A Good and Wise Wife

Nora felt deep shame when she bumped into her old school friend Lizzy while out shopping. Lizzy was well dressed in designer clothes, while Nora was draped in ill-fitting supermarket brand ones. She didn't waste any time telling Nora how well her life was going thanks to her successful husband. He'd just been promoted again. They'd just had their second holiday of the year and just blown £20k on refitting the kitchen.

Nora smiled and nodded, waiting for the inevitable, "So, how's it with you and Jeff?" Truth was things weren't great. She'd married him after dating at college, thinking his degree would lead to a glittering career. He had a job flipping burgers back then. Things hadn't progressed much. Now, he was a bottom grade data entry clerk whose pay barely covered the bus fare to work. Nora was the main breadwinner, and together, they could just about rent a flat above a thrift store. Jeff was a nice guy, problem was most guys were simply better.

"Things are fine, Jeff's enjoying his job, and he's just had a pay raise." Nora left out the bit about how the government had just risen the minimum wage.

That night, Jeff noticed his wife wasn't her usual self. She had hardly spoken a word and didn't seem too impressed with the stuff he'd picked up from the 'clearance' fridge at the supermarket. Jeff knew what would cheer her up, an early night and a good dicking.

Nora lay feigning enjoyment as Jeff shuffled, huffed, and grunted upon her. "Whoops its slipped out again," he said before pushing back inside. Not that Nora even noticed it was inside anyway. Nora knew the signs when he was about to cum, as usual she began to fake her orgasm. She'd never orgasmed before and learned the routine from movies, not that Jeff knew, he'd never made a woman climax with his tiny five inch skinny dick.

A week past but thoughts of her meeting with Lizzy hadn't faded. As she waited for the bus home from work she received a text, Jeff had gotten some overtime. As always he grabbed it knowing they needed the cash. No one could accuse him of not putting the hours in, it was just a shame his bosses always promoted other guys, guys that hadn't been there as long as Jeff.

Nora looked at the bar across the road from the bus stop. She wasn't the type to drink alone, especially at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, but she thought, 'What the Hell, one glass won't break the bank.' She'd sat opposite it every evening on the commute home but had never actually been inside. Swapping the bus stop bench for a bar stool she sipped upon chardonnay and gazed at the beer mat.

"Hello pretty lady. I is wondering is you married lady?" Said a tall black guy, "Me is single."

Nora smiled at his bad English, he took it as flirting and sat beside her. Usually she'd tell guy like that to fuck off but she didn't have the energy. Nora slid her hand under the table to hide her wedding ring, "No, I'm not married."

Together they made small talk, his limited English allowed little more. He bought her another drink, then another one while constantly praising her beauty. As she finished the third glass he popped the question, "We have sex now, yes?"

Nora remembered the old adage, when down have chocolate. She thought for a second before telling herself, 'Fuck it I deserve this.'

"You got somewhere to go?"

"Me fuck you in alley yes?"

Nora and the guy who's name she couldn't pronounce left the pub and turned into a tight alleyway filled with skips, bins, and old boxes. Nora had never been blacked before but after accepting two drinks she felt it was only right to pay him back.

No sooner had Nora hitched up her skirt and bent over a trash can did she feel his long thick cock push inside and confirm the rumours about black guys to be true. His shovel like hands held her firmly by the waist as his cock did what her husband's never could, put pressure on all walls. Nora gasped as he probed depths she never knew she had. Deep long thrusts that didn't slip out no matter how fast he went.

Suddenly an unfamiliar sensation filled her groin, a deep building ache as if a dam was about to burst. A moment later Nora felt her body convulsing in extasy as she experienced her first ever orgasm. As it subsided she felt his pace quicken before he sprayed her in depths untouched. The whole thing had only lasted five minutes, still it was longer than she was uses to.

That night in bed her husband's cock didn't even dip into the black guts deposit. But at least she faked her orgasm with more realism. Jeff took it as a good sign his wife's mood had improved. Nora knew she should have felt guilty, but she didn't. Why should she?

