My Ex After the Drive In Pt. 04

I sat by her head and said, "Well, I'm finished." I wanted the whole idea of this being work and being paid for and used to ring through her head.

She softly responded with a simple ok. I guess there are no words to say after your customer told you he was through with you. With that, I unleashed her from the collar and untied her from the bed.

After that, I just said, "I'll see you around. Pick up your money and close the door when you leave". I got up and remembered the tip she was given "You know, you really earned more money than what you got today. You deserve more. Here!" I took the fifty my neighbor gave me, rolled it up, and pushed it deep in her pussy. She gasped and simply squeak out a thank you.

I then left the room, closed the door, with my paid for woman left in a heap. She wasn't my wife at that point; she was just something I rented for the night, and now, me, her customer, was finished with his purchase. Now she wasn't going anywhere. We were at our home. But the idea of telling her she wasn't at her place and basically tossed out like rubbish made the whole night that much more real. Heck, if she wanted to be a real call girl, then she needed to get use to this type of treatment -- she already said she'll sell herself for our rent!

I went to the liquor cabinet, poured myself a scotch and put on TV. I took the money out of my pocket, and just then truly realized what I had done. I had pimped out my wife -- for real. Some guy paid me to use my wife -- and that idea of playing the paid call girl really got her off. And I arranged the whole thing, and I orchestrated every exchange of sex for money. My wife was paid to have sex. That thought started to make me sick.

I had no idea what was going to happen next. For all I knew, she would get a knife and kill me for treating her like that. And I could never tell the selling her part. I waited to see what was going to happen. I watched the bedroom door. Nothing. I wondered if I should go I, but then I heard moving in the bedroom. She was moving off the bed, but she didn't come out. I heard rustling and then realized was picking up her money. She was taking her earnings, and completed her work for the night!!

I heard her move toward the door, and I braced for the storm to come. I looked, and the door started to open, This was it. She slowly poked her head out, but not with the look of hate I expected. It was slight smile, almost coquettish, and she gave me a little wave.

She started to emerge, and I couldn't believe what was in front of me, She still had the twenty stuck to her face, and the fifty sticking out of her pussy. She held onto the door jam and leaned, spun a bit, and I saw that cum covered back ass. Standing up, she was a beautiful mess. Cum stains all over. The brand new stockings and garters were twisted and clearly ruined. Her hair was a mess. Her face was sticky and full of cum, except for the twenty and the place the blindfold covered. Looking at her now, it was the reverse of what my neighbor thought: How could this fuck toy ever be a high school English teacher? How could this bad girl had ever been a good girl?

I looked and said, "Well, have a tough day at work?

She walked toward me and responded: " Yea, I spent all of it on my back". Then reached in and French kissed me. I pulled back a bit, but it was my fault she had so much cum taste in her mouth. It was the least I could given what I had done -- so I responded to her kiss.

It didn't seem she was mad. I looked and decided to continue as she was a working girl: "So, how was business today? Make a lot?

She pulled a bunch of twenties form her hand. "I made about 500 dollars. Not a bad day's work!"

"What are you going to do with that?

"I don't know. Maybe buy new clothes?"

"What are you going to tell your co-workers? How did you get the extra money?"

She just said, "" I had a second job?"

"Oh yeah", I said, "A job doing what?

She smiled and said "using my best assets!" She laughed a bit. It made me briefly think she could do this as a full time profession -- and I got hard as a rock with that idea of her getting paid by a group of men to use her like sex toy.

Then she looked at me and said, "Did you have a good time? I never want my customers to be disappointed" Jesus!! She wasn't mad. She was being the paid for girl-- and I really didn't think it was a game anymore!.

I thought about the entire day as well as the two hundred in my pocket, and said, "Yeah, best money I've ever spent". I used the line my neighbor said -- and that made me stop. I took a breath and decided to shift into pimp mode. "But you know, as the head of this little brothel, I deserve some of your earnings!

She looked at me, and realized I was still in the game as well, she simply said, "I'll give you a blow job for free. That work?"

