“You can earn a lot of money doing these fuck gigs, Emma. Also, you may want to know that all of my girls absolutely love the sex. Some can’t get enough.”
“Do their husbands permit them to fuck other men for money?”
“Yup. Every one of my girls has a consenting hubby.”
“Are there no single girls, Tiffany?”
“My clients want to fuck married women, preferably ones who have had kids. I have a couple of girls who are lactating and they are in massive demand.”
“Steve loved that too after I gave birth. It was exhausting, but I found it fulfilling too.”
“Shall I sign you up, Em?”
“It seems almost too good to be true, but in my case there is no way Steve will agree to it.”
We hit the same impasse every time this conversation came up. Tiffany, one of my oldest friends, was also the manager of a prostitution ring specialising in providing hotwives to those clients with such proclivities.
The girls were drop dead gorgeous, extremely athletic, and most of them were my friends. They’d discreetly revealed to me that Tiffany was a great boss, and the work was enjoyable.
“The clients all pay well, Emma, because I provide the best and cleanest MILF Hotwife pussy. I’ve got to say that you’d be in high demand because none of the other girls come close.”
“It’s a lovely compliment. At least I think it is, Tiff.”
“Can I ask hun. What are you like in the sack?”
“Umm, well, err, fuck, that’s a difficult question. I’ve had no complaints.”
“Will you do other girls?”
“Yes.”
“What about multiple guys at the same time?”
“Yes.”
I blushed, averting my eyes because I’d never fucked around outside marriage and now, I mean right now, my pussy was gushing with a thin rivulet of shame trickling down my right thigh just thinking about it.
“Do you have any toys in the house?”
“What sort of toys, Tiff?”
“Clit and pussy fuck toys, babe. What did you think I meant?”
“Umm, I wasn’t sure. Yeah, I do have toys, but why do you ask?”
“Would you do a private show so I can get a feel for how good a fuck you are? I promise not to touch and I’ll sit discreetly, judging for myself at the end.”
“Fucking hell Tiff. That’s a bit weird don’t you think?”
“You need to decide babe. If you want to do this, I can’t take you on without a credible reference, trial fuck, or some tangible evidence that you aren’t frigid. I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Fucking me too Tiff.”
“Perhaps we should forget about it.”
I thought for a moment having embarked on this journey to raise some extra money to buy my husband an important gift. I wanted the sex too and craved Steve’s permission but was terrified to broach the subject.
“Follow me upstairs but hands off and no recording.”
“Of course.”
Upstairs, I rummaged through my panty drawer, fishing out the multi speed rabbit with clitoral tickler that had become my staple masturbation pal. Tiffany had the most lascivious expression when I presented it for her to see.
“Black and big, that’s promising.”
“I don’t discriminate babe. Any colour is fine by me… well, it, err, used to be before I met my husband, anyway. Oh god, let’s get on with this. I squirt a lot so stay far away.”
I stripped off, feeling a little conscious about being watched. I’d fucked women before and enjoyed it, but nothing organic other than mine or my husband’s fingers, his cock or tongue had passed betwixt my labia since we’d met.
To raise my ass high, I placed two pillows across the center of the bed, then crawled over the duvet, positioning myself on them.
“Can I inspect how well you shave your pussy, please, Em?”
“Umm okay, yeah I guess.”
Tiffany moved close until I felt her hot breath waft across my labia, eliciting more hormonal juicing that my swollen lips could just about hold back.
“That’s the most beautiful cunt on my books babe, and you’re fucking drenched. You also smell like love at first sight. This pussy is going to be popular.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I fucked myself into oblivion, thrashing around the bed to the extent it was wrecked and needed to be remade afterwards. Tiffany was wide eyed watching me and I thought she might need relief herself.
I screamed the place down just thinking of how my best friend may sell my cunt for cash and what that would mean to my marriage. I squirted, soaking my sheets, and I watched my best friend agog when my pussy clenched and unclenched the latex dildo, squeezing it hard as I crashed into a tsunami or orgasmic bliss.
When I descended from climax ridge, Tiffany took my slimy rabbit to the ensuite bathroom to clean it. Through my bedroom mirror I saw her greedily suck my juices off the black, creamy smeared dildo before running it under a tap. I didn’t mind because we were best friends and I had put on quite a show.
When she returned, I was dressed, and we went back downstairs where I made another coffee.
“Will you do it then, Em?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Okay babe. I have a gangbang booking if you’d like to take them on?”
“How many guys, Tiffany?”
“Four.”
“Will you be there?”
“Of course, Em. I’ll be handy with wipes, lube and anything else you need.”
“Lube?”
“Just in case, is all. They always ask ahead and pay more if they want anal and these guys haven’t.”
“Okay, let’s do it.”
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