A few days later at work Nora couldn't help think of her encounter with the black guy. As she typed away she could feel herself getting uncomfortably damp downstairs. Come lunch break she knew she had to do something about it. She knew she couldn't drink on lunch and she wasn't guaranteed to meet him again so what was she to do?

Nora left the office and took her usual lunchtime walk. "Spare any change please," came a voice from the floor.

Normally, she'd just hurry past in silence. But today she looked down at the beggar and wondered if he earned more money than her husband. She took out a £10 note and discreetly pointed to her crotch, "Do you want to earn a tenner?" She asked.

Unsurprisingly he did and once again Nora found herself down an alleyway only travelled by rats and vagrants. Pushed up against a dumpster she felt his cock earn it's tenner. He was nowhere as big as the black guy yet like most men he surpassed her husband. Nora clung on to the dumpster lid as he thrust with more passion than her husband ever did until his cock was treated to her spasming pussy as she squirted over his unwashed cock.

Nora returned to the office, she couldn't believe how easy it was to get sex. More importantly how easy it was to orgasm on a real man's cock. She wondered why every woman wasn't doing this on her lunchbreak perhaps they were, but that was probably because they could afford to give away £10 notes.

Nora wondered if homeless guys would fuck her for a fiver. There were tonnes of beggars in her city. Young, old, every race, every shape and size. It was a smorgasbord of cock and if she never did the same guy twice it wasn't really cheating. She was paying them, she wasn't accepting gifts or anything, nor was she romantically involved. She was getting what her husband couldn't provide and that was definitely not cheating.

Over the next few weeks, Jeff noticed a marked improvement in his wife's mental state. OK, she'd often moan about how food prices had gone up, but he was happy to work longer hours. He knew he was very lucky to have a wife like her, and for some reason, her blowjob game had much improved, although she did seem too tired for sex now more often.

It was getting harder for Nora to find new beggars within walking distance of her job. Finding a guy, getting fucked, and getting back to the office on time wasn't as easy it once was but she was determined not to fuck the same guy twice, that would be unfair on Jeff and at the end of the day she was still a good wife. However, one thing was playing on her mind. In all of her encounters, she had not once used a condom. Why should she when she was on the pill anyway?

Still, it wouldn't hurt to pay the clap clinic a visit for a check-up, just to be sure. Nora was surprised just how busy the waiting room was. It was filled with men and women of all ages but mostly teens and twentysomethings. She wondered how many there were just getting a precautionary check-up like her and how many had an embarrassing burn that needed attention.

Nora noticed a guy looking at her, the way men look when they want something. He was in his early twenties and struck her as a bit of a player. "Not seen you here before," he asked.

"First time," replied Nora, wondering how often you have to visit an STD clinic to spot the regulars.

"I come here once a month, you know, just to put my mind at ease."

"Same here," came another voice, "Can't be too careful these days. Touch wood, not had anything yet."

"So what you into?" He asked, "Guessing a woman of your age, it's swinging parties, right?"

Nora didn't quite appreciate the 'woman of your age' comment, "No, just been on holiday, had a fling now want to put my mind at ease too."

"Married?" He replied, looking at her ring," Probably best before you give him an inch."

Nora twiddled her wedding ring, "Yeah, it would be hard to explain."

"Well if we're both clear do you fancy a fuck?"

Nora was surprised how openly he asked, even more surprised no one as much as blinked. Before she could answer she was called into the examination room. A quick pee in a pot, a little poke around by the nurse and a chat and in a short time Nora got the all clear. She left the little room and all could see by her smiling face that her pussy was safe.

Nora sat in her car outside for a while. It kind of made sense that she'd be negative. It wasn't like homeless people got a lot of sex. A thought entered her head, guys who go to clap clinics on a regular basis must be getting a lot of sex, guys who get a lot of sex must be good in bed. Therefore STD clinics are the best place to pick up good fucks that you know are safe and clean.

