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Click hereMy arms were stretched over my head as I finished hanging the last sheet of drywall. Another step closer to the end of the two year process of renovating our first house, it was hard to conceal my sense of pride at turning a worthless wreck into the nicest place on the block. But as soon as I heard the garage door starting to open, I felt that familiar pang of panic.
I smelled gross. It was better to be scolded for leaving a mess than being caught un-bathed. In seconds, I stripped naked and had my clothes in the washer, my body getting cleaned in the shower.
Whitney made it clear at the beginning she wanted a totally submissive pretty boy. Submissive to the point of me taking cock but I was a college wrestler for goodness sake, and a damn good one at that.
We met in our freshman year. We kept seeing each other around the gym. She captained the field hockey team and I led the 125 pound weight class. Always having plenty of confidence, I wasted no time making her my girl. Though she was as rough as a linebacker and strong as one too, no girl in school got more stares from the guys.
She was statuesque, brawny and beautiful. Her nickname was Xena.
The first time we messed around together she kept saying that she bet that I knew my way around a man's body from all my time on the mat. Our sex resembled a fistfight more than a romantic encounter as she used her superior height and weight to try to subdue me but I was much too fast for her.
Whitney loved the challenge of trying to outmatch me at everything but she could be as sweet and caring as my mom. That's how we ended up with Cindy on our doorstep and me with a cock in my ass.
My wife and Cindy grew up next door to each other and were best friends. At 17, Cindy got knocked up and married to a low life loser that never had a job. By the time we graduated, she had three kids, two jobs and a horrible life.
"Shut off the shower and get out here," Whitney said as she walked into the bathroom that Sunday. This was hell week, the seven days before her period, and this was not a good start.
"Sorry about the mess," I said glad that there was a towel on the rack next to me. "As soon as I dry off..."
"No, Alex, don't worry about it," she said in a friendlier tone after she opened the door. "I'll forget the whole thing if you agree to the Halloween costumes."
"I'll head downstairs and start cleaning," I said.
"Come on, you big pussy, why not dress up like witches for the Halloween party?" Whitney asked as I stepped out and tried to towel off. "Thousands of guys dress in drag with their wives. It's no big deal."
"For the millionth time, I don't like dudes. You've inundated me with cock. You leave pictures of cock all over the place and dog me constantly. I can't open a text from you without fear," I said. "You keep turning all my fucking underwear pink and buy this skimpy stuff. I'm not wearing women's clothes, Whitney. Get over it."
Whitney pulled the towel out of my hands and snapped me on back of the leg. "Look at you," she said. "Trying to be all manly, how about I put you in a headlock? I can make you do whatever I want, but it is more fun if you give in."
I stood in the corner with my hand covering my sack averting my eyes until she backed away.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a wad," she said. "I really came up to talk to you about Cindy."
"Can I get dressed?"
"Why?" she asked then pulled away my arm. "I love to look at your little cock. Every time I see your cute hairless body I want to kiss your mom for those laser treatments. All that crap about making you a better wrestler."
"It's true," I defended. "Once I got sweaty, it made me harder to grab."
"Stop it," she said. "All that fag talk is getting me hot. Come spoil me while I explain what's going on. It's serious."
I have to admit that I humored Whitney by converting part of the upstairs into a salon with a full blown pedicure spa lounger. We had everything to give her massages, facials, and even style her hair. All it took was for her to strip out of her t-shirt and shorts for me to remember why. My cock immediately stood at attention.
"Gee that happens to every boy I get naked in front of," she said then stared until I couldn't hold back looking defeated. "Just joking." She put on her smock and I got to work.
"What disaster has befallen Cindy this time?" I asked as I sat massaging lotion into Whitney's feet while waiting for the water to come up to temperature. It was nothing against Cindy, I loved her. She was one of my few tethers to the outside world. Whitney had me so busy around the house I rarely got out to see anyone. But Cindy's life was scraping along bottom going from one disaster to the next.
"About a week ago, a regional boss for QuickMart visited during her midnight shift," Whitney said. "They hit it off and he plain asked her to meet him at the hotel."
"She cheated on Jeff?" I asked before placing my wife's feet into the water.
