This story is cuckold, loving wife (married extra-marital fun: swinging, sharing & more) story. It’s with my usual characters, but in an alternative timeline. Each series will stand on its own. It is (sadly) entirely fictional.
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Becoming a Whore 03
I had trouble sleeping last night. My wife of 20 years appears to be ready to embrace becoming a whore. I am not.
I sort of passed out in the study after wanking off to the evening’s events. Woke up some hours later and stumbled up to bed through a dark and quiet house. Emily was naked in bed, something she has never done before. She was lying on her side with that dildo absently still between her legs. It almost looked like she had fallen asleep with it inside her and it had worked it way out of her. I remember shaking my head as I climbed into bed next to her and tried to sleep.
In the end at around 5am I wondered back downstairs. I have been staring out at the garden going through tea wondering what was going on in my life. My emotions are mixed.
Worried for my marriage and my wife whom I love. Worried for what this means for me, does she still love me?
Excited and turned on because I can’t deny that somehow I’m finding this kink appealing to me.
Scared at how alien this is to our current lives. Scared of the diseases. Scared of the type of people involved. Scared of the laws being broken. Scared of what our daughter will think or how we’ll keep it secret from her.
But somehow I keep getting turned on by it, and that appears to be the overriding emotion. Or at least the strongest one that is threatening to overrule all the others. I’m lost with no one to talk to, and Emily is the closest person I have that I usually share everything with.
I hear footsteps and a loo flushing upstairs. Then my wife’s footsteps on the stairs as she heads down. I notice that it’s nearly 8am, early for both of us for a Saturday.
I’m not sure what emotion to portray here, so I continue to look out the window with a cold tea in my hand even as I hear her footsteps behind me.
I feel my wifes loving arms wrap around me and hug me tightly, kissing me on the neck. “Good morning love” and she takes a seat next to me at 90 degrees so sort of facing me. She smiles at me lovingly. She’s in her usual PJ’s that hide and cover everything, I’m was half expecting her to be naked.
“Good morning babes.” and I smile back.
“Beautiful morning, do you want to do something together today?”
“Yup sounds lovely.” I have to at least try so “Can we please talk about last night?”
She pauses and looks at me, I can hear the cogs wiring. “Can we do it later please?”
Ok that’s progress. She’s putting me off, but I know not to push, though I really want to. “Do you still love me?”
She answers instantly, “God yes 100%, more than ever.” and she leans forward and takes one of my hands. It feels sincere, I can feel the love. My heart bounces and I forget all my worries and troubles.
“Phew” and I grin back at her.
***
We plough through the day and have a lovely time. A nice day as a married couple. She dressed as normal, smart, sort of classy, maybe frumpy. The previous night’s fun wasn’t bought up by either of us, I’d wait until she was ready or at least my until patience runs out.
Then at just after we arrived home and sat down with a cuppa she started crying. I instantly hugged her and asked if she was ok. “Love what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know” was her quick reply through the sobbing.
“Is this about last night?”
“Yes”
“About your …” I couldn’t say it.
“Say it” she cried into my shoulder.
“Lesbian thing” I managed to get out.
She cried more but answered a “No” that surprised me.
“The drugs?”
Another “No”
I had to think a moment, “the whore thing?”
She wailed “Yesssss”.
I gave her a moment before, “Why are you upset about that?”
She instantly responded “I don’t want to be a whore.” and then a few moments later “but I want to be a whore.”
Oh surprise there, she doesn’t know what she wants. I think I already knew why she didn’t want to be whore so I’d work on the other one “But why do you want to be a whore?”
She stopped sobbing and leaned back so that we were face to face and then very crossly “No I don’t. I don’t want to be a whore.”
Confused even more, “Ok
Continue and don’t forget the video
***
Sunday evening he called. Claire was just going out as Emily answered, so I didn’t hear the beginning of the call.
Emily put the phone on speakerphone when the coast was clear.
“You need to leave me alone.” then she added “please”.
“Why?” came Casba’s response. First time I’d hear his voice since Friday evening, when he’d drugged my wife and made her …
“Because I don’t want to do this.”
“Lier”
“No I really don’t want to do this.”
“Lier again.”
A moment of silence between them before he continued, “When we first met why did you change your clothes for me?”
She scrunched her face “I was drunk and drugged”.
“And on Friday why did you do it again?”
“I was drugged.”
“So it wasn’t your fault. It was out of your control?” I didn’t like where this was heading.
“Exactly”
“What if I told you I had information about you that I could blackmail you about.” I fecking knew it, bullshit and what the hell at the same time.
However, Emily saw it a different way “Oh”. No no no Emily this is silly, just hang up. I caught her attention and shook my head no, twice.
“I think you should do as I say.” she didn’t reply “tomorrow after work my car will pick you up.”.
“No” she replied to him while watching me, I nodded and smiled.
“Yes, we’ll go slow don’t worry and your hubby can check that you are safe.”
She didn’t respond, in fact she showed no emotion at all. I was panicking again.
“We’ll pick you up after work and just say hi. We’ll drop you back as soon as you want.”
Again she didn’t respond.
“It’s agreed. Thank you and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. I’ll text you some info for your husband. See you tomorrow.”
And he hung up. I laughed “What a joke.”
She smirked back at me, “I know as if.”
And that was it, our evening carried on as normal as did our night, morning and work day. Until around 3pm I received a text from Emily ‘Casba sent this to me – Tell hubby he can pop by 12 Gratham Street, NG1 8HH any time from 7pm. Knock the glass door on the side and tell them Casba sent you.’
I replied to her ‘Why did you send that?’
She texted back ‘The cheek of him, don’t worry I’m not going. xx Love you, see you later.’.
My heart fluttered ‘Love you too.’, oh that felt good.
That was it, until around 5pm when she texted ‘I’ll be 30mins late tonight, don’t worry, only picking up dinner.’.
I replied ‘k’ and thought nothing of it. That would mean that she’d be back by 6.30pm.
However as 6pm came I started to think about it a bit more and wonder. She wouldn’t would she? 6.30pm came and no sign of her, I texted ‘Love, all ok?’ and no reply.
