Sin's Embrace

****Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, no underage characters will ever be portrayed in any shape or form in this or any future stories.****

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This story is meant to be a short story so do let me know if you enjoy and wanna see more chapters for this. This story was written to help me get out of writer's block that has stopped me from continuing my main story of Eva. It has done it's job and I hope to finish the next chapter soon.

This story is in first person point of view of Erik the husband of Kayley. Erik is a lawyer in his early thirties married to Kayley for a few years now but they started dating when they were teenagers (18+). Kaley is a housewife and you can imagine her looks as you like but in my mind I'm picturing the porn-star "Kayley Gunner" though no fake tits..... purely natural all the way.

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The sun dipped low, casting long, dancing shadows across the immaculate lawns of our suburban haven. I watched Kayley standing near the kitchen window, her silhouette framed by the golden light. She was humming a tune, probably one of those hymns she loved so much, as she washed the dishes. Her long, wavy blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face. She was still dressed in her typical clothes, a simple yet elegant dress that fell to her knees, modest and demure. Yet, I knew what lay beneath - the curves that drove me wild, the soft skin that tasted like honey, the passion that burned like a secret flame.

I had seen it all, touched it all, tasted it all. But there was one fantasy that lingered, a desire that refused to be sated within the confines of our bedroom.

I had shared it with her almost a year ago, late one night, the words tumbling out in a rush of honesty and vulnerability. I had expected her to recoil, to be shocked, maybe even a little disgusted. But she had listened, her eyes wide with clear hesitation but her expression soft. She had asked for a few days to wrap her head around it all which I instantly agreed to; half expecting her to either outright reject it or take those few days to come up with some logical excuses to get me to forget all about it.

Yet just in a couple of days while lying in bed she had taken my face in her hands, and said, "I love you, Erik. And if this is what you need, then I'll do it. For you."

Those couple of days had been a nightmare for me though expecting all sorts of scenarios ranging from her rejecting the idea as a joke to taking it seriously and serving me with papers for divorce. I had wondered where this wild idea had taken hold in my mind and there was only one instance that came to my mind.

The evening my law firm had pretty much made me go to a client's business to get them to sign us on full time. I had gone there and obviously got the account but the celebrations went a bit out of hand as the client got a bit drunk and called a few hookers to entertain the party. I wasn't going to indulge but the night held a wild surprise for me; one of the ladies that visited resembled an awful lot like my wife Kayley. Back then Kayley obviously would never have been caught wearing a slutty body hugging golden dress like that which would show off so much skin. Yet I couldn't shake the idea of my Kayley actually wearing such a dress for me. I struggled with the fantasy for a long time before I finally managed to gather enough courage to bring it up to Kaley.

So naturally when Kayley agreed almost a year ago to give it a try; I had kissed her then, deeply and passionately, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. And so, our little game began. She would dress up in various outfits I would bring for her, her hair always a little too neat, her makeup a little too subtle. I would pretend to be a stranger and she would pretend to be a prostitute for me. I never expected her to act differently; she would always be her own self - the naturally shy and innocent churchgoing wife I knew yet the outfits I brought for her to wear would bring out something from within her that I absolutely loved. When we began this game she was always hesitant but seeing how much it turned me on she quickly got into it. The sex was amazing but after when we were back to being a loving husband and wife the lovemaking would be on a completely different level. It was like we both had stumbled upon a higher level of intimacy by merely indulging in my fantasy. Though by this point it was a shared fantasy than just my own.

Kayley had grown into it, her initial hesitation replaced by a playful curiosity. She'd started to enjoy the role-play, the way it made me look at her, the way it made her feel. She would often even initiate the game on her own rather than waiting for me to ask for it. One evening as I stepped through the front door I found Kayley sitting on the couch facing me with almost business like posture. Completely in character she asked me "Hello! Mr. Erik, I'm sent by the agency for you tonight." I dropped my bag at the door with my jaw hanging open while looking at her outfit. She had stepped it up a bit not waiting for me to bring an outfit for her this time.

Forgetting everything else in my excitement I tried to rush towards her but with a commanding tone she raised one finger to stop me in my tracks she said "I trust you have my payment ready, Sir?" I fumbled my way through my wallet and showered her with all the money I had in there eagerly which almost made her break character and giggle in the adorable way she always did when I did something silly.

But over time I could see the spark in her eyes fading, the excitement waning or maybe it was a reflection of my own excitement waning. Kayley might have noticed my interest going dull in the fantasy in its current form. We needed something more, something real. Maybe even a bit dangerous? Just the thought of Kayley wearing those outfits outside the safety of our home was too much for me to handle yet it had a certain pull to it. Surely these thoughts were wrong, right? I mean Kayley was my wife and she was playing along indulging my fantasy..... for the sake of her love for me! Then why did the idea of others seeing her this way...... the way she was dressing just for my eyes..... why was it so enticing to me?!

I thrust aside the thought, shaking my head as if to dislodge it. No, this was about us, about our love, our shared fantasy. Nothing more.

Kayley looked up from the dish soap, catching me staring at her. She smiled, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "What are you thinking about, Erik?" she asked, her voice soft and warm.

I smiled back, stepping into the kitchen and wrapping my arms around her waist. "Just how beautiful you are," I replied, resting my chin on her shoulder. She leaned into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

"You're sweet, Erik," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I know you're thinking about more than just my looks."

I chuckled, my breath stirring the loose strands of hair by her ear. "You know me too well, wifey."

