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My Wife the Whore
Now that it's been over 40 years since Doris and
I were married, we've agreed that we want to
tell the unusual story about our early days
together. We can't say whether that time has had
a beneficial effect on our marriage; certainly
it didn't hurt as we have been completely happy
together these many years. Our children and
grandchildren of course have no idea that we did
these things, and nor should they. We don't
think we are really different from most people
at all. Looking back, it seems as if we got into
something we would never have known about except
for Linda and Rick, but I'm getting ahead of
myself.
We were married in 1960, both still in school. I
was a law student and Doris was a senior in
college, just 21 years old. We were very happy
together, despite being poor. Doris was a
wonderfully outgoing, pretty girl, with light
blonde hair, a nice smile, and a cute if petite
figure, with rather
big breasts for her size.
We were both very horny at that time (it must
have been the hormones) and wanted sex often,
sometimes several times a day. Doris enjoyed it
a lot, as did I, so we eagerly tried nearly
everything a loving couple can do sexually to
each other. Doris loved to be fucked hard for a
long time, and I was able to oblige.
Sometimes we spent an entire afternoon
titillating each other into orgasm after orgasm.
Doris came easily and was always ready for more,
and though I could cum repeatedly in those days,
I was usually the one who gave out.
We lived very simply in a small apartment off
campus at UCLA and had almost no money, despite
working part-time jobs. My parents had passed
away and Doris was the youngest of 6 children,
so there wasn't much support to be had. We both
worked evening jobs to help pay for school, and
while it helped put bread on the table, it
didn't cover our expenses.
Six months into our married life we found our
money problems were getting beyond us. We had
both borrowed to the hilt, and the bills were
coming in faster than we could pay them. We
talked about it, to no avail, for another month
or so.
One Saturday, as was often the case, we made
love twice, once in the morning and again in the
afternoon. That evening we were once again
trying to figure out a way to pay our most
pressing bills.
"You know, honey," Doris said, "there is a way I
could earn a lot more money."
"What's that," I answered, wondering what she
had in mind. "You can't stop school. We've
agreed about that."
"No, I wouldn't stop school. It would be
part-time. Listen, you remember my roommate,
Linda?"
"Sure. A very sweet girl. Didn't she finish
school early and get married to her boyfriend?"
I remembered Linda as a bouncy, friendly girl,
very nice and attractive. She had a steady
boyfriend, Rick, whom I had known slightly.
"Yes. She's living somewhere in Santa Monica
now, I think."
"That's nice."
"Well, Linda made a lot of money while she was a
student here."
"She did?"
"Uh huh. And it didn't take up much of her
time."
"Hmmm." I said, interested. "What did she do?"
Doris paused for a moment.
"Well, it was something unusual. In fact no one
knew about it except me. I was Linda's best
friend and she told me everything, but no one
else."
I was intrigued.
"Was it something dangerous?"
"No, not for her. She was very careful." She
paused, looking uncertain.
"Well, what was it she did?"
"She was a party girl."
"A party girl? You mean she went to frat parties
or something?" I had heard some fraternities
would hire girls to dance or strip for them.
"No, not like that, Dave. She went to private
parties for various professional sports teams
here in LA, or visiting. You know basketball and
football teams."
"Oh," I nodded. "You mean she was a dancer or
something like that?"
"Not quite. She, uh..." again Doris hesitated.
"She was a prostitute. I mean, she didn't call
it that. She described what she did as being a
'party girl,' never anything else."
I was stunned.
"Linda? I can't believe it. Geeze! Did Rick
know?"
"I don't think so, at least not before they were
married. He may know now but he didn't then. I
was the only one she told about it. She got into
it through a friend and only went with
professional athletes. She was never on the
street or anything like that. Some weekends she
made $1500."
"My God. That's a lot of money. What did she
have to do for that?"
"I know it sounds bad, but Linda said it wasn't
like that at all. I mean, she got to know a lot
of these players and they were nice guys and
treated her nicely. She told me the coaches knew
that they partied after games and made sure they
went with nice clean girls and treated them
well. They didn't want any problems. She said it
was actually safer to be with a group than alone
with a guy."
I was beginning to understand. "Was there a pimp
of some kind?"
