FIFTY DOLLARS FUCK

Sitting across from me, Paul commented about his 
willingness to pay one of the cheerleaders we'd seen 
interviewed on ESPN, if she'd show him her pussy.

"I'd just like to see it... you know?"

He said they were all cute and looked sexy and all, but 
he always wondered if their pussies were shaved. He 
then went on explaining the differences in the 
appearance and functionality of women's pussies. 

Finally my wife Kim interrupted him by asking how much 
he'd pay to she one of the cheerleaders expose their 
pussy. 

He said $20, but Kim said it was worth $50. "You can 
get laid for $50 most places," Kim suggested, "but the 
cheerleaders aren't whores, and $50 was pretty good 
cash just to flash their pussy even for a good girl."

Then my wife smiled and said in a sweet innocent voice, 
"So how much would you pay to see mine?"

I didn't say anything, I just sat there, stunned and 
amused by the course the talk had taken. I like to tell 
Kim what a pretty pussy she has because I really do 
think she has a great looking pussy. Her slit is rather 
petite, and her outer lips are chubby and kept smooth-
shaven, and I keep the dark blond triangle of curls 
that frame it trimmed short. Her peaches and cream 
complextion just adds to the effect of a perfect pussy.

Everything was sort of time delayed for me. Everything 
I heard took quite a few seconds to actually achieve 
meaning for me, so by the time my brain truly 
understood she was talking about showing him her pussy, 
my Paul was telling my wife she was hot but not a 
cheerleader, so he wasn't sure he'd pay $50 to see her 
pussy.

"I can't exactly brag about having seen your pussy down 
at the bar to a bunch of guys who don't know who you 
are," he said, looking at me. I just looked back at 
him. 

I remember feeling like I wasn't really there, like I 
was watching a movie. Suddenly, Kim stood up, 
unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down her legs. She 
kicked them off, sending them flying at the couch where 
Paul sat and stood there in her sweater and panties 
with her legs spread a comfortable distance apart. The 
panties were small and all white and fit her very 
snugly there. From the top, stray curls of blonde pussy 
hair peeked out, and the thin fabric revealed not only 
the rise of her mound, but also hinted at the pursed 
lips of her chubby pussy! Kim hooked her fingers in the 
elastic of her panties and pulled them up even tighter 
against her sex, teasing him.

"You sure you wouldn't give me $50 to take these off?"

"You're kidding, right?" Paul asked, again looking at 
me, but I didn't even look at him. I was staring at my 
wife's crotch, trying to figure out why she was 
standing there, in front of my friend in her panties, 
and why I wasn't stopping her.

"There's only one way to find out," Kim said.

Paul and I had been sitting around, watching basketball 
and drinking too much. My wife, Kim, occasionally 
wandered in and stayed for a while. Not so much to 
watch the game, but to see how drunk I was getting. 
She'd been getting on me about my drinking and warned 
me not to get trashed, but I was pretty gone. I don't 
even remember who was playing, or which of the two 
teams I was cheering-I just remember taking shots every 
time they fouled, every time they missed a shot, and 
two for missing a three-pointer. Paul wasn't half as 
shot as I was and had more than one reason to enjoy my 
state!

Paul pulled out his wallet and laid two twenties and 
two fives on the coffee table, while smirking at Kim. I 
tell Kim all the time what a sexy pussy she has. Paul's 
right -- not all pussies are cute pussies. Kim and I 
had gone so far as to show off her pussy at the mall 
doing the cliche 'wear no panties at the shoe store' 
thing. We always had great sex for days after letting 
some other guys get a peek at her preened pussy.

"Well," Kim said to me, "let's see if Paul thinks my 
pussy is as cute as you do."

Kim walked up to Paul and stood right in front of him. 
He sat up on the couch, which brought him face to 
crotch with my wife.

"Go ahead, take them off... you paid for it," Kim said 
in a husky voice. 

