My senior year in college I did a stupid thing.
I got married.
Sally was three years older, divorced with a three-year-old baby girl, Ally, who was cute as a button and could steal anyone’s heart.
My university offered married students quarters. They cost more and I had to borrow money to pay for the semester’s lease. Money was real tight after we moved in. It was a good thing that we had each other. Sex was our entertainment. Sally’s experiences with her first husband had been mediocre to bad but she’d had a couple of other guys. One before she got married and one after her marriage had ended that were ‘all right’ as she put it. I hadn’t had a lot of experience when we married.
We were both eager, but naïve sexually.
Still, we screwed twice a day and more often if we weren’t busy with work and school and Ally. Sally discovered that she could cum several times in a row. This epiphany made her more eager for sex.
We were young, broke, horny and in love. Life seemed perfect.
In order to meet our expenses, food and laundry and diapers and so on, Sally started working at a restaurant on the outside of town. The place was medium upscale steak house and diner with a strong alumni/sports vibe. On the weekends it turned into a club after the dinner crowd.
Sally came home from work one day flustered.
“What’s the matter, honey?” I asked looking up from my homework.
“You know how Elwood’s has a reputation for special parties?” She sat across from me and bit her lip.
Special parties was an understatement. Elwood’s served girls on Friday and Saturday nights to the alumni and the players. “Yeah. But you aren’t working nights there. There shouldn’t be any problem, right?”
“Well, I was walking across the parking lot just now and one of the jocks must have recognized the uniform or me from the restaurant. He asked me if I did private parties…
“I asked him what he meant, and he said ‘One on one. It’s hard to wait until Friday night.'”
I watched her face. I was stunned, though mostly by my own gut reaction. Instead of being angry I was excited. Blood started rushing everywhere.
“I didn’t know how to answer him, so I didn’t say anything. He opened his wallet and said, ‘I can give you fifty for this afternoon.'”
“What did you say?” I could barely get the words out. Was she expecting him to knock at the door?
“I said ‘Sorry, I’m not available right now.’ Then I came home.” Sally bit her lip, her eyes wide, staring at me for a reaction.
I froze, my mouth moving like a fish out of water. Could she be thinking about… it?
“You’re not ‘available right now?'” I finally squeaked out. “What did you mean?”
Now she dropped her eyes. “I don’t know. Fifty dollars? I made twelve dollars and thirty-five cents on the counter this morning.” Sally shook her head.
“But he wants to fuck you. That’s why he’s offering you money.” I should be telling her no, hell no, but the rush of doing something bad flooded my brain. What would it feel like to know she had sex with another man? Could I watch her? The rush from the idea of her trading sex for money shook me inside with the feeling you get just before you jump off a cliff.
“Yeah… I know.” She looked at me through squinted eyes.
I looked at her with wide eyes. Then I… shrugged. Why I shrugged I couldn’t have said at the moment. Too many images ran through my head.
She continued to stare at me for a long moment, then she sniffed her clothes and made a face because she stank of the diner. She stripped off her clothes and threw them in the hamper. By the time she was naked and the shower running to warm up, she ran back into the living room and jumped on my lap. She pulled me into a hard kiss while she ground her sex where my rigid cock tented my pants. Before the kiss could go farther than frustrating me, she ran back to the bathroom and shut the door. I looked down at the wet spot she’d left.
Sally was excited.
I was excited.
My erection didn’t subside, and I hoped she would be able to help me when she was done with her shower. The water turned off, but instead of coming out the hair dryer started up. Sally only blow dried her hair when we were going out or when she was going to work. She didn’t want to damage it.
What was going on? I tried to open the bathroom door, but she had it locked.
“Honey, what’s going on?” I called through the door over the sound of the hair dryer.
The dryer cut off. “I’ll be out in a minute. We’ll talk.”
‘We’ll talk?’ What did that mean?
I sat down on the couch, staring at my course work and not seeing anything but Sally being offered cash for sex, and my flushed reaction. I wanted to see it. I wanted to watch some guy stick his cock in her and make her cry and whimper. Every thought about how wrong it was, was drowned in the rush of blood pounding in my ears.
I wouldn’t ask. It couldn’t be my idea.
The bathroom door opened. She came out in her short robe that clung to her curves, and tenting over her erect nipples, her hair looking fresh and ready for anything.
“So…?” I said.
“So,” she sat down next to me on the couch. “Don’t get mad and don’t interrupt me. I have to get this out.”
I nodded.
“When that guy offered me money for sex, the idea got me hot. I have guys hit on me all the time. They apparently think if they are charming enough, I’ll ditch my wedding vows and drop my panties for them. But this guy, all he did was offer me a job. Screw him and get fifty bucks.
“I can turn him down and it isn’t a blow to his ego, and it doesn’t hurt me. But what if I take him up on the deal? I have sex with him. So? Sex without you won’t mean anything. It probably wouldn’t be enjoyably, but it would be fifty bucks.” Sally trembled as she held my hands. She was still excited. “A couple of the other girls have been talking about the weekend shifts and the money they make…”
“We need the money, no lie there, but the money doesn’t excite me.” I kissed her lightly on the lips. How much could I admit to? “The idea of you doing something naughty excites me. But I don’t know if it’s a good idea to follow through on. What if you do this…” I nearly choked. “Do this and he wants to make future appointments? What if he tells his friends? We could get in trouble here.”
“You’re right… I wasn’t thinking.” She looked away from me. She’d been thinking. Thinking a lot. She’d talked to the other girls who did night work at Elwood’s. This wasn’t a new thought.
“And what if you do ‘enjoy’ it. Will you want to leave me for him?” I asked.
“No, of course not.” Sally looked indignant.
“The idea got you hot, didn’t it?” I stared at her nipples poking through the fabric of her robe. I smiled at her. I wanted to reassure her that anything here was all right.
She nodded a little and chewed her lip and wiggled on the couch.
“That’s OK.” I said it like I meant it, though I was scared to death. “If you want to do it, where are you going to be with him?”
She looked a little shocked. “I don’t know. His place?”
“Or you could invite him here. He knows who you are, obviously, so it wouldn’t matter if he came to our apartment.” I looked her in the eye. “And I could be here.”