Most of my life, I always figured hookers were druggies. Never even questioned it, a hooker, must be that she's an addict that can't function in the real world and just fucks to get more drugs. Makes sense, right? Well, not really, but that didn't matter because I never really cared to think about them. Unless I was roleplaying as one for my husband, but that's different. I'd dress up for him and we'd pretend that he was picking me up off the street and I was just some college girl trying to pay for school "the hard way". Never really thought I would actually be doing that for real.

You see, I've been married to Jason for 8 years now. We got married pretty young and we had been together since high school. When you get married young, you start thinking about the things you missed doing while you were single. I had some friends, but I never really had the time to go out partying all the time, or going to clubs, or any of the other things my friends used to do when they were in college. Some of my friends still went out to clubs, and after a while I started to join them. It was fun, though I was 28 I would still get carded every time and end up getting hit on by college boys. I had a young look, though also a bit of a porn star look. I was pretty thin, thin enough to go to clubs in short skirts and tight shirts comfortably. I had some softeness that bothered me, but who doesn't? At least it gave me very full breasts, which I loved showing off. Jason didn't mind me going out like that, it was a turn on for him to see me dressed like that and after being together for 11 years you really don't get worried much.

And that's how things went, I'd dress up naughty to go out partying with a few of my friends, then I'd come home and fuck my husband like crazy. Sometimes he'd come out with us and we'd be messing around on the dancefloor. We actually started roleplaying that I was a hooker while we were out, pretending that we just met in that club and then I'd suck him off in an alley, or we'd go get a hotel room. Which is probably why it was so much of a turn on when I actually got mistaken for a hooker.

I had dressed up really slutty because Jason was supposed to be coming out with us. We had been teasing eachother all day long, it was going to be one of those hotel nights where we would fuck all night long in the naughtiest ways we could think of. I always was a perv, but so was he and so it was fun. But then when we were at the club fondling eachother, he ends up getting called into work. 11 at night, he gets called in. Never, ever, ever marry a network engineer, because you never know when they'll have to go to work. Which left me horny as could be and dressed like a slut. Also left me without a ride home, as my other friends that were there all lived locally and didn't drive. After a little while, I was too horny to stay there, I had to go home to play with my toys.

As I was walking down the street towards the bus stop, I was in a daze. Fantasizing about being fucked, I wanted to be stuffed so bad. Jason's cock was nice and thick, I loved the way it filled me up. I was so preoccupied thinking about sex, I didn't even really think about the fact that the bus lines stopped running at midnight. So there I was dressed in a tiny black skirt with a little pink top on that really showed off my breasts. I hadn't even worn a bra or panties so that I could tease Jason more during the night. Thinking back, I really must have looked like a hooker wearing that while leaning up against the bus stop in the middle of the night... also in a trashy part of town. So it really shouldn't have been much of a suprise when that car pulled up to the stop and the driver waved me to come over towards him. He had a very friendly look to him, drove a clean nice car, and was alone in the car. Seemed safe enough I guess. I walked over to the window and leaned down to see what he wanted. In doing so, I gave him a wonderful view down my shirt. His immediate glancing down made me realize what I was doing, but I had been having a fun night so I didn't really mind. In fact, it made me even more horny that I was basically flashing this guy.

"Hi... looking for a date?" he asked

"What?" I asked back. His comment had caught me completely off guard.

"How much for a date?"

"What do you mean? I'm not looking for a date." I trying to remember what had just happened, I was still pre-occupied with sex. I must have come off as being really ditzy, and it probably didn't help that I had just dyed my hair blonde.

"Don't worry, I'm not a cop. Tell you what, how's $80 sound?"

Something inside of me just suddenly popped into place. He thought I was a hooker! I can't believe it took me that long to realize what was going on, but as soon as I did... well, it made my pussy spasm. I almost felt like I just had an orgasm from this guy wanting to pay to fuck me.

"Wait, $80 to fuck me?" I slowly said, not really asking him but mainly just saying outloud for my brain to register what was happening. It registered that he wanted to pay to fuck me... also registered I had drank more than I thought and was really fucking horny.

He gave that a comment a bit of a laugh. "If it'll get me that far, sure. I was saying $80 for a blowjob. Don't even have to go anywhere, we can just do it in my car."

