My husband became my pimp

Money was tight and my husband's boss told him he wanted to fuck me. He told my husband he would make it worthwhile for us. My life quickly changed.

I met Steve when we moved to Dallas and I stared going to the high school he was going to. It was our senior year. He was 18 and I was about to turn 18. We dated and then started going steady. I gave him my virginity on my eighteenth birthday. He said it was a present for me, but it was really a present for him. Sex became a frequent and enjoyable thing. We were both in love with each other, and soon he asked me to marry him. I said yes. He was going to the local Jr. College and I was going to get a job. We would get married right after he graduated.

That is just what we did. At the time of the wedding, I was three months pregnant, but it was not showing yet, so we did not tell anyone. A month later, I lost the baby. We were sad, but also knew that we had not been looking forward to being parents yet. I got on the pill so we could plan the next time, when we were ready.

Steve was 6’1” and weighed 180 pounds. He kept in very good shape playing softball in a local league. He was hung average, with a nice hard six inch erection. We had good and frequent sex. Sometimes I would have an orgasm, especially if he licked my pussy before mounting me.

His two-year degree was in one of those subjects that did not impress employers, so he worked as a stock clerk for a major hardware store chain. I got a part time job as a waitress. I was 5’5”, 122 pounds and had 32-C tits. I kept my hair cut straight and to the bottom of my shoulder blades. My tits would not pass the pencil test, but my large nipples still pointed forward. My stomach and ass were small and tight. I enjoyed dressing sexy but not slutty. A lot of customers and guys at work flirted with me, and I flirted back with the customers in order to get better tips. However, I never gave any thought to hooking up with any of them.

About a year passed and one day Steve was called into his boss’s office. He was worried that he might be there to be fired, even though he did not know what the reason would be for. “Close the door and sit down, Steve. First I want to say that you are doing a very good job. You are really learning the business. What I am going to say may catch you off guard and if you tell anyone, I will deny it, and you will have a hard time finding another job. If you simply say no, nothing will change here. I think your wife is extremely attractive. Every time I see her, I get an erection.” Steve looked shocked but did not say a word. “In two weeks we will have a booth at the convention in Vegas. I want the company to hire Sally to go to the show and be a booth bunny, smiling, flirting and handing out information about the company. Our crew will set up and take down our display. We will go Friday afternoon and come home Sunday night. Friday night and Saturday nights, she will be my plaything. She will share my hotel room, which only has one bed, so you know what I have in mind. The company will pay her $500 for the weekend and you will get a promotion which includes a substantial increase in pay. This will be a onetime thing, as I can’t take the chance of my wife finding out, but Sally excites me so much that I have to have her. Go home and talk to her and let me know tomorrow.” Steve sat there, shocked. Then without saying a word, he got up and left the office.

That night at supper and for a couple hours, Steve was very quiet. Then he said, “Let’s go in the living room and talk.” He seemed pretty serious. Over the next ten minutes, he talked about how our incomes only allowed us to live in a part of town that was not ideal, and how if the company paid me for working at the show, and he got a good raise, we could pay off our bills and before long, move to a bigger place in a nicer part of town. Then he told me what his boss wanted from me when I was not working at the show. I sat there staring at him and not saying a word as he told me about the proposition.

Neither one of were virgins when we married. I had only had sex with two guys before him, and then just a couple times each. Then he asked me if I would consider doing what Mr. Larson had suggested. “Do you want me to do it?, I asked. Neither one of us have had sex outside of our marriage.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with it. We know that we love each other, but I would not push you to do it. The decision has to be yours, but I am OK with it.”

“Give me a little time to think about it.” A little while later, we went to bed. He was extra horny and we had a fantastic fuck session. He made me come three times. After we were worn out and just lying there, I said, “If you are absolutely sure that you are OK with my doing it, I’ll do it.” He kissed me long and hard and we told each other that we loved one another. Then we fell asleep.

The next morning, he woke about a half hour before the alarm clock went off. He cuddled up to my back, put one arm around me and played with my breasts. Then he put my hand on his cock. It was hard as a rock. We lay on our sides and he fucked gently me from the back. He got up and got ready for work. I stayed naked as I made him his breakfast. I did not start work till eleven, so I had plenty of time to get cleaned up.

At work that day, I spent a lot of time thinking about what I agreed to do. I was going to be paid to work at the show, not for sleeping with my husband’s boss, so I convinced myself that it was not prostitution. I had met Mr. Larson several times at company events, like the annual picnic. He was in his fifties and a little chubby, but he was always very pleasant.