"Not exactly," Whitney answered. She laid her head back to let me know she wanted me to get the facial mask. "He offered her $200. She kept saying 'no' until he got up to $500."
I kept quiet preparing the mask and cutting up a cucumber.
"That's mean," Whitney said. "Cindy always had a great body and with your help, she could learn to do make-up and her hair. You could be her trainer."
"Why am I involved? So she's a...a call girl now?"
The whole thing sounded suspicious. Whitney was being far too casual about her best friend turning into a hooker. Besides, I didn't have time for yet another chore.
While I applied the mask Whitney explained that the guy didn't make it out to be something bad. He kept telling Cindy he lived a life on the road and was lonely all the time. He wanted to be with a good person. If he'd been dating her he'd spend money so this was no different. It took Cindy twenty minutes to make the same money as she makes in two weeks risking her life on midnight shift. "...And the guy got her off. She said it was the first time that happened in a long time."
"It's still cheating," I said to nix any chance of the idea working its way into our home. Whitney constantly hinted about wanting to have boyfriends.
"She told Jeff and he's all for it," Whitney said. "It's not like she's got lots of other ways to make that kind of money. Wouldn't it be great if she could have a little fun a few hours a week and spend the rest of her time raising her kids?"
"Jeff is such a turd," I said as I dried off Whitney's feet and got to work on her pedicure.
"He's a man," Whitney said. "Not like you."
"What?"
"Stop it. You know what I mean. Are you telling me you want to be some asshole that lays around on the couch? Are you going to start peeing standing up and not do all the cleaning any more? Should I go out and start sucking cocks because you quit your job?"
"No, of course not," I said.
"Sweetheart," she said. "Be sure to clean up my bush. Make it a heart shape again like yours."
"Mine isn't a heart shape."
"Not yet," she said.
***
The next morning Whitney went in early to go for a run with her boss, Chad. I was doing my morning chores when the doorbell rang.
"Do you hate me?" Cindy asked head down facing away from our front door. She was only twenty three but it was a stretch to say she looked thirty. The curly perm in her strawberry blond hair, her abuse of the tanning bed, the chain smoking between pregnancies didn't help, but the stress of the kids and a useless husband overwhelmed any of that damage.
"I love you and the kids, Cindy," I said.
That was my problem. I was too soft hearted. I hated for anyone, especially a woman to be unhappy. It thrilled me more than anything to please someone.
After begging off coffee, she headed upstairs to the salon. "This is going to take a ton of work. You're sure you have the time?"
"Whatever you need," I said. "I'm almost finished with the renovations and medical transcription can be done at any time day or night right from my computer."
"So I can use the computer here?" she asked. "I don't want the kids stumbling on anything or Jeff."
"What do you need the computer for?" I asked.
"Whitney didn't tell you about the plan? I'm going to sign-up to escort sites and Craigslist. She said you would do all the chatting to figure out if the guy is like Delmar. You know a decent guy that just wants a little comfort."
As soon as she felt my continued resistance, Cindy began to tear up.
"It's fine. It's really ok," I said. "We'll be a team."
"You mean it?" she asked. When I nodded she said, "I need a makeover to put up some pictures."
It wasn't like Cindy was horrible looking or that a few weeks without cigarettes, tanning, and eating junk food wouldn't fix things as long as she worked out and did her makeup, but she needed pictures that afternoon. Cindy was smaller like me. I couldn't use Whitney's pictures.
For the next two hours I shaved Cindy's armpits and leg hair and needed a chainsaw to clean up her pubes. It took a while to figure out how to cover freckles but Cindy ended up giving me a boner. She had super nice tits with opaque nipples. It was mainly her hips and stomach that needed attention.
We were having a great time. Obviously, Cindy was making me do stuff that she could easily have done but she was nice about it. Whitney wanted to hold my nose under water in a dog dish and have me ask for more humiliation. It really hurt me to see Cindy's expression when she saw the pictures showing her butt.
"You can't post these," she said looking in the mirror at my backside. I stopped smiling. Her look boiled a suspicion coming up in me all morning.
"Did you really sleep with Delmar?" I asked. "Did Whitney put you up to this?"