"Well I think there were players who made the
arrangements. She told me that the players had
different social groups and one of their members
took on getting girls for their parties. The
teams didn't like to use professional escort
services. They preferred nice college girls and
had lists of girls in their hometowns and on the
road. Linda got to know which groups were the
nicest to work with and could be quite choosy.
She became a great favorite and they wanted her
to come back, so they treated her well. That's
all there was to it. It was completely private.
She didn't have any other clients."
Still intrigued, I had almost forgotten that
Doris had suggested she might take up this line
of work herself.
"Did she fall for any of these guys? You know,
get emotionally involved?"
"Never. It was just sex."
"Did she like it? I mean, did she like doing it
with them?"
Doris looked embarrassed.
"Well, she told me she had a good time, yes."
"My God! You mean she came? She had orgasms?"
My wife looked uncomfortable for a moment.
"Yes." She hesitated, as if it was difficult to
explain. "You know she was 19 or 20 and was
feeling the hormones," she added, lamely. Just
like Doris, I thought.
Fascinated, I wanted to know more. "What teams
did they come from?"
Doris named several well-known professional
football and basketball teams. "I've forgotten
the rest. There were more, I think."
"How many men were at these parties?"
"Oh, it depended. I think it was usually between
five and ten. Sometimes more, but then they had
more than one girl at the party."
I was stunned. "You mean Linda fucked 10 men at
a time?"
"No, not like that. The parties lasted until
very late, sometimes the next morning. There
were usually other girls there too. She could
dance, smoke, and enjoy the music. If she did it
with that many it was over four or five hours."
"So it wasn't a real gangbang?"
Doris blushed. "No. Well, maybe sometimes it was
if she wanted to."
"Jeeze. She liked gangbangs?"
"She said sometimes they wanted to do that and
if she felt like it, she would do it."
"My God! And she didn't get pregnant?"
"She was on the pill."
In 1961 AIDS did not exist, nobody worried about
other sexually-transmitted diseases, and nobody
used condoms.
"How often did she do this?"
"About three or four times a month, sometimes
more, depending on the seasons and what teams
were in town."
"How long did she do it? When did she start?"
"In her freshman year."
"God! At eighteen?"
Doris blushed. "She told me they particularly
liked young, fresh girls, eighteen to
twenty-four or so. If they liked a girl, she
could go on working for maybe few years, but
only the younger girls could break into the
business."
"I see." Finally I remember why Doris had
brought the subject up.
"Well, that's crazy. There is no way you could
do that, Doris!" I was shocked about Linda and
even more surprised that Doris would suggest
such a thing for herself. That made me wonder.
"Did Linda ever ask you if you wanted to do it
with her?"
Again, Doris looked uncomfortable. She was
completely honest, always, and I knew I would
hear the truth.
"She asked me, yes. She told me they would love
someone like me. But I refused. I didn't need
the money and I couldn't do anything like that
behind your back."
I noticed that now she did need the money and
that in raising it with me she had implicitly
asked my permission.
"I still can't believe Linda did it. Or does she
still do it?"
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to her for
several months."
"You mean she was still doing it when she and
Rick got married?"
"I'm not sure. It could be. She never told me
she stopped."
"Well, I think the whole idea is crazy, and
don't want you to even consider it."
"OK, darling. It was only an idea."
We embraced and kissed. I felt her tongue on
mine and her hand on the bulge in my pants. All
this discussion had gotten us quite aroused.
Within a minute I had her skirt up and my hand
on her hairy mound. She wasn't wearing panties.
She managed to get my trousers off, then my
under shorts. I slid my hard boner into her and
within a couple of minutes was shooting my hot
cum into her slippery vagina.
The subject didn't come up again for several
weeks, though out money problems worsened. I
remember thinking about Linda and wondering if
she was still doing it and if so what Rick
thought, but didn't ever consider it for us.
Then a few weeks later Doris got a phone call
from Linda saying she and Rick would be in our
part of town and suggesting we get together.
Doris asked me if I wanted to see them and after
some hesitation, I agreed. I realize now I was
very curious about Linda and wanted to know more
about her secret life.
We had quite a few drinks and ended up having
dinner at a nice place nearby and then returning
to our apartment for coffee. I was somewhat
surprised to find Linda completely normal; that
is; there was no sign of any kind that she had
ever been a prostitute. She was invariably
outgoing, cheerful and bubbly; rather like
Doris, I thought. She seemed devoted to Rick and
he to her. I was intrigued.
