Fucking hubby’s friend for money

**Fucking hubby’s friend for money**

I’m Lana. I’m twenty-three years old, and I’m married to Josh, who’s a bit older than me at thirty-two.

I met Josh when I was in uni when I started my part-time job at a clothing store. He was my supervisor at the time. We fell in love and got married, eventually.

It wasn’t easy, though.

Josh was what people considered a free spirit. He was a musician and was just passionate about life. It was easy to get sweep away with his enthusiasm and zest.

Suffice to say, my parents didn’t approve, but at the time, I was head over heels for him. I wanted to be with him forever, as far as I was concerned.

But then times got tough.

Two people working retail didn’t make a lot of money. Ever since the pandemic, our financial problems got worse. I had to drop out of uni- couldn’t afford the fees and I figured at the time that we were fine as long as we had each other.

I lost my job at the clothing store I worked at. Josh’s store had mass layoffs, but he managed to keep his job with reduced pay and longer hours.

So far, I had no luck finding a job to contribute to our ever mounting bills.

We borrowed some money from my parents to stay afloat, which was by far one of the most humiliating experiences in my life, but that didn’t last long, either.

The situation was made worse because his friends too. They all make more money than him, and had better careers. I mean, when you’re not making it as a musician, and you’re barely hanging onto a retail job, it wasn’t hard to surpass that. I never made my husband feel less of a man because of his job or aspirations, but it definitely was something that he was obsessed with.

Seeing all his friends doing well made him feel like shit.

It put a strain on our marriage, especially after I found out he started spending whatever cash he had on weed and wasting all his time on the Playstation.

We argued a lot, and I refused to go back to my parents to ask them for money again.

So, I decided to reach out to one of his friends, Daniel, for help.

I knew deep down, Daniel had a thing for me. It was in the little ways he looked at me, maybe a little too long or eagerness to help me in a small way, but I never did anything to inflame his feelings.

Maybe that’s why I went to him- I knew he was the most likely person to lend us money. Maybe that made me a bad person.

I rang Daniel and asked if he could meet up because I needed his help with something.

He was at work but said he could do lunch.

I put on a cornflower blue dress and heels and went to go meet him at a restaurant- he booked us in advance.

“You look beautiful,” he said, standing up to give me a kiss on the cheek as I found our table.

“You’re joking. I look terrible. Too many late nights stressing has ruined my complexion.”

Daniel had me in his arms, slightly longer than would normally be appropriate. He looked me up and down, drinking me in. “No, you’re as beautiful as I remember.”

It’s been so long that his sincere compliment warmed me right up.

We sat, and he had some wine ready for us.

Good quality stuff. The moment it washed down my throat, I could feel my stress fading. It was tempting to drink more, but I had to focus on why we’re here.

“What can I do to help, Lana? Not like you to call me,” Daniel asked.

I told him about Josh and my financial issues. In a way, it felt good just to vent. It was on my mind for so long, it felt like lancing a boil. All that badness just poured out of me. Daniel didn’t ask questions, he didn’t judge. All he did was listen intently.

When I was done ranting, I sighed, sunk into my seat, and downed the wine.

He reached over the table and clasped my hand. “Why don’t we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?” I heard the words came out of my mouth, but I think I knew what it was.

“There’s something I want, Lana. And only you can give it to me. I think you know what that is. Don’t misunderstand- I don’t see you as a cheap whore. I’m a businessman, though. I have no illusions about what it is. At least this way, there will be no attachments, no blurring of the lines.”

I brushed a lock of hair back behind my ear. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Think about it,” he said, smiling. There was no malice in his eyes. I believed it when he saw it as a simple transaction of sorts. And was it really that bad? Money that’ll help a lot. And I earned it. It wasn’t charity. And would it be too bad to do it with Daniel? He’s handsome, and he’s a straight shooter.

And it would be naïve to expect anything else- I was a married woman, after all. It felt like a weight would be taken off my shoulders, if I can go through with it.

“I’ll think about it.”

“No problem,” he smiled. “Right now I just want us to enjoy lunch together.”

***

God, I really needed that.

For the first time in a long while, I was actually laughing and having a good time with Daniel. I almost forgotten what happiness felt like. We talked about anything and everything and he didn’t push the subject. It was just nice to not have to think about shit.

We were driving across the city in his car, which was a nice change from the bus. All that tension evaporating seemed to have taken my energy with it, too.

Then I felt something clasp my hand.

Daniel held his hand over mine.

It was reflex more than anything. Caught off guard, I took my hand back. A part of me worried if I hurt his feelings, but at the same time, it wasn’t like I could ask him that.

There was an awkward silence, and we listened to a few songs on the radio.

“Have you thought about it any more?”

“Will we keep this between us?”

“Of course. I won’t want to get you into trouble.”

“And it’ll be a onetime thing?”

He looked at me. “Lana. I don’t give a shit about the money. What I do care about is you being in trouble. I don’t like seeing you like this. If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you struggle. But the fact is, you’re not. I like to see this as a chance for you to help yourself without having to rely on charity.”

He put his hand back on mine. This time, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.

“I always liked you,” he said, his hand stroking my wrist.

“I have Josh’s feelings to consider.”

“Has he ever considered your feelings?”

“No. But he’s going through a rough patch right now.”

“He’s being a man-child, is what it is. What kind of guy let his wife do all the heavy lifting? I get it, women are capable, but a man’s got his pride too. He can’t be fucked to make the damn effort, and it pisses me off. He’s dragging you down with him.”

I should’ve defended my husband, said something. But I agreed with Daniel. He gave up a long time ago.

Daniel’s hand rested on my knee, caressing me and moving his hand higher up.

I didn’t stop him.

He took that as a positive sign and moved his hand under my dress.