Stunned, I watched Paul hook his fingers in the sides 
of my wife's panties and slowly slide them down her 
bare thighs until they fell to her feet and her blonde 
framed pussy was naked and in his face.

"You have two minutes, Paul, do you want me to pose for 
you?"

Paul just nodded without indicating what he wanted her 
to do, so my wife posed herself for him like a wanton 
slut. She sat down in front of him and spreads her legs 
as far apart as she could. Then she closed them and 
brought her knees up to her chest. Finally, for his 
last thirty seconds or so, she turned around and got on 
her hands and knees and waved her naked pussy at him 
like she wanted a fucking.

When the time was up, Kim simply faced him again and 
sat on her butt with her legs still open so Paul could 
still see her pussy. She then said something that was 
enough to tear through my alcohol induced fog.

"So," Kim asked him, while she ran one of her fingers 
over the sensitive divide between her chubby cunt lips 
that had started to become a little swollen, "Are you 
sure all you want to do is look at it? Add another 
fifty and I'll let you fuck me right here."

Paul looked at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Don't worry about him," Kim told him. "He's been dying 
to have someone else fuck me. Add another twenty and 
you can take me to our bedroom and fuck me in private." 
Kim then added as she slipped one of her own fingers 
inside herself right in front of Paul.

While Paul wrote out a check, my wife pulled off her 
sweater and dropped her bra, exposing her breasts for 
him. Giggling and waving good-bye to me, my wife led 
Paul back to our bedroom and closed the door behind 
them.

The blood in my veins started to boil, but it wasn't 
jealousy. Kim was right, I'd been fantasizing about her 
fucking other men for ages I just didn't know she knew 
how much. Even as I thought about that, I thought about 
her taking off Paul's clothes. I saw her in my mind, 
freeing his erection and cooing over it as she laid 
back on our bed, spreading her legs to expose her cunt 
for another man to mount.

By the time I made it to the bedroom door, my wife's 
giggles had become sighs -- the sounds she makes when 
her pussy is first entered. When her vocalizations 
changed to more of a grunt, I knew he was thrusting 
harder inside her. Then came the keening cry from her 
that told me she'd orgasmed on his cock. Making her cum 
excited Paul more and he started fucking her harder, 
grunting and moaning. I could clearly hear him telling 
her how good her pussy felt and how long he'd wanted to 
fuck her.

When he came, I had no idea whether he'd cum inside her 
or pulled out and shot his load on her body, but I knew 
they'd be coming out soon, so I made my way back to the 
couch. For some reason, I wanted to act like it hadn't 
affected me, like I wasn't even concerned that my wife 
had just sold her pussy for $70. Paul came out dressed, 
except for his socks and shoes, but my wife came out 
still naked and stayed that way. I had gotten quite 
hard, and Kim noted it with satisfaction, enjoying my 
shocked stare at her open, swollen pussy. I later found 
out she decided to remain nude because she wanted me to 
see the traces of my friend's sperm still in leaking 
out of her pussy.

I asked her why she charged him money to fuck her and 
she said she might as well get paid for it. I asked her 
if it didn't make her feel like a whore and she asked 
me when the last time a player in the NFL or NBA played 
for free. Enjoying what you do doesn't mean you have to 
do it for free she reminded me.

After that, Paul would come over at least once a month 
to fuck my wife.

She meets him at the door in a sexy nightie -- or naked 
-- and sits him on the couch. She teases him -- and me 
-- for a while first by wandering around us with her 
tits and ass visible. As an appetizer, and because I 
like to watch as she undresses him and sucks his cock 
right there in the living room. When he cums, Kim 
strives to swallow every drop because Paul is the only 
other guy who gets to cum in her mouth. 

The four other guys Paul has introduced to Kim have to 
wear a condom when they fuck her, but she still loves 
it.

Kim wouldn't mind me watching in the bedroom but some 
of the guys do, so we set up two hidden cameras to 
record everything! We watch and edit the tapes together 
and plan on selling them to the amateur industry!