"Alex, the bank's taking my house in twenty days unless I come up with enough money to show them I can pay them off," she said as she stepped out of the pink panties covered in hearts. "I'll paint your toenails red and take the picture. I'll beg you if that's what you want. I'll do anything for my babies."
After five years of resisting, those panties might as well have been a rattlesnake. I'd withstood a withering blizzard of berating to the point it seemed like my whole life hinged on not giving in. Then the image of Cindy's three kids going without food put things in perspective.
My wrestler's mentality took over. It was so stupid. It was three ounces of cotton. I just needed to suck it up and do it.
My heart raced as I put my foot into the leg hole. The material caused tingling up my thighs as I pulled them into place. One glance over my shoulder and it was clear I had an ass guys wanted to fuck. Wrestling kept my waist narrow and the squats gave me a round butt that looked even bigger in the panties and the pose.
"This is embarrassing," she said as we stared at her profile. "Your ass looks so good I doubt I can catch up to a butt like that in a few weeks."
In less than a minute posted on the site, the messenger windows burst out all over my computer screen, nearly all the comments were about the butt picture. It had been so long since I'd gotten any recognition, I basked in it. Of course every guy out there would deny liking comments from other guys, they all know different.
"I've got to go Alex," she said. "Jeff starts playing that warcraft game online in fifteen minutes. He'll leave the kids to starve."
We both knew she was sticking me with all the work. The alarms chimed as more guys tried to start a conversation. They had a million questions. "Do you go around the world? Do you do ATM? Do you like golden showers?"
"How do I answer these questions?" I asked. "How much do I charge for this stuff? I don't even know what it is."
"Just agree to things you'd agree to," she said. "And charge as much as they'll pay. Maybe I'll go a little wild at first to catch up my bills. After that I just want to have a few regulars to make enough that I can quit working and be with the kids."
The initial plan was to answer a few questions then head downstairs for lunch. But there were so many guys hitting me up and it was fun interacting with the outside world. The sexual play got me tingling.
Hours passed with me sitting in panties with red painted toe nails chatting with guys telling them I wanted to suck their cocks and fuck them. I even agreed to think about being spit roasted. My sexual experience began and ended with Whitney and our fairly normal sex life. By five thirty I knew more than I ever wanted to know about perversion.
"Hi, Alex," Whitney said as she entered my office. "Cindy was crying on the phone she was so happy."
I kept chatting with Chuck waiting for her to make fun of my panties and toes. When she didn't say anything, I asked, "Does Cindy have anything against fucking a black guy?"
"Do you?" my wife asked. "She said she told you to just do what you'd do."
"I didn't care what color they were when I was wrestling," I said between messages with Chuck where I let him know I adored big cocks. "Aren't you going to say anything about my picture or the panties? I know Cindy had to tell you."
"Yeah," she said. "I'm going to say you've never looked more like a stud to me. You manned up and helped my best friend. I couldn't love you more."
I shot a suspicious glance in her direction but her expression was as sincere as her voice. It took all the anger out of me. Why did I have to be so competitive all the time? It made us both more successful in some respects, but what the fuck, panties actually felt better than my damn underwear. Was it so damn important to win that I'd mess things up with Whitney?
"You were right about the underwear," I said. "These are pretty comfortable."
"Have you booked any clients yet?" Whitney asked.
"This is going to be a long process," I said. "Nearly all of these guys are bullshitters trying to scam free pussy. Of course, they claim to have monster cocks and talented tongues."
"...Any decent guys?"
"Remember English Lit? Professor Goodman?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure he's one of the people responding to the Craigslist add."
It was after midnight by the time I turned off the computer and stumbled into the bedroom. Whitney refused to allow me into bed without a shower. While drying off I noticed a pair of her pajama shorts on the counter.
"They're bamboo," she whispered as I got under the covers. "Panties are too confining for bed."
Whitney scrunched down under the sheets and went straight for my cock. She'd never even hinted that she might blow me. The softness, moistness and warmth of her mouth almost caused me to unload the instant I felt it. She engulfed cock and balls all at once.
"Oh god, Whitney, it's going to make me cum," I warned knowing that she'd freak out if I shot off in her mouth.