7pm came and I found myself in the car on the way to NG1 8HH. No real idea why, as she was only some 30 minutes late, but something told me I’d lost. I needed to save her and get her back.
I arrived at around 7.20pm, parked my car as close as I could, some half a mile away. On shaky legs I started to walk towards the exact location looking for this glass door. I soon found myself in a very different part of the city that I’m really not familiar with. When I turned onto what I expected was the last corner I really turned into a different world.
It was a street with a hotel, a couple of mobile phone shops, a bar or two and at least 8 hookers wandering around. The road was busy with the odd car and it wasn’t quite dark out yet but would be shortly. There were a few people walking around, mostly drunk or high on something. The women looked so trashy, nearly showing everything off. Some looked spaced out, one tried to get my attention as I walked past. I couldn’t see Emily anywhere which was good.
My phone told me I was here but I couldn’t see any glass door so I carried on walking. Near an alleyway there was a big bloke standing, watching everyone, I nodded to politely as I walked past. Looking down the alleyway I could see a woman and a man walking back up it hand in hand. I guessed that she had just performed for him. I stumbled past, almost embarrassed for having looked. Again no sign of Emily. I nearly reached the end of the street and checked my phone for the location again. Yup I was in the right place, I was starting to get worried. I called Emily’s phone, it rang but no answer. What was I going to to now. It’s was nearly 8pm and dark was setting in.
I decided to head back the way I came up the street again, past everyone. Trying not to make eye contact was tricky whilst looking for this blooming door. This time as I approached the alleyway from the other direction, I noticed the door. It was sort of behind where the man was standing. I almost breathed a sign of relief until I saw man and woman approach him just ahead of me. A conversation was had, the strange man handing the door man something, I guess money. And he walked walked down the alleyway with the woman. I had two steps to go to get to the door, when it opened infront of me and another strange man walked out. He smiled at me and let the door swing shut behind him.
Pulling the door I found it locked and went to search for a buzzer. But before I could do that, alleyway man leaned towards me “What are you doing man?”.
I looked at his crooked teeth and mean eyes, and with a quivering voice told me I was here to see Casba.
“Really? Why?” he asked me and he squared up a little.
“Errr her told me to ask for him at the glass door.” and I nodded to it.
“Why?” he asked moving closer.
So my only answer to get through this scary door would be to say that I’m looking for my wife. Here. Next to an alley where hookers perform. I can’t say that, but I have to say something.
He then laughed “Hahah don’t panic dude” well I was “head on up he’s expecting you. Top of the stairs first door on the right, it’ll be open.” and I heard the door, click and buzz.
Reaching for it and pulling it open I smiled a thank you at him, but he’d already turned back to the street, to keep an eye on the ladies. As I entered the corridor a woman was coming down it with a grin on her face. From her clothes I’d say she was heading to or back out to the street to find the next cock to please.
She stopped as we met each other. “Hi Honey can I help you?” oh maybe she was reception or something, I don’t know how this place works.
“I’m here to see Casba.”
“Hah, men like you don’t usually go to see Casba.” she smirked and looked me up and down. Sizing me up then made eye contact for a few seconds before “Your her husband aren’t you?”
I looked at her blanky, how could she suss that out from looking at me. And maybe she didn’t mean, my her.
“Her?” I quizzed.
“Dunno her name, massive rack, loves a juicy cream pie.” and she wiggled her hips a little and rolled her eyes to indicate enjoyment.
I squirmed. “Errr” not really sure I wanted to be known at the cream pie husband or something like that.
She grinned at my obvious discomfort “You need to relax honey.” and she reached out to touch my arm. “She just did an amazing job on me. I loved it, she definitely loved it. I hope to be back later for another clean out.” and she giggled. Gave me a squeeze and whispered “Thank you” as she moved on down the corridor to the door.
Geezz Emily, how could you. Did you really just eat out another dirty hookers pussy. Where the hell had this come from. I thought you weren’t going to do this. Now I was even more determined to get her home as quick as possible.
As walked the remainder of the corridor towards the stairs I was aware of two things. I could hear the sounds of sex, the moaning, the female encouragement to go with it and the fact that I was walking past doors to tiny rooms with nothing but mattress on the floor. This really was a dirty place to come for quick sex. It worried me even more. When I reached the stairs I couldn’t help but look into the room on my left that the sex was happening in.
There was a skinny black dude, laying on his back, straddled by a short tubby lady. She was still pretty much dressed and they were clearly busy enjoying themselves. Neither of them noticed me. I headed up the stairs to save my wife form a similar fate.
At the top of the stairs you had to turn back on yourself to a shorter corridor. There were two closed doors with lavatory signs on them the left and two open doors to the right. There were voices coming from the furthest room. I headed there. The first door on the right was the same as the ones downstairs, small with a mattress on the floor.
I was not expecting the other room to look like this. It was darkly office, with a huge set of sofa’s at one end and a desk at the other. A very large room that could have easily held 40 people, it currently occupied 3. They spotted me right away.
A man near a desk at the end of the room smiled when he saw me “Good get Willow up here.” he instantly instructed the other man in the room. I recognised the voice of that of Casbas. The other man swiftly pushed past me to do his bidding. Casba continued “I told you he’d come, it’s settled.” and he grinned hugely at my wife sitting on the sofa.
She looked shocked to see me and extremely disappointed. Great, I’ve come to save her and have fucked up, somehow. She was still in her usual work clothes, her day job ones. I was very please to see that, hoping I was in time to save us.
I opened my mouth to greet them and take control of whatever this situation was when Casba’s phone blipped and he lifted his hand up to stop me. “Emily, next one is coming in, go for it girl.”.
My wife stood and locking eyes with me walked towards me. When she reached me, she kissed me on the cheek and looked saddened.
I grabbed her arm, “Lets go.” However she put her hand over mine and pushed it away firmly. Not saying a word she walked past me.
I turned to follow her, but Casba was suddenly at my side. “Come in a take a seat, she’ll only be a few minutes.” and he grinned. I didn’t like the sound or look of that.