“I won’t force myself on you, Lana. Tell me to stop, and I will. But if I can push my luck with you, I will.”

My brain stopped working. I didn’t want him to stop. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched with any affection.

And Daniel had been so gentle and understanding to me.

It’d be a lie to say that I didn’t find him physically attractive too. He was the type of man who had no problem getting women’s attention.

So why would he want to pay for a frump like me?

A moan escaped my lips. He was getting bold. His hand danced up under my skirt and teased the edge of my panties.

“Daniel…” I whimpered.

“Come back to my place,” he groaned, his fingers feeling the damp heat between my legs.

I didn’t protest as he changed route.

As soon as we got through the front door, he had me up against the wall and pressed his lips against mine.

I moaned, momentarily stunned by the intensity.

His hands were everywhere- grabbing my hips and ass… Even pawing my breasts.

“Daniel…”

“Be mine just for today.”

I groaned. He was too close, smelled too fucking good. How long has it been since I felt wanted?

He took me to the sofa.

I sat on his lap, letting him kiss and fondle me. A burning excitement boiled in my gut as I let myself get lost in his rhythm. He felt so warm and solid. Unlike my husband, who was turning to waste, Daniel clearly kept his stayed in shape.

“Show me your body. Strip for me.”

I stood, my face flushing with embarrassment. “I’m nothing special, I’m afraid.”

He didn’t say anything. he looked at me.

I sighed.

I pulled my dress up and over my head, feeling rather silly in nothing but my bra and panties, exposing myself to another man.

A breath left his mouth. His gaze was wolfen, drinking me all in.

A tendril of excitement crawled up my spine.

I reached around behind me and unstrapped my bra, my breathing becoming heavier as he looked at my uncovered breasts.

“Beautiful,” edging closer to me and hooking an arm around my torso.

With a hand, he groped my breast. I moaned as goosebumps bloomed under his touch.

“Daniel,” I whispered, biting my lower lip as he played with my nipple, getting rock hard under his fingertips.

“I always wanted you.”

“God,” I moaned, cradling his head and guiding his lips over my nipple.

He groaned and suckled on me. Sparks of pleasure coursed through me.

As his tongue rolled around my nipple, I glanced down and saw a thick bulge in his trousers.

A sudden hunger tightened in my throat. I wanted to make him feel good, too. His eyes caught my gaze, and he smiled.

“I wanna to find out what that mouth of yours can do. I apologize if I’m being crass, but you being here has a way of bringing the animal out of me.”

“H-how much are we talking about?”

“Spoken like a true professional. Would five hundred be enough?”

I swallowed. That would cover rent and shave off the mounting debts we have. And maybe I’d be able to have some real food too. “Yes, that would be plenty.”

“We’re going to enter a contract now, Lana. You accept my terms, I expect you to deliver.”

“Okay.”

“Sex is obviously on the table. But I want to feel like you’re making love to me. I want the full girlfriend experience. Don’t worry, I won’t cheat you and neg on the money. I simply want it to be more than you lying there and waiting for it to be over with.”

“Okay,” I said. To be honest, this scenario was kinda hot, if I ignored the whole prostitute angle. I dunno, maybe that made it hot, too. Daniel is a hot client, and I was to do everything in my power to please him. There were worst guys to be doing such things with.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, sir?”

“By all means.”

Daniel sat on his sofa casually.

I got on my knees in front of him, the cold marble pressed against my kneecaps. My hands shook as I fumbled with his belt buckle.

He grabbed my hand. “Relax, you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. I want you to enjoy this too.”

I nodded and caught my breath. Then I played with his buckle, slowly this time. I managed to free the belt, but I struggled to pull the zipper over the thick bulge between his legs.

Daniel laughed and unzipped it for me. I gasped as his cock snaked out. It was fucking huge. Way bigger than Josh’s. My face flushed with heat for even comparing them.

“Are you ready?”

I paused a moment, just looking at it. It was thick, curved and very angry looking. Now and then it twitched. “I don’t want to mess this up. I haven’t done it for a long time.”

“Trust me, Lana, I will enjoy it no matter what you do. I fantasised about you for a long time, and now you’re doing this… It’s more than a dream come true.”

“Thank you, I guess,” I replied.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, earning a low, satisfied hiss from Daniel. It felt so wrong, touching another man’s dick. I tightened my grip, tugging at his shaft, trying not to think about how soft and velvety it was.

Daniel’s hands gripped the edge of the sofa, his stomach muscles tightening and relaxing under my touch. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I had a power over a man. It was like a thrum of energy. Knowing that he wanted me so badly, even my touch turned him into putty.

“Wow,” I whispered as a pearl of precum beaded out of his tip.

I got up close to his member. The musky scent of male arousal was intoxicating. The tip of my tongue came out and lapped up his excitement.

Daniel jolted from the sudden stimulation. “Shit,” he groaned.

Encouraged, I opened my mouth wider and took his head into me.

“That’s it, oh fuck.”

There was a salty-sweet taste to his dick. It wasn’t bad. I tried to ignore the growing ache inside me. I ground my thighs together, trying not to think how I’m on my knees sucking another man off, while my husband was home doing nothing, as my head bobbed up and down his shaft.

A moan escaped my lips- I was getting too into this.

“Lana, get up. I’m going to blow my load if you keep doing that.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I said, kissing the side of his shaft as I carried on pumping him.

“Get up.”

I did, and he took me by my hand and led me to his bedroom.

I lay on his bed, propping myself up by my elbows as I took a moment to appreciate Daniel’s body. He was all muscle and hard edges. Even without the money, I probably would’ve wanted him. Maybe the money gave me the excuse I needed to go through with this.

His cock was rock hard and slick with his precum and my saliva. Without thinking about it, my fingers teased my pussy, feeling how wet I was for him. God, I felt like a