Chapter 5: Sex For Sale

By now my hubby and I had been married for a little more than a year, I had been with a couple of different men, having one-night stands with them, and my hubby and I had agreed to having sex with another guy, making it a threesome. We both enjoyed those evenings, although I was a little surprised that my hubby didn’t seem to mind seeing another man with his cock in my mouth or fucking me.

Then an event happened that changed a lot of things in our life, I was little more than eighteen years old when we decided to drive into the big city, get a room for the night and go to a movie. When we were getting ready to go to the movie on a wet rainy night, my husband dropped me off on a street corner near the theater, where I could wait for him under cover while he went and parked the car.

Unbeknownst to us, this was an area where some of the cities’ upper-class prostitutes plied their trade. I stood under a shelter and waited for my husband to come back from parking the car, when a guy came up to me, he looked to be about mid-forties and asked if I would give him a hand job for forty bucks. I was stunned at first, but before I told him that I was not a prostitute, I asked him where I would do that. He told me that we could go up the alley and I could jerk him off up there, just like he had done several times before with other hookers. I suppose he was one of those guys that didn’t want to get his cock anywhere near where he might get something he wasn’t looking for. I then told him that I was flattered, but I wasn’t into selling sex.

A few minutes later, my husband came and we walked a block or so to the theater. I told him what had happened and how I had been offered forty bucks just to jerk a guy off, more money than either of us were making in a day. He laughed it off and said that he would love it if I jerked him off. So, once the movie started and was about half over, I told him to pull his cock out and I would jerk him off. Sitting in the theater, that wasn’t even half full that night, I gave my hubby a hand job.

We had a nice weekend in the city, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this guy being willing to pay that kind of money, just for a fucking hand job, I wondered what these guys were paying for sex, or even a blowjob.

For the next month or so, I told Wyatt that I could make a lot of money by doing hand jobs, blowjobs or fucking these guys, it would be easy money. It took some convincing, but I finally convinced him that we should give it a try, but he wanted to make sure we were taking a lot of precautions. He was more afraid for my safety than he was against guys using me.

After him going to prostitutes and talking to them, pretending that he was interested in what they would sell themselves for, and scouting out the area. We figured that we had the plan worked out. Wyatt would park the car in a parking lot near the street corner I had picked out. If a guy was interested, he would have to park in the parking lot so that Wyatt could keep an eye on his vehicle. We found out that most chicks were charging fifty bucks for a blowjob, seventy to eighty bucks for tail, and a little of both would be a hundred dollars. I was ready to give it a whirl.