I said fine. She got down on her knees, and I looked at her as she opened her moth and slid down on my cock. She looked like she just worked a party full of men, and I was the last one to leave. The bangs of her hair were so cum covered, it almost looked like she was grey instead of brunette. In her sucking, it wasn't the usual great enthusiastic blow job she usually did. It seemed she was doing it by rote, like it was all in a day's work. She was just blowing another john. I decided to continue the paid girl talk.

"You working tomorrow? I bet you have a lot of customers."

She stopped blowing me but never picked her head up to look at me " No, I made enough today. But on Sunday I have a party to work. Fifteen guys watching football. She sucked my cock again. "I'm going to be a nude waitress for them and then their halftime fuck toy?".

Christ, she was coming up with things I never dreamed she would think. The idea she could be a call girl was becoming more real.

She went back to sucking and I said, "Sounds like a busy day."

"Yeah, it's all in a day's work, When you're a call girl, you have to earn it while you're young!" And she went back down on my cock.

That was it. The fact she was imagining herself as a working girl and had an event planned out was too much. I came in her mouth, and she dribbled some out. She licked her lips, and said, "Well, thanks for the evening. Glad you got your money's worth. Any time you need a girl for the evening, you know who to call". She got up, turned around, and that great cum covered ass moved and went to the bathroom.

I sat there, unbelieving what I heard and wondering if we could ever go back to our normal life. Did she actually want to be a hooker? Would she fuck our neighbor or landlord to help with the rent? I waited a few seconds, and then went to the bathroom door and stood there. I heard the bath running and waited.

I then heard her say "Oh wow.' The same thing she said the morning after with Jimmy. Then she continued, "You really are a good looking whore! You know guys would pay to be with you!."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wasn't playing any more, she was becoming that call girl. She then said, "I can do this!. I could really be a call girl! We start with the guy downstairs and work my way up. Make some great money on the side for what I like to do for a change! The teacher by day and hooker by night! And nobody would know except me!" She then turned off the bath faucets and I walked into the other room.

I sat down, and realized we had opened Pandora's box as wide as you could. And I wondered how we could even slightly close it.

I didn't sleep at all that night. I didn't even go to the bedroom. Stayed in the living room and just thought about the whole last day.

I finally got up and made some coffee, and really thought what was about to come. We would have to talk. Not just top line talk, but about our relationship and what we really wanted. The night before was something we never considered, and it opened doors we never thought possible.

I sat and thought about what happened. I was almost trembling thinking about it. How could I have done what I did? How could she have done what she did? It's not like we talked about something like this; we always kind of fell into these types of sexual situations. Did we really want to fall into this?

I was mad at both of us. I was mad at me for going to depths I didn't know I had. How much did I want to control someone so much that I would come on her like she was an object? To really sell her to men and encourage her to egg them on? To walk her like a dog? To just throw money at her and get her to perform sex acts? I was disgusted on how far I had sunk.

On the same level, I thought about how far she had sank and I was equally disgusted and confused by her actions. Agreeing to more and more sex acts, and only if she got money. The higher the amount got, the more debased she would go and be treated. The final line was her willingness to be gangbanged for money, and saying she want to be a paid party girl, and worse, willing to trade her body for rent money or fuck our 40 year old neighbor for cash! She even pleaded to let me let her do it! Her thought in the bathroom that she really wanted to do his as a career. I shook my head and realized we were in this together, and we needed to get out of this together.

My hands were trembling. I went to the liquor cabinet, grabbed the bottle of Irish whiskey to add a shot to my coffee, but then I stopped. If we were going to get through this, liquor couldn't be part of the answer.

I sat down and thought of what really happened. Really, it was a lot of firsts, For her, it was an entire litany of firsts. First time wearing sexy underwear, first time wearing it under her work clothes, first time masturbating at work, first time appearing almost naked in our window, first time stripping, first time fucking a bottle, first time wearing a leash and collar and being walked like a dog, first time tied, first time wearing a ball gag, first time wearing a blindfold, first time using sex toys, first time with one up in her ass, first time spanked until her cheeks were beet red, and first time being painted with cum like a bachelor party worker. And the biggest first she didn't know about -- first time being sold to another man for money.