I found out that Rick was working for an
insurance company while Doris was pursuing an
advanced degree in accounting. They drove an
expensive new car and seemed quite well off, by
our standards. I couldn't help wondering if
Linda was supplementing their income.
I soon found out.
"I still work nights too, you know," said Linda,
who had been telling us about their friends in
Santa Monica. "Rick doesn't mind and the money's
great."
"Oh," said Doris, blushing slightly. I looked at
Rick who smiled at Linda.
"Actually," he said, "I was the one who
encouraged her to keep on working one the side.
We're building up a great nest egg for our
future."
I was stunned. If Linda was indeed still
hooking, her husband seemed genuinely pleased.
"What does she do?" I couldn't help asking. I
wanted to see what they would say.
"Oh, Linda is in the private entertainment
business. I mean she attends parties for
professional athletes and helps them celebrate
and relax; you know, gives them a good time.
It's very exclusive and private and she enjoys
it too. The money is fantastic." He smiled.
"Yes, and it's fun, too," said Linda.
"Do you have sex with them?" The drinks must
have emboldened me.
"Oh yes," said Linda, not in the least
embarrassed. "Rick and I agree that it's OK for
us. It's not as if I'm on the street or anything
like that. All the men at the parties I go to
are professional athletes and well behaved. Many
of them are famous, you know."
I looked at Doris, who seemed completely calm.
"You know, Dave, I've been able to meet some
great players." He named several well known
football stars. "Linda asked them to let me
attend one of their parties and they liked her
so much they agreed." He held her hand
affectionately.
"You were there? I mean you watched your wife
have sex with the players?" I was incredulous.
"Well, it was more like a regular party. I had
few drinks and talked to the players while Linda
went to the bedroom with some of them."
It seemed that Rick was such a big fan he would
do anything to meet the players.
I admit I was fascinated. Maybe because I was so
young and impressionable the whole idea didn't
seem so outlandish after seeing how Linda and
Rick seemed so happy together. I began to wonder
whether I might go along with Doris if she
wanted to try it too.
"Well," said Linda, "I was talking with some of
the players recently and they asked me if I knew
any girls of the type they like. And I thought
of you immediately, Doris. You know that they
don't go out looking for just any girl; they
always find them through girls they know."
Doris looked a bit uncomfortable. "Dave and I
actually talked about this once and didn't
pursue it. It would have to be OK with him," she
concluded, clearly implying that it was OK with
her.
I swallowed. "Uh, it seems a bit crazy to me. I
mean, don't you feel like you're betraying your
marriage?"
"Not at all," replied Linda. "There's no
emotional involvement on any side. It's just
business. I love Rick and he knows it."
"That's right," said Rick, gamely. "I don't mind
at all. Linda does it for money, not love, and
she isn't hiding anything from me. I know she's
not on the streets or taking any risks. She
actually gets to be with some very nice people.
It's all very exclusive and private so that
nobody knows about it except me."
I realized he was making a pretty good case.
"How much do you make?"
"Oh, it varies, but I average about $1000 from a
typical party. Sometimes more."
It seemed too good to be true. That kind of
money would solve all our financial problems and
give us plenty for our future. We could buy a
house, even.
Doris and Linda went to the kitchen for a few
minutes, leaving me alone with Rick.
"Hey, Dave, I know it's not for everyone, but I
can tell you I actually get a kick out of what
Linda does, if you know what I mean."
"How so?"
"Well, after a party, when she comes home, we
always have great sex. She tells me about what
happened and I find it very erotic. And then
it's a blast to do it with her after all those
guys. You wouldn't believe how sexy her freshly
fucked cunt is!"
"Really?" I asked. For some reason I wanted to
hear more. I could see that Rick was both frank
and willing to talk about it.
"Yeah. You've never experienced anything quite
like doing 69 after she has been at a party. The
taste of cum in her pussy is something I'll
never tire of." He smiled.
Despite my shock and determination not to let
Doris become a prostitute I felt a bulge in my
pants. My cock was telling me I was excited at
the idea.
Linda and Doris returned to the room and looked
at my expectantly.
"Well, what do you think, darling?" asked my
wife. "Maybe I could try it and see what it's
like?"
