Very much." He answered.

"He moved behind me and slipped his other hand up my shirt, pushed my bra aside, and had both hands cupping my tits. We stood there several minutes watching traffic while Wilbur played with my tits and tweaked my nipples. Not a word was spoken between us."

"He kissed my neck and my ear. I melted. My cunt was getting involved, warming to the occasion. His right hand come down the from of my tummy and poked at the waistband of my shorts. I unhooked the clasp and lowered the zipper. His fingers went down and played over my mound, then fingers in my twat. My older boss was finger-fucking me with one hand and pinching my nipple with the other. I was in full fuck me mode."

"Then a car door slammed right out front. Wilbur pulled his fingers from my cunt, trailing my cunt juices across my tummy. A 200 pound woman was reaching for the door. Wilbur stepped tight to the counter to hide his boner. I spun and headed to the back trying to keep my shorts from falling as I scurried."

Another bite of burger. I hadn't said a thing.

"God, but I needed fucked. My orgasm was all boiling up inside me with no release. I was breathing hard from the finger-fucking and almost getting caught. I removed my blouse and took off my bra. My nipples were like pebbles on my tits. I decided to take off my panties in case we got back at it. So, no undies, just blouse and shorts, with my nipples poking against the fabric of my top I took a deep breath and went back out front."

Did you get to fuck him?" She had me worked up by then.

"No, I need to talk to you about that. The woman was looking at a hamster for her kid. Wilbur saw me place my bra and panties under the register counter and smiled at me. I gave him a wink."

"Someone else came in before the 200-pounder left with her hamster. It stayed busy until almost four. As customers moved about the store blocked by aquariums and cages Wilbur got in a few feels and with a customer still in the store finger fucked me again for a few minutes. Then we got into whispered conversation."

"God Pixie, I really need to fuck you!"

"I need your cock in me, not just fingers!" A few minutes later. "I've worked for you at barely minimum wage. I need a raise or you to pay to fuck me."

"I could never get a raise past my wife. God damn, Pixie. Money? How much money? There's not much money in a Mom and Pop fucking pet store."

"How about two hundred dollars?"

"Wilbur stepped back. A customer brought fish food to the register. I stood to the side. When Wilbur looked at me I made my tits jiggle and rubbed a hand over my pussy. I thought he was going to die."

"Then to ourselves again, Wilbur said he had a hundred dollars put back."

"In my favor, I do have an eleven inch cock." He grinned.

"No you don't!" I challenged. He had been against me and it did feel big, but does anyone really have an eleven inch cock?"

"Show me, I need to see it!"

"Wilbur got beside a stack of dog food bags and whipped it out. It had to be seven or eight inches wasn't hard. Just like that, I was the one being teased. I could have fucked him right then."

"There's no place to fuck here. We can't go to my house, My mother-in-law lives with us. I can't afford a motel unless we take the money out of the hundred I just promised you." He sounded glum.

"Let me ask my husband if we can fuck at our place."

Wilbur laughed. "You can ask your husband that?"

Pixie looked at me. Didn't say a thing at first. Just looked at me.

"Maybe you can watch us fuck. Having a watcher the other night at the hotel was fun."

I thought about it for a minute. "I'll order us pizza!"

Pixie sent a text with our address.

In about three hours I was going to get to watch my wife fuck...

"What do you want to do now?" I wanted to fuck her.

"Maybe you should fuck me now, otherwise I might cum before Wilbur gets it in me. If I get it in me, you might want to remember what my cunt felt like before I take eleven inches inside my pussy."

I fucked her, we showered. Pixie took a nap. At four-thirty she woke up.

"Wilbur will be here soon with that big cock."

He hit our driveway right about 5:30. Pixie was getting antsy. He came right in and shook my hand.

"I haven't seen you for a while. Are you sure this this okay with you... fucking your wife?"

"I can't wait to see it!" I let my excitement show."

"Let's go to the bedroom then!" Pixie was that woman ready to fuck.

My wife was wearing only some sleep shorts and a t-shirt. Her nipples were poking the shirt and her pussy was mounding against the crotch of the shorts. Wilbur was getting hard looking at her. The big cock was showing to be a matter of fact however large it would become. I guess Pixie and I were both staring at it. We caught each other looking in a glance and reverted back to the front of Wilbur's slacks.

Pixie stood by the bed and lifted off her shirt, exposing her nice boobs. Then off came her shorts giving Wilbur a jaw dropping view of her cunt and soft, red cunt hair.

"You've gotten to see what you've been playing with. Now it's my turn."

The old man was in good shape for almost sixty, with a muscular chest, and an extra five pounds on his gut. He dropped his pants and pulled off his boxers.

Pixie sucked in her breath, with an "oh, my God!" She went to her knees and took the head of his cock in her mouth and tried valiantly to take some of his length.

I guess the most shock a man can ever get is seeing his wife take another's cock into her mouth and start to suck on it. It was rare that she would suck mine.

A she sucked on the head and kissed up and down his length. Then it hit me. She had probably sucked cocks with the other guys. It was discerning at first, then my mind adjusted to make it one of the hottest things I had ever seen, maybe second to seeing the elevator doors close and the smile on her face as she went up to the floors at the hotel to fuck for money.

My wife worked that cock, pumping the shaft, finally getting a couple of inches in to slide the head to the back of her throat and back out again. She pulled her mouth off the head and took it back in, repeated that a few times. Cum ran out from along the shaft, down her chin and onto her chest as she was swallowing several gulps of his seed.

She kept his cock in her mouth, still swallowing, getting the last of it. Breaking free she pushed cum off her face onto her tongue and scooped the sperm on her chest up and licked her fingers getting the lot of it into her mouth.

My wife showed Wilbur what was still a lot of his cum in her mouth, holding the pose for him.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetie. You looked so good with my cock in your face I couldn't help but lose it." Wilbur panted.