I heard what I guessed was Emilys footsteps behind me in the corridor, it didn’t sound like she was going downstairs. I then heard a distant door clanging, the front one, followed by some voices. Casba took my arm and led me to the huge windows that overlooked the street and alleyway. I was suddenly struck by how much you could see from here. We were standing at the corner of the building with clear glass floor to ceiling, allowing us to see right down through the whole of the short alleyway and through the street. You could easily see all the goings on, this was his lookout, his safety net for his girls. I had to admit, it was an impressively setup.
“Emily is helping me out, tonight.”
“She’s not your whore I’m taking her home.” I’d found my spine.
He chuckled “Yup she’s not my whore.” I almost heard him say yet “And yup you can take her home whenever you’re both ready. I’m not stopping anything.” and he held his hands up in surrender. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, heals, then in the corridor. Then voices.
He noticed my slight head turn towards to the sound. “You can go check if you want?”
It was a challenge. Do you want to see what’s happening out there or do you want to stay here? The choice was mine. It wasn’t a challenge, more of a test, what kind of man are you. I stood straight and turned walking to the door. I’d show him.
As I took the few steps towards the voices and what I guessed was Emily I could hear them.
“Oh baby I’ve been looking forward to trying you out. It’s Emily isn’t it?” the strange female voice asked her.
Then I heard the recognisable voice of my wife with a giggle “Yup, do you want to straddle me or do you want to lie?” I stopped dead in my tracks just through the doorway to the corridor.
“Ohhh I’m going to ride your tongue baby.” and she giggled “And let gravity help a bit, quick I’m leaking.” and more of a giggle.
I took a slow step towards them, it sounded like they were in the room next to me at the top of the stairs, the one with the single mattress.
I heard the sound of people shuffling and the strange female voice “So I hear you’ll be joining us?”
To which my wifes slightly muffled reply “Ummmfffff, apparently so.”
“Oohh goody.”
And I reached the door just as there was “ummmm” sound from the new voice. I braced myself by holding the door frame and slowly looked round.
I was greeted with the sight of my wife laying on the mattress with her head towards me at the door, I could see the top of her face, as the other woman was straddling her head and had her pussy tightly against my wifes mouth. Emily was moaning and sucking and licking. The woman was enjoying it, eyes closed grating a little and another “ummmm” from her.
The other woman suddenly opened her eyes and caught my gaze. She smiled at me, I had no clue if she knew who I was but she knew her job was to tease and please men and she couldn’t help herself. “Ummm god Emily you sure know how to lick pussy.”
My wife’s hands then moved to the hookers hips for more contact. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
The hooker continued, whilst looking at me “God you’re soo nasty. Ummm, soothing my sore used pussy, cleaning all that nasty jissum up.” and she winked. “And we have a peeping tom, ummm.”
I nearly scooted back behind the door but it was too late. Emily’s eyes popped open and she tilted her head to see who it was and locked eyes with me. Emily struggled to move, to get up. But the hooker grabbed her hands and leaning forward held them to the mattress above her head. “Ohhh no you don’t, keep going I’m nearly there.”
To which Emily moaned loudly something that we couldn’t understand “Uugghyylklyjff” both sets of eyes locked onto me. The hooker with an evil grin and Emily, supprised, shocked and alive.
She suddenly wriggled her wrists and starting moaning more, as if she was cumming also. She was, Emily was cumming. “Oooh you like being restrained like this do you? You really are a dirty woman. You’re going to fit …oohh, arrrgggg yess … there …arggghhhhhh” and she started to cum at the same time.
Both women were getting each other off, it was amazing, and soo wrong. So so wrong that my wife was doing this.
I turned and left them to it, adjusting my hard cock as I did. Yup this was turning me on, I couldn’t deny it. Before I even reached the other room I could hear them behind me. “Thanks Emily, god that was good. Umm see you later.” As I stepped into the room Casba was by his big windows looking back towards me he smiled watching me adjusting my cock still. I walked slowly, really slowly towards him. Had he won, was I defeated. I had no idea.
I head steps behind me and turned slightly to see Emily walking in with her head held high and her face glistening. She swiftly walked past me and sat on the sofa again.
“Good girl Emily, it sounded like you both enjoyed that.” Casba chuckled, I wasn’t sure if he meant me and her or the hooker and her.
Then from the doorway behind me the other hookers voice “I think she likes or needs or wants a bit of the old handcuffs.” and she giggled as she headed down the stairs.
“Is that so?” Casba asked neither of us. “Emily do you like to be restrained?” he was looking back and forth between the both of us. Emily bowed her head. “Interesting” was all he added.
There was then a commotion downstairs and he perked up. Turning to me “So Emily and I had a bet. I said to her that I knew you’d come here and that if you did she had to join the girls.” I was about to protest but he quickly continued “Don’t worry she wont be whoring.” again I heard a yet there. “So in a minute she’ll be getting ready and will then be joining her new workmates there.” And he indicated beyond the windows. “Or you can both go home right now.”
He smiled at me and then looked at Emily. She raised her head and also looked at me. But she didn’t get up. I held out my hand to take her away but she didn’t rise. There were footsteps on the stairs, again heels, another pussy cleaning job?
No one moved, the poker game was afoot. I was going to play my card “I love you Emily, please let us go home right now.”
My wife looked at me “I love you to Chris.” and then her eyes met the person at the door, I turned to see Willow with a large bag appear.
Casba took over “Good, get her ready quickly and get her helping. We already know what she’s good at, but keep her cunt out of service today.” was his instruction to Willow.
She didn’t respond and marched over to Emily. “Ok honey, time is money, chop chop, get and up strip off, all of it right now.”
Emily stood and maintaining eye contact with me, she smoothed down her skirt. I looked on in awe and part disgust. Was she really going to this, whatever this was. I tried one more time “Emily lets go, now.” and I held my hand out. She kept eye contact with me and started to unbutton her blouse, whilst stepping out of her shoes. Not at word was spoken by anyone.
Part of me was ready to walk, to leave. But then her bra encased boobs came into view and I was hypnotised, as always happens. Willow was rummaging through her bag as Emily wriggled her skirt down her hips, stepped out of it. Swiftly and without any embarrassment removed her bra and her knickers. There has was standing completely naked infront of her pimp, a hooker and her husband. Two of which had probably never seen her naked before.
