My Wife Hires Me A Hooker. Because She Loves Me
By: Colt Stevens
Tags: Escorts, Porn, Adultery, Provider, Erotica

It was weird, I was at my regular sandwich shop minding my own business when the woman in line behind me started talking to me. That never happens. She was super hot, 20s, the kind of woman I am very attracted to, brunette, long legs. Long elegant face.

“What’s your favorite sandwich?” she asked me, and she was looking at me kind of out the side of her eyes, as though this question might be a double entendre or something.

“Um…chicken salad,” I offered.

“You don’t like any other sandwiches?”

“No, I like other sandwiches,” I said, confused.

“But you’re committed to the chicken salad, I get it,” she said. “Would there be any room, you know, for a new sandwich.”

Now I was pretty sure she was fucking with me. The subtext of that was so obvious. Or was it? Maybe I was just imagining it.

“Um…what kind of sandwich were you thinking of?” I said.

“A Veronica sandwich?” she said.

“I don’t know that one,” I said.

“That’s my name,” she said, holding out her hand and smiling. “Veronica. What’s yours?”

“Phil,” I said.

“So do you a Veronica sandwich, Phil?”

She bit her lip sexily.

“What’s in a Veronica sandwich?” I asked.

“Well, you have to take off the wrapping and you’ll see what’s inside. It’s meaty, juicy and tasty.”

I looked at her sexy black dress, and pictured myself taking it off her and seeing her bra and panties underneath.

“How much does it cost?” I asked her.

“It’s expensive,” she admitted. “It might be the most expensive sandwich on the menu. Can you afford it?”

“I think so,” I said. “I’m pretty well off.”

“I can tell,” she said. “I’ve seen those shoes at Nordstrums. They cost 400 dollars.”

“Oh really? My wife bought them for me,” I said.

I studied her. She didn’t seem surprised or depressed that I had a wife. In fact, she didn’t miss a stride. She just kept on with the double talk.

“Your wife doesn’t spare any expense, I know,” she said.

“You know?”

“Sure,” she said. “She bought me, didn’t she?”

“My wife bought you?”

“She bought me for you,” she said. “Come on Phil, let’s go. You can eat later. In fact you can eat me, in the hotel. It’s just around the corner.”

She pulled me out of the sandwich shop. Wow! Christina had bought this woman for me! This was a surprise. She had told me so many times that in return for me allowing her to cheat all these times, she wanted me to cheat once at least. Just to sort of even the scales. But I was only into Christina. I didn’t like the idea of cheating. It seemed like a lot of work, to seduce a woman. Etcetera. But this! This was really easy. I was being pulled by the arm down the street to the Standard hotel. In the elevator she started kissing me.

“Mmm,” I said. “You’re so beautiful. How much is this costing Christina?”

“Uh uh,” she said, waving her finger. “I’m not allowed to tell.”

We got to the room. She opened it with a key. It was a big suite. Way more than necessary. Christina could have just gotten us a single room. But then again, this was kind of sexy.

“Would you like a drink?” she said. And I saw there was a bottle of champagne and a note. It was from Christina.

“Enjoy, hubby,” it said. “Luv C.”

There was a red outline of lips where she kissed the card. I recognized her lipstick. It’s a super red color called Dragon Girl that she wears. So sexy.

“Cheers,” I said.

We had a sip of champagne.

“Now let’s get you out of those clothes big boy,” said Veronica, kissing my neck , pulling off my tie, unbuttoning my shirt. She pushed me back onto the bed and pulled off my shoes. Then she pulled my trousers down. I was wearing boxers. She reached under my ass and pulled the boxers down, revealing my shriveled, small cock.

“Aw,” she said. “It’s like it’s trying to hide from me. Is it afraid?”

“Well,” I said. “There’s something you should know about me…”

“I know,” she said. “Your wife explained. You’re her cuck. That’s why she hired me. She said I was to be your cure.”

“I’m not sure there is a cure,” I said. “I tried once or twice before. I’ve never been able to get it up for any other woman except Christina. It’s not that I’m some saint. It’s just that…I guess she’s really imprinted on me in a big way.”

“I get it honey,” she said. “But you’ve never had a blow job from Veronica. Just lie back and enjoy.”

She pushed me down on the bed and she put her mouth on my tiny cock. It was so embarrassing. I turned bright red. My tiny cock barely went past her teeth, it was so shriveled up. And I couldn’t say I felt much at first. But she did have very lovely soft lips. It wasn’t unpleasant. After about five minutes with no response, she stopped.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t worry honey,” she said. She sat down on the bed next to me and pulled her dress down over her shoulders. She slipped out of her black bra. Then she took my hand and put it on her bare breasts. They were soft and nice, like a couple of water balloons. I rubbed them, as she put her hand down on my tiny dick and rubbed it. To my great surprise, after about a minute, I started to feel very turned on, and my cock started to grow.

“There we go,” she said gleefully.