Pixie turned to show me. She certainly had a mouthful. She rolled her tongue around it, closed her mouth to swallow it, and opened again to show both Wilbur and me that it was gone. My cock had never been harder! I expected cum to dribble down inside my pants.

Blowing a load of cum into my wife's mouth didn't seem to bother the old man much. Pixie admired his hardness and got onto our bed and spread her legs. Wilbur got between them and ran his cock up and down her wetness before looking over to me.

"You still sure you're okay with this? Because I am going to fuck your wife!"

His eleven inch cock looked obscene about to enter Pixie's five foot tall, ninety-eight pound body.

"Fuck her!" I replied. "I'm anxious to see how you are going to get it in her!"

"Oh, I'll get it in her, alright. It's just how far will I get it in her. Not having babies has kept her pretty tight."

He had the tip pushing her outer lips apart.

"You're wet enough, little girl. Just let it happen. We've got a couple of hours. Let's see what we can do."

He was holding himself off her with his arms, taking one hand to fondle her nice tits and engorge the nipples. My wife was relaxing. I could see the resistance of her outer cunt lips accept half the head. Then it slid inward, popping inside her.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I've got you inside me!"

"Just relax. Let the head of it stretch you open, the shaft will follow. You'll have me balls deep before you know it."

"Damn, I hope you put as much cum in my womb as you did in my mouth!"

Pixie gulped and looked at me. "I did it honey. I've got him inside me. Oh, God. He's so fucking huge inside me!"

"I know, Sweetheart. I know!" I was thinking our next fuck was going to be fantastic.

"So, full. My cunt is so full with his cock."

Then it was some mumbling. My wife was telling me her cunt was full. I was looking at about another eight inches left to go inside her if her boss could find the way. It wasn't a real slow process. In a few minutes she had all but three inches in her cunt and Wilbur and her were fucking away at a slow place as my wife rocked under him.

"I can feel my insides moving."

I didn't want to be a coach, but I could see her stomach rise thicker as they were indeed making room using her cunt's flexibility.

"A woman's body changes incredibly having a baby. It's just that Mother Nature gives her nine months to get ready and we are trying to do it in less than a couple of hours."

"Keep fucking me with that huge thing. I want all of it. Fuck me!" She cried out.

My cock was aching painfully in my pants as I watched my wife taking the fucking of a lifetime. I unbuttoned and unzipped and took it out. It looked disgusting small compared to Wilbur's monster even though for years Pixie thought it was all the cock she would ever need.

I looked closely at them on the bed. My wife had maybe another half inch inside her. I was beginning to think she might take all of him inside her stuffed little cunt. No, not a little cunt. Not any more. I found myself cheering them on in a whisper.

"Fuck him, Pixie. Fuck him!"

Oh, man! There is was. I didn't even realizing I was touching my cock when spurts of seed shot out and onto the bedroom floor carpet. I was one of those pathetic guys that jacks off while watching another man fucking his wife!

"How much more?" I heard her ask.

"More than an inch, less than two."

"I want it inside me!" My five foot tall wife was squirming around under him trying get more up her cunt.

"I can keep pushing hard into you or you can get on top and settle down on it, seeing if your weight pushing down will make the extra room you need to get it all in there."

"Okay, let us try that."

"When you're on top if it goes in it will go in deeper."

"Yeah, deeper might be good."

Wilbur lifted up to let her scramble from underneath him. You never realize how much cock is in your wife until the guy pulls it out of her.

"Oh, my God, Pixie!" My mind screamed. "It's a wonder it didn't kill her."

But, he went onto his back, my wife rose up and angled the monster back into her cunt and settled down over it. There was a little more outside of her cunt than with her on the bottom. If she could take it my wife would feel an extra inch.

Using her own weight she made up for the difference quickly. I started to watch from the back, but moved to watch her take him from the front. If my wife's clit bottomed out on his pubic bone I wanted to see it.

Wilbur lay still, watching my wife's tits jiggle as she fucked her cunt down on his cock.

It went quickly then. Full insertion. Plop and the last two inches were in her. She had a little tummy bulge she never had before.

"Are you all right?" I worried.

"Yeah, better than all right. Something moved and all of him went in me. Oh, my God! All of him is in me!" My wife shrieked.

She was grinding his length up into her married cunt, smashing her clit against him, taking all he had to give. There into the moment, profanities streaming from my wife's mouth, Pixie would lift up and smash back down as Wilbur would lunge up to thrust into her depth.

"Bred me motherfucker. Fill me with your seed!"

I got a little twinge. "Was she not still on the pill?"

I watched her swivel about him, jamming down hard, taking that eleven inches with little effort now. Then it happened, cum was running from her cunt as they fucked. Lots of Wilbur's hot seed. If she was off the pill the deed certainly would have been done.

Wilbur went in to piss. My wife had rolled onto her back, legs far outstretched. She reached down to feel what eleven inches had done to her cunt. Wilbur's seed still burbled from her slit. She rubbed her fingers around, a grimace on her face.

"Oh, fuck!" She whispered to me. I bet you can't wait to fuck that!"

"As soon as he leaves." I assured her.

Wilbur came back. I looked at the clock, 7;15. "Your wife is going to be home when you get there. Trouble?"

"No, I told her mother I was going to the VFW."

He got dressed to leave. Patted his shirt pocket. Offered my wife some folded cash.

"Make sure my husband sees you pay for me."

I nodded and smiled. I had watched my wife get fucked and get paid. Here cunt lips had an almost surreal gap for what I had been used to seeing.

Pixie took the money and stood up to see him to the door. She stumbled a little.

"Oh, Jesus! You fucked my legs out from under me. I feel like I 'm all cunt inside, I've been rearranged in there."

"Wait to you see your puffy tummy." I added.

My wife stepped to the dresser mirror, got a surprised look on her face, then took a couple of steps forward for a better look at herself.

"Oh, my God! Wilbur, look at what you've done to me." She laughed and took a side view. Wilbur, it's fine. I like it, and especially how it feels inside and look at your cum run out of me!"

