Getting a Hooker to Help My Wife

At some point in late 90-s we got our first home personal computer and modem, so we started to look for other couples to meet on the internet meeting boards. It was not easy to meet couples, so we were meeting with single men too.

Once we met a man around our age, let's call him Serge. We even still have one of few VHS videos with him at our apartment, first me taking video of him with my wife Anna, then he was taking a video of us two.

Compared to many other men she was meeting at the time, he was great in having so many different sexy ideas, he was patient and sensitive to her needs. Besides the sex proper, he also encouraged her exhibitionistic side. We used to smoke cigarettes at that time in the common stairs area of our multistory apartment building. He made her go there naked under her fur coat, so our neighbors would have some opportinity to catch a glimpse of her body.

Myself, I was really glad to find somebody who would have similar tastes and ideas about married sluts. He also was OK to have sex with her in front of me, while most of her internet dates insisted on having one-to-one meetings. No other men present. And definitely no husband, no-no.

Anyways it turned out to be more than one night stand and on our second meeting after a couple of hours of threesome and other sex combinations we decided to find a prostitute to join us for the foursome. Or two plus two, whatever.

So we called a taxi and went to a part of the city where street hookers were soliciting clients during late hours. It was winter time, but my wife after some drinks and alot of sex put on only her fur coat, high boots, lingerie and stockings. We recently saw some similar outfit in a sex movie. We wanted more adventures, so she was ready for them.

I sat next to the taxi driver in front, while Anna and Serge took a back seat. While we were riding from to our destination, my wife and our guest started to caress and kiss. She opened her fur coat and spread her legs so the driver would be able to see her, and I too. Serge started to caress her between her legs, then moved aside her panties and eventually she took them off completely. The car started to fill with a smell of the excited female's body adn of her vagina that recently took a couple of our loads, and she did not have time to wash it yet.

It was completely breathtaking to see my wife openly treated like a whore by a stranger in a cab. We arrived in the area and started to cruise looking at the groups of the working girls on the sidewalks. At some point we saw a group of young attractive girls, and stopped. Serge got out of the car and started to talk to them. Meanwhile Anna was sitting in the back seat with her legs wide open, giving the driver the best opportunity to watch her cunt in the rear mirror. She obviously liked the impression she had on the poor man.

Serge came back and told us that no girl wants to do it with two men and a woman. For any money. Then my wife said she wanted to try to help him, that we don't want to deceive a poor hooker girl, and that there was indeed one woman in our group. So she came out of the car, still having her fur coat open. Maybe she wanted to shock those girls and bypassers by her naked sight. Or maybe she thought she would look like that as a prostitute herself. She did not close her fur coat the whole time she was talking to the girls.

Meanwhile the driver tried to small talk to me and made some comment about my wife, somewhat like: "Really hot girl you two have here"! I answered that she is my wife, but she is a slut and I really support it and I love it. He obviously did not believe me and went silent.

Anyways, all our effort to find another girl for us went futile. Eventually we retired to our apartment and kept our slut - my wife busy for another threesome session.

After that Serge disappeared for a while, he was busy getting his immigration visa. I knew that he visited my wife one or two times after that before leaving the country. Anna kept communicating to him from time to time after that but we never saw him again.