She turned in my arms, her hands resting on my chest. "So, what's on your mind, husband of mine?"

I took a deep breath, my gaze holding hers. "I've been thinking... maybe it's time to take our game outside."

Her eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face. "Outside?" she echoed, her voice barely audible.

I nodded, tracing patterns on her back with my fingertips.

"Just think about it, Kayley. We could go somewhere... somewhere public. You could wear one of your outfits, and I could... I could be the stranger who sees you."

She bit her lip, her eyes searching mine. "And what if someone recognizes me? What if someone from the church sees me like that?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know it's risky, but I think it could be fun! You can't honestly tell me it's not even a little bit exciting though?"

She looked away, her gaze drifting to the window. "I don't know, Erik. It's not like I've ever done anything like this before."

I cupped her chin, turning her face back to me.

"I know it's a big step, Kayley. But I promise, I'll be there with you every step of the way. We'll go somewhere secluded, somewhere no one will recognize you. And if you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can stop. No questions asked."

She stared into my eyes for along moment staying silent and searching for any doubt within me. Finally she took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto mine. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it. But not tonight Erik. Early tomorrow morning we have Sunday church to attend but after that I'll go out shopping if you promise not to spoil the fun by peeking at the dress like last time."

A surge of relief and excitement coursed through me. "Thank you, Kayley" I murmured, pulling her into a tight hug. "You have no idea how much this means to me. I promise I'll behave."

She hugged me back, her body pressing against mine.

"I trust you, Erik" she whispered, her voice muffled against my chest. "But remember, this is just for you. And for us. Not for anyone else."

I nodded, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I know, Kayley. And I promise, I won't let you down."

She pulled back, her eyes searching mine. "And what about the money? I can't just go out there and... and do this without some sort of payment."

I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "You're right. I'll make sure to have some cash on hand. We can use it for the dress, or for...... whatever else you might need," I finished, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. She rolled her eyes, but I could see the hint of a smile on her face. "You're terrible," she said, swatting my arm lightly. "But I appreciate the thought."

I grinned, pulling her into another hug. "I'm just trying to make this as realistic as possible. After all, we're not just playing a game, we're living out a fantasy."

She nodded, her head resting on my shoulder. "I know. And I'm excited, Erik. Really. But I'm also nervous."

I held her tighter, my chin resting on the top of her head.

"It's okay to be nervous, Kayley. It's a big step. But remember, you're not alone. I'm right here with you."

She took a deep breath, her body relaxing against mine. "And I trust you, Erik. I just... I just hope I can do this right for you." My heart skipped a beat - she wasn't nervous about going out in public.... she was nervous about giving me the perfect night through my fantasy. She definitely has come a long way.

I could still remember the first time I had asked her to wear the red dress I had bought for her. She had stood in front of the mirror, her eyes wide with disbelief as she took in her reflection. The dress was a deep, rich red, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. It was short, much shorter than anything she had ever worn, and the neckline was dangerously low, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. She had crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"Erik, I can't wear this" she had said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's too revealing" she had stammered, her eyes darting to mine in the reflection of the mirror as I sat on the edge of our bed watching her closely. "I just..... can't!"

I had stepped up behind her, my hands resting on her shoulders. "You don't have to go out like this, Kayley" I had murmured, my voice soft and reassuring. "This is just for me. Just for us."

She had taken a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "But what if someone sees me through the window? What if someone comes to the door?"

I had shaken my head, my gaze holding hers. "No one will see you, Kayley. We'll be alone. Just you and me. I promise I'll not make you open the door like this if someone does come to visit us this late!" I had chuckled at the silly nervousness she displayed that night.  

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I barely slept with how much excitement I was feeling down to my bones waiting for next day to finally arrive. It was no surprise that I was tired by the time we were driving to the church. Knowing what sinful plans Kayley and I had after the church made me feel like I might just catch on fire the moment I stepped through the threshold of the church. I kept stealing glances at her, her hand resting lightly on my arm as we walked down the aisle. She was dressed in her usual Sunday best, a simple yet elegant dress that fell to her knees, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in loose curls. Her blue eyes were bright and clear, her smile genuine as she greeted our fellow churchgoers. But I knew what lay beneath that innocent exterior, the secret that we shared, the fantasy that we were about to step into.

The service was long, the sermon seemed to drag on forever, and I found myself fidgeting in my seat, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

Kayley, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, her eyes closed in prayer, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked so innocent, so pure, so unlike the woman I knew she could be. It was a heady combination, one that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

As we left the church, I could feel the weight of her hand on my arm, her fingers digging into my flesh. She was nervous, I could tell, but she was also excited. I could see it in the way her eyes sparkled, the way her lips curved into a small smile.

She was looking forward to this, to our little game, as much as I was. I couldn't wait to see her in action, to watch her transform from the sweet, innocent wife I knew into the sultry, confident prostitute I had come to desire.

As we walked to the car, I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready for this, Kayley?" I whispered, my voice low and husky.

She shivered, her breath hitching slightly. "Yes" she replied, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."

I grinned, my heart pounding in my chest. "Good" I said, opening the car door for her. She however stopped right in my way as I was about to open the passenger door of the car for her. With a questioning look I looked at her to which she replied simply "I have been thinking the whole night and came up with a great plan. I'm taking a cab to the shopping center and you can take the car home, honey." 

I was bit confused so I argued "I can drop you off to the shopping center, babe. Then we can go home together." She firmly shook her head "No I can't take any chances of you peeking at the outfit for tonight. So go home and wait for me okay?"

