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It was a very interesting day when my wife and I made our decision... We had talked about her sleeping with other men before while I watched, but had always backed out. Now, with both of us being out of work for three months, something had to be done. We were desperate for money and decided to "rent" her out for an hour at a time. We posted an ad on Craigslist (classy, I know).
The rules were simple: the gentleman would pay $400 for an hour with her. Everything would use a condom (oral included). There would be no anal, no going down on her, no swallowing or blowing of bodily fluids on her. Condom covered oral with condom covered cumming.
We quickly got many responses. My wife was an attractive woman at 30: slightly curvy with 36D breasts, long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a very nice ass. She wasn't getting picked for modeling shows, but she attracted her fair amount of attention.
From the responses, I weeded out the spam, the dirty old men I didn't want her fucking, and most of the guys I thought seemed flaky. Personally, having a bit of a small-penis-humiliation thing going on in my own head, I wanted the guy to be hung. One of the responses came from an 18 year old black guy. He claimed to be a student at the local college and said he hadn't been laid since going away to college. He said he was willing to pay his entire student loan check ($440 apparently) to fuck my wife. I agreed and set up a meeting for that evening. He called himself Seth, though I've never heard of a black guy called Seth before.
That night my wife got dressed up in her best little black dress, one that showed a ton of cleavage and clung to her ass. We sat in the living room and discussed the rules: she was clear on them. She asked for a glass of wine, and then another, and then another. I cut her off after three, saying she had to be able to perform. She asked for a shot of vodka and I obliged, after all she was nervous. After that she seemed just fine.
About 5 minutes before our appointed meeting time, our doorbell rang. I sent Kate to go answer the door. She did and a shorter (5'6), young black guy walked in the door. He was dressed like any normal college kid and quickly put his arm around Kate's waist. He closed the door behind her and looked around. I walked up while Kate leaned up and began kissing his neck almost immediately. He smirked and put his hand on my wife's ass and looked at me. "Got the money?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but we'll take care of that after..," he said as he smacked my wife's ass through her dress. The sound echoed through the room.
My blood boiled as he said that, as that was not what we discussed. My wife's hands went over his t-shirt covered chest as she continued kissing and licking his neck. He smiled at me, "I know that's not what we discussed.. but it's what's gonna happen. Also I forgot those condoms I was supposed to bring...," he said, smirking at me as he wrapped both his arms around my wife's waist and pulled her against him.
"That doesn't matter...," my wife said.
My mouth dropped.
"I could leave and go get some,..." he said, smirking to me over my wife's shoulder.
"NO! Don't leave.. you can just pull out," my wife pleaded.
With that he locked lips with my wife and they made out there in my entrance way. His hands grabbed the back of her skirt and pulled it up, revealing her ass covered by a tiny thong. He swung his hand and smacked her bare ass. I knew at this point, as she moaned into the kiss, that I had lost all control. I was a taller man than him at 6'3, but I knew I wouldn't win in a fight.
And then he grabbed her and picked her up in the air, throwing her over his shoulder like he was Tarzan. He reaches up and grabbed her ass beside his head and smacked it, the sound echoing in the room again. "And if I don't want to pull out?"
"Then cum inside me... or I'll swallow it," she said, sealing our fate.
He looked at me, and I immediately felt intimidated watching this man stand there with my wife over his shoulder. "Get on your knees and undo my shoes."
I immediately dropped to my knees, feeling threatened. I untied his shoes and he laughed. "Fucking pathetic... Kiss my shoes."
At this point I paused for a moment... but then I leaned down and pressed my lips firmly against the top of his shoes where his laces were. He laughed loudly. "Lick them," he ordered.
With that my tongue came out and I licked all over his shoes, disgusted by the taste. He laughed and kicked my face away. I moved away, staying on my knees. He kicked his shoes off and carried my wife upstairs. "We'll let you know if we need anything," he said as they disappeared from view.
The rules were simple: the gentleman would pay $400 for an hour with her. Everything would use a condom (oral included). There would be no anal, no going down on her, no swallowing or blowing of bodily fluids on her. Condom covered oral with condom covered cumming.
We quickly got many responses. My wife was an attractive woman at 30: slightly curvy with 36D breasts, long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a very nice ass. She wasn't getting picked for modeling shows, but she attracted her fair amount of attention.
From the responses, I weeded out the spam, the dirty old men I didn't want her fucking, and most of the guys I thought seemed flaky. Personally, having a bit of a small-penis-humiliation thing going on in my own head, I wanted the guy to be hung. One of the responses came from an 18 year old black guy. He claimed to be a student at the local college and said he hadn't been laid since going away to college. He said he was willing to pay his entire student loan check ($440 apparently) to fuck my wife. I agreed and set up a meeting for that evening. He called himself Seth, though I've never heard of a black guy called Seth before.
That night my wife got dressed up in her best little black dress, one that showed a ton of cleavage and clung to her ass. We sat in the living room and discussed the rules: she was clear on them. She asked for a glass of wine, and then another, and then another. I cut her off after three, saying she had to be able to perform. She asked for a shot of vodka and I obliged, after all she was nervous. After that she seemed just fine.
About 5 minutes before our appointed meeting time, our doorbell rang. I sent Kate to go answer the door. She did and a shorter (5'6), young black guy walked in the door. He was dressed like any normal college kid and quickly put his arm around Kate's waist. He closed the door behind her and looked around. I walked up while Kate leaned up and began kissing his neck almost immediately. He smirked and put his hand on my wife's ass and looked at me. "Got the money?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but we'll take care of that after..," he said as he smacked my wife's ass through her dress. The sound echoed through the room.
My blood boiled as he said that, as that was not what we discussed. My wife's hands went over his t-shirt covered chest as she continued kissing and licking his neck. He smiled at me, "I know that's not what we discussed.. but it's what's gonna happen. Also I forgot those condoms I was supposed to bring...," he said, smirking at me as he wrapped both his arms around my wife's waist and pulled her against him.
"That doesn't matter...," my wife said.
My mouth dropped.
"I could leave and go get some,..." he said, smirking to me over my wife's shoulder.
"NO! Don't leave.. you can just pull out," my wife pleaded.
With that he locked lips with my wife and they made out there in my entrance way. His hands grabbed the back of her skirt and pulled it up, revealing her ass covered by a tiny thong. He swung his hand and smacked her bare ass. I knew at this point, as she moaned into the kiss, that I had lost all control. I was a taller man than him at 6'3, but I knew I wouldn't win in a fight.
And then he grabbed her and picked her up in the air, throwing her over his shoulder like he was Tarzan. He reaches up and grabbed her ass beside his head and smacked it, the sound echoing in the room again. "And if I don't want to pull out?"
"Then cum inside me... or I'll swallow it," she said, sealing our fate.
He looked at me, and I immediately felt intimidated watching this man stand there with my wife over his shoulder. "Get on your knees and undo my shoes."
I immediately dropped to my knees, feeling threatened. I untied his shoes and he laughed. "Fucking pathetic... Kiss my shoes."
At this point I paused for a moment... but then I leaned down and pressed my lips firmly against the top of his shoes where his laces were. He laughed loudly. "Lick them," he ordered.
With that my tongue came out and I licked all over his shoes, disgusted by the taste. He laughed and kicked my face away. I moved away, staying on my knees. He kicked his shoes off and carried my wife upstairs. "We'll let you know if we need anything," he said as they disappeared from view.
