Adventures Of The Escort Wife

She looked into the camera and brushed back her long blond hair and pushed out her breasts, "Hi I'm Prissy and I would love to get to know you! Allow me to fill that void in your life for an evening." She smiles seductively, "So lets talk."

Her stepson Roy Jr (RJ) gives her the thumbs up and she smiles with relief. Finally she gets it right after ten takes. Who knew how hard it would be to make an introduction video. Prissy thought it would have been easy but goodness was she wrong. But then she should have known it wouldn't be not with her step son being such a perfectionist.

But then his father Roy, her husband was a perfectionist too. He stands beside RJ and gives her the thumbs up as well. Roy hovers over our son like he's, his little mini me. But RJ is not little that's for sure in fact he is bigger than his father at 6'8". He is broad shouldered and muscular with tree trunk sized arms. But he still has his boyish face which she loves and those deep brown eyes. It's amazing that he came from a bitch like Misty... her husband's ex-wife. Prissy smiles at him.

This was all Roy's idea to start up this escort service not hers! To tell the truth the idea of fucking a strange man was kinda trilling and tell the truth she had been on the fence about it at first. But then they were broke and couldn't pay their bills and that helped her to agree to this crazy scheme That and Prissy was so damned tired of living in this run down two bedroom mobile home in the middle a run down trailer park. It reminds Prissy too much of when she was a little girl when her daddy didn't make enough money to keep them in a normal house. Well scratch that he made enough money but he gambled it away.

Six months ago all three of them were living comfortably in a four bedroom bungalow in a gated community until Roy was laid off from his job where he was making two hundred grand a year. He says that he was laid off but Prissy suspects that it's because he's gotten his hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar way too many times. Now he's black balled because no one wants to hire a sticky fingered accountant. Oh how the mighty have fallen right?

"Mom take off your top!" RJ says.

Prissy's mouth drops at his request and she looks at Roy.

He just laughs and nods, "Go ahead Priss lose the top."

This is not funny she thinks to myself. Prissy is already dressed in a skimpy little black Euro bikini and to make matters worse she sits on a very narrow and cold metal bar stool.

"What for?" she snaps!

RJ roles his eyes, "Ah come on for fuck sake! I have a few prospective clients who want to see what you look like naked okay?"

"Wait a minute you didn't tell me that you already have clients." Roy asked, appearing to be excited.

"I'm still working out the details, dad... but yes they're very interested trust me." he said giving Prissy a lewd smirk. It makes her stomach flutter at the idea that there were guys out there that wanted to fuck her already.

"So lose the top mom!"

Prissy frowned.

"Damn it Prissy take your fucking top OFF!" Roy snap at her.

"But honey I did not agree to nude photos!" she pleads.

"We gotta show them the goods, mom!"

Roy shakes his head and he walks over and grips the little bra and tears it off of Prissy. "I said take it OFF!"

She hates and loves how forceful her husband can be at times. He reminded her of her daddy. Her daddy used to whip her and then set on the bed with her and cuddle with her. Thankfully Roy uses his hand on her ass instead of a belt.

RJ starts smiling and Prissy quickly puts her arms over her breasts She certainly wasn't comfortable being topless around her step son... she was his mother for cripes sake!

"Stop being shy Priss you used to be a stripper before we got married... or have you forgotten?" he smirked.

How could she forget. It's where she and Roy met. He'd paid for a lap dance and after a mind blowing blow job, he was hooked.

Prissy slowly lowered her arms to expose herself.

RJ smiles at her and gives her the thumbs up, "NICE!"

Prissy brushes back her blond hair and blushes. His brown eyes have such lust in them now.

"Good girl." Roy says as he walks back over to stand beside RJ.

RJ takes out his digital camera and walks over to her, "Raise your arms above your head mom and arch your back so we can get a good view of those forty Double D's."

Prissy's eyes widened. How does he know her breast size? Maybe Roy told him about the boob job he'd forced her to get? She'd been satisfied with her thirty eight D's but Roy wasn't so now she has these balloons on my chest, all so Roy can fuck her titties.

Reluctantly she stretches her arms above my head and pushes out my breasts.

"Smile for the camera mom. You have to at least act like you're enjoying this."

"Yeah no one wants to fuck a sour puss." Roy laughs.

Her bottom lip starts to tremble and she forces a smile.

For some strange reason she's was starting to feel turned. Especially by the way her step son is ogling her... like a piece of meat. She puts on a sexy smile and imagines that RJ wants to put his dick between her breasts. It's a naughty thought... but the she is sitting here with her tits hanging out.

"Yeah that's it mom." *click click* "Now twist to the right and let me get a side view."

Beginning to feel sexy now Prissy does as he says. She gives him a sluttish pout and turns her face to him.

"Yeah! Fuck! That's nice!" he exclaims excitedly *click click click "Now pinch on your nips and make them stand out."

She looks over at Roy and he licks his lips with this odd look on his face. He appears to be enjoying this.

"Honey...?"