I finally nodded before handing her my credit card saying "here you go.... you can buy anything you want." To which I was met with a scowl "Erik..... you are not fooling anyone. I'm gonna need cash.... or you will know what I buy if I use your credit card!"

Chuckling at how fast she caught me I put away my credit card and handed her a white envelop hoping the cash inside would be enough for whatever she had in her mind. With that she quickly pecked my cheek and turned to go hail a cab as I watched her walk away gracefully still holding my car key in my grip. I couldn't wait for her to get home already.

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The house felt empty without her, the silence echoing through the halls. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with thoughts of what she might be doing. Was she already trying on dresses? Was she flirting with the salesmen? The thought sent a jolt of jealousy through me, but it was quickly replaced by excitement. I trusted her, I knew she wouldn't do anything to betray our love or our game.

I tried to distract myself with work, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't focus on the case files spread out on the coffee table, my eyes kept drifting to the clock. It was only been an hour since she left, but it felt like an eternity.

I found myself checking my phone every few minutes, willing it to ring, to buzz with a message from Kayley. But there was nothing, just the silent, mocking screen staring back at me.

I paced back and forth, my footsteps echoing through the empty house. The silence was deafening, the absence of her humming, her laughter, her soft footsteps, a physical ache in my chest. I missed her, not just the anticipation of tonight, but her. Her warmth, her smile, her presence.

I missed it all. I found myself wandering into our bedroom, my gaze drawn to the closet where she kept her secret stash of outfits. I had bought them all, each one more daring than the last, but she had chosen them, had tried them on, had played the part for me. I ran my fingers along the silky fabric of a black dress, my mind flashing back to the night she had worn it. She had been a vision, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her blue eyes smoldering with a desire I had never seen before. She had been confident, playful, a stranger and yet my wife all at once.

I shook my head, stepping away from the closet.

I needed to keep busy, to distract myself from the thoughts racing through my mind. I grabbed my laptop from the desk in the corner of the room and booted it up, trying to lose myself in the case files I had been working on. But my mind was elsewhere, my eyes kept drifting to the clock, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As the minutes ticked by, I found myself growing more and more restless. I tried to distract myself with the TV, but the sound of the news anchor's voice was like white noise, my mind too far away to focus on anything but Kayley. I found myself checking the time every few minutes, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Somehow while listening to the news anchor drone on and on about some crime statistics in his monotonous voice I fell asleep.  Nothing in particular woke me up or maybe it was my mind alerting me for what lay ahead tonight; I woke up with a start feeling completely lost as the house was in slight darkness. The sunlight was peeking through the curtains indicating how close it was to sunset. I fumbled around for a bit trying to remember where I had kept my cellphone and wondering if Kayley had texted or called and I had simply missed it. Swearing to myself for falling asleep I quickly turned the lights on and found my cellphone hoping there wasn't a text from Kayley I had missed hours ago making her worry about me.

I felt both relief and worry that there was neither a call nor a text from Kayley. Then my worry became panic when I saw it was nearly seven in the evening. Kayley should have been back hours ago! I quickly shot her a text wanting to know where she was. As soon as the text was sent I saw the bubbles pop up on screen indicating she was typing a reply.

However the text that appeared on my screen shocked me. It simply read "Mr. Erik thank you for choosing our agency. Unfortunately tonight would be too short notice for any of our fabulous girls to entertain you. We are sorry for the inconvenience caused and would like to suggest an alternative for tonight."

The text was quickly followed by a GPS pin which showed a location far away from any place we ever visited. The marker read "The DreamScape Motel" with hardly any good reviews online for it. Kayley was already playing the game and was far ahead of me apparently. Another text flashed which read "You might find some company on the street near the motel and as good gesture we would like to offer to pay for a room there if you decide to go."

I was stunned, my heart pounding in my chest. Kayley had really gone all out for this. I quickly replied "I'm headed there now!" I grabbed my wallet and keys, my mind racing as I rushed out the door. The DreamScape Motel was on the outskirts of town, a seedy looking place with flickering neon signs and a parking lot half filled with cars that had seen better days.

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By the time I reached the motel it was pretty dark outside and it was hard to see anything on the street with how dim the street lights were in these parts of city. Parking my car on the street outside the motel I peered both directions down the street but didn't spot the familiar blonde haired woman.  

Pulling out my phone I shot her a quick text; this time in character "I'm at the location now..... street seems empty but I hope the offer to pay for a room is still good?" I waited about ten minutes until I got a reply. It simply read "Room 203 should be ready for you by now, Sir. All paid up but for company you would be on your own. We hope you good luck finding someone. Have some patience and we are sure someone would catch your eye."

I guess I had no choice but to wait and let Kayley play things out as she had planned out. The absence of control in this situation was both exciting and scary for me as I sat there in my car; my knuckles getting white hot while gripping the wheel tightly. After a while I could see a couple of women standing under streetlights waiting for their clients. I guess Kayley had done her research about this place; this was clearly a place for prostitution. None of the women I could see on the street right now could hold a torch to my wife when it came to beauty.

My eyes were searching for that familiar womanly form though; Kayley was yet to make an appearance. Occasionally a car would pull up to those women and they would lean down to talk to the guy inside; shamelessly showing off their cleavage to entice the guy inside. The idea that soon I would be driving up to a woman that was yet to appear on the street just so she could lean down my car window just like that; it was too exciting and was making me feel impatient.  

I couldn't wait to see Kayley in action. I had seen her in our bedroom, playing the part for me, but this was different. This was real. Or at least, it was as real as we could make it.