The cum hit the carpet before she could get her hand to catch. What she did catch she licked into her mouth and laughed again.

Pixie kissed him goodbye at the door.

"That's a spermy kiss." He commented.

"Tastes good though." She smiled at him as he left.

With him barely out of sight we were rushing to the bedroom."

"I can't wait for you to fuck me!"

By the time she was done talking she was spread open on the bed and I'm getting ready to sink my cock inside her oozing slit. Her cunt was still huge after her boss's recent exit. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, her clit sticking out from its sheath. I could see up inside her. It looked like twenty guys had fucked my wife.

I lunged my cock inside her It wasn't not all that different, certainly not tight, but not savaged like you think an eleven inch cock would have done to my five foot wife.

"I'm in!" I announced.

"Not so bad, is it?" She smiled as we began fucking. "Of course, I miss that extra four inches that moved my cervix to God knows where!"

It was a good fuck for us. I blew gobs and I don't think any woman could fake the orgasm that took her over the top.

Saturday was a day off for the both of us, with me free until Sunday night and Pixie until Monday morning. I reminded her of wanting to "do something" for the weekend.

"I assume you wanted to go somewhere to get fucked. A country bar, a club, maybe a different hotel bar?"

"I think think I'd rather have Wilbur over for another round of us fucking, if that's all right."

"That's what I was thinking. I like to watch him fuck my wife again with that big dick. I didn't want to say. But, yes!"

"Good. Let's call him! I'll call, you talk, in case the girl answers the phone."

Wilbur answered. I handed the phone back to Pixie. I could hear him talk.

"Hey, Boss. Luke and I were wondering if you could come around and fuck me again."

"Pixie? Hey girlie. I'd love to, but I can't scrape up an extra cash right now."

"No." She laughed. I mean just come and fuck me. You don't need cash. We're family now! Luke agrees, don't you, Honey?"

I kind of leaned towards the phone to say we'd both love to have him come over and fuck her.

"Oh, maybe I'll spend an extra hour at the VFW, if you know what I mean."

"If it means more cock and another load inside me I'm all for it."

"Well, you'll get it. I'll be there about the same time."

"With bells on." Pixie giggled at using the old saying.

"No, with a hardon." The older lover replied and chuckled.

"Now what do we do?"

"Let's go to bed and fuck, see if wonder is my cunt tightened up any over night."

Going back to our bed I realized that the room smelled like cum. Like people fucking. My wife lay missionary for me to fuck her. I could tell by the look from her that she smelled it, too. I had seen leaked cum on her side of the bed and more was dried on her from leaking from her pussy and along her thighs.

"We will definitely have to wash the sheets and get a showered when we're done. It smells like... " She paused.

"Like a whorehouse." I finished the sentence for her.

"Yeah, I guess it should." she giggled. She had never fucked another man in our bed before.

We changed and laundered the sheets, got our showers... sprayed a little air freshener around the room.

"All set for Wilbur to fuck you again, wife of mine!"

All was done by lunchtime. Pixie sprung for a nice fish meal. Then wanted to go to the mall to buy some nice clothes, spent some of her fuck money. She even bought me a new shirt.

"I can afford better stuff now. No more discount store stuff."

There was still time to kill before Wilbur was due over. We thought about a movie, but decided to go home instead. Pixie modeled her new stuff. Anybody seeing her out and about was going to want to fuck her.

We went out for good burgers for an early dinner and came home to wait for Wilbur to arrive. Wilbur had come directly from work. My wife was wearing a new outfit from the mall. Wilbur looked her over.

"Hmmmn! Very fuckable."

Pixie led us to the bedroom and laid her clothes on the back of the chair where I sat to watch the night before. She lay on the bed waiting for her boss to fuck her. Wilbur undressed and looked to me. His eleven inches was hard and ready, even a little pre-cum on the tip, soon to be pushed inside my wife's wet snatch.

"So, Luke, did you fuck her after I left?"

I nodded my head.

"Did you take a good look at her cunt before you fucked her. I'll bet it didn't look like old times. Was she still pretty well stretched out for you?"

"Not as tight, but a really great fuck. I feel like tight is overrated."

"Did you fuck her again this morning?"

"After she invited you over."

"Did you look her cunt over before you fucked her?"

My wife and I both nodded.

"She's a tiny little thing to take a cock that big. How did it look? Pretty much normal, maybe a a bit of gap to it? It felt tighter though?"

The word "yeah" quietly left my throat.

"So, if you weren't here last night, and you had no idea I had been here and opened her up with eleven inches of hard cock and filled her with cum you would have no reason to believe someone had fucked her. When you saw her after I pulled out it looked like I seriously wrecked you wife's married pussy. But, if you hadn't been there to see for yourself when you fucked her this morning you probably wouldn't have any idea she took all that cock just hours earlier."

He stopped and watched my face react to what he had told me.

"That's the magic of woman, son. They can fuck another guy under your nose, get away with it, and you'd never suspect. And, the magic of pussy. It can handle most anything and never leave a clue given time to snap back."

"She's still tight to me." He laughed. "Watch. I'll get to the end of that pussy within a minute after molding her to my cock last night. The deed is done. Her cunt is set. You know what sloppy seconds feels like!"

"Come on, Pixie. Let's show him."

After listening to his preaching my wife opened her legs to him.

"See this." Wilbur pointed at her dripping pussy. "This is why she will be taking it balls deep!"

He wiped the head of his cock up and down her cunt slit a few times and pushed against her welcoming outer lips. The head went in with a couple inches of cock. My wife gasped. The next push was halfway in, about where I end up in her. She gasped again. Then another couple of inches. I think my wife was gasping due to how easy she was taking him inside her cunt.

"A little over three inches to go." Wilbur warned. "You ready?"

My wife nodded her head. "Fuck that thing into me"

She looked at me before the final thrust. This time was more of an "oomph!" from my wife as she took him full length.