“God darn girl.” came Willow first “You are built.”
Then Casba “Gezzz better than I thought, you are going to make me a lot of money.” Nooooo was all I could hear my head calling out. But they were right, she looked amazing. Her full heavy boobs hanging low on her chest, her neatly trimmed bush, wide hips, strong legs, beautiful face, she really was the perfect woman. Maybe that’s why she was happy to be able to share it? God no, she was mine. I realised that my hand was still held out, doing nothing useful and clearly not about to be taken to run away. I bought it back to my side.
Willow quickly handed I guess tights. I was thinking where’s the knickers? But Emily started to work them on and up over her hips in no time. They were sheer, black, with a seem up the back. “Turn around” Willow quickly instructed her and went about straightening the seems. Casba then appeared next to her and put some very high heals on the floor facing us. Willow indicated she was done with a tap on my wifes ass. She quickly turned around and started to step into the heels. Seeing her pussy through the tights was strange, exciting and different.
Casba collected her other clothes up and I thought he was going to hand them to me, but he instead put them in a binbag and threw them out of an open window into the alley. Willow then handed her a tiny piece of material. I didn’t know what it was and it looked smaller than the tights were. However as Emily unravelled it I could see it was supposed to be a dress of some sort. She stepped into it and pulled it up her legs. It was tight going up her legs, then very tight over her hips, as she started it pull up further up her body I started to wonder about a bra. Surely see at least needed that? However it didn’t appear to bother her as she hoisted her boobs into it. A bit of readjustment and the sheath dress thing was on. Boy was it tight, boy could you see everything. How on earth she was happy wearing this, when for the last 40 years she’d never even remotely worn anything even close to this. I looked deep into her yes to look for the glazed, given up look, the drugged look but it wasn’t there. She looked excited.
Willow stood back a second, looking at her, she then stepped forward towards Emily and grabbed both of her boobs hunting for nipples. She then rolled, squeezed and pulled until they were well and truly on display. She stood back and turned to Casba “She’s gonna get raped out there.” and laughed.
He smiled back at her “Not today. You know what to do.” And with that they both vanished. Emily didn’t say a word to me. She just strutted off with her new hooker friend, to do god knows what.
“Please Emily no.” I called after her but nothing changed. She’d gone. Headed to her new future for the next however long, doing who knows what.
Casba leaned over to me and said “Stay as long as you want. You can see everything from here.” I turned to the windows and started looking out to find my wife appearing. “She’s not going to do any whoring tonight, don’t worry.” I grunted. His phone bleeped, he sniffed. “Or at least that was the plan.” God what did that even mean?
He pressed some buttons on his phone and lifted it to his ear. A few seconds later I heard his half of the call as I gazed out the windows trying to find my wife.
“Yer she’s out there now.”
“No, I’ll let you work that out.”
“Hah already, where are you?” At the same time I say Emily walking out to the street. There she was, a few feet away from me with the other hookers, streetwalking for customers.
Casba moved across the window “I see you” I followed his eye line to possibly a van on the opposite side of the street.
“I told her she wouldn’t be whoring tonight just helping.”
“I know but I’d like to keep my word.”
“I understand.” was someone telling him that he was going to pick my wife up. That he wanted her.
“I know she’s the package.”
“You know the rules, I let the girls decide that, but she’s a special kinda freeky.” was he talking condoms, protection?
“Cause she’s eaten at least” he quickly counted “5 pies from my girls already.” so 3 before I got here?
“Yup no lie. Sounds like she loves it.” that was true from what I saw earlier.
“Yer seriously, no whoring tonight, just helping.”
“Well that’s what I told her. Yer I understand.” he laughed, I didn’t like that sound of that. “Yup it’ll be her first time. £500, geezzz” he paused. I watched Emily and nothing for a few seconds, then “Go for it.” I really didn’t like the sound of that. “Yer don’t push it if she says no. Got it?”
“Enjoy”
Nooooooooooooooo
“Oh and apparently she might like a bit of the old restraints.” no don’t tell him things like that. That’s not real. Or is it?
“Maybe for another time then.” he laughed and hung up.
I continued watching Emily on the street. It was weird, it was like I was watching a film not real life. There was my amazing wife, the love of my life, my best friend, walking with the whores, illegally. The other women appeared to acknowledge her and say hi. From way up here there didn’t appear to be a bitchiness or competition going on.
She kept struggling with pulling her top up and her skirt down. The top was low down on her chest, covering her braless breasts. Yes they hung rather low down on her, it was very obvious from their movement that they were free. I thought they looked amazing, such a pendulous site, full and heavy. She hated them braless and would never do that for me, often stating that her heavy hangers were too big and gave her backache. But here she was with them well and truly on display. Would the customers like this, god we’d soon see.
Turning to me, Casba interrupted my voyeurs dream “You’re a sport for letting this happen. Not many men could let their wife do this. Let alone one built like yours.”
I sniffed at him, “I haven’t let this happen. It’s not happening.” I dunno who I was kidding.
“Looks like we’re about to see” and he nodded towards the van. I looked over and saw the door open and a huge man get out. He looked like a wrestler or weight lifter, had to be nearly 7 foot tall and though he had a big belly on him it looked like he rippled muscle. Watching him heading across the street towards all spread out ladies. I looked back towards were Emily was and I couldn’t see her. Casba appeared to be hunting for her also.
I then spotted her with two men and another hooker next to the door man. The 3 men where quickly discussing something while the 2 ladies, one my wife, stood next to them waiting. They were arm in arm. Oh god, what was going down, what was about to happen.
“Hah he’ll have to wait” Casba chuckled, I was unsure if he was talking about man mountain or the other two. But I quickly worked out it was man mountain as the three men appeared to have come to an arrangement, something was handed to door man, I guess money again. And the 2 couples walked a little down the ally. Emily was in the middle of two men with the other women on the left side. It was hard to tell from this angle but there appeared to be no nervousness on Emilys part.