I heard the shower turn off and realized it wouldn't be long. She did the same thing as we did when it happened at the drive in: She came out as the innocent in the white robe, cute clean face and the Dorothy Hamill haircut.

She came in, just sat down, and said quietly, "We need to talk."

I said, "I know."

She started. "First, I want you to know I actually liked a lot of what we did yesterday. But I don't want to do that again. It just went too far. We went to place I don't want to go again."

You could say that again. I replied, "I'm sorry. It's my fault for getting us in that position."

"It wasn't just you. I'm equally at fault. I could have stopped it at any time. I was just enjoying each phase and when we moved on, it seemed ok. I have to hand it you. You planned each part perfectly. If you had done things differently, I probably would have put an end to it.

"What do you mean?"

"The whole wearing of underwear for one thing, It was an easy thing to do, and I knew it would be exciting. No one would know or expect it from us. If you had told me to not wear underwear to work, I would have said no and hung up the phone."

"Anything else?"

"Yes. If you had brought out a camera at any time, that would have ended it. If you told me to leave the windows open all day and be naked in front of it, that would have ended it. But you didn't. It was just a little at a time, and it was fun to go step by step. It was really exciting.

"What about later?"

"Later was the same thing. The stripping seemed perfectly in line in what we were doing. And I have to yell you, it was really fun. We'll have to that again" I smiled -- glad we could be doing that!

"But nothing ever got of control. Even wearing the dog collar and leash, You didn't go nuts with it. If you had said to roll over and do tricks, that would have ended it. I have to say, you planned it well."

"Ok, but what about the rest of the night?"

"By that point I was into it. I was committed in my mind to be the best little whore I could. I was excited, ready for anything you would throw at me. Going from handing me money to throwing money at me made me feel we were heading into really hot times. I loved the whole idea of being paid for sex -- such a bad girl thing to do. I was just going from one stage to another. And you even knew when to increase the intensity when to back off. I don't know if you had all those moments planned out, but they worked. To keep me in and wanting to do more. The idea of eating me out slowed things down and gave me a chance to recharge a bit."

I took a breath. "Ok, what about you saying you wanted to be a full time call girl. Was that all in the heat of the moment, or did you really mean it?'

She paused. I thought that wasn't a good sign. "At those moments last night, yes, I wanted to do. In fact, when I went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and really liked what is saw. A good girl who could make a room of men go wild. Someone who could use their body for money whenever they wanted. In the shower, I imagined me working a party, and all those men paying for the right to use me any way they wanted. I even liked the idea of having sex with the guy downstairs to get started in a new career!"

I gulped. Was she really serous?

She continued. " The real idea I could do that made me spin. I could see myself kneeling in front of bunch of guys, crawling from one dick to the next. I would suck two dicks at a time. I'd have one is my pussy and one in my ass. I would have cum drop off my face as I got passed around from one guy to the next. Or even screwing one guy for the rent -- that simple idea of walking naked down the stairs to give myself to him. That turned me on so much! It made me so hot just thinking that I fucked myself with the bottle of shampoo."

She paused and then said. "When I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror. A complete transformation. No cum, just a clean face."

"And that's when you changed your mind.."

"That's when I thought I could really do it and make really big bucks! I saw this cute little teacher -- and that will fill all any guys' fantasies. Imagine someone like your high school teacher -- and now you had the chance to fuck her brains out. To cum all over her and pass her to the next guy. When I went to bed, I resolved to tell you this morning I wanted us to investigate me performing at bachelor parties. Or, become part of an escort service where I could be someone's Friday night girl -- like our neighbor or even the landlord. This way, I could continue to teach during the week and be a call girl on the weekend. Keep the double life going and no one would be the wiser!"

My jaw dropped. "Wait! Are you saying you want to do that! You really want to be call girl?

"No", she quickly said, "I don't want that."