Two days later, Mr. Larson took me on a shopping trip to select my clothes that I would wear at the show. He bought a different dress for each day. They were both very sexy. He also bought a very thin nightie. One dress was black, short and tight. The other fit looser and pink, but it also showed a lot of my legs. They both showed a lot of cleavage. The nightie did not leave anything to the imagination. When he got home, Steve insisted that I model each of them for him. He whistled at each of them.

Friday morning, Steve was late for work because he bent me over the kitchen table, pulled up my gown and gave me a hard and deep fucking till he filled me with a big load. I had plenty of time to get cleaned up. At two-thirty, Mr. Larson picked me up in his new Caddy. I was wearing a nice, but normal tan dress. He held the car door for me. He was in a grey suit. He stood 5’8” tall and probably weighed around 180 pounds. He had a noticeable middle aged belly and was turning grey. He was OK looking. When I called him Mr. Larson, he told me that when we were alone I should call him Hank. We drove to the airport and checked in. It was a smooth flight and we arrived at the hotel at a little after six. The room was a one bedroom suite on the sixteenth floor. It was really upscale. There was an iced bottle of Champaign on the table. He opened it and each had two small glasses before going down to the restaurant. He had reservations. Hank had a T-bone steak dinner and I had a Shrimp Louis salad. It was huge. I couldn’t finish it all. The waiter brought and opened and poured a bottle of wine. Before we finished dinner, it was gone. I watched him take a large pill. He smiled and said that it would help us have a fun evening. Hank asked if he should order another bottle. I said no, that I was already feeling a little funny.

We were the only ones in the elevator, but it was an all glass elevator, fully exposed to the atrium in the hotel lobby, and the balcony of each floor that we passed as we went up. As soon as the doors closed, he put one hand on my ass and gave my cheek a squeeze. He kept his hand there till the door opened at our floor. When we entered the room, he held my shoulders and gave me a long hard kiss. I returned his kiss, but not enthusiastically. Then he turned me around, brushed my hair out of the way, kissed my neck and sucked on my earlobes. My body tingled. “Steve told me that you like your neck and ears played with.” He was right. Those things help get me turned on in a hurry. While he was kissing me, his hands went around to my front and cupped my breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Hank knew how to get things off to a good start. Then his hand went under my dress bottom and found my crotch. I was commando and I was freshly shaved. He had told Steve that he liked his dates to wear dresses or skirts and not wear any panties. Steve told me.

Hank lifted my dress up, over my head and off. Now all I had on were my shoes. He sucked on each of my nipples and then said, “Undress me now.” I started with his jacket and then his tie. Pretty soon all that was left were his underpants. When I pulled them down, I got a very pleasant surprise. He wasn’t huge but he was bigger than any of the guys I had been with, including my husband. He was already hard as a baseball bat, thanks to the wonder pill. I gave it a lick from the base to the tip, as I was already on my knees to remove his shorts. His dick jumped when I did it.

He took my hand and said that we should go enjoy a shower. I followed him into the bathroom. It was huge and opulent. The shower was more than big enough for two. It probably would have been a fun place for four people. The water was almost instantly the right temperature. He took the soap and started rubbing it all over my wet body, spending a lot of time on my breasts. My nipples hardened. Next, his soapy hand went between my pussy lips. I don’t think my clit was ever that clean, or erect. Two fingers slid easily inside of me, from the soap and from my sexual juices. I had not planned to be all that co-operative, but he really knew how to handle a woman. I had my first small orgasm of the night, right there in the shower. He gave me the soap and I lathered up his cock, balls and pubic hair. I gripped his slippery cock and stroked him. I could get both of my small hands around the shaft, and the head still peaked out. Finally he stopped me, saying that he did not want to come yet. We got out and dried off.

Back in bedroom, Hank got on the bed, on his knees with his pill aided erection standing out. “Come on Sally, get up here and suck my cock. Take it deep and suck it hard. I’ve really been looking forward to having my cock in your beautiful mouth.” I frequently suck Steve’s cock to get him good and hard, and I did suck the two guys I was with before Steve. I enjoyed it but I never allowed any of them to come in my mouth.