“Don’t worry they all know, Emily’s not whoring tonight.” Casba informed me. Though I don’t know what planet he was on as clearly that’s not what was happening right now. They were slightly out of sight now so we both moved to the other side window that had a very clear view. We were almost over the top of them and able to see everything.
They had stopped probably 40 feet down the ally, about half way. There was a weird setup there in the open. Three unoccupied mattresses on the floor for a few feet between each of them. Then a few cupboard like bin things lined up against the building wall about 6 foot wide and maybe 4 foot deep and about waist height. “Like our outdoor setup?” he asked me. “For dry nights like tonight some punters don’t want to pay for indoor rate, don’t have a vehicle and some just love the outdoor life.” and he chuckled.
They were talking down there, but I couldn’t work out what was being said. I don’t think even if the windows were open, we’d be able to hear. They were just far enough that vision was perfect but the city background noise droned everything out. Maybe that was good for business.
The talk stopped, I guess the organisation was sorted. The hooker, got down on her knees and started to get access to man 1’s cock. Man 2 very quickly stepped behind Emily and snuggling up close reached round and grabbed her boobs. She quickly put her hands over his and started to help him massage them. She leaned back talking to him and tilted her head, he leaned forward and they started to kiss.
Casba chuckled “This is great she has no idea. Hookers don’t kiss.” tell her that I was screaming inside. Checking out the other couple I could see that she had his cock out and was rolling a condom down him. All four of them were talking. The hooker then got up and took the 2 quick steps towards the bin things and leaned over them, her ass high. She looked back over her shoulder and spread her legs, beckoning the cock towards her, swaying her hips and tapping the top of the bin next to her. The man quickly closed the gap and at the same time Emily moved next to her on the bin and leaned forward so that they were both side by side.
The hooker took Emily’s closest hand in hers and they shuffled closer. The man behind the hooker had lifted her skirt and was lining his cock up. The other man said something to them and kicked Emily’s legs apart, similar to the hookers. However Emily’s were now wider. This also caused her dress to ride up over her hips to her waist. So you could now see her ass, covered by the tights, her only modesty.
I guess the man with the hooker had found home as he was now thrusting and she was moving on the bin. She appeared to be enjoying it, he certainly was from the activity and speed of his movements.
The man behind my wife leaned forward, I guess talking to her. He placed one hand on her forehead and whilst pushing her ass into the bin hard he lifted her head and body up. His free hand then pulled her top down under the tits and they popped out and onto the bin lid. He let go of her head and grabbed a boob each and started mashing them whilst dry humping her. I really couldn’t believe this. I was almost holding my breath as I watch it. I stepped forward so that I was right up against the glass. He was slow thrusting her while working on her boobs.
His friend however was going nuts ramming his cock into the hooker. Emily was starting to say something, they all appeared to like whatever it was as the fucker I guess came. He stopped moving and really pushed the hooker into the bin. Wow.
A few moments and I guess spurts later he pulled back and out. You could just make out the condom on his cock. Something was said by the hooker, maybe to Emily as the man behind her stepped back, she turned around and took something from the hookers skirt pocket and handed it to Emily. They all had a discussion, it was surreal, I could see a pair of tits, two pussies, an arse and a cock. The man that was yet to fuck snatched the condom from Emily and made to put start putting it on himself.
The one that was spent then stood behind Emily and pushed her back over the bin. Quite forcefully and said something to her. He then appeared to pull the condom off and put it on the bins between the two woman and resumed what the other man was doing. He put both hands on my wifes bare boobs and started to dry hump her. But this time there was a bare cock there only separated by simple tights material.
I noticed that the hooker had started moving in the same rhythmic fashion as she was getting fucked again. Conversations were happening and 4 people apparently enjoying themselves, a lot. The hooker took the condom from between them both and through the thrusting she appeared to be doing something with it. Emily shook her head and they all laughed. The spent man who’s cum was being played with in the condom then appeared to pin Emily down and moved a hand from her boobs to her head. Both hands then twisted her face towards the hooker. Whilst doing this he was still gyrating his hips against her pussy and ass and the hooker was getting pounded hard.
The used condom was then bought to Emilys face. She closed her mouth and tried to shake her head no. The fucking man then said something and pointed up towards us. Emily opened her mouth and the cum as poured in. You could actually hear the three of them jeer and laugh. The hooker squeezing the condom to empty it into Emily mouth.
“Good god, are you seeing this.” Casba asked me.
“Yes” I answered, acutely aware that my cock was throbbing like never before.
“I see a lot from up here.” he shook his head “Over many years.”
We then watched the 2nd man cumming into his condom. They were all catching their breath. Quickly he stood back and I guess telling the women well done, removed the condom, popped it onto the bins next to them both and both cocks were put away. The hooker quickly straighten herself up and stood smiling at the men. Emily stayed bent over the bin with her ass on display and her tits mashed against it.
I wasn’t sure what was going on or why she was staying like that. The men wandered off, clearly very happy chaps. The hooker then leaned on the bin, on her elbows talking to Emily. She had pulled her own dress down and was relatively decent. Amazing after just being fucked twice, but I get that it showed that she was a professional. I can only imagine what the conversation was. The way she was gesturing, made me think it was about the condoms or their contents. They were both there between the two of them on the bin. The conversation continued for a while. Emily still with her tits out squashed against the bin and her ass on display as her skirt was still up, legs still spread wide.
I guess a conclusion was reached as Emily raised herself up a little bit and opened her mouth facing the other women. I couldn’t believe what I was watching as the hooker then fed her the cum from the other condom. I don’t know if Emily wanted to do that, if she was coerced into it or something else but it happened. I guess she swallowed it as she was soon stood up and putting herself back into order. Within seconds they were walking back up the ally from the way they came some 15 mins ago.
I watched the hooker pop the condoms into a bin near door man and move straight to the street, ready for more. Emily was by her side all the way until they reached the door man and we could see man mountain was there. I’d forgotten about him.
Casba must have seen him at exactly the same time as me “Good job she’s been warmed up.” he chuckled.
“What do you mean?” I asked him but it was my turn to not get a reply.
We watch Emily get stopped by the two men. A quick conversation and Emily and man mountain headed off together. Towards his van.