"Then what changed your mind".

"I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night. I looked over to your side of the bed and you were gone. My first thought was that customers don't spend the night with their hookers; they go home to their wives. I thought you didn't want to spend the night with the hooker you just finished with. Then I realized I was a wife, not a whore."

I let out a huge sigh of relief. "That's good to hear. You had me really thinking you wanted to be a professional call girl".

"While I was doing all those things, yes, yes I did. And the more I did things throughout the night, the more I liked it and really felt I could be a very successful call girl"

We passed the idea of her changing her career from High School English teacher to call girl, but I wanted to find out her feelings during the entire event..

This the last part of that morning. There are things that followed that night and the next few days days, and I'll post that shortly. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

I felt we were at a decent place, and now wanted to see what she liked, didn't, and most important, what turned the switch from a husband and wife playing to someone who was turning tricks or working a party.

"What things really got you there?" I worded that wrong, because she looked at me with one of those why did you say that looks my ex was known. Still, she answered.

"It actually was the way you laid things out."

How so?

"It seemed to me that I was working for a variety of different customers. And as the night went out, the men changed their attitudes and that made me think I was being passed from guy to guy, and my mind starting going that way"

"Different guys?"

"Yea. The underwear and masturbating at work, that was you. It was a husband and wife playing a game. The walking in underwear and appearing in the window was for another guy who had a fetish. I saw him, did my job, and he went away. And that handing me the money directly started to make this whole thing more real -- and then stripping and fucking the bottle was for another guy. It wasn't you, it was the third guy of the day who paid for me.

"How about later?"

"Later things escalated. The dog collar and leash was another guy. It was someone who just wanted to dominate me -- and when I was walked into the bedroom, it felt like he was the leader. The guy who purchased me for his friends. When I was being tied, I thought, This is it. Here's my first night being fucked by other men for money! And then three more guys got into it. Three more men who wanted to use me and pay for my services. Throw in a fourth when you fucked my mouth and came on my face. Talking to them made it seem like I was in control, and scheduling new meetings with customers and their friends made me feel like I could do this for real."

'But the biggest change happened when you left me alone with the two dildos in pussy and ass. It was like the other guys were done with me, and left me to be used by the other guys. I was thinking all my holes were filled, and that really excited me. I actually started to talk to them, telling them to fuck me and use me up. Seeing if they wanted to pay more. I was getting off on the idea I was being used and they wanted me for other times.

"Add to that you left the door open and went outside. It was like more people were coming in to fuck me. I kept on hoping you were actually bringing more people. Real people, not dildos! I would have fucked them right here, no matter how many you brought. And they would pay me to suck and fuck them! I really wanted to have live bodies versus the dildos, and that made me want to be a hooker even more!"

I looked at her, trying not to stare or look like I was disappointed or shocked. She continued, "That guys were coming and going got reinforced when you took the dildos out of me and it seemed another guy was there, just using his hands. And then another guy came and ate me out. That felt different because we went backwards, we didn't go further in guys screwing me. It gave me a chance to catch my breath. But it was the next guy that really changed things."

"How so?'

"I know it was you, but sucking the next one off wasn't sucking. I wasn't moving my head, my mouth was just open and the dick was pushing in and out. My mouth was a hole. And that really excited me -- that I could get someone off by simply opening my mouth!"

"But that was a bit degrading. And I liked that to. The idea of not even being a person, just an object was turning me on. And that made me think If I could stand the degradation part, I could do anything. But that last one"

"The spanking?" I wanted to see what she felt about that?

"Yea, it seemed that the whole thing was simply dominate and degrade. Being called a bitch. That I was owned by someone. That I really was just someone's piece of property. And that thought made me come while I was being spanked. All the spanking, and then the fucking. And all that talk about being used at parties made me crazy. I really wanted it, and then thought about much I could make just made me nuts! I could see myself as the center of it. Having teacher friends come on me, and pay me for that privilege!. That they would have the best sex of their lives, then go home to their frigid little wives. That was such a wicked thought, but knew I could do just that!!