“Yep,” I said. “But there are no guarantees. I’ve gotten this far before. But at the moment of actually fucking my cock has let me down.”

“We’ll see,” she said. Then she stood up and slid her panties down. She put my hand in her pussy and I started fingering her. Now that my cock was half erect, she decided to try sucking it again. It was an amazing blow job. She sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner, really hard. Her mouth was a whirlpool in the water and it was sucking my cock down deeper and deeper into its depths. Soon I was fully hard.

“I think you’re ready baby,” she said.

“Let’s give it a try,” I said.

She got on top of me with her lovely body, her breasts in my face, and she sat down on my hard cock. Her pussy was tight as a glove gripping my cock. She gyrated her hips into me forcefully. If her mouth had been a whirlpool, her hips were a maelstrom. My cock was being swept into a spinning, gyrating pussy by these amazing hips.

“Oh my gosh!” she said, and she stopped suddenly.

She put her hand on my face.

“Baby, your crying!” she said, concerned.

I couldn’t speak. I was so overjoyed and grateful to her. I never thought I could perform real manly duties with anyone other than my mistress, my dominant and amazing wife, Christina.

“Tears of joy,” I blubbered. “Tears of joy.”

She got a big smile then. I think it made her happy, too, to help a person this way. She got back on me and fucked me even harder and enthusiastically. I was about to cum finally.

“No!” she said. “Not yet.”

And she pulled off.

“You’re supposed to fuck me on top, like a real man. From behind. That’s what Christina wants. She wants you to really ram it home, baby. Can you?”

“I’ll try,” I said.

This beautiful naked escort got on the bed on all fours then. I came behind her sexy cream colored ass and put my dick in her pussy. I started fucking her. The tears were really streaming now. I was so grateful to my wife for this gift. I was a real man. Or at least I could be. I was fucking her and my cock was going deep in her. And it didn’t even look that small now. It looked like a more or less regular cock. And then I heard like a buzzing noise in my brain, I thought I might be having a stroke or something.

“Is that good baby,” she said. “Is that good?”

“Yes,” I cried. “So good. Can I cum now?”

The buzzing got louder. I felt the need to spray my cum on her. But she wouldn’t allow it.

“No, wait for me,” she said. “I want to cum with you.”

“Really? I could make you cum?”

“Oh I’m almost there baby,” she said. “Keep pounding that, and pulling me back on your cock like that, like a real man. Fuck me baby. I’m almost there!”

I fucked her for a while longer. Who knows if she was faking? It didn’t matter to me. The theater of the whole thing was amazing. She screamed, “Cum in me baby! Cum with me! I’m cumming. Oh, I’m cumming!”

I came in her with a great shout, and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Then I heard applause, and a familiar voice.

“Bravo!” said the voice. “Well done, Phillip! That was so hot!”

Out of the other room of the suite came my wife, Christina. I guess she had been watching from the doorway the whole time.

“Christina!” I said, surprised but also so proud. “You saw what I did! Did you see!”

“I did see, baby,” she said, and she sounded so impressed. “I knew you could do it. I believed in you.”

She was dressed in just a white lace bra and panties. And the panties were wet. In her hand I saw she had her vibrator, the one she called the Satisfier. That was the buzzing I had heard. She had been vibrating her pussy with it while she watched.

“Now I think I want some of this sexy lady for myself,” she said, putting her arms around the naked Veronica. They started making out.

I lay on the other side of the naked Veronica and began sucking on Veronica’s big tits.

“A Veronica sandwich,” I said, and they both laughed.

“Darling,” Christina said to Veronica. “I owe you a great debt of gratitude. May I repay it with my mouth?”

“By all means,” said Veronica, and Christina put her face between Veronica’s legs and started licking her.

“Mmm, my husband’s cum,” she squealed. “I never thought I’d see this day. So delicious and manly. In the pussy of a hot babe. Would you like a taste, darling?”

“Sure,” said Veronica, and my wife came up and started making out with her again, spitting some of my cum into her mouth.

I felt like such a stud. And guess what! My dick was getting hard again. As Christina went back down there and finished eating out Veronica, I got behind my lovely wife and fucked her from behind. After a while of my wife’s expert cunnilingus, Veronica was starting to orgasm, grabbing my wife’s head and pressing it down on her pussy. It got me so hot I came in my wife’s pussy.

“You’re a real rock star,” said Christina afterwards, after Veronica had showered and left, and we were cuddling in the bed. “I really liked watching you fuck that woman. I never thought I would. I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what?”

“I’m a cuckquean,” she said. I looked at her puzzled it. She tousled my hair patronizingly.

“Honey, you can google it when we get home,” she said.

“Well, I might know what a cuckquean is,” I said. “But I know what I like. Veronica sandwiches! Can we do it again! Can we?”

“Maybe,” she said. “If you’re a good boy. Now turn around and let me spoon you. I need a nap after all that excitement, don’t you?

And in a minute we were both blissfully asleep in each other’s arms.

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