I could just about hear a chorus of whoops and hollers from the other girls. It sounded like they were jeering her on. Emily’s walk said that she was nervous, so I guess this was to try to help her. It worked and whatever they were saying to her as she appeared to straighten up and sway a little more. Man mountain then put his arm around her waist as they neared his van.
Then the side door opened, he helped her up, he followed her in and slide the door closed. I just stared at the van as if I was waiting for something.
Casba then answered my question “I’m sorry. I did genuinely plan for this to happen later at some point, when she was ready.”
“This to happen?” I asked him, turning to him.
“Within the next few minutes if she accepts it, which she pretty much has already, as she’s in his van.” he took a deep breath. “Your wife is about to fuck her first customer.”
I stumbled back a little. I don’t know why I was shocked. It was obvious, really. We’d been heading here very quickly, but it had been black and white really. However was it about to be real.
All I could think about was her safety. “Will she be ok?”
He laughed “He’s a gentle giant, one of my oldest friends.” he put his arm on my shoulder “Did she use the dildo I give you?”
I blushed, dunno why, with all this going on “Yes” I nodded.
“Good, he’s huge everywhere.”
“Oh” was all I could answer. I turned back to the van as if I could see something through the walls.
“I wouldn’t worry about waiting, I expect they’ll be a good half hour or longer. Your x-ray vision wont develop between now and then.” but what else was I suppose to do between now and then?
I sighed, maybe I should go home and pack and leave this mess. I still loved her, very much and my hard cock said something about this was exciting and turned me on. But I didn’t understand it.
I staggered over to the sofa and sat down. Casba sat opposite me “What’s your name anyway?”
I laughed, it sounded bonkers this far in “Chris”
“Well Chris, I’m not usually involved with a husband like this. It’s new to me.” he laughed “I’m not going anywhere till she comes out, wanna make sure my new girl is ok.”
He saw the look of alarm on my face “Not physically, don’t worry, honestly he’ll be ace. In fact there couldn’t be a better person to break her in.” Then almost to himself “Pitty the other bit happened before it, or maybe not.” he sighed then looked at me “I need to make sure she gets it.”
“Get’s it?” yup I was turning into a parrot.
“The first time being paid for sex sometimes, it well, it needs to be re-enforced, it needs to sink in correctly.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, I think I know what he’s talking about. I had to ask “Maybe I should be here to remind her she shouldn’t be doing this.”
He laughed “No problem if you want to. However the rabbit is out of the hat, that happened weeks ago when she first showed an interest. Good luck on putting it back.” he paused a second waiting for me to argue, but I wasn’t going to, I got that bit. “She needs to know that it’s ok.” again a pause for me. “That it’s ok to do what she wants to do. Especially if she enjoys it.”
I didn’t need to hear this or maybe it was that I didn’t want to. “How sure are you that she’s having sex in there?” why’d I ask that?
“For sure, he was very excited to be her first. He has a thing for ladies, not girls and a serious thing for big boobs.” I understood that last bit and smiled a little, I couldn’t help it. I then started to picture that hulk of a man fucking my wife. I shook my head to clear that thought.
“So that’s it, she’s officially a whore right now?” It wasn’t really a question.
“Yes” his answer was instant and clear as a bell.
“Dam it”
“I’ll look after her.” I didn’t doubt that. Somehow that made me feel better. Now was time to get some questions out to understand this setup. What else was I going to do.
“I’d like to understand this a bit more. May I?” He understood and nodded.
“So you have these girls here” I waved my hand behind my head in the direction of the street “and others in hotels?”
“Look I’ll be real if you can take it?” he waited for me, I nodded and he continued “These girls don’t have the class of the others. The others are with politicians, celebrities etc. They need a certain level of skill, sophistication and discreetness.” I nodded again “These girls are more raw and dirty.”
It was weird and I don’t know why but I liked that right now Emily was one of the nasty, girls with not enough class. “And Emily fits here?”
“You saw her earlier, god yes.” he smirked “Only once before have we had a girl that was happy to eat a cream pie” he translated for me, but I already know “cum filled pussy from a hooker. Emily is genuinely special, in that respect.”
“Shouldn’t she have a stage name to protect her or something?”
“Hah, yes. We can do that, but it’s kinda too late. Everyone here knows Emily, there’s a queue of punters booked for tomorrow for her.”
I hadn’t thought about tomorrow “But tomorrow?” he waited for the real question “She wont be back tomorrow.” who was I kidding.
“Yes she will.”
“Oh”
“She’ll be walking the streets at 6pm tomorrow until either she’s had enough or I tell her to stop. That’s how we work it here.”
“But what about her other job, the main one.”
“This doesn’t have to affect that one.” he then raised his eyebrow at me “Unless she wants it to?”
“What does that mean?”
“I know people were she works. People that come here. I can hide her from them, well try to, or I can take control of that.” I couldn’t quite get my head around that. He could see from my face. “If she wants I can set it that she has clients during her work day. It would very likely help her career and possibly even yours.”
Ok, now I understood. I’d not thought of that. Interesting. I’d park that thought for now and come back to it. “What about disease, it seems to be crazy to allow this without condoms.”
He frowned at me clearly a little pissed off “I very clearly tell all my girls to protect themselves and to always use condoms. There’s always a supply of condoms everywhere they go.”
I interuped him “But my..”
He interrupted me back “Some girls choose not to use them.” and he shrugged his shoulders. “Look, there’s a difference, it feels different for both the punter and the girl. If she wants to take the risk, I guess I could tell her to bugger off as I wont be part of it but I don’t think that would be good business. So I let them take ownership of their own life and their decision.”
Geezzz he made it sound like a womans lib thing. Like he was helping them out.
“Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a little crazy when they take the risk but it’s not my body that it’s happening to. I do appreciated them and what they do.” he again shrugged his shoulders again.
There was a pause while I soaked it up. When he’d decided I’d had enough time “It’s the same sort of with pregnancy.”
I raised my eyebrows, it wasn’t really the same at all.
“It’s the girls choice. They all have protection of some sort. Some of them lie that they don’t to tease the punters, the men love it. Sometimes it fails and one of them becomes pregnant, and then they do what they want to do. Sometimes one of them comes along that..” he paused at this thinking of the best way to describe it I guess ” … has a pregnancy fetish and well we’ll see.”