I rolled down my window, letting the cool night air rush in. The street was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic from the highway. I could see the women under the streetlights, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light. I knew Kayley was out there somewhere, waiting, watching. I could feel it, like a tingling at the back of my neck.

She was out there, watching, waiting. I could almost feel her eyes on me, even though I couldn't see her. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. This was what I had wanted, what I had asked for. But now that it was happening, I felt a mix of excitement and fear.

I leaned back in my seat, my eyes scanning the street. The women under the streetlights were still there, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light. I could see them talking to the men who pulled up, their laughter echoing through the night. I could hear the low hum of their voices, the money changing hands. I felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. This was her world now, her stage. And I was just a spectator, watching from the sidelines.

I checked my phone again, but there was still no message from Kayley. I tried to distract myself by scrolling through the news, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't focus on anything but the thought of Kayley, out there, waiting. She was making me wait; toying with me surely! Once I see her I'll surely make her pay for this absurd amount of waiting! I thought to myself fuming a bit.                                                                  

Suddenly, I saw her....... at least I think that's her. She was coming out of the motel. Damn it she must have used the motel room for getting ready. I could and should have just gone up there instead of waiting I thought to myself. But I guess it would have ruined whatever she had planned for me.  In the dim light I could recognize her form but something was off. Definitely no shiny blonde hair. Was she wearing a wig for this or did she actually dye her hair? I peered through the darkness only to see a hint of red hair in the distance. Though that was the least shocking thing about the woman walking out of the motel; the outfit she was wearing was outrageous. It might even put those other women to shame.

Standing under the dim orange glow of a streetlamp, she wears a tight, short dress -- likely made from a stretchy synthetic material like spandex or lycra that clings to her body. The color is eye-catching bold red.  The dress ends high on the thigh, with a plunging neckline and cutouts that accentuate her figure.  She wears a faux leather jacket, cropped and lightweight -- just enough to offer a bit of warmth or storage for essentials. The jacket adds texture to the look and helps signal confidence and toughness.  Fishnet stockings cover her legs. On her feet are high heels - platform stilettos.  They elongate her legs and complete the overtly provocative silhouette.  Accessories are practical but flashy: large hoop earrings, layered necklace, and bold lip color -- something glossy or deep red that pops in low light. Her makeup is dramatic, intended to be seen from a distance: heavy eyeliner, long lashes, and bright, well-defined lips.

She carries a small clutch, the kind that looks like it would barely fit a phone and some lipstick. It's a statement piece, a prop to complete the look. I can't see her face clearly, but I can tell she's nervous. Her shoulders are tense, her back straight, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her clutch.

I watch as she steps out onto the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement. She looks around, her eyes scanning the street. She's looking for me, I realize. She's looking for her mark. I feel a surge of excitement, a thrill at the thought of being her target. She spots my car and realizes I'm looking right at her. A brief smile appears on her lips to let me know she was into it all before going back to her persona picked for the night. Just as I was about to start my car and pull up next to her and begin the game I felt myself hesitate. Didn't I tell myself I would get her back for making me wait tonight? I smiled to myself as I leaned back relaxing into the car seat; my eyes fixated on her and her only. She looked back at me with confusion and saw a challenge in my eyes staring back at her.

I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to figure out what I was up to. Just when she was about to break character and come walking towards me a car came around the corner; music blaring out through the open windows and screeches to a half right in front of Kayley; making her freeze in fear. This was it..... should I go get her or let her struggle a bit and see if she can handle herself in this situation? I thought to myself as I sat upright watching closely.

The car that had pulled up was a beat-up old sedan, the paint job chipped and faded. The music blaring from the speakers was a mix of hip-hop and R&B, the bass thumping loudly against the windows. The driver was a middle aged man, no older than forty, his hair thinning. He leaned out of the window, a smirk on his face as he looked Kayley up and down. I even imagined him licking his lips but from this far I couldn't possibly know that.

"Hey, baby" he called out, his voice laced with a thick accent. "You lookin' for some company?"

Kayley hesitated, her eyes darting from the car to me and back again. She was looking at me for any hint on how to proceed. She probably expected me to ram my car against this man's car to save her by now. But when I didn't even move a muscle she noticed the encouraging and somewhat teasing look I was giving her. It was challenge for her; I wanted to see how long she could keep this up. I expected her to be flustered before sending the guy away quickly and come running to me.  

But to my surprise, she took a deep breath, her shoulders straightening as she turned to face the man in the car. She was playing the part, fully immersed in her role. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement.

"Well, aren't you a charmer?" she replied, her voice taking on a sultry, husky tone I had never heard before. She sauntered over to the car, her hips swaying with each step. She leaned down, her elbows resting on the window frame, giving the man a clear view of her cleavage. "What's your name, sugar?" I felt a sudden rush of jealousy in my heart knowing it was supposed to be me she leaned forward to show her cleavage to yet I had chosen to let this play out with this stranger. Now he was the first one to get the view down her front instead of me tonight.

The man's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes roaming over her body. He said plainly "does my name even matter? Tell me how much?" This question seemed to stump Kayley for a bit. Never during our role-plays at home did we talk about prices. Whatever money I threw at her was all part of silly game but this was real. She seemed nervous to answer as in her mind she could give a number either too high or too low. But then I heard her smartly say "That depends on what you are looking for handsome."

I was impressed by her quick thinking. She was handling this situation like a pro. I could see the man's eyes widen as he tried to figure out what she meant. He was clearly intrigued by her response. I was impressed by how quickly she had adapted to this situation.