"There you go, buddy. I'll bet you never dreamed when you thought fucking her felt so good just this morning that she could take a big cock that easily."

Her started plunging into her with little time to adjust to his size and my wife was fucking back into him within a couple of strokes. She was breathing hard and trying to pull his hips to get him in deeper. Her had her cumming on his cock in a few minutes, held his load, and kept on fucking her/ My wife never slowed down fucking him back.

I sat there pretty disillusioned watching them fuck. Having her whoring herself out was exciting, because I'd meet the guys and send her to fuck them. Then seeing her handle eleven inches in her tiny body and actually seeing my wife fuck another man was a different scenario. Now after some years of me thinking I had a perfect wife I could see she needed more than me. If she could take eleven inches all the way in with only four or five strokes, where do I fit in? And, just how much more cock could my wife take?

On her fourth orgasm it got to Wilbur and she made him cum a huge load into her. After remaining coupled for several minutes my wife giggled and said something about leaking a quart of his seed. A quart was an exaggeration, but she left a huge wet spot when they got off the bed and continued to drip on their way to the bathroom. I sat in the chair and watched as they went in and my wife closed the door.

Well, that was a puzzle and pissed me off. I could hear them talking and laughing and figured they were laughing at me. I went to the kitchen and got a beer. Then I remembered I was hungry and ordered us a pizza. It was ten minutes before they came to the kitchen. Wilbur's cock bouncing in front of him, my wife's cunt lips parted from the last round and ready for the next.

I let them chit-chat for a few minutes before invading the conversation.

"Wilbur, you seem to be a nice guy but seem to have an issue with women and pussy in general."

"Well, we have an example right here with us. Your wife is by far the best fuck this man has ever had, but how are women with wedding vows? You have a perfect marriage that you expect to be forever, but Pixie finds a big cock and fucks it right in front of you. She just did it again and will a couple of more times before I leave. Would she be okay if you were fucking another woman?"

I looked at my wife. She lowered her eyes and looked guilty.

I couldn't disagree. I made no mention of her fucking men for money, but it fit. Women have no problem with fucking around on their spouse and mine was no different.

"Maybe I should fix us a little snack to eat." My wife wanted to kill the subject.

"No problem. I've got pizza coming in 30 minutes."

Wilbur looked at my wife. "What can we possibly do for thirty minutes?"

"If you fuck me can you cum in me again?"

"I think we can do that!" Wilbur smiled at me and pointed at the kitchen table.

My wife laid on her stomach across the table and shook her ass at her boss. Her cunt was full open and leaking some cum. A little dribble hit the floor before Wilbur could line his cock up and slide it in her. He made one short back stroke and buried eleven inches all the way into Pixie's little well lubricated cunt.

With him full depth in her my wife looked over her shoulder at us and gave a shit eating grin. Wilbur began to pound away at her cunt. I mean pound away with hard, full length, deliberate strokes. The table was shaking from him jack hammering her into her.

"Oh, my God. Unhh, unhh, unhh" My wife grunted.

"You want cum in you. I'm going to squirt cum so far through your cervix it won't leak out for week!"

I'm pretty sure the man has a problem with women. I don't know how he fucked her that long and that hard, but they managed to fuck until two minutes before the doorbell rang for the pizza. Wilbur pulled out and stepped aside leaving my wife lolling around on the table pretty much not being able to get up.

I got the pizza and came back to the kitchen. My wife was still on the table, wiped out from the fucking and the orgasm that came with it.

I looked at her well fucked pussy, lips swollen, clit hard, and a hole the size of a silver dollar. Not a bit of leaking cum. I looked at the floor beneath her. No puddle of cum, not even a drop. Then a look back at the cunt, and then to Wilbur.

"She wanted fucked and another load of seed. It pumped right through her cervix and into her womb. If she's got an egg in there wanting to be fertilized she's going to be a mommy."

"His hatefulness and arrogance made me want to punch him. Then as I watched my wife try to turn around and stand I realized she loved his big cock inside her so much she wouldn't want me to do anything to jeopardize that. She gave a puzzled look when she verified that his claim as to how far up inside her he had placed his seed in her was true.

We sat at the table to eat pizza, but first my wife had gotten us drinks and napkins and after several trips across the kitchen no seed leaked from her well-fucked cunt. She sat a little closer to him than to me, but leaned over, her hand on my arm to speak.

"I know he spent his sperm into me. I felt it spurt. Boy, did I ever feel it spurt into me? From where he put his load what he said about I could be a mommy would be true."

With this being the second time there was a mentioned of him knocking her up had me nervous and angry. I bit my tongue and told myself to put up with his attitude until at least I was sure my wife wasn't off the pill.

The pizza was good. The three of us finished it. After a little more chit-chat Wilbur changed the conversation.

"Luke pointed out that my character is rough as a cob about women and pussy. That goes back to my first wife and my bad judgment. When I first met her she dated anyone that would ask her out and fucked almost all of them. She threw herself at me and I took her to a movie and fucked right after, just that easy. That was my first pussy and after all the cock she had fucked she fell in love with 'Little Wilbur' at first fuck."

I laughed. Pixie snorted out, "You call you penis Little Wilbur?"

"Most dates were just a reason to fuck. Most times Barb wanted to go to her apartment and fuck. Right away he wanted to get married, wanted to get married. We struggled at first, then I heard about a job delivering campers from the plants. I took a small one into Tennessee as they used it for a try out. I was afraid my old truck wouldn't make it. Then two short deliveries and I got a delivery. To me that was big bucks. Barb went with me for the next year and we'd take pads and sleep in the campers and fucked in every one of them."

"I loved it and bought a new truck. Then the companies sent me out West, even to the coast. The money was great and we were getting to see new places. Then Barb said he was bored and didn't want to go. I thought she was bored with traveling. It turned out she was bored with the same cock all the time."