“Ummm” was all I could manage, I shook my head. I knew what he was talking about.
And so did he “Look if I’m honest, if Emily gets knocked up and doesn’t abort it, for a while she’ll be more popular than you can possibly imagine.” he just looked at me deadpan.
There was so much to unpick with that comment. I wasn’t very happy about a lot of that.
“You can picture that can’t you Chris?”
Somehow he was in my head. “Yes”
He smirked, “Well?”
I couldn’t deal with that right now “What about the drugs you gave her?”
He appeared surprised that I was moving on so quickly, or may be it was disappointment. “It was a mix of ecstasy, and some spanish fly thing. It’s not dangerous but some of the girls like it from time to time. That’s all she had.”
The way he said ‘she’ made me wonder “Others do more?”
“Sometimes yes”
“You deal drugs?”
“No”
I didn’t understand, he could tell, and tried to help “Some of the girls like more hardcore things.”
“Ohhh” I sounded a looked worried.
He smiled “It’s ok. I wont work with anyone that puts themselves in danger.”
I showed my naivete “So none of them are hooked on cocaine?”
He laughed at me and I tried again “They don’t use needles?”
He laughed again and leaned forward “So some of them do shoot up, and yes I do provide that if needed.” he read the panic on my face “But it’s only for fun and enjoyment, we don’t want anyone strung out, looking like death or OD’ing on us.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, he chuckled and added “Some are reliant on their fix. That can be fun sometimes.” and he gave me a little evil grin.
I fidgeted in my seat, something about that had my attention. He then asked me “You don’t want Emily to become some coke addict do you?” he was half joking.
“I don’t want her to die or get hurt.” was my pathetic reply.
He pushed me to understand “Wondering what a few more hits of E could do are we?”
We locked eyes but I didn’t respond, he hadn’t hit the button. I didn’t even know what the button was.
He pushed again “Want to watch her snort a line?”
I didn’t shake my head but my lack of reaction spurred him on “Or the ultimate of knowing that she’s taken something directly into a vein?”
I gasped at that, I just couldn’t imagine it. I closed my eyes and instantly saw my Emily in the back of that van outside. Still in her dress, the man mountain was naked with an obscenely huge cock point up. He was putting a needle into her arm and shooting her up. I watched my wife’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she breathed out a deep sigh.
Casba’s chuckle bought me back to the real world. “Are you sure?”.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. I needed to change the subject again “What about the police?”
He smirked at me “Oh they don’t like drugs.”
Smart arse “No I mean the prostitution.”
“Hang on a second I need to be clear on the other thing.” Ok so he wasn’t going to let that go. “Are you really excited to see your wife, to accept a hypodermic needle of cocaine injected into her body?”
I visibly shuddered, I couldn’t help myself.
“Why?” he wanted to know. But I had no idea myself.
“I don’t know …” I felt so bad, so wrong. “It feels so wrong.”
He nodded and moved on, clearly detecting that I was uncomfortable. “Yes she’ll likely get picked up by the police at some point. Every girl here has a criminal record for prostitution.” This felt positively tame compared to everything else that has happened in the last few hours. “It’s part of the course but don’t worry it means nothing. I’ll sort it all out.” and he grinned at me and sat back in his seat.
We continued to waffle a bit more covering his rules, how she would get paid, what the hours worked like and more. I realized that it was nicely distracting me from what was going on outside.
“Will you have sex with Emily?” I had to know. I don’t know why but I had to know.
He shook his head “Nope, not now.” and he sighed “I was actually looking forward to it.” and he smiled. “You know I said no whoring tonight?”
I nodded and he continued “Well I want’ed to enjoy her before she started. I’m a bit particular about a fresh, clean woman.” God he was saying that Emily was now dirty. Wow that made my cock throb. Even a pimp didn’t want to fuck her now. God darn it why did I like that?
He picked up on it “There’s a few girls here that are great fucks that I enjoy but they’re condoms through and though.”
I had to adjust my cock, he very clearly noticed.
“Chris if I may” and he nodded to get my approval, I gave it with a nod “Emily has been a fantastic mother and wife for a long time. She’s a prim and proper wife. What is happening here, right now, is as far from your current normality as you can imagine it. This is why you are finding it so overwhelming and exciting.” He paused and I realised that he was right, so right.
He smiled at me “I get it Chris, don’t worry I’ll look after her for you. It’s in my interest after all.”
***
Maybe 15mins after our chat wrapped up and maybe 45 mins after she’d entered the van I picked up on an applause. It was only subtle. I jumped up and headed to the window. Sure enough there was Emily walking across the road towards her fans.
She certainly had a sort of different walk, her hair was a little messed up, but her dress was in place as before. I noticed that her tights were missing then spotted them in her hand. For someone that was just fucked, she didn’t look to bad, it wasn’t that obvious. I had a vision of her walking more bo’legged due to the action down there, but I guess that was a comedy thing rather than real life. Or maybe, maybe she hadn’t had sex with him. Maybe they just chatted and she took her tights off for whatever.
She’d reached the girls and they were chatting. She then started towards here, I think. Around that time Casba re-appeared smiling. “You be chill, ok?” I nodded, we had an agreement of sorts. I remained standing at the windows, he sat on the sofa opposite the door.
I heard the door and clash downstairs again, for the thousands time since I’d been here. Then the clipping of heels, then the stairs and then she appeared.
“The girls told me I should come and check in with you.” she said very matter-of-factly. She stood in the doorway. Looked at me, smiled and then back at Casba.
He studied her a moment, I thought he was going to ask if she was ok or something but instead “Do you want to go home?”
Her surprise also surprised me “Why? Have I messed up?”
She looked concerned for a few seconds, however even from the side of him I know he smiled at her as she relaxed “Not at all. You’re right you still have a few hours on your shift.”
She nodded and he continued “Do you want to sit down a second?”
She looked at the sofa in front of him and screwed up her face a little. A face I’ve not seen in years, it was very cute. “I don’t think I should.”