The man leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving Kayley's face focusing on her soft lips. "How about getting in my car and maybe using your hand at first and then wrapping those pretty little mouth around my cock? How much for that? If I like what you offer maybe I'll even take you in the motel for a lot more. What do you say?"

The man's voice was low, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and greed. He leaned back in his seat, his hand resting on the gearshift, his fingers tapping impatiently. Kayley hesitated, her eyes flicking to me again, seeking guidance. But I remained still, my eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge in my gaze. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the tight red dress. She was playing the game, and I was letting her lead.

I wanted to see how far she would take this, how far she would go to keep up the charade. I was curious to see if she would back out, if she would come running to me, or if she would hold her ground and play the part to the end.

Kayley took a deep breath, her eyes flicking back to the man in the car. She seemed to gather her courage, her shoulders straightening as she leaned in closer to the window. "For that, sugar, it's going to cost you" she said, her voice steady and confident. "Five hundred for the handjob, and another five hundred for the blowjob. And that's just to start" Kayley said, her voice steady and confident. I felt a jolt of surprise. Five hundred dollars? That was more than we had ever role-played with. But this wasn't a game anymore, was it? And Kayley was playing the part to perfection.

The man in the car whistled, his eyes widening. "You are a street whore you realize that don't ya?" he said, a note of irritation in his voice. "You might be a lot better than other whores on this street I have seen in a while but if I had that kinda money I wouldn't be on this fucking cheap street, bitch!" He practically was raging at her so I knew it was time for me to intervene before anything bad happened. The other women standing further down the street were starting to look in Kayley's direction in concern.  

They could sense the tension and were ready to intervene if things got out of hand. I knew I had to act fast before the situation escalated. I started my car, the engine purring to life, and pulled up alongside Kayley. I rolled down the passenger window, leaning over to get a good look at the man in the other car.

"Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice calm and steady, despite the turmoil inside me. I could feel the man's eyes on me, assessing, trying to figure out if I was a threat.

Kayley looked at me, her eyes wide with relief. She had been playing the part so well, but I could see the fear in her eyes. But before she could say anything the guy spat back at me "Move along alright..... I'm making a deal with her.... she is just being unreasonable. Maybe I'll need to talk to her pimp to make a deal and maybe get him to smack some sense into this bitch!"

He gave Kayley a threatening toothy grin which made her take a step back. I however putting a brave face on despite my inner turmoil shot back at him "I'm actually her pimp..... and I say no fucking deal. Now go fuck yourself!" I hoped I had been forceful enough for him to back off as I waited holding my breath.

He seemed to fall silent for a bit as he looked right at me with a blank stare then in a more docile tone said "Fine. Fine! I'll go find some other bitch around here." Then without another look at either of us drove off flooring the gas pedal of his car. I could see the relief on Kayley's face as she leaned down through the window of my car now and said "My god that was terrifying, Erik!" I nodded my agreement though a bit distracted by her cleavage now staring back at me.  

"I'm sorry, Kayley. I shouldn't have let that happen. Are you alright?" I asked, my voice softening as I looked at her, really looked at her. She was still in character, but I could see the fear in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, before she nodded.

"I'm fine, Erik. I can handle myself" she said, her voice steady. But I could see the slight tremor in her hands as she clutched her clutch. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to reassure her that she was safe now. But I held back, remembering that we were still in character.

She however with a serious look on her face asked me something that shocked me into silence "It was scary but also..... ummmm.... a bit exciting. Did you like the way I acted so far? Do you..... maybe.... do you wanna keep going or do you wanna go home?"

Now any normal man would have back out the first chance he got but in this moment I wanted to keep going. She might have been asking for us to keep going but in my excited state I stupidly thought she meant she could go on standing there for other clients. I nodded and said a little too enthusiastically which in turn shocked her "Yeah let's keep going. I'll go park my car back to where I was and you can wait for another guy."

She looked back at me with wide and scared eyes "W-what? Erik... I meant you and me.... Not - You really want me to keep going and talk to more guys?" Then not waiting for my answer she smiled back "I'll do better not to get flustered this time! But get here quick if I signal to you okay?"

"I promise! Kayley..... I love you!" I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. She nodded, her eyes wide but determined. "I love you too, Erik!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I watched her walk back to the spot where she had been standing, her heels clicking on the pavement. She looked around, her eyes scanning the street, waiting for her next mark. I felt a pang of jealousy, but also a surge of excitement. And she was doing it, for me.

I drove back to the spot where I had parked earlier, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see Kayley standing under the dim streetlight, her eyes scanning the street.

She looked nervous, but also determined. I parked my car and turned off the engine, my eyes fixed on her. She was a sight to behold, her red dress clinging to her curves, her heels making her legs look even longer. I could see the other women on the street watching her, their eyes filled with a mix of envy and curiosity. I could hear the distant hum of traffic, the low murmur of voices from the other women on the street. I could see Kayley's chest rising and falling with each breath she took, her hands clutching her clutch tightly.

I could see the anticipation in her eyes as she waited for her next mark. I watched her from my car, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a mix of emotions - excitement, fear, jealousy, and love. I loved her, and I was proud of her for doing this for me. But I also felt a pang of jealousy, knowing that other men would be looking at her. I knew that I had to be patient, that I had to let her play this out.   I had pushed her to do this, to step out of her comfort zone, and now I had to let her lead the way. I watched as she stood there, her eyes scanning the street, her hands clutching her clutch tightly.

