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The Inner Slut Unleashed 1
I took a mouth full of my pint, it was refreshingly cold. I looked around me, and liked what I saw. It was early evening, and the hotel bar was full, if not packed. There seemed to be a lot of women in the bar, all good looking, a few stunning. They were all confident, made up, hair just so. I short they looked like women I’d want to fuck. Then I looked across the table at my wife, and if I’m being honest my heart sank a little. It was as if she wasn’t good looking, she was, but, and it was a big but, she wasn’t in their league. She was nearing thirty, and we’d been married five years, no make that six. Our sex life, and here I nearly choked on another mouthful of beer was not what I’d imagined all those years ago. It was a once week, and very vanilla. She was pretty, but made no effort, either with her looks, or the way she dressed, and as for in the bedroom, it was a lights off get it over and done with moment. I finished the glass.
“Want another?” I asked her.
“No, and I think you should take it easy, its only seven and that’s your third!”
“Well fuck you then,” I said, getting up, and making my way to the bar.
I watched him walk to get another beer, which would mean him snoring all night, and probably slobbering all over me. He was chatting to some tart at the bar, she was dressed in a dress that barley cover her bum, with her tits trying to burst out of the top, and how she walked in those heels was beyond me, but he seemed to like it, all smiles he was.
He sat back down beside me, still eyeing up the other woman, even as she put her arm through some guys arm, and left the bar, her bum swaying as she walked.
“Do you have to stare at her?” I asked.
“Stare! Well at least she looks like a woman, dresses like a woman, not like some frump like you, fuck even your mother dresses sexier than you, fuck have you forgotten how to even make a bit of an effort!”
I slammed the cubicle door of the toilet shut, sat down and cried. Then cried some more. Eventually I dried my eyes, and walked out, looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes puffy, and red, and what little mascara I wore had run down my face. I opened my bag, but there was nothing there to remove the mess. I cried again.
“He’s not worth it love, none of them are, here, use this.”
I took what she offered me, wiping away the tears, then saw it was her, that woman, the one Mike had been so engrossed by at the bar. She smiled, then hugged me.
Her hotel room was on the floor above ours. She listened, as I blurted out my troubles.
“So your husband wants you to be more like me?” She asked.
“Not just you, but the others as well.” I told her.
She laughed then, she thought it was hilarious, but I didn’t and thought she was laughing at me.
“Sorry Elle, but that is so funny, your husbands wants you to be like us, Elle we’re all on the game, me included, and he wants you to….fucking men!” Amy said.
“On the game?” I asked, doubting what she had said, doubting what she even meant.
“Ellie, there is a convention on in town, half the guys are staying here, so we’re picking them up in the bar, and making a packet, and he wants you to …..” She laughed again.
“So you’re all prostitutes?” I asked naively.
“All of us, well apart from you, so what if we have a little fun, look I’ve got loads of clothes here, and you’re about my size, what if…….?”
The dress was short, much too short, but Amy thought it perfect, under it I wore the smallest pair of knickers I’d ever seen, a G-string, more string than material, they were new.
“I always keep a few pairs they get tore, or kept as a souvenir,” she explain.
“Souvenir?” I asked her.
“The guys pay their money, and like to have a little memento, so I buy them by the dozen.”
“How much do you, no I shouldn’t ask, I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be Elle, £100 for a blow job, £500 for an hour of everything.”
“Fuck Amy, that’s a lot of money!” I said.
“We do specials, which are bigger earners, now lets find you some heels.”
The heels were too high, six inches, I tottered around the room, a few times. Then looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t recognise myself. She had done my hair, my makeup, my eyes were a heavy black and grey, my lips bright red, and glossy. I didn’t wear a bra, so my 36C bust was barely contained in the dress, and moved about alarmingly, but Amy thought I looked perfect.
Amy and I walked to the lift, me in my, or rather her heels, as the G-string rode up my bum. I felt self conscious, knowing I looked like a slut, a whore, like Amy, but she was nice, and she gave me the confidence. When we reached the bar Mike was at the table, chatting to a red head. I hesitated, seething with anger. Amy had her arm through mine, and she pulled me close, and whispered in my ear. I liked what she said, and we began to walk towards him, but were stopped before we even got half way.
He was tall, and good looking, and in his mid twenties I guessed. Well fit.