He laughed getting it straight away “It’s wipeable, it’s a regular problem in this line of work.”
She smiled back at him. I got it also, but did that mean he had her bareback, oh god. “You took chuck, raw?” he asked.
She bowed her head and didn’t answer. He surprised us both as he quickly snapped “Cut that coy shit out, you know there’s no need for any of that. In fact, spread your legs and show me your cunt right now.”
My god that surprised me, it made me jump. I was even more surprised as her head snapped up straight away. She instantly spread her legs and both hands reached for her skirt hem and lifted it up to show her pussy to us both. Not what I expected, but the fact that she had no knickers on was the first surprise. Even though I knew she didn’t have any on when she went with him, it was still weird to see my wife without them on out in public. Then, I dunno I expected her pussy to look used or something, but it didn’t. It did however look very slick, in fact a lot of that area looked slick and now I looked it was down her inner thighs also. So yes if she had sat, her dress and or the sofa would have been wet.
Standing like that she answer his question “Yes, he came inside me twice.”
“That’s better, no airs and graces here. Got it.”
“Yup” and she nodded.
“Ok relax please.”
And she let go of her dress it moved a little but didn’t cover her pussy really, it was too tight on her. So she stood with her dripping pussy still on display and her legs spread. It was like she was trying to make a statement.
He quickly checked with her “You sure you understand the risks?”
She nodded “Yes, I could get a disease or pregnant.” she almost smirked at that. Gezzz what the hell.
“And you know that you should really always ask for a condom, for your own safety?”
“Yes I understand” and she grinned.
“What’s one of my main rules?” he asked her I think for my benefit. I think a lot of this was for my benefit. She was almost confirming her contract with him and for me to witness it.
“Do whatever the customer wants.” then louder she repeated “Whatever”.
He smiled “Word for word.” she smiled “So your now actually a whore. How’d you feel?” that would have been my first question, well only the how’d you feel bit.
“I’m ashamed and excited and very turned on.” all this time she hadn’t really looked at me and even now she didn’t, it was as if I wasn’t here. She didn’t want to associate me as being here in this new world of her.
“That’ll pass” I wondered which bit, I guess all of it? “Ok get your yourself back down there, you have another two hours of working, whore unless you don’t want to work with me protecting you?”
She didn’t say a word, she just turned and left. He called after her “And clean your cunt up I don’t want complaints that customers can’t feel you etc.” I heard her walking down the stairs. That was it. She properly understood what she was doing, and yet she wanted to carry on. God darn it, why was I proud of her.
He got up and joined me walking to the window. I turned to look out with him. A few moments later we saw my wife Emily, the newest hooker on the block joining her new friends. She adjusted her dress in front of everyone, no shame remember. And then went and stood by the curb next to someone else. They chatted.
We both stood there for a few minutes saying nothing just watching the girls doing whatever. It appeared pretty busy, at least someone going up to door man once every few minutes to transact. I was mainly focused on watching my wife and I suppose it wasn’t a surprise when her first customer walked up to her. I would have loved to have heard the conversation. It was short, they both walked towards door man and a few moments later she was wondering down the ally towards the mattress. One was already occupied, with a couple.
Instead of taking the mattress furthest away she picked the one next to the other couple and laid down on it. She seductively spread her legs showing him everything, said something to him to which he replied. She then exposed her tits to him and he climbed on board, still fully dressed and they stared to kiss. He was an olderman, maybe in his 60s, darker skinned than us, so maybe from asia, white hair and he wasn’t what I’d call fit. I weirdly watched her alternate between kissing her and slobbering all over her tits. She then helped him with his cock, some fumbling around and her eyes popped open as I guess he’d rammed it home. Gezz again she’d not used a condom, I hope he was a regular and safe. They were kissing loads.
Casba “Man she is going to earn so much money for me. Just compare to Jane next to her.”
He was right, though Jane was hot and working hard, it was a different level. I was hard to describe it was more than just the kissing.
I can’t believe I casually dropped this out there, “It’s new and exciting for her.”
He chimed in “Give her a week” and we both laughed. Though I had a feeling we both new it wasn’t likely to be like that. Genuinely, it felt like she was going to really enjoy every second of every minute doing this.
The old man was going nice and slow into Emily, really enjoying himself. It looks like the other couple finished as the man got up and left. Handing his condom to Jane. Emily said something to Jane and they both looked over at the old man and his face, what I could see of him, he appeared to explode in joy. He propped himself up on his arms a bit more and stopped moving his cock. Jane then stood over Emilys head her feet either side, facing the old man. I heard Casba “Gezzeus, fantastic, I’ll have them queuing down the street once word gets out about this sort of thing.”
The old man then started to slowly thrust in and out as Jane lowered herself down over Emilys face. Jane’s pussy had clearly made contact with my wifes tongue as her face lit up. The old man started to speed up. Jane started to sway and jiggle, clearly also enjoying herself. My wife was doing a great job making two people very happy.
A few moments more of this and the old man stopped and I guess filled Emily up. Jane soon stood back up also. The old man leaning forward and kissing Emily deeply, clearly enjoying Janes pussy juices over her face. He then stood up, dressed himself and left, after saying something to Emily and Jane. Jane helped Emily up, she sorted her dress and they started to wander back to the street hand in hand. Emily stopped half way back, reached under her dress and I guess scooped some jizz from her leaking cunt and licked it all up. Jane slapped her arm and they laughed at something Jane said. Emily then did it again and they moved on. Back at the street ready for whatever was next.
I sighed and smiled, for some reason.
“I’d suggest that you leave, I’ll get her dropped back when she’s done.” I nodded. “I promise to keep her safe and will look after her.”
I then weirdly said “Thank you”
He smiled at me “I’ve never offered this before but you can come back here to watch any time you want.”
I nodded “Cheers” and I wandered out of the room, down the stairs, through the corridor and the glass door. I wanted to go to Emily to say bye and give her a kiss but I felt like that would be weird and yer it would have been. I turned to the street and saw her, we made eye contact and she smiled at me. I smiled back, turned and headed to the car.
I wasn’t down-hearted, I was just confused as just like that I was now officially married to a whore.