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I was expecting the street to get a little more traffic for these ladies but I guess the business must not be great on a Sunday night. Just a couple of cars had stopped by to talk with the other women who seemed to be regulars and knew who or what they wanted. So Kayley stood there in her heels fidgeting with her clutch a bit longer while stealing glances at me occasionally.

But then after a few more minutes I noticed a tall dark figure coming from the parking lot of the motel heading directly towards the women.  I couldn't tell much from this far but the guy was tall and wearing a leather jacket with occasional glint of gold or silver chains around his neck. He went straight to the other women and they immediately looked at him.

The way those women reacted to his presence troubled me somehow. They almost looked like they were scared of him but they didn't run away from him. Maybe they knew the guy? It definitely struck me as odd while Kayley just looked in his direction probably hoping he wouldn't come her way.  But after a quick chat with the other women he started to walk right towards Kayley who looked right at me hoping to get some guidance on how to proceed. Not feeling confident about the situation I gestured Kayley to come back to the safety of the car while I rushed to turn the car on.

However the man with his long strides quickly reached Kayley and said something to her which made her stop dead in her tracks. My heart was thudding inside my chest as I watched the two of them talk and Kayley's body get stiff with stress. Now that he was close enough I could tell he was a black guy in his late thirties. He definitely had an unpolished look about him and was towering over Kayley. She practically looked like a mouse trapped in a cage in front of him.

I was frozen in my seat as fear had taken hold of my body. I cursed myself for letting things get so out of hand as those two kept talking. I couldn't tell what they were talking about but it didn't seem like he was any threat to her right this moment. He seemed to be asking her questions, his hands gesturing as he spoke. Kayley, to her credit, was holding her ground, her back straight, her chin up. She was answering him, her voice steady, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. I wanted to go to her, to rescue her, but I knew I had to let this play out. I had started this, and I had to let her finish it.

Suddenly, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out knife and alarms started to go off in my head immediately. I didn't think things through in the moment; I probably couldn't even if tried. Kayley was in danger because of me and I needed to do..... something. I left my car with keys still in the ignition as I sprinted across the street. He must have heard my heavy footsteps so he turned his attention and the edge of his knife on me.  

However Kayley was the one to do something first. She shouted at the man; almost sounding like pleading "No! Don't! We are not cops!" Turning to me quickly she yelled "Erik! Stop!" I wasn't sure what was happening but I was terrified the man would turn his knife back on her. The man lowered the knife just a bit as he spoke to me in a calm, even tone "stand where you are at a distance so I don't have to use this, okay?" I looked at Kayley and she nodded furiously for me to listen to the guy.

I stopped in my tracks, my breath coming in short gasps. The man looked at me, his eyes cold and calculating. He was tall, his skin a deep ebony, his eyes a piercing brown. He had a scar running down his left cheek, a thin white line against his dark skin. He was dressed in a worn leather jacket, the sleeves pushed up to reveal muscular forearms. He had a gold chain around his neck, a thick rope of metal that glinted in the dim light. He was intimidating, and I could feel the fear rising inside me.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. The man looked at me, his eyes narrowing. "I think the one holding the knife does the questioning here. But I'll tell you what I told her. This is MY street. Those girls work for ME. This woman is not one of mine though. She even sent away one of my regular customers.... he called me up telling me how there were two cops on my street ruining my business. But.... I have cops of this town on my payroll to look the other way. So either you guys are feds or some stupid-as-hell newcomers trying to take over my street!" He turned to look at Kayley as he said that last bit.  

She was standing there, her eyes wide with fear, her body tense. She looked at me, her eyes pleading. I could see the fear in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders. I wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but I knew I had to play this smart. I had to get us out of this situation safely.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "We're not cops" I said, my voice steady. "We're not trying to take over your street. We're just... looking for a good time."

The man's eyes narrowed, suspicion clear in his gaze. "A good time, huh? You and your girl here?" He gestured to Kayley with his knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. She flinched, her eyes darting to me, then back to the man. She was holding her own considering the situation but I could see how much she was struggling. I had pushed her too far, and now I had to get us out of this.

I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, we're.... ummmm.... married actually. We're not here to cause any trouble." Kayley promptly shows him the wedding ring on her finger.

The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Kayley and her wedding ring.   He seemed to consider this for a moment before speaking again. "Married, huh? That's a new one. Most of the girls around here don't have rings on their fingers." He took a step closer to Kayley, his eyes roaming over her body. I felt a surge of jealousy, but also a pang of fear. I didn't know what this man was capable of, and I didn't want to find out.

"She's not like the other girls" I said, my voice firm. "We're just here to... role-play. It's a game we like to play."

The man's eyebrows shot up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Role-play, huh? You and your girl made a good customer run away. Made me lose my money." I quickly jumped at the opportunity saying "I can pay you..... we didn't mean to cause any trouble. We won't ever come back. Please?" The man looked at me hard as if deliberating what he was supposed to do here. Then after an agonizingly long moment he lowered the knife and put it away. He held out his hand for me to shake and said "I do like a good deal. Name is Marcus. How about we get off the street and talk some more?" He pointed towards the motel as he said that.