When Nora spotted that guy leaving the building she jumped on the chance to take him up on his offer. "So all clear then?" She asked leaning out the car window.

"Yeah," he smiled, "Never got an answer earlier. My vans over there if you fancy a fuck in the back."

Nora, climbed into the back of his Transit van. There was a mattress lying on the floor, "You travel prepared don't you?"

"Best thing I ever bought. I've fucked all over the country in this thing. Even sound proofed the walls," he replied pointing to the egg cartons he'd glued to the panels.

Nora wasn't convinced that it was safe to have a screaming orgasm despite the makeshift sound proofing, still it offered more privacy than crouching down behind a dumpster. "Ever been caught?" She asked.

"Nah, always park in the far corner. Truth is even if people see the van rocking they never come a knocking. They've no idea who's inside and don't want to take the risk. You can fuck just about anywhere."

"That's handy," replied Nora as she took her skirt and panties off.

"You cheat on your husband often then?" He asked as he undressed.

"Occasionally."

"Good girl, a wife should treat herself. No harm in it."

Nora smiled at his large shaven cock, "I can see why girls get in the van."

"Why don't you let me taste that MILF pussy."

Nora didn't have any kids but she never said anything. It had been ages since she had any proper oral, bar her husband's half-hearted offerings. If he wasn't willing to satisfy her that way then Nora deserved to treat herself. Nora gasped as he pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers and tongue fucked her pussy. She pushed his head down into her to savour everything millimetre and groaned in delight as she squirmed in pleasure.

Nora wondered if he'd have been so eager to lap up her juices if he knew of the dozens of dirty unwashed vagrant cocks that had been up there. Nora smiled at thought before locking her legs around him, forcing his head down, and flooding his face as she climaxed. He cleaned up the mess with his tongue before stating, "My turn now."

"Oh fuck I've not cum like that in ages. I hope that soundproofing worked."

"Say, since your pussy's been done, how you feel about taking it up the arse?"

Despite being in her thirties, Nora had never been analised although she'd often thought about it. She had considered suggesting it to her husband but feared his tiny 5 inch cock would barely make it past her butt cheeks. It was the perfect chance to tick it off her bucket list. Nora knew anal wasn't every woman's cup of tea. But the thought of being made to take it by a complete stranger was a massive turn on. Perhaps it was just post orgasm high but Nora agreed to it. It seemed stupid to mention she was an anal virgin, not to mention a tad shameful she hadn't been buggered at her age.

"Got any lube?" She asked.

"Of course, always keep a tube in the van just in case. You like it hard and rough?"

"You gonna make me take it?"

"Yeah, why don't you lie face down for me?"

No sooner has Nora obeyed than she felt him sitting on her legs pinning her down, a moment later she felt his greasy finger pushing forcefully into her anus.

Nora let out an 'OUCH' but he just laughed and wriggled his finger deep inside.

He scrunched up her damp panties in his hand and lying flat over her crammed them into her mouth. Nora mumbled incoherently as she felt him wriggling his hard cock to her tight virgin asshole. She knew whatever came next she had no choice but to take it.

Nora screamed into her panties as he penetrated, her legs kicked as he pushed deep inside until his balls squashed against her buttocks. "Fuck, that hurt," she said to herself. He never gave her much thinking time before he got to work on destroying her arse. Nora groaned and trembled as thrust after trust he dominated her in a way her husband never could.

It didn't last long before Nora felt him cumming deep inside and collapsing exhausted upon her. It had been more painful than she anticipated yet it made her feel alive, it felt like it was something she long needed but never realised.

Nora lay off the homeless guys after that. Instead when she fancied a fuck she just parked up in the STD clinic car park and waited until someone took her fancy. They never refused her offer and better still it saved her money which made her husband happy. Jeff lived in blissful ignorance, totally unaware of the countless cocks that had his wife every year.

When the time came and they decided to start a family of their own, Nora knew she had to do the right thing. She came off the pill and only fucked guys with the same eye and hair colour as her husband. Anyone else, well, they got the back door, for Nora was a good and wise wife.