"Somehow she decided if he wanted big cock she'd go for the black ones. I'd be home between trips and some black guy would be ringing my doorbell. They'd ask for some black named person and hurriedly leave. When Barb would answer there would be some hush talking about coming back in a couple of days."

"I got my brother to watch her and he got pictures. I had him confront her to see what he would do and she fucked him to be quiet. I caught her on the porch one night with some black fingers in her cunt. She invited him in and fucked him. After a big argument she said that she only fucked black guys when she was sure she wasn't fertile."

"A few months later she told me he was pregnant. After going through the nine months she popped out a black baby. I was gone. Now she moves from black to black, happy as a lark."

My wife finally spoke. "I had no idea. When did you and Barb get married?"

"Not married, been together six years. I found the love of my life. She talked me into quitting trucking campers all over the country and helping her in the shop. That's not very successful, even less so when I couldn't find where she had been paying the rent. She admitted a few months ago that she's been fucking the landlord every Tuesday morning when I'm at the pet store. She's got some deal with another guy to get some free hamsters and turtles. Some kind of by one, get three free deal. When we get in some new turtles or hamsters I know she's fucked him that morning."

"I'm so sorry." My wife hugged him, almost in tears.

"I'm sorry, man. I might have been a little harsh with you.

"Yeah, well sometimes I want to let the store crash and go back to hauling campers."

We sat in silence until Wilbur asked. "What should I do now?"

"Take me back to the bed and let 'Little Wilbur' fuck me." My wife giggled.

I followed them to our bed. I took a from behind underneath view at my wife's cunt. Wet, but no sign of that cum load leaking out yet.

Wilbur waited for Pixie to lay on the bed.

"No, you go ahead. I want to fuck with me on top."

Wilbur is not a small man, making my wife look all the more tiny at five foot. She positioned on Wilbur's cock, started the head between her open cunt lips and settled down in on downward movement. I was watching the front entry and expected her to take him pubic bone to pubic bone as tiny a she is. Instead she stopped more that an inch short.

"Oh!" She grunted. It goes in deeper at this position. You're at the end of me!"

"No, we're not. It's a different angle. Take a deep breath and let yourself drop."

A deep breath and down she went. All in. Her clit pressing against his pubic bone! My girl had eleven inches buried inside her again. The next few strokes were tentative, then picked up until she was slamming her cunt down on him as hard as he had slammed into their previous fuck. Wilbur tried to fuck up into her but her rhythm wouldn't allow it. She kept her focus on me, perhaps sending the message that my wife would not be controlled by marriage vows.

"Come on Wilbur, fuck me. Put another load in my womb that won't come out!"

My wife raised up for six deep strokes, screamed, and fell silent in his chest. I know I looked concerned.

"Don't worry, you really can't fuck one of these to death." He winked.

My wife stirred a little and began to fuck him again. She got herself upright and bouncing again.

"You put it in my womb again, didn't you? I could feel it rush through my cervix."

"Sure did. It will probably be in there when you come to work Monday."

"I sure hope so. You put it deep enough in me."

My wife continued fucking his eleven inch cock, each stroke ending with her ramming his cock inside her to Wilbur's full length.

"You know, for as good of fuck as you are, young lady, I don't think I can cum again if that's what you are hoping for."

They looked at the bedside clock.

"Maybe I should let you get home to your wife while you still have time for a shower."

My wife and I went to the kitchen while Wilbur got rinsed off and dressed. We were talking in the kitchen when he came in to leave. It's an odd feeling to be sitting, talking to one's still naked, freshly fucked wife to see a showered, fully dressed man walk in, kiss your wife goodbye and leave.

Alone with ourselves my wife ran her finger through her wide open cunt and commented that the only wetness in her was her own girl juices.

"Look. He's left me open and my tummy puffy."

That was a yes to both. She was open and even more puffy like her cunt was going to be taking up more room inside her.

"I know he was cumming in me. I could feel it and my uterus feels kind of squishy. I wonder when I'm going to start to leak."

Yep, that's my wife. Things felt a little different between us.

We watched the news. Afterwards my wife wanted me to take her to bed and fuck her. "Reclaim her pussy", she liked to say.

I like the feel of her cunt after Wilbur fucks her silly. Like Wilbur told her, my wife is a good fuck, and knowing another man had fucked her made it better for me. We started to fuck.

"I'm pretty wet on my own, but it's certainly different when there's not sloppy-seconds in me, too."

I was more concentrating on her cunt feeling bigger and wondering how much of his cum was crowding her uterus. Jesus!

In spite of it all I had my own load of cum wanting get in her when suddenly she when into her own orgasm strongly enough to where maybe she didn't feel mine.

"There, Sweetheart. There's some cum to run out of you!"

"Oh, I feel it! It is running out."

I pulled out to look. With the way Wilbur had left her pussy my cum running out wasn't so impressive as it trickled down from her puffy cunt lips. I watched with pride as a goodly amount continued to flow.

"Uh, Luke!" My wife gasped. "That's a lot of cum and I feel it coming from way up inside me. I think Wilbur's seed is starting to leak from my womb."

"Yeah, I see. I must have poked it loose."

My wife laughed almost hysterically for almost two minutes, all the time cum still running from her open gash. I watched the flow as she held herself down to a giggle. Several minutes later seed was still flowing.

"It's still running from that gash of yours." I could help but use the term.

"Gash? You called my cunt as gash? Gash? Gash? Really, Luke? You're calling your wife's cunt a gash?"

"Yes, I kind of did!"

"Kind of funny>" She laughed. "It sort of is a gash, isn't it"

She ran fingers over her puffy outer lips, ran the fingers of one hand inside her cunt.

"Wow! I'm glad it doesn't stay that way. Or, maybe again... " She paused. "I do like the feel of the size after that eleven inches is inside me Maybe if I fuck Wilbur enough it will stay that way."

I just shook my head.

"Shower?"

"No, I like the mess and the smell of being fucked, and I want to feel Wilbur's seed dripping from my nasty cunt."