I looked at Kayley, her eyes wide with uncertainty. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was - this was getting too real, too fast. But we were in too deep now. We had to see this through. I nodded, trying to convey confidence I didn't feel. "Sure, Marcus. Let's talk." He turned and started walking towards the motel, expecting us to follow. Kayley looked at me, her eyes filled with fear and doubt. I reached out, taking her hand in mine. It was cold and trembling. "It's going to be okay" I whispered, giving her hand a squeeze. "We'll get through this together." She nodded, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I gave her a small smile, trying to hide the fear that was gnawing at me. We followed Marcus, our footsteps echoing on the cracked pavement. The motel loomed ahead, a grimy, rundown building with flickering neon signs advertising "Vacancy" and "Hot Showers." I could see the other women watching us, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. We walked past them, our heads held high, trying to act like we knew what we were doing. But inside, I was a mess of nerves and doubt.

Marcus led us to a room on the ground floor. He pushed the door open, revealing a small, cluttered room filled with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne. The bed was a mess as if no one had bothered to tidy up ever. There was a small table in a corner near the window and a single chair in front of it.  

Marcus strolled in and sat down on the bed; springs creaking heavily under his weight. I followed him inside; my eyes searching for any sign of trouble. When I spotted nothing wrong I looked at Kayley who nodded and followed us in. Marcus pointed at the chair and told me to sit; I quickly took the seat not wanting to escalate things leaving Kayley standing near the door awkwardly.  

Marcus had a slimy smile on his face as he looked at Kayley knowing how much uncomfortable he was making her feel as he tapped his lap and said "This is going to be your seat so I will know your hubby won't pull some dumb stunt with me." Kayley looked at me, her eyes pleading for guidance. I nodded, trying to convey that I was in control of the situation at least I hoped I was. She walked over to Marcus and sat on his lap, her back straight, her hand having to hold onto Marcus's shoulder. Marcus wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her waist. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her body was rigid. She was doing this for me, and I felt a pang of guilt for putting her in this situation.

Marcus looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and greed. "So, what's your deal?" he asked, his voice low. "Why you and your wife on my street role-playing?"

I stayed quiet not wanting to tell him anything more that didn't concern him but he didn't push as he asked instead "Fine. How about what you said before.... pay me for the lost customer?" I eagerly pulled my wallet out and pulled out 500$ before showing the money to him.

When I looked up though I saw Marcus's hands were gently caressing her thigh trying to playfully pull her dress upwards; Kayley fighting against it with her one free hand but quickly losing the battle. My expressions must have given me away as Marcus quickly pointed out "You one of those huh? I see how your eyes got so big seeing me touch her just now."

Hoping to deny it I quickly said "Just take the money and let us go? We promise we won't be back here again." He didn't reach for the money though. He seemed to be thinking while absentmindedly stroking my wife's inner thigh with his index finger making her squirm on his lap.

He said after a moments pause "Money is money. I'll take it and you two will walk away tonight...... but is that enough for you?" My hand holding the money went slightly limp as I wondered what he meant.  

He turned to Kayley instead and asked her "Tell me. It was clearly his idea and he is in-charge of it all right? What's your role in this? No normal wife would enjoy this. What's in it for you?"

Her voice was understandably shaky as she said wanting to sound confident "I love him. Will do anything for him!" She gave me a loving smile despite the situation we were in because of me.

He went on to ask her "Ahhh true love! Lucky man. You must know him so well.... tell me.... will he drop all of this once you two go home tonight? Never bring this back up.... ever?"

His words seemed to stump me. I mean right now I wanted nothing more to get myself and more importantly Kayley out of danger but would I feel the same way once we were back in the safety of our home? Will I be happy with mere role-play in the house after experiencing what it was like out in public?  Similar thoughts seemed to be reflected on Kayley's face as well.

She couldn't answer so easily and quickly this time and once again looked at me with a guilty look before answering him honestly "Ummmm.....   I don't think so. I think he will ask me again. Maybe after a month.... maybe after a year but he definitely will ask me again." Marcus nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I thought so. I can see it in your eyes. The hunger to explore. You've had a taste of the real thing, and you'll want more." He looked at me, his eyes hard. "Maybe you won't come here next time and the other place might land you guys in big trouble. Not everyone is as understanding as me you know?"

I didn't want to be involved with this man any more than I had to. I held out the money to him, my hand steady. "Take it" I said defiantly, my voice firm. "We'll leave, and we won't come back." Marcus looked at the money, then back at me. He smirked, taking the money but his grip on my wife didn't loosen yet.

He could tell I wasn't going to budge so he directed it to Kayley "Hear me out okay? This money I'll keep cause you owe me that. You guys can go home safe tonight..... No strings attached there. But when you eventually decide to do this thing again.... come back here and meet me. You will work for me as one of my girls.... all rules that apply to them will apply to you too. They earn at least 200$ a night for me while they get to keep the rest. You don't have to accept any clients.... you can have your fun and just for the privilege of standing out there on my street.... safely.... your hubby can pay me those 200$." 

Kayley quietly heard him out before her eyebrows furrowed. "Pay you 200$ without touching any other guy and that's it? What's the catch here?" Kayley asked, her voice steady despite the situation. Marcus chuckled, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. "No catch, sweetheart. Just a small fee for using my street, my protection. If you do decide to entertain other guys you get to keep the rest of the money you make. And who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it. Some women do."

He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "What do you say, hubby? Sounds like a fair deal, doesn't it?" I could feel the anger rising inside me. This man was pimping out women on his street, and now he was trying to pimp out my wife. There had to be a catch. If not now he surely would try something later on.

I firmly said "I don't believe you, Marcus. There has to be a catch." Marcus chuckled once again as he said "Fine. As the pimp I own these women. So I get free rides and all other men.... ALL men.... pay the fees." Kayley didn't seem to get what he was implying but I definitely understood what he was saying.  