“How much for an hour gorgeous?” He asked.
He asked me. Me. And he called me gorgeous, while my husband didn’t even see me.
“The usual,” I said, and as I said it, I knew I meant it. I’d show him, show him good. If he wanted his wife to look and dress like a whore then he’d better be prepared for what went with it. And as I thought it, so my nipples hardened through the thin material of the dress, and between my legs I felt the moist.
“Great, lets go, shall we?” He said.
Amy looked at me, smiled and let go of my arm. “I’ll be back in an hour myself,” she said, “so see you here.”
“Ok, but first I just need to speak to…him.”
I looked up, dragging my eyes away from those lovely tits, that looked good enough to eat. A curvy girl was saying something to me. Fuck she was gorgeous, curvy, with legs that went on forever, I could see her stocking tops, as her dress didn’t quite cover them. She looked familiar, her eyes smouldered, her red lips made for sucking cock. She leant forward, and as she did so I could see her nipples. My cock stiffened.
“Well Mike, how do I look? Slutty enough for you?”
It was Elle, fucking hell!”
“You look….you look…” I was lost for words.
“Cat got your tongue. Well you want me to look like a whore, you got your wish. But you should be careful what you wish for, this hunk of a man is going to take me upstairs and fuck my brains out for an hour, an hour he is paying a lot of money for, you enjoy your beer, I’ll tell you about it later, bye!”
My mouth was open, I know it was, I watched as she turned, and walked on a a pair of heels, her arm around some guys waist, as he felt her bum up. Fuck she even wiggled it.
The sound of the hotel room door closing behind me, and the sound of the lock being slid into place suddenly made what I was doing real. Up until then it was could have been a game. But it wasn’t, suddenly it was very real. Was I really going to sell myself, I turned and faced him, and knew instantly that I was. Bobby took out his wallet, and peeled off five hundred pounds, cash.
“I know you like to get the business part done first,” he said handing me the cash.
My mouth was dry, even if between my legs wasn’t. My new G-string was soaking. I took the money, and put in in my handbag, hoping I didn’t look as nervous as I felt.
“Now get the dress off slut, I want to fuck you so hard it will make your eyes pop out.”
I swallowed hard, no one had ever called me a slut, ever, but it made my stomach flip. I dropped the bag, then slipped the dress off my shoulders, hesitated then let it fall, before carefully stepping out of it, thinking I should have taken my shoes off first, then stood in front of him in just my heels and stocking, and my soaking G-string.
“Fuck you are lovely now stick you tits out, while I take a few photos of you, the guys at work are going to love you,” he said.
“Photo’s?” I asked. I hadn’t counted at him photographing me. This was a one off, and having photos of me all but naked out there was unsettling.
He had his phone out, and the matter was settled, I pushed my tits out, arching my back a bit.
“Now on the bed, spread those long legs of yours.”
I did as he asked, his phone in his hand.
“Fucking hell you are gagging for it, now pull your knickers to one side, let me see that hungry cunt of yours.”
I did as he asked, and as I did, I held one of my breasts in my hand, my nipple rock hard and suddenly so sensitive. I’d never been so turned on in my life, as he filmed me, videoing me, with my legs spread, and so exposed.
“Now open your cunt slut, let me see pink.”
I held myself open for his gaze, and his camera, then he was on me, and it was time to fuck.
His cock was big, much bigger than Mikes. I opened my red lips, and took the head into my mouth. I never sucked Mikes cock, well once or twice when we were first married, but I didn’t like it, and wouldn’t after that. But I was loving having this cock in my mouth, and opened my mouth wider and his cock filled my mouth, and edged into my throat. I choked and he pulled back a little. I cupped his balls, and pulled him back again, this time controlling my breath better, so I could take more of it, loving it. All the time he held the phone in one hand, filming. He was hard, so hard, I licked the underside of it, then he took it away.
“No you don’t slut, you’re not going to make me come before I’ve fucked you,” he said pushing me back into the bed.
He was between my legs, I lift my bum a little, and he was inside me, pushing his cock, so hard and big all the way in. He penetrated me in one movement, I’d never been fucked like this before, then again Mike and a guy at school had been my only lovers. Lovers that was a joke. His cock was fucking me now, and suddenly I knew I was coming, and coming hard. Mike had never made me come from fucking alone, that required a little finger action, though that hadn’t happened for a long time.