She laughed and pulled the sheet over herself. There was no point in me showering and getting back in bed with that.

It was Sunday morning. Showers and clean sheets. But, first my wife paraded around the kitchen smelling like ripe cunt. Apparently some of Wilbur's seed had remained inside her as some cum splattered to the floor while she cooked us sausages and eggs wearing only an apron.

There was no mention of either of us wanting to fuck as the afternoon drifted towards my 4:00 P. M. shift at the bar.

"Any chance some salesman is coming to town to call on the RV factories?"

"There's always a chance. You did alright last Sunday."

"Big cock is fun but there's a lot to be said for strange cock, especially when it comes with some cash. If I don't hear from you by ten I may come in and troll the bar."

I gave her a smile, a thumbs up, a kiss goodbye, and left for work.

At the bar, Sheila, up to her old tricks, wanted to take off early.

"Did you spend any time this weekend thinking what it would be like to fuck me?"

"Come on Sheila, you know my Mom is younger than you."

"All the more reason. Get some of this and you'll wonder why you've stayed with that little wife you've married."

"I know you're fucking with me for my reaction. So, it's thanks, but no thanks."

The hotel has us wearing black pants and a white pull over with a logo. For an old gal Sheila does have a nice figure.

"Oh, before I go, I need to show you some thing."

I followed her to the storage behind the back bar. She turned to me and whipped the company shirt off over her head.

"You're going to like these, they're 40-Double D's."

She unhooked her bra and holy shit. At fifty-something in age there wasn't much sag.

"I'll bet if your wife had a set of these you'd be fucking her all the time."

"Actually, Sheila. I am fucking her all the time. What's gotten into you?"

"That's the problem. Nothing is getting into me. My boyfriend passed out drunk before fucking me for about the numteenth time and I kicked his ass to the curb. Sometimes I wonder if I've still got it."

"Well, maybe someone your own age." I thought of Wilbur fucking her.

She shoved her pants down to her knees.

"Look at this pussy. Still high and tight, and shaved. I'll bet your wife doesn't shave her cunt for you."

"Sheila, please. I've never cheated on my wife."

"You should see this pussy in yoga pants. Maybe you would then!"

"Sheila, please. Listen to me, you're great but it would be like fucking my Mom."

She started to cry and started to get dressed. I looked out at the bar. Still all clear. For some reason I stayed to watch her get dressed. Thank God, she didn't see me getting hard. We stood a couple of minutes, her dressed, us saying nothing. I gave her a hug.

"Hey, how do I get a drink around here?"

Sheila hurried out to leave with me right behind her.

"Sorry, shift change. Things to do."

The man ordered his drink and sat at the bar. It looked like the beginning of any other week as people were arriving for the coming week of business. The guy drinking in front of me looked familiar.

"I've seen you a few times."

"Yeah, I thought so. Are you in the RV Industry?"

"No, we do some business with the college here in South Bend. Picky people. You don't have to be Catholic, but it helps."

"I can imagine."

"I wish you had hookers here like Las Vegas."

"Actually, Las Vegas doesn't have hookers. Vegas and Reno I think are the only two counties where it's illegal in Nevada."

"Oh, never been there, really. Good to know. If I could find some pussy here it would make it easier to make a deal with some of these people."

"I showed him three naked pictures of Pixie on my phone."

"Oh, God! Yes, I'd pay to fuck that."

"I hear she's $200."

"Jesus. My wife was a real bitch this weekend. Gave some shit dropping me off at departure." He paused to think. "Yeah, let's do it. Set me up!"

"Hey, I'm just a friend helping a friend. Let me see if she's around."

I sent a text: "Hey back in business! Come on down."

Her reply: "Twenty-minutes."

"Come in and look around. He will wave you to his table."

When my wife came in, looking fuckable a hell and scanning the bar, I point the the man and he stood to greet her. They started out like old friends as she sat beside him in the booth designed for four. After a kiss on the mouth he raised his hand to call me over.

"The lady would like a Diet Pepsi with lime."

It was odd waiting a table where you wife is sitting close to a strange man, having kissed full on. When I returned he had her skirt up and a hand on her thigh, almost far enough up to touch her pussy.

I returned to the bar and watched, feeling uneasy. They looked like a couple on a date and my wife looking to get fucked and him looking to fuck her. I wanted to jump from my skin and they went on for past thirty minutes, with random hands handling random body parts before they finally rose to leave the bar.

My wife was smiling as they walked by, not necessarily at me. They pushed the button and took the elevator to his room where my wife would fuck him for cash.

I think Wilbur must have changed things for her. I think she fucked this guy once as he was back in the bar within a half hour. She came to the bar to order a diet coke. I told her it was on the house.

"Everything go okay?"

"I got him up to fuck me a second time. Two cum loads in me right now." She smiled.

"Wilbur didn't fuck your little cunt up then?"

"No, my little cunt is fine, thank you very much. You'll find out when you get home tonight."

She looked around the bar, A man sitting alone was watching her. He had watched her go upstairs with the first guy.

My wife went and sat at the booth with him, sitting across the booth. He came over to order new drinks.

"God, I must be the luckiest guy in South Bend right now. Does she fuck?"

"What are you, a cop?"

"Oh, God no. I'm in town for a wedding later. My wife is over at our daughter's right now. Probably gone until late."

I looked an him without expression.

"Have you fucked her?" He asked.

"Buddy, I don't even know your wife. Don't start that shit."

"Funny, not funny. Have you fucked the little redhead?"

"Couldn't afford her." I paused. "Two Hundred Dollars."

"If you weren't such a smart ass you might get bigger tips. I was going to give my daughter two grand towards their honeymoon. I guess I could cut that back a couple of hundred."

"That's why God created fathers."

He slid me a twenty for the two drinks.

"Keep the change. See... being nice is starting to pay off for you."

Twenty minutes later the drinks were gone and my wife was upstairs fucking the guy.