He would own Kayley when she visited the street which was under his protection. I would get to enjoy my fantasy with her safely but he would get to fuck my wife like he fucks his other whores for free. Meanwhile I would be her customer in the true sense and would have to pay for her time. He was offering to turn my fantasy role-play with my wife into reality.... for a hefty fee. I obviously wasn't going to take him up on his offer.... right? That's way too risky and outrageous! Why would I willingly give up my wife so she would be this guy's whore? No way! But another smaller voice slowly getting louder in my head countered. Wasn't this exactly what your fantasy is though? See her be a proper whore on the streets? Why say no? Just say you will think about it! Even better shake his hand and accept!

I shake my head to make that voice quiet down as I counter "You can have the money.... more money but my wife is off limits! We get to have our fun and you can have your money.... how about 500$ every time we visit?"

I wanted to feel like I was in control of this negotiation but Marcus was quicker as if he already expected me to do and say exactly that. He smiled wider as he said "Fine.... you pay 500$ and you get to pick the hole I use.... that part is now non negotiable. We can talk more finer rules if you agree. But that's the final offer you gonna get before you make your wife feel cheap now, buddy. Plus I get irritated while haggling..... You don't wanna irritate me when everything is going so smooth now right?"  Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous. I could see the anger flashing in his eyes, and I knew I had to tread carefully. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I didn't want to push him too far, not when Kayley was still in his grasp.

"Fine," I said, my voice steady. "We'll pay you 500 dollars every time we visit. As for picking.... ummmm..... You can't touch her unless she wants it. So she decides.... that. Clear?"

Marcus teasingly asked again as if he didn't understand "wait a minute.... what was that? She decides what?" I gritted my teeth and mumbled again hoping to spare kayley the embarrassment "She decides which.... ummmm.... hole you use." 

Marcus chuckled, a low, dirty sound that made my skin crawl. "Oh, I see. You want to be in control, huh? Make sure your little wifey is safe and all that. Alright, I can live with that. But let me tell you something, buddy. This is my world, my rules. You come into my house, you play by my rules. Understand?"

I nodded, my jaw clenched. I didn't like this, not one bit. But I was in too deep now. I had to see this through. "Good," Marcus said, his grip on Kayley's waist tightening. "Now, let's talk about the other rules. Let's say you guys come visit on a Sunday like today.... no sex with her after Thursday night; even if she isn't entertaining guys now she might change her mind."

Kayley interjected for the first time in a while with a stern tone "No I won't!"

Marcus ignored her as he went on "If you want a room for yourself you pay for it yourself. That's extra. Any and all rules that apply to my other whores applies to your wifey as well..... if any rules broken you pay extra money. If you fuck your wife when she is my whore..... you pay me 500$ on top of my 500$ protection money. Ohhh..... and if in future I think of any more rules I'll let you know." He laughs out loud as he says that teasingly though I wasn't entirely sure he was joking. But he does let go of Kayley's waist so she could move away from him.

She quickly stands up and walks over to me, her eyes filled with relief and fear. I stand up as well and take her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Marcus watches us, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "So, we have a deal?" he asks, his voice casual.

I shake my head slightly, my throat dry. "I will need to talk to my wife and if we decide to.... then you will see us here, Marcus." Marcus smiles, his teeth white against his dark skin.

"Good. I'll be seeing you two then." He stands up, his movements fluid and graceful. He walks over to the door, opening it for us. Kayley and I start to walk out and just as we were on the threshold of the room I hear Kayley yelp in surprise. I turn just in time to see Marcus having pulled her dress upwards exposing her plump white ass; thong perfectly accentuating it. He had grabbed a handful of her fat ass and squeezed hard. He quickly left her alone but the crimson hand print he left behind on her skin was our souvenir of this night.

I could see the shock and embarrassment in her eyes as she quickly pulled her dress back down. She hurried out of the room, her cheeks flushed, her eyes downcast. I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the anger and the guilt churning inside me. I had pushed her too far, and now she was paying the price.

As we walked out of the motel, I could feel the eyes of the other women on us. They watched us with a mix of curiosity and pity. I could see the judgment in their eyes, and it made me feel even worse. I had brought my wife into this world, and now she was being treated like a piece of meat.

I felt a surge of protectiveness, but also a twinge of guilt. I had wanted this, hadn't I? I had pushed her to explore this side of herself, to fulfill my fantasy. And now, she was paying the price.

We walked back to the car in silence, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavy between us. I could see the tension in Kayley's shoulders, the way she held herself rigid. She was embarrassed, humiliated. And it was all my fault.

We both climbed inside the car, the silence stretching out between us. I turned to look at her, her face still flushed, her eyes downcast. "Kayley" I started, my voice soft. But before I could apologize and beg for her forgiveness she turned to me and asked "Was tonight everything you fantasized?" I fell silent but she didn't have to ask again; she could probably see it on my guilty face. Then her next words shocked "Then I have no regrets..... I will come back here whenever you want baby. For you! I love you.... you know that right?"

Her voice was steady, her eyes filled with a determination I hadn't seen before. I was taken aback, to say the least. I had expected her to be angry, to blame me for what had happened. But instead, she was offering to do it again, for me. I felt a surge of love for her, mixed with a healthy dose of guilt. "I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. And yes.... I think you love me more than anyone possibly can! I chuckle with relief as I say "But enough adventure for tonight.... Let's go home!"

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To be continued???