I was on the spot. Part of me wanted to resist,
but Doris was game and that there was no real
harm if everything was above board. Besides, I
was feeling quite sexually aroused at the idea.
"OK, I guess you're right. Maybe it would be OK
to try it once."
"Great!" said Linda. "There is a party tomorrow
night I can bring you to. It should be fun and
you'll find out if you like the work."
Before I knew it Doris and Linda were making
plans to meet the next day.
"What should I wear?" I heard Doris ask.
"Just short skirt, stockings and heels. A little
extra makeup and you'll look fine.
The next day Doris left the apartment at 7pm,
saying that she expected to be home by midnight.
I kissed her goodbye and spent the next 5 hours
anxiously waiting for her return.
She didn't get home until after 2 in the
morning.
"Sorry I'm late," she exclaimed, looking
exhilarated and a bit tired. "There were
supposed to be three of us but one girl didn't
show up so Linda and I had to go on a bit longer
than we planned." She smiled brightly at me.
"Tell me about it," I asked, curious to know
everything.
"Well, it was a beautiful hotel suite, with
several rooms and bedrooms. There was music, and
wine and beer and the players were all quite
nice." She smiled again.
"How much did you make?"
"A thousand dollars."
"Wow!" I was impressed, and somehow gratified.
"How many were there?"
"Well, more than we expected because they
thought there would be three girls. Let's see, I
think there were 18 or 20 players."
"Geeze, you fucked 20 men?" I was shocked.
"I didn't count them, Dave. I was there a long
time and spent time with a lot of them. Anyway I
did it with some of them two at a time."
"Two at a time?"
"Uh huh." She gulped, looking a bit embarrassed.
"How?"
She hesitated a moment and then told me that she
had taken one in her pussy and one in her ass.
"Geez! You did that once or several times?"
"Several times."
"Did you like it?" I wanted to know the worst.
"Yes."
"Did you cum?"
"Uh huh."
"Did you cum a lot?"
"I didn't count how many times." She said
lamely.
"Oh my God."
"Were they big?" I already knew the answer, but
wanted to hear her answer."
"Yes."
"Huge?"
"Oh darling, you shouldn't worry about that. It
didn't hurt or anything."
"You mean you liked being fucked by guys with
huge cocks." I couldn't help a pang of jealousy.
"It felt good, I admit. But no better than doing
it with you. "She smiled and reached out to me.
I wanted her very badly.
Within a minute she was sucking my turgid penis.
After a minute or so I moved her into the 69
position. Rick's comment had stuck in my mind.
The sensation was exquisite. Her wet, soft
tongue worked its way down my hard shaft as I
licked her musky pussy. The scent of semen was
everywhere. I put my tongue into her and tasted
the salty flavor of semen. I was about to cum
and wanted to fuck her cunt. I turned around and
spread her legs.
My cock slid in easily. Usually Doris was very
tight but that night she felt considerably more
open.
"Does it feel OK?" I wondered if she was feeling
sore.
"Yes, it's fine," she replied. I pumped her for
a few moments, savoring the feel of her recently
fucked vagina. All that cum must have kept her
well lubricated. She moaned and I could tell she
was enjoying it.
Her cunt felt so warm and slippery I could feel
my orgasm was not far off. I was excited by the
thought that other men had been having her like
this not long before. I imagined how she looked
to them -- legs spread wide, pert tits, juicy
pussy taking a good pumping.
"Were any of them well-known players?" I found
myself asking.
"I don't know. I don't follow football like you
do. They were all black guys."
I stiffened in shock. I hadn't thought about
blacks being with her at all. An intense orgasm
swept over me as I envisioned my cute wife being
penetrated by black men, their fat balls
slapping against her ass as their penises filled
her holes. Doris moaned and hugged me to her
while my thick ejaculation shot into her cervix.
When I had calmed down we hugged and kissed for
some time. I felt wonderfully relaxed and
satisfied. We dropped off to sleep.
After that I raised no objections to Doris'
nocturnal job. She was in great demand and often
worked several nights a week, especially
weekends. The money was great. We paid off our
loans and within a year would be well fixed for
a down payment on a house. We bought our first
place a year later.
After a few months on the job Doris came home
one night and asked whether I'd like to attend
one of the parties. She knew I'd like to meet
the players and thought it might be a good idea
if I could see for myself that it was just
business.
I agreed to her plan. But that's another story.
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