"DO IT!" he commands

Prissy chances a look down at RJ's crotch he's wearing a pair of old grey sweat pants and he has quite the bulge going on now. She always tells him to wear underwear, but he never listens. She looks away feeling herself flush. She couldn't believe her stepson is getting turned on by all this?

"Fuck it I'll do it!" Roy says impatiently and he steps behind her and slides his hands around and he begins pinching and twisting on her nipples.

She gasps but doesn't try to stop him. His finger hurt but they have the desired effect and soon her nipples are standing straight out and taunt. They were red from where he'd pinched them.

"Yeah!" *Click click! "Damn they're the size of my thumbs!"

Prissy puts her hands over her face and giggles. She's always had long pointy pink nipples and she's always felt embarrassed about them. But men love them!"

Roy takes her arm, "Stand up!"

She stands and he quickly unties the strings on either of her hips and the bottoms of the bikini and they fall away before she can close my legs. Her bare pussy is now on display for her son to see and his mouth drops in awe. He's probably never imagined that he would be seeing her naked like this. Prissy doesn't bother trying to cover herself now. She kinda likes his red faced look. Was he now embarrassed?

"What's wrong RJ." Prissy asks teasingly and steps forward to place her hands on his shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Roy starts laughing, "Of course he's okay." he takes her arm and pulls her away.

"I need to step outside for a moment and get these pictures sent." he looks back at Prissy and she gives him a wink. He sighs and steps out and closes the door.

She giggles and looks at Roy.

Roy turns Prissy around and forces her hard against the wall, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

"What...!" she gasped.

"That's our SON!" he hisses against her ear.

"Roy... I... I thought that...?"

He slapped her across the ass.

"OWWW! ROY!!!"

"Did you think that I wanted you to fuck my SON?" he hisses and slides his tongue along her neck.

"Nooo! That's not it at all! I... I..."

He slapped her ass again this time with more force than the first.

"OWWWW!!!" she nearly screamed this time.

He turns her back around and smashes his lips to hers and grabs her tits and squeezes them roughly.

Prissy kisses him back. This was nuts, Roy was turned on? But by what?"

"I bet you would let him fuck you... wouldn't you. I bet you'd let him stick his little dick in your pussy and fuck mommy right!"

She didn't answer but she did place her hand against his crotch. Roy had a raging boner going on! WTF!

"Yess Roy that's right. I would fuck our son. I would let him do me all night." she whispered back all while fumbling with his belt. She wanted her husband's four inch cock inside her sopping wet cunt.

"I fucking knew it bitch!" He smacked her hands away and turned her around and shoved his forearm against the back of her neck, to keep her firmly in place. It hurt but Prissy was used to his roughness, and it further turns her on. She wasn't for sure when they stopped making love and just started having hot sex? But it didn't matter.

she'd take Roy anyway HE chooses.

He's fumbling with his belt and she hears his pants pulling down. Yes he was gonna fucker and fuck her but good and she knew it. "Yes honey... oh I need it!"

She feels the head of his cock touch the ripping lips of her labia and she spreads her

legs.

Roy roughly pushes himself to the hilt inside her all the way to the hilt and with such force that it stands her on the tips of her toes.

"OHH GOD!" she gasps. The sudden intrusion is painful but she could certainly take it.

Gripping Prissy's shoulders Roy begins pounding her tight pussy, grunting as he does.

"OHHH... OHHHH!!! Sweetie yes yesss oh gawd yesssss!"

"Fucking slut... fucking whore... CUNT!" he yells.

Any normal woman would be offended by such harsh words but not Prissy, the words turned her on. "Yes fuck me you bastard... MAKE me feel IT!" she yells. She was so close now. She was on the precipice of an orgasm. It would be her first in over two months.

His thrusting slows and she could feel him going soft. Oh NO Please... NO! Let him stay hard... Please!!! she screams inside her own head. But alas it wasn't to be.

Roy pulls out of her, "Get on your fucking knees!"

Prissy hesitates but he grips her shoulders and spins her around, "I said get on your knees!!!" he screams in her face.

Being the obedient wife she slowly lowers herself to her knees until her face is level with his soft cock. She knows what's coming next. Roy grabs his cock and starts jerking himself off and Prissy rolls her eyes.

"Say it!" he snaps.

"I'm your whore wife... I'm your slut." she says. Her voice sounds boring... it matched her mood.

"That's right... oh yeah... that's right say it again!"

Prissy said it again and again like some boring mantra. After a minute or two Roy gasps and a trickle of cum squirts from the tip of his dick and what's worse is it plops to the floor and doesn't even touch her face.

Prissy almost laughs but she holds it in, she doesn't want to shame her husband. She loves him but sex is absolutely stupid and meaningless with this man. Yep she couldn't wait to start fucking other men. Fuck being the goodly wife anymore.

Without saying a word Roy wipes his cock with a tissue and pulls his pants back up! "Damn that felt good. Thanks Priss."

She nods without saying a word and walks down the narrow hall to the bedroom... disappointed as usual.