“Oh fuck yes, Jesus fuck, fuck me harder, yessssssssssssssssss!” I almost screamed.
I came, but he didn’t, and didn’t stop pounding me, his cock so hard inside me, the feeling was sensational. Then he pulled out, and quickly took a couple of pictures of my open cunt. Cunt, I never used that word, just like pussy, what did they think it would purr. Now I knew better, my kitty was purring.
He flipped me over, and enter me from behind, fucking me even deeper. I never let Mike fuck me from behind, it was demeaning, it was also fucking wonderful. I pushed up, and he drove his cock deeper, as I came again, only this time it didn’t stop, and one orgasm turned into two, into three. I was sweating, and gasping for air. Still he hadn’t come, as his cock went deep inside me, reaching towards my cervix.
“Now I’m going to fuck your arse slut, I’m going to ruin your arse, and split you wide open,” he grunted.
“No, I don’t, I…..”
“We can talk about that after, slut, but I’m having it whatever you say.”
I felt his cock head on my sphincter, and tried to tighten it, to stop him entering, but it was no good, I felt myself open to him as his cocks bulbous head pushed inside me, and my anus closed behind it, seating the cock where it had no business being. He forced it further up me, then he fucked it, slowly, then faster, then harder, and harder still. He hurt it felt like he was splitting me wide open, but then I felt it, the rush. And what a rush, I came so hard, I almost fainted, and how I screamed, I wondered the whole town didn’t hear.
“So anal was extra, sorry didn’t know, what do I owe you,” he asked.
“Cash, nothing, but I want you to send a few of those photos to this number, and add a few comments, whatever you like, but make sure my husband knows what we’ve just done, and that I was worth the money, oh and a few stills to my phone. And call me, whenever your in town.” I kissed his cheek.
I dressed, he kept my G-string, just as Amy said he would. As I dressed he sent what I’d asked, and he sent some to me. I adjusted my stockings, amazed they weren’t laddered, picked up my bag, and walked out of the room. I didn’t know his name, but next time I’d make sure I asked. Next time? Yes next time.
I sat waiting, though I wasn’t sure for what. Elle had surprised me being dressed like that, but fuck she looked gorgeous. I wondered where she was hiding, after all she was no more a prostitute than I was, but very fucking funny. I shouldn’t have called her a frump. I drank my whiskey, I’d switched from beer, or I’d been up pissing all night. Ah there she was, with that other girl, the one I knew was a whore because a guy at the bar had told me she was, and how much she charged, like who would pay that much to fuck my wife, I wouldn’t!
As she walked towards me she looked different, I mean different from what she had an hour or so ago as she left with that guy, just to make me jealous, funny then, not funny now, I was pissed off. She stood in front of me, and smiled down through her heavily made up eye lashes. Her eyes sparkled, then she lifted the hem of her dress, she wore no knickers. The guys at the next table looked on, enjoying the view, the view of my wife’s cunt.
“He kept them, to remember me by,” she said, dropping the hem of the dress, then she leaned over, and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue in mine, her hand behind my head, as her lips mashed mine, her tongue like an eel in my mouth. As my mobile bleeped she broke away.
“Check your phone Mike, and as you do know what another mans come tastes like.”
A couple of messages from an unknown number, photos of Elle, her bare tits, her cunt held open like some common whore, then her lips those red ruby lip around a cock, a big cock, and her being fucked. The message read that my wife was the best hooker he’d ever fucked, and her arse the tightest, a picture of his cock in her anus, her looking back at the camera, smiling.
“Elle,” Amy said as I stood watching Mike, as he looked at his phone.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Babe, do you want another…gentleman?” She asked.
I looked at her, then looked at Mike. He shook his head, but his eyes didn’t move from the images he was seeing on his phone. Did I want to be fucked again tonight, and for money. The old me would have screamed no.
“Yes Amy, yes, I want another,” I said firmly, my pussy, stupid word tingled at the mere thought of what was to come. I turned to my husband.
“I’ll be back, an hour, if you’re still here we’ll talk, if not, well its what you wanted, remember?” I said, as I turned and walked towards a stranger, who would take me to his room and pay me for fucking him. My nipples hardened as I walked away from my husband, I didn’t look back. If he was here when I returned all well and good. If not, who knows.