I had been thinking about Sheila in her depressed state. I gave her a call.

"Hey, it's Luke. How are you doing? You seemed a little down." I couldn't believe I was doing that.

"Oh, I'm sorry about earlier. I was in a mood. I've got nobody to talk to."

"I'll talk to you."

"But, you're at work."

"How about I come to your place in the morning?"

"Wow! Okay, about eightish, eight-thirty?" She gave me her address.

I wondered how that would turn out. Then I went back thinking about my wife fucking that stranger upstairs. They were up there for a while. I guess they got along okay. Maybe Pixie wasn't missing Wilbur's dick so much.

She came down and went on out to her car. Just enough presence for me to see she was okay. Well fucked, no doubt, but okay. She called on her way home and said fucking was good, that it was fun to be with a stranger again and see what was going to come out of their pants.

"Out of their pants and up fucking her cunt." Were her exact words.

I got my usual sloppy seconds when I got home. She felt a little tighter after a day without Wilbur's eleven inches sizing her.

My wife slept like a woman that had gotten enough cock to make her happy while I lay awake worrying about going to see Sheila in the morning.

I saw my wife off in the morning, kissing her goodbye, then hurriedly dressing to go see Sheila. I felt like quite the action hero. Pick any action hero. That was me.

Ringing the bell at Sheila's I quite expected her to answer the door naked or in some sexy get up and and dragging me inside to fuck her. Instead I got barefoot, jeans, and a sweatshirt. We talked for two hours with me wondering when the jeans and sweatshirt would come off and we would fuck. We didn't even cuddle. We smooched cheeks when I left.

I was home an hour before my wife showed up and began to tell me about her morning.

"We usually have a quiet first hour with Wilbur and I stocking shelves and tidying up. Instead I spent 20 minutes with my elbows on the countertop by the register with my pants around my ankles and Wilbur slamming his cock into me from behind. His big cock had made me cum twice when a customer came in. I got my pants up and greeted her while Wilbur tried to tuck his dick into his pants. We got another 20 minutes with me cumming twice more and again when Wilbur buried his load in my uterus. It still is packed up there inside me."

"Ah, do you need me to knock that loose for you again?"

"Sure thing, Husband," She laughed. "Come fuck your wife and reclaim my cunt."

It was good to fuck her like that again. Soaking wet and ripped open by that eleven inches of Wilbur's cum spewing hard cock. We lay coupled several minutes with me enjoying her spaciousness and her cunt tightening to hug my still fairly hardened cock.

As I pulled out cum, lots of cum, started rolling out of her cunt and onto the sheet.

"Oh, God. How do you do that?" My wife laughed,

"Oh, Babe. That's all me!" I bragged.

"It is not." She pointed to about a half inch at the tip of the flow. "That's you. The rest is somebody else?"

"Somebody else?" I queried.

"Yes, Wilbur, and probably some of the four loads from last night."

I napped before work and my wife napped with me. Then I showered and dressed to go to work and face Sheila.

To cut the story short, she pulled me to the storage room.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry. After all the teasing I wanted you to fuck me, but I was afraid you had come over to be nice and be my friend. I wasn't sure you wanted to fuck and would laugh at me.. I kept thinking about what you said about me being older than your mother. Did you want to fuck me?"

"I wasn't going to make the first move and you seemed all buttoned up."

"Sorry, come over again in the morning?"

"Sure." I grinned.

Then she kissed me hot on the mouth and was out the door leaving me trying to rearrange my hardon.

About nine o'clock some guy asked me, "How does a guy get fucked round here?"

"Get drunk enough, give me a fifty I give you change for a twenty."

We worked out the details and my wife double fucked him for her only trick of the night. Afterwards she sat at the bar with me for a bit.

"Wilbur came over tonight and I told him I wouldn't fuck him at the house unless you were there. I thought if I came in here with my cunt whistling in the wind it would be bad for business."

"Good thinking. I don't think everyone can appreciate it like I do."

"Yeah, the problem with the regular guys is that I'm leaking through my skirt onto the bar stool."

"Oh, shit!" I reached for the bar towel.

"The problem is that Wilbur has me so I can't clench up my cunt and hold it inside me anymore. I'm going home."

I watched her walk to her car, bar towel wadded in her hand, and a wet sport on her skirt. She placed the towel on the car seat, got in, and drove off.

That left me to think about Sheila the next morning and if someone may come in later in the shift wanting my wife's services.

Over a snack at home my wife commented about the night.

"I don't know why, but the more guys I have the more I want to fuck. Ready for bed?"

Tuesday morning mimicked Monday except when I got to Sheila's she met me naked and pulled me to her bed. We were naked and fucking before I could realize what was happening. With my load inside her we lay on the bed enjoying the mood. I kept sneaking peeks at Sheila and when she stood to go make coffee her body looked really good for a late-fifty-some woman.

The main difference was the old broad was eight inches taller and forty pounds heavier than my wife. A lot easier to fuck and as tight in the cunt as my wife was before she started her fucking other people and Wilbur.

With coffee out of the way we fucked again,

"Now I know what your cock feels like in me."

"Disappointed?"

"Not in the least."

She started to shoo me on my way home.

"You better get going before your wife gets home."

I looked at the clock. I had an hour before my wife got off work at noon. Cheating was new for me. I decided to head home, get a shower.

My wife came home in a great mood for the obvious reason.

"Wilbur fucked me from behind while I leaned over the counter. Put two loads of cum in me."

"I suppose you want me to knock this bunch out, too."

I think Wilbur is poking her cervix open a little more each time. I had heard of womb fucking and wonder if it is real and if so if Wilbur's cock was going to punch into her womb in one of their next fucks.

Most of all I got to compare fucking Sheila to fucking my wife less than two hours apart. After cumming inside my co-worker twice, based on feel and cunt size I'd almost give the nod to the older woman although there's no comparison to fucking your wife after another man has cum in her whether it's Wilbur's eleven inch cock or a cock of a stranger.

