Under My Skin


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Violent, Prostitution, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: John divorces his no good wife and seeks out prostitutes to provided his sexual needs. But nothing is ever that simple. A note about story codes for this story: The cons & violent codes, none of the sex is violent or forced. Rape is discussed by the characters but there no rapes with in the story.

Safe sex:

In this story there are no consequences from unprotected unsafe sex, no diseases and no unwanted pregnancies, but remember it is a story, not the real world.

Readers from other parts of the world should note that this story is set in England, and the language is that which you find in England.

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This story starts about 18 months ago

First a bit about myself

I am John, 39, and I divorced my first wife18 months ago.

Debbie and I had been married 3 years, and lived together for a year before that. When we first got together we had an active sex life, I sucked her, she sucked me, we did 69, and sex in all the positions, and even anal once when she was drunk, but once she had the gold band on her finger the sex got less frequent, and seemed to come with a price, as in if you do so and so I will make it worth your while, hinting that I would get a good sex session. After a while this started to piss me off big time, and it reached a point where I thought why bother, particularly as the promised sex failed to materialise on many occasions. As a result I would not be bribed, and she stopped trying to use sex to get her own way. This went on for about a year and I got more and more frustrated, access to the crown jewels got less and less frequent, and it reached the point where I began to consider my options.

I also found out she was terminally lazy, I ended up doing most of the housework, mainly because my tolerance of mess was lower than hers. She rarely cooked a meal, always expecting me to bring take away home on my way in from work, and she had a miserable part time job that barely covered her travel costs even although on paper she was better qualified than I was. We had a nice house in a rural part of North Yorkshire which I had paid for through hard work. We were now mortgage free, but no thanks to the oxygen thief.

Don't get me wrong, Debbie was an attractive woman, with a nice curvy body, long brown hair, and when she made the effort would turn any blokes eye unless he was 100% gay. I think this was what made me hope that things would improve, but they never did.

Things came to a head about 3 years into the 'marriage', our house needed some urgent repairs and the cost of getting a builder in to do them was going to be prohibitive, so I decided to do the repairs myself. I asked her to help, just fetching and carrying, and she agreed she would. Anyway I soon found out that her 'help' consisted of nagging me about every bit of work I asked her to do and being generally uncooperative. My Dad came round in the middle of all this and got stuck in, now he was 76 at the time so you had the sight of an old man passing bricks and mortar up a ladder while a fit healthy 31 year old was sat on her fat arse watching soaps. I was annoyed and we had a big row about it when he left. In the end I was ready hit her, and to stop myself from doing something I would later regret I got into the van and drove.

I found myself in the red light district Leeds, and there were various scantily clad girls stood at the side of the road. Before I knew it I had stopped and there was a girl stood at the passenger window offering me a blow job for £15. OK so she wasn't a girl you'd take home to meet your mum, long greasy dark hair, fairly skinny, with a short skirt and micro top showing a a pair of small tits, even although it was December, and she had a huge 'tramp stamp' tattoo across her back. Probably a drug addict, and in need of a bath, she looked about 20, it was hard to tell under the sodium street lights. But I was now horny, and I decided that her mouth looked warm willing and wet, so I told her to get in, I was also thinking about Debbie, and how hard it was to get a blow job from her these days, and I was getting even for her behaviour earlier.

"Cindy" as she called herself told me to find somewhere quiet and park up. I found a hidden car park with no cameras or lights. Cindy asked for the money, I paid her, and she immediately pulled her top up and told me to get my dick out. I undid my trousers and she started to suck me. I had a showered earlier and she said "At least you are clean, that's why I didn't bother with a condom" This was more than she was, when she lifted her top up there was a warm sweaty BO smell coming from her body. She opened her legs to let me finger her pussy, and there was a fishy smell coming from down there as well, I don't reckon she had washed for a week, but I was that horny I didn't care, and I got two fingers up inside her easily, she was wet, however it could have been the come from her last customer. The blow job was good, plenty of tongue, and she didn't use her hands, she made it last about 10 minutes and then increased her sucking and I came in about 30 seconds. She opened the van door and spat my come out onto the ground. I cleaned up, I always carried some tissue in case I got caught short whilst out on a job, and I asked "Do you want dropping back where I picked you up" and she said no, could I drop her at a house on the edge of the town. I said no problem, and 5 minutes later dropped her off outside a run down 4 story house in a part of town where all the houses were split into flats. As she got out the car she gave me a piece of paper with a mobile number scrawled on it, and said that if I was wanting to see her again just ring, rather than visiting the red light area.

I got home about 11pm, I hoped Debbie would be in bed as I couldn't face her, I was going to sleep in the spare room, but when I got in she was sat on the settee crying. I asked her "What the fucks up with you", she replied between snivels that Ian (my elder brother) had rung her and called her all the names under the sun for letting Dad do all the work. I told her he was right, and the argument kicked off again. In the end I just left her sat on the settee snivelling. I told her to use the spare room and I went to bed.

I actually went to sleep quickly, I think the days work and the earlier blow job had worn me out for sleep in spite of the row with Debbie.

When I got up the next morning Debbie was already up, which was unusual because it was Sunday, and she didn't usually get up before 10 on a Sunday. As soon as I came down she said she was sorry. I was still pretty mad at her and I wasn't in a very forgiving mood. So I said "Sorry is not enough what are you going to do about it" She asked "What do you want" and I thought for a bit, I considered asking for sexual favours but decided that I had tried this in the past when we had arguments about her laziness, and it hadn't made any difference. I'd get one good bit of sex and then it would be back to the same old whingeing Debbie, so I tried a different approach.

I sat down, and said fetch me a piece of paper and a pen.

I wrote out a list:

A home cooked meal on the table when I get in on work days. A pack up for work when I need one Washing and ironing done regularly House to be kept clean and tidy Garden to be kept tidy and weed free, I will still cut the grass. Help me when I need it with out moaning. Give up your job at the garage and either get a proper job worthy of your qualifications, in which case we will employ a housekeeper or become a full time house wife.

I handed it to her, and she read it through, and when she had done she said "That wasn't what I was expecting, I expected you'd want sex". I didn't tell her I had found an easier way to get release in that area, but said "Look if we cant be lovers and you wont be a good house wife then I am getting nothing out of this marriage, so as far as I am concerned we will get divorced." It was the first time I had mentioned the D word to her although I had thought about it several times recently.

I think this shook her because she was quiet for a few minutes and then she said "I suppose I don't have a choice really". That wasn't the right response as far I was concerned, it was the whining tone of voice, as much as the words that pissed me off, and I said "You do, sort yourself out and pull your weight or get a divorce, that's 2 choices as I see it." and walked out.

I decided to go and see Ian, he was 5 years older than me and was already on his 3rd wife, who was a very attractive willowy blonde who was 16 years younger than him, and oozed sex.

When I got to Ian's house he was outside cutting the lawns and he said "I thought you might be around this morning. I hope you're not upset with me, I did call Debbie a few names last night, but when Dad rang and told me what had gone on I just saw red and let the lazy cow have it straight." I said that he had maybe done me a favour, as at least he had brought things to a head and I told him of my demands, he looked at me a bit oddly and said "That's not like you, I would expect you to demand anal sex with her and then demand she suck you clean straight after or something." I didn't say anything and at that point Susan, his wife, walked in looking as sexy as hell and I almost cried thinking why cant I have someone like that at home.

She piped up, "Did I hear anal sex, now I do love anal, would you like some breakfast John" and disappeared into the kitchen.

Once we sat down to breakfast Ian started to talk about my situation again, in front of Susan, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but what he had to say seemed sensible.

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