I took a mouth full of my pint, it was refreshingly cold. I looked around me, and liked what I saw. It was early evening, and the hotel bar was full, if not packed. There seemed to be a lot of women in the bar, all good looking, a few stunning. They were all confident, made up, hair just so. I short they looked like women I’d want to fuck. Then I looked across the table at my wife, and if I’m being honest my heart sank a little. It was as if she wasn’t good looking, she was, but, and it was a big but, she wasn’t in their league. She was nearing thirty, and we’d been married five years, no make that six. Our sex life, and here I nearly choked on another mouthful of beer was not what I’d imagined all those years ago. It was a once week, and very vanilla. She was pretty, but made no effort, either with her looks, or the way she dressed, and as for in the bedroom, it was a lights off get it over and done with moment. I finished the glass.
“Want another?” I asked her.
“No, and I think you should take it easy, its only seven and that’s your third!”
“Well fuck you then,” I said, getting up, and making my way to the bar.
I watched him walk to get another beer, which would mean him snoring all night, and probably slobbering all over me. He was chatting to some tart at the bar, she was dressed in a dress that barley cover her bum, with her tits trying to burst out of the top, and how she walked in those heels was beyond me, but he seemed to like it, all smiles he was.
He sat back down beside me, still eyeing up the other woman, even as she put her arm through some guys arm, and left the bar, her bum swaying as she walked.
“Do you have to stare at her?” I asked.
“Stare! Well at least she looks like a woman, dresses like a woman, not like some frump like you, fuck even your mother dresses sexier than you, fuck have you forgotten how to even make a bit of an effort!”
I slammed the cubicle door of the toilet shut, sat down and cried. Then cried some more. Eventually I dried my eyes, and walked out, looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes puffy, and red, and what little mascara I wore had run down my face. I opened my bag, but there was nothing there to remove the mess. I cried again.
“He’s not worth it love, none of them are, here, use this.”
I took what she offered me, wiping away the tears, then saw it was her, that woman, the one Mike had been so engrossed by at the bar. She smiled, then hugged me.
Her hotel room was on the floor above ours. She listened, as I blurted out my troubles.
“So your husband wants you to be more like me?” She asked.
“Not just you, but the others as well.” I told her.
She laughed then, she thought it was hilarious, but I didn’t and thought she was laughing at me.
“Sorry Elle, but that is so funny, your husbands wants you to be like us, Elle we’re all on the game, me included, and he wants you to….fucking men!” Amy said.
“On the game?” I asked, doubting what she had said, doubting what she even meant.
“Ellie, there is a convention on in town, half the guys are staying here, so we’re picking them up in the bar, and making a packet, and he wants you to …..” She laughed again.
“So you’re all prostitutes?” I asked naively.
“All of us, well apart from you, so what if we have a little fun, look I’ve got loads of clothes here, and you’re about my size, what if…….?”
The dress was short, much too short, but Amy thought it perfect, under it I wore the smallest pair of knickers I’d ever seen, a G-string, more string than material, they were new.
“I always keep a few pairs they get tore, or kept as a souvenir,” she explain.
“Souvenir?” I asked her.
“The guys pay their money, and like to have a little memento, so I buy them by the dozen.”
“How much do you, no I shouldn’t ask, I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be Elle, £100 for a blow job, £500 for an hour of everything.”
“Fuck Amy, that’s a lot of money!” I said.
“We do specials, which are bigger earners, now lets find you some heels.”
The heels were too high, six inches, I tottered around the room, a few times. Then looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t recognise myself. She had done my hair, my makeup, my eyes were a heavy black and grey, my lips bright red, and glossy. I didn’t wear a bra, so my 36C bust was barely contained in the dress, and moved about alarmingly, but Amy thought I looked perfect.
Amy and I walked to the lift, me in my, or rather her heels, as the G-string rode up my bum. I felt self conscious, knowing I looked like a slut, a whore, like Amy, but she was nice, and she gave me the confidence. When we reached the bar Mike was at the table, chatting to a red head. I hesitated, seething with anger. Amy had her arm through mine, and she pulled me close, and whispered in my ear. I liked what she said, and we began to walk towards him, but were stopped before we even got half way.
He was tall, and good looking, and in his mid twenties I guessed. Well fit.
“How much for an hour gorgeous?” He asked.