"Hold back for me baby," she said. "I want to taste you. You taste so good to me."
My toes were curled, my fingers gripping the sheets as she bathed my cock in her mouth. She sucked me to the edge of cumming then left off and said, "Thirty." It was the beginning of a countdown that continued until my body involuntarily convulsed. She'd suck me to cumming then continue the count.
After the last count, Whitney grabbed my ass cheeks and held my cock in her mouth as I unloaded a torrent of cum so hard it made me lose my mind. I screamed out for her to let me go but she held me until I settled.
The next thing I remembered was the salty taste of her lips on mine and kissing my beautiful wife and the wetness in her mouth. The briny taste of my cum and the thought of us doing something so nasty got me hard again and Whitney sat down on me and fucked me and kissed me.
I sucked the last of the cum out of her mouth as I put a load in her pussy. She'd been begging me for years to eat her to orgasm right after I got off. I scooted down the bed and let her ride my face as I tongued her clean. She pulled my hair throughout the most violent orgasm she ever had then rolled over and cuddled my face between her legs until she fell asleep. She fucked me twice more and had me eat the loads throughout the night.
Chapter 2
"I'm the one that worked the midnight shift," Cindy said at five thirty the next morning. "Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, fine," I said, "ready to start your workout?"
She wanted to know all about the responses to the ads but I insisted we start with yoga. Cindy noticed my toes still painted and me wearing the capri yoga pants I'd refused to wear for three years.
Though we'd known each other for years, Cindy and I never spent time alone. That morning, we got comfortable together as I helped her into her yoga poses. As the morning progressed, I watched her closely trying to learn her body movements and her expressions. I was trying to get into character for chatting that day. By the end of the fifty minute session, I could mimic the things she did enough to understand her a little better.
"Where are my cigarettes?" she asked after wiping the sweat from her face. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought."
"Come on, let's get on the spin bikes and ride. I want to talk to you about the type of guy you want."
"You know," she said as she stepped up on the bike. "At first, I just wanted the money, but now I'm going to cheat. I'm going to make money and enjoy myself. If I've got to do all the work, I should get some kind of reward."
I handed her a bunch of profile printouts and helped her get her bike properly adjusted.
"Wow, Alex, you must have spent the whole day on line. And some of these chat sessions are pretty hot. You're kind of a little slut."
As soon as she said slut, my cock poked out the material of my capris. "It got out of hand at first," I said. "There's a certain type of guy..."
"...The shit talkers," Cindy interrupted. "You'd have three kids and Jeff sitting on your couch too. I should be with a sweet guy like you but I opened my legs for the shit talkers."
It was difficult to ride the bike. The front of my capris were going to soak through with pre-cum. Cindy upset me a little with her comments. She was treating me like girlfriend. I wanted to defend myself.
"Go back to the first four or five," I said. "Those are all the stable but lonely guys. They know how to treat a lady. I like those kind of guys the best."
Cindy bit down on her lip to keep from smiling after a quick glance in my direction.
"You know what I mean," I said. Even my arms were blushing.
"Tell me you didn't like being played. That you didn't feel the rush of the chance to ride the wild stallion and see if you could domesticate him," Cindy teased. "Be honest. I'm being honest with you."
"You read the chats," I said not able to turn in her direction but still able to see her reaction in the wall of mirrors in front of us. "You read how it got out of hand. I can see how those guys got a lot of pussy in college."
"We better stick with the nice guys," Cindy said. "We don't want to end up getting knocked up trying to lasso one in."
Between our sprints we talked about her availability and who we planned to target and where they would meet. We agreed to weed out the lurkers and the liars by making them show up at a coffee shop so I could check them out. We wanted papers proving they were STD free. There were so many interested guys that she could afford to be picky.
"It should be the other way around. I should be your pimp," Cindy said as she stepped off of the bike at the end of the fifty minute work out. "Eighty percent of the comments are about your tiny waist and sweet little ass."
"Cindy, quit playing around."
"You soaked the front of your capris," she said. "And that ain't sweat. You've got the tent pole to prove it."
"It's all the sex talk. It's not like I like guys or something. Let me get the showers going. Whitney is going to be awake in five minutes."