I opened up the door to his car and got in. I didn't even realize that meant I just agreed to it, but before I knew it I was sucking him off. He moaned, his hands touched my head, then made their way down to my breasts. I really didn't even know what was going on in a way, but it didn't take long for him to shoot his cum down my throat. I swallowed without even thinking about it. I was too busy orgasming to even think about much else, I'm actually pretty suprised that I was able to suck him enough to make him cum.

And that's how it started. I had sucked a guy off for $80 and a ride home. When I got home I played with my pussy for so long, Jason ended up coming home while I was still playing with myself. I fucked him, and that was the end of the night. The next day, it started registering what had happened. I had just cheated on my husband for a bit of money. I had been so horny, I couldn't resist. I didn't even think about it as being something wrong... at least, I don't think I did. I didn't really conscieously cheat... I had just been really horny and something happened without me thinking. I still loved Jason, but what the fuck was I supposed to tell him? I started feeling uncomfortable, like I had just ruined everything. But I knew I loved him, so I didn't think I could possibly ruin everything. I stopped going out to clubs for a while, then I started doing it even more than I had before. I'd dress naughtier and I'd fuck Jason harder. He loved it, he'd even encourage me to go out with friends because he knew how good we'd fuck afterwards.

But as much as I'd fuck to calm my sex drive, it would just get worse. I would be so pre-occupied with sex that I couldn't focus on work a lot of the time. I'd fuck Jason until he was done then I'd use dildos until I couldn't move anymore. And I started making a point to take little walks down the street late at night when I was going to clubs. It would turn me on thinking that anyone who saw me thought I was a hooker and was probably thinking about fucking me. It was such an unbelievable turn on to be looked at like a sex object, and it always led to the best sex when I got home.

That is, until Jason had to go away on a business trip. It almost sounded too cliche, he left on business and wouldn't be back for a week and now I was the lonely wife that was getting too horny. I made sure to dress like a hooker and walk around on the streets outside the club that night. I was too horny, I couldn't take it anymore. I was telling myself that I was not going to fuck, and that's how I let myself go out onto the street. I made sure to get pretty drunk, just to give myself more excuses. I wouldn't really do anything though, it was just to get horny and come home to play with myself. More things I kept telling myself. But I know I was just telling myself that so I could get into a situation that I couldn't say no.

That situation didn't happen too easily. Though I'm sure people thought I was a hooker, nobody actually came up to me to say anything. I wanted it so badly, I wanted everyone to think I was so sexy they had to fuck me. It was as some random guy was walking by that I got the trouble started. He was pretty hot, and I was hoping he thought I was a hooker. I was fantasizing about it so badly, I was thinking about telling him that I'd suck his cock for $20 as he walked by, just so that I could seem like a cheap dirty whore.

He stopped and looked at me. He looked me up and down like I was just a toy for him to play with. Then he said "Okay."

"What?" I asked

"Okay, $20. Where do you want to go?"

Oh my fucking god! It wasn't just a fantasy, I really HAD told him I'd suck his cock for $20! Again, there was that rush down to my pussy, it felt like it could explode right there without even being touched! I had never felt my pussy so stimulated before, I felt like I was cumming just from my thighs rubbing together. I really was having an orgasm right there, so hard of one that it made my legs weak. I dropped to the ground right there, which he took as "right here, right now". I'm so glad the street was empty there, because he pulled his cock out for me to suck right there. My mouth was hanging open because of my own orgasm, so he took it upon himself to grab my hair and pull my mouth onto his cock. I didn't even need to do anything, he fucked my mouth all he wanted. My skirt was hiking up enough for my pussy to be exposed, and I reached down to play with it. My cunt lips were so swollen and wet, it felt more amazing than anything else I had ever felt just touching them with my fingers. My moans of pleasure were kept quiet by his cock, though soon enough he was shooting his load down my throat. My throat was gaping and his penis was so far down it that I didn't even have to think about swallowing, his orgasm sent it right down.

Once he was done, he released my head and I slumped back against the wall. I was still coming and putting on quite a show. He didn't seem to want to stick around though, he dropped a twenty dollar bill on me and walked off quickly. I soon found out why he was in such a hurry.

A couple of guys were walking down the street. It was quite obvious what was going on, even from a distance, and so they headed straight over towards me. They were a couple of pretty clean cut white guys, and they certainly enjoyed the view. I kept playing with myself for a while before realizing that they were standing there.

"You still open for business?" one of them said.

"Fucking dickhead, whatever." the other one said.