He asked me. Me. And he called me gorgeous, while my husband didn’t even see me.
“The usual,” I said, and as I said it, I knew I meant it. I’d show him, show him good. If he wanted his wife to look and dress like a whore then he’d better be prepared for what went with it. And as I thought it, so my nipples hardened through the thin material of the dress, and between my legs I felt the moist.
“Great, lets go, shall we?” He said.
Amy looked at me, smiled and let go of my arm. “I’ll be back in an hour myself,” she said, “so see you here.”
“Ok, but first I just need to speak to…him.”
I looked up, dragging my eyes away from those lovely tits, that looked good enough to eat. A curvy girl was saying something to me. Fuck she was gorgeous, curvy, with legs that went on forever, I could see her stocking tops, as her dress didn’t quite cover them. She looked familiar, her eyes smouldered, her red lips made for sucking cock. She leant forward, and as she did so I could see her nipples. My cock stiffened.
“Well Mike, how do I look? Slutty enough for you?”
It was Elle, fucking hell!”
“You look….you look…” I was lost for words.
“Cat got your tongue. Well you want me to look like a whore, you got your wish. But you should be careful what you wish for, this hunk of a man is going to take me upstairs and fuck my brains out for an hour, an hour he is paying a lot of money for, you enjoy your beer, I’ll tell you about it later, bye!”
My mouth was open, I know it was, I watched as she turned, and walked on a a pair of heels, her arm around some guys waist, as he felt her bum up. Fuck she even wiggled it.
The sound of the hotel room door closing behind me, and the sound of the lock being slid into place suddenly made what I was doing real. Up until then it was could have been a game. But it wasn’t, suddenly it was very real. Was I really going to sell myself, I turned and faced him, and knew instantly that I was. Bobby took out his wallet, and peeled off five hundred pounds, cash.
“I know you like to get the business part done first,” he said handing me the cash.
My mouth was dry, even if between my legs wasn’t. My new G-string was soaking. I took the money, and put in in my handbag, hoping I didn’t look as nervous as I felt.
“Now get the dress off slut, I want to fuck you so hard it will make your eyes pop out.”
I swallowed hard, no one had ever called me a slut, ever, but it made my stomach flip. I dropped the bag, then slipped the dress off my shoulders, hesitated then let it fall, before carefully stepping out of it, thinking I should have taken my shoes off first, then stood in front of him in just my heels and stocking, and my soaking G-string.
“Fuck you are lovely now stick you tits out, while I take a few photos of you, the guys at work are going to love you,” he said.
“Photo’s?” I asked. I hadn’t counted at him photographing me. This was a one off, and having photos of me all but naked out there was unsettling.
He had his phone out, and the matter was settled, I pushed my tits out, arching my back a bit.
“Now on the bed, spread those long legs of yours.”
I did as he asked, his phone in his hand.
“Fucking hell you are gagging for it, now pull your knickers to one side, let me see that hungry cunt of yours.”
I did as he asked, and as I did, I held one of my breasts in my hand, my nipple rock hard and suddenly so sensitive. I’d never been so turned on in my life, as he filmed me, videoing me, with my legs spread, and so exposed.
“Now open your cunt slut, let me see pink.”
I held myself open for his gaze, and his camera, then he was on me, and it was time to fuck.
His cock was big, much bigger than Mikes. I opened my red lips, and took the head into my mouth. I never sucked Mikes cock, well once or twice when we were first married, but I didn’t like it, and wouldn’t after that. But I was loving having this cock in my mouth, and opened my mouth wider and his cock filled my mouth, and edged into my throat. I choked and he pulled back a little. I cupped his balls, and pulled him back again, this time controlling my breath better, so I could take more of it, loving it. All the time he held the phone in one hand, filming. He was hard, so hard, I licked the underside of it, then he took it away.
“No you don’t slut, you’re not going to make me come before I’ve fucked you,” he said pushing me back into the bed.
He was between my legs, I lift my bum a little, and he was inside me, pushing his cock, so hard and big all the way in. He penetrated me in one movement, I’d never been fucked like this before, then again Mike and a guy at school had been my only lovers. Lovers that was a joke. His cock was fucking me now, and suddenly I knew I was coming, and coming hard. Mike had never made me come from fucking alone, that required a little finger action, though that hadn’t happened for a long time.