I got down by his prick and opened my mouth. He pushed in till he hit the back of my mouth and I gagged. He pulled out and said, “You can’t deepthroat? That’s a shame. Get back on it and give me a good blowjob.” I opened my mouth and took him back in. I bobbed up and down the length of it till my jaw was starting to ache. Finally he moaned, “I’m gonna come. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come. Get ready.” I pulled back and tried to push him away so his cum would shoot on my tits, but he held my head. I closed my mouth. “Open your mouth.” When I didn’t, he squeezed my jaw till my mouth opened. He held his cockhead to my lips and stroked himself a few times till he shot multiple cum loads in my mouth. I almost panicked. I tried to push him away so I could spit his slime out, but he held me tight till I finally swallowed it. He then let me go. I coughed and gasped. Hank smiled at me.

I looked and to my amazement, Hank had not softened a bit. Thanks to the pill, he still had a firm erection. He repositioned me and entered me. He went in very easily. I realized that I was very wet and ready. Hank reached places that had never been touched before, and stretched me almost painfully. I quickly became used to his size and actually started meeting his thrusts with my own. “I last a lot longer the second time. Enjoy the ride, Sally.”

He fucked and fucked and fucked. His body was starting to sweat. He brought me to two strong orgasms. He finally filled me with his cream. He moved so his cock was near my face. “Suck it clean.” I had already had a mouthful of his seed, and it was not as gross as I expected, so when he pulled my head to him, I opened my mouth. Once I had cleaned off all the mixture of his and my cum, I lay back on the bed. This time I saw that he was going limp. He spooned up behind me, reached around me with one arm and held my breast. We fell asleep.

The alarm went off at eight. Hank stirred and then pulled the blankets down. He took my head and pushed it to his crotch. “Time for the first course of your breakfast.” I knew what he was talking about and I resisted a little bit. I remembered the last night and how it was not as bad as I expected, so soon I had most of his cock in my mouth and then another mouth full of cum. I would have spit it out if I had the option, but I didn’t. Hank complimented me and then, to my surprise kissed me.

That night, after the convention was over for the day, he took me out for nice dinner with another bottle of wine. I was still in my convention dress. Then we went to what he said was his favorite nightclub. It turned out to be an upscale stripper bar. After three dancers had done their acts, and we had two mixed drinks each, the MC said that it was amateur time. “What young lady in the audience would like to come up on stage and show us your moves?” One went up and did a good job of stripping down to nothing, while she danced. The crowd really appreciated it. Hank kept whispering in my ear that I should go next. Finally, he stood up and pointed at me, “She would.” The crowd clapped and cheered. Hank took my hand and pulled me up. He led me to the stairs that went up on the stage. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was something I had always dreamed about doing, but I went up the steps.

The music started, and I started dancing around. The crowd started yelling, “Take it off. Take it off.” All I had on was my dress and my shoes, so it was not long before I was dancing naked in front of probably thirty people, mostly men. I danced two dances, then grabbed my dress and went back down. Two men grabbed at me as I walked past them. I went to the ladies room and put my dress back on. I went back to Hanks table. I watched him down another one of his sex pills. I didn’t think I was an exhibitionist, but stripping in front of all of those people was a real turn-on.

Another drink and we went back to the room. Again, the first thing he wanted was a blowjob. He pulled my face to his cock and told me to suck hm. I opened my mouth without struggling. After five minutes, he held my head and did not let me up till I swallowed another load. Then we fucked in different positions for almost an hour. The only thing we did not do was anal. When he was satisfied, he again pressed his cock against my lips until I opened and cleaned off the mixture of his and my cum. Sunday morning was a little different. We went 69 with me on top. He held me again as I drank his cum. I also came hard and squirted a stream of girl cum into his mouth. Then we cleaned up, ate what he had room service bring us and got ready for the show. I wore the second dress that he had picked out for me.

The show ended and we packed up our things in the hotel room. Before we left, I stopped him. I dropped to my knees in front of him, pulled down his pants, and without being told to, or being held, gave him a final blowjob. He came deep in my mouth. I quickly drank his baby juice without being told to or held. I had to admit that I was starting to enjoy it. I licked my lips and told him that I enjoyed our time together. We went to the airport and arrived home in a few hours, at about ten at night. He drove me home and I gave him a long goodbye kiss while he squeezed my tits. I was a changed woman.

I went inside. Steve was waiting for me and anxious to hear about the trip, in graphic detail. Before I told him my story, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Pulled his pants down and sucked him off till he came down my throat. He was shocked and excited. “Oh my God, you’ve never done that for me before. I love it.” I spent the next hour telling him all the little details of what had happened during the trip, while slowly stroking his erection. He came twice and each time, I licked his cock and stomach clean before continuing with my story. I wanted him to fuck me, but after I had made him come three times, he couldn’t get it up again. We cuddled and slept.