Yeah, now about Wednesday. My wife went to work and they fucked from behind over the front counter again. Pixie said she sucked his cock right before his wife came in and swallowed his cum. I didn't care. I wasn't kissing her.

Otherwise, the morning with Sheila went well. We fucked twice and I got a blow job. My wife had me fuck her when she got home. She was already leaking. Wilbur must be loosing up that cervix wherever he's pushed it. Meanwhile, I've been poking the end of Sheila's cunt. It felt good to be able to have that feeling again.

Sheila was in a good smiling mood at shift change. "Are you tired of fucking someone older than your Mom yet?"

"Not me. She's tight and one hell of a good fuck."

"Uh, okay." She paused. "You are talking about me, aren't you?"

I got a quick kiss out of sight and out the door she went. Then, to put on my smiley face and get my wife fucked.

A tall, thin man dressed like he thought he was a cowboy walked right up to the bar. Sat down, ordered a drink. After the usual weather and sports conversation he got to the point.

"Me and a buddy are here to take a couple of camper trailers to Montana in the morning. A friend was here last week and said he got a great little fuck here with some little redhead. Two Hundred, he said, and that you are the man to hook me up. Another friend of mine might want to tap that, too." He waved his hands in the air. "Not at the same time. I am not into that shit."

I tapped my wife's number into the cell phone. I didn't want him to think I had her on speed dial.

"Hey there. You want some company?"

I pointed to the man on the stool. "Room number?"

I told Pixie.

"How soon?"

"Whenever she gets here."

"I heard that. I'll be on my way."

"Oh, there might be a second guy."

"Great, I'd love that."

"I mean after, not at the same time."

My wife came into the hotel looking pretty good. She gave me a little wave as she went up the elevator to fuck the RV delivery trucker. After two hours I was beginning to think she was spending a lot of time. At ten I was ready to text her or call the room. I gave it a few more minutes and in she came looking radiantly well fucked. She came to the bar.

"Wow! that was fun!" She began. The tall cowboy had about nine inches that he knew how to use really well. I fucked him twice and got two good loads pumped into me. Then he said his pal, the second guy was just down the hall. We invited him to see if he was interested and he kind of waffled on it over the Two Hundred and having a wife and four kids at home that would need the money."

"Come and take a look before you say no." The cowboy urged him.

"We were both till naked when the guy tapped on the door. He made a winched face when he saw Cowboy naked, then turn his glaze on me naked. I stood and push my chest out, rubbed two fingers through my cunt, turned around, moved my feet apart, and bent over at the waist, giving him a view of my open pussy. I got a resounding, "Hell, yes. I'm fucking that?"

"I had money in hand, flat on my back, legs spread, and hard cock in my cunt before I could even think. Without any of us giving it any thought Cowboy sat in a chair to watch him fuck me. I remember you watching Wilbur fuck me and that made me all the hotter. I was grabbing his ass to get more dick in me and looking from his face and back and forth to the cowboy as the situation made me cum pretty hard three times and a even harder when I felt his seed spurt into me."

"The guy went soft inside me and I still wanted hard cock fucking me. I gave cowboy a wanton looked and he crawled between my legs and I had his hard nine inches fucking me again."

"After that the second guy fucked me again. I ended up with five loads inside me. I showered in the room, and here I am."

I was impressed and hard. She would be getting a 6th load in her from me when I got her to bed.

"So, are you well fucked and headed for home then?"

"It's the end of your week. long time to Sunday. I wait around. It's just after ten."

I had served a guy earlier that I recognized from being in before that had told me that he had someone at the University he wanted my wife to fuck to help him get a contract. A large athletic man had come in and was sitting with him at the table. The man waved me over.

"This is the guy I was telling you about. Is the little redhead available?"

"She's right over there at the bar." I looked at the big man and he smiled. "Hell, yes. I want fuck her."

"Brian is well known. I'd better go up to the room with him so he won't be spotted with a whore in a hotel." He held up his room key to show the number."

The men went up first. I went back to my wife. Told her the deal and explained who he was. He had been on the football team. Not a star, but got to play a lot. Now my wife was going to fuck him.

I got to thinking about the size of the guy as he had walked by. About six foot six and probably 275 pounds. I laughed that his host wouldn't be able to watch with Pixie fucking the big guy as he wouldn't be see underneath.

A few minutes later the paying guy was back in the bar and sat down near me.

"Oh, I didn't expect you back so soon."

He leaned forward. It was kind of awkward. "When I left they were already full at it with the little gal on top pounding down on him. I think he was surprised. It looked like he has a ten or eleven inch dick and she slid straight down on it to the root and began to fuck him."

"She knows how to handle a hard cock." I agreed.

"Well, you're stuck with me until I can go back to my room."

It was a little over an hour when the elevator opened and the big guy appeared. He came over, stood next to us and ordered a drink.

"Jesus! I've never been fucked like that. You've got a contract, but there's going to have to be more of me fucking that hot little cunt."

"Is she coming down?"

"Taking a shower."

The man paying for the room and the fuck got a little antsy,

"Maybe I'd better get up there. She might let me fuck her!"

Well over an hour later my wife came down, waved, went to her car and left.

When I got home my wife was naked and ready to fuck.

"You had a big night."

"After the five loads from the first two the football guy put his cum in me twice while I was on top and again when he rolled me off and onto my knees and put a third load into me from behind. He seems to think we are going to be a regular thing."

"The guy that paid you to fuck him came up after the football guy left."

"He fucked me twice."

"Did he pay you?"

"No, he should have. But, what the hell? I was six hundred bucks ahead and still needed fucked."

"Jesus, Pixie!" I shook my head and said no more.

"Those RV delivery guys might work out to be a good thing. There are about twenty of them and would probably pay for a little pussy.

I laughed quietly to myself, "If the wanted a little pussy they should have been here a couple of weeks ago."