My Wife, the Prostitute

I dropped her off at perfect corner on the strip. She was dressed for the job at hand, which was to attract a "customer." Who could possibly drive by my stunning wife, with her long legs held up by high, shiny black stilettos, that extremely tight gold mini skirt, her tight low cut white shirt, and her luscious red painted lips. Whoever would pick her up was in for a real treat.

My wife and I had talked about this fantasy for a while. I would drop her off on a corner in a part of town know for it's sex work. I would park and watch. When she was picked up, I would follow them, and watch as she pleasured her "client."

And that is exactly what happened.

After she got out of our car, I drove around the block, and parked a ways back from the corner where I could get a perfect view of her. Given how incredible she looked, it didn't take long for someone to come along and try to pick her up in a rather bland looking beige sedan. I could see her lean against the car door and have a little chat with the driver. I couldn't really see what he looked like, but it didn't really matter either. That wasn't important. My wife did say that if the guy she met wasn't at least half good looking, she wouldn't get into his car. And, of course, she kept her radar up to make sure she got OK vibes from the dude.

I guess this guy measured up OK, because the next thing I knew, she was circling around the car and opening the passenger door. As she did, she looked back at me, parked a ways back. I could see her smile. My cock got as hard as a rock.

They pulled away. I began to follow from a distance. I knew where she was taking him anyway, just in case they got too far ahead. It was a small wooded area not far from the strip, over a bridge, at the end of a residential area. We had scoped it out earlier and it seemed perfect for our needs.

I watched as the man pulled the car over to the side of the road. The place was dark and deserted, but it didn't seem as though the driver had noticed me, or was too concerned. I parked a ways back, turned off the car and the lights and tried to be a conspicuous as possible.

My wife had planned to take her top down to show her breasts in order to distract him so he might not take notice of me following them or parking near by.

I sat in the dark car, looking, intently, at the car just a ways ahead—the car my wife was in, the car that picked up my wife so that the driver could pay to have sex with her.

As I saw her pull her top over her head, I unzipped my pants to take out my rock hard cock. I could see his hands cup and massage my wife's breasts as she faced him, finally taking his head and pushing it into her chest.

I stroked my cock slowly as I watched her head go back as he squeezed and licked her breasts and nipples, her hand on the back of his head pushing him in close. This went on for just a short bit, at which point I could see her settling down into the seat. I could tell she was working to free his cock from his pants, and then knew she was putting a condom on him. As she did this, he was kissing her neck, hard and heavy.

Within a few moments, I could see her rise herself up, move over and begin to straddle him, at first slowly moving down to get his cock deep inside of her. Once in, she began to slowly bounce up and down on his cock, picking up pace over time. Again, he buried his head into her chest as she rose and fell, taking the stranger's cock into her pussy. I knew exactly how incredible it felt to be inside of my wife. Mind you, I had the pleasure of not having to wear a condom when I was with her.

It wasn't long before she was fucking him fast and hard, and the car began to rock. By now, I was also pumping pretty hard on my own cock, absolutely turned on and excited by the show that was being put on in front of me. Suddenly, I saw his head begin to shake, and he grabbed her and held her solid as his cock shot his load into the condom that was deep inside of my wife's pussy. She looked down at him with a big smile before she gave him a good long, hard kiss. And that's when I blew MY load, all over my hand, my pants and the steering wheel. I came and I came HARD. I hadn't been this excited in a long time, and I hadn't cum so hard in quite a while.

She hopped off of him as he moved to take off the condom, which he threw out the window of the car. It was a quick, hot romp and he was ready to drop her off.

I heard the car start as I quickly tried to clean up all of the white goo I had gotten everywhere. I got my cock into my pants just as the lights of his car went on and he began to drive away. I started my car and took off after them, again from a bit of a distance, trailing them as he drove towards the corner where he had picked up my wife.

I pulled up just as she was giving him a quick kiss, then jumped out of the passenger seat. I pulled up next and she hopped in.

She smiled as she could see all of the cum on my pants and some still left on the steering wheel.

"Wow, that really turned you on, eh?"

I smiled back.

"How was it for you?"

"Well, put it this way...I can't wait to do it again!" she said.