The next day, he was late to work again because I climbed on top of him and rode him cowgirl style for twenty minutes before he filled me with the load of cum that I was craving. I called in sick to my work and spent the day watching porn and fingering myself. By the time Steve got home I was pretty much back to normal. Steve told me that Mr. Larson had called him into the office, told him that he had the promotion, and that his new position paid fifteen percent more. When Steve asked him how the weekend went, the only thing his boss said was that it went well, and that the company attracted several new clients. He gave Steve my paycheck and he brought it home.

He said that one of the new clients had enjoyed meeting me and asked that if he came to see our business in a month, would I be available to escort him around town when he was not in a business meeting. Mr. Larson said that it would be another temporary employment for three days and would pay $500 again. Before Steve even finished telling me about the offer, I was saying yes. I could feel my pussy getting wet, just thinking about it.

I couldn’t believe the dramatic and sudden change in my sexual attitude, but it had happened and right now I craved being fucked and sucking cock, with Steve or almost anybody. Steve decided to take advantage of my new sexual attitude. He stopped at a local bar after work and chatted with another guy that was there, who looked to be in his late thirties. He spilled the story about how I had changed. How his beautiful wife had changed into a wanton slut almost overnight. The guy said he had never been with a woman that was like I am now, and that he would give Steve $200 if he could spend the night fucking me.

Steve walked in the door with this stranger behind him. “Sally, this is Rick. He is really horny and wants to spend the night fucking you.” Rick looked me up and down and then handed Steve two $100 bills.
I almost kicked them both out. My mind said I was not a prostitute, but then I thought about Hank and that I had agreed to do it again with one of the company’s clients, for money. Yes I had become a prostitute and a horny slut. I took Rick’s hand and lead him to the bedroom.

I almost ripped his clothes off to get at him. We got on the bed and I promptly took him in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his dick for a couple minutes. Then he grabbed my head and tried to shove his seven inch cock into my throat. I gagged and coughed and almost puked. Rick pulled back. Two hours later he was done and couldn’t do any more. He thanked Steve and left. I was mad at Steve for not talking to me before doing this, but I was still horny. “Get your face between my legs and eat me out till I come, or you will never fuck me again.” I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to my cum filled cunt. He didn’t know if I was being truthful or not but he didn’t take the chance. He ate me till I had a screaming climax, almost pulling his hair out. When he came up, his face was covered with cum. I bet he had swallowed some, too. I rolled over and went to sleep, leaving him to finish himself off with his fist.

For the next month, Steve worked at being my pimp, finding guys who would pay to spend time with a beautiful horny slut. He had to be careful because what we were doing was illegal. I got a package of quarter pound hotdogs and worked on my throat till I could take them without gagging. That gave men another reason to pay to be with me. Steve liked it, too. We averaged about two johns a week and I was bringing in around $500 a week. Steve got some great videos, which he sold overseas. That was over twice what I was making as a waitress. With Steve’s higher pay, we were doing pretty good. One night I made $500 in just one night by being the entertainment at a bachelor party. I satisfied six men that night.

Then one night, Steve had a man come to the house. I almost refused to do it with him. He was black. My parents were very racist and I was raised hearing them belittling black people and calling them the N word. I knew that was wrong and never used it. I pulled Steve aside and told him that I did not want this guy sticking his black cock in me. Steve gave me hell and insisted I go thru with it. My other fear was that I had always heard the stories about blacks having huge cocks. I was afraid that he would rip me apart. When I finally saw him naked, he wasn’t any bigger that most of the others. It turned out that he was a very gentle lover. That night I did manage doing deepthroat with a man for the first time, and swallowed an awful lot of black man’s cum. He came like a firehouse.

My next time working for the company came and guess what? This guy was also black, and he actually was a BBC. I managed satisfying him for three days and two long nights. He pounded me harder and deeper than any man ever had. It felt like he was splitting me apart. He was long enough that he pounded my cervix till it opened and let him into my uterus. Once I adjusted to his size, I enjoyed his forceful fucking. The one thing he did that I did not like was to put me in the shower and piss all over me.

It has been six months now. I can’t believe what a different person I am. But I love my new life and Steve and I still love each other.
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