“Oh fuck yes, Jesus fuck, fuck me harder, yessssssssssssssssss!” I almost screamed.
I came, but he didn’t, and didn’t stop pounding me, his cock so hard inside me, the feeling was sensational. Then he pulled out, and quickly took a couple of pictures of my open cunt. Cunt, I never used that word, just like pussy, what did they think it would purr. Now I knew better, my kitty was purring.
He flipped me over, and enter me from behind, fucking me even deeper. I never let Mike fuck me from behind, it was demeaning, it was also fucking wonderful. I pushed up, and he drove his cock deeper, as I came again, only this time it didn’t stop, and one orgasm turned into two, into three. I was sweating, and gasping for air. Still he hadn’t come, as his cock went deep inside me, reaching towards my cervix.
“Now I’m going to fuck your arse slut, I’m going to ruin your arse, and split you wide open,” he grunted.
“No, I don’t, I…..”
“We can talk about that after, slut, but I’m having it whatever you say.”
I felt his cock head on my sphincter, and tried to tighten it, to stop him entering, but it was no good, I felt myself open to him as his cocks bulbous head pushed inside me, and my anus closed behind it, seating the cock where it had no business being. He forced it further up me, then he fucked it, slowly, then faster, then harder, and harder still. He hurt it felt like he was splitting me wide open, but then I felt it, the rush. And what a rush, I came so hard, I almost fainted, and how I screamed, I wondered the whole town didn’t hear.
“So anal was extra, sorry didn’t know, what do I owe you,” he asked.
“Cash, nothing, but I want you to send a few of those photos to this number, and add a few comments, whatever you like, but make sure my husband knows what we’ve just done, and that I was worth the money, oh and a few stills to my phone. And call me, whenever your in town.” I kissed his cheek.
I dressed, he kept my G-string, just as Amy said he would. As I dressed he sent what I’d asked, and he sent some to me. I adjusted my stockings, amazed they weren’t laddered, picked up my bag, and walked out of the room. I didn’t know his name, but next time I’d make sure I asked. Next time? Yes next time.
I sat waiting, though I wasn’t sure for what. Elle had surprised me being dressed like that, but fuck she looked gorgeous. I wondered where she was hiding, after all she was no more a prostitute than I was, but very fucking funny. I shouldn’t have called her a frump. I drank my whiskey, I’d switched from beer, or I’d been up pissing all night. Ah there she was, with that other girl, the one I knew was a whore because a guy at the bar had told me she was, and how much she charged, like who would pay that much to fuck my wife, I wouldn’t!
As she walked towards me she looked different, I mean different from what she had an hour or so ago as she left with that guy, just to make me jealous, funny then, not funny now, I was pissed off. She stood in front of me, and smiled down through her heavily made up eye lashes. Her eyes sparkled, then she lifted the hem of her dress, she wore no knickers. The guys at the next table looked on, enjoying the view, the view of my wife’s cunt.
“He kept them, to remember me by,” she said, dropping the hem of the dress, then she leaned over, and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue in mine, her hand behind my head, as her lips mashed mine, her tongue like an eel in my mouth. As my mobile bleeped she broke away.
“Check your phone Mike, and as you do know what another mans come tastes like.”
A couple of messages from an unknown number, photos of Elle, her bare tits, her cunt held open like some common whore, then her lips those red ruby lip around a cock, a big cock, and her being fucked. The message read that my wife was the best hooker he’d ever fucked, and her arse the tightest, a picture of his cock in her anus, her looking back at the camera, smiling.
“Elle,” Amy said as I stood watching Mike, as he looked at his phone.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Babe, do you want another…gentleman?” She asked.
I looked at her, then looked at Mike. He shook his head, but his eyes didn’t move from the images he was seeing on his phone. Did I want to be fucked again tonight, and for money. The old me would have screamed no.
“Yes Amy, yes, I want another,” I said firmly, my pussy, stupid word tingled at the mere thought of what was to come. I turned to my husband.
“I’ll be back, an hour, if you’re still here we’ll talk, if not, well its what you wanted, remember?” I said, as I turned and walked towards a stranger, who would take me to his room and pay me for fucking him. My nipples hardened as I walked away from my husband, I didn’t look back. If he was here when I returned all well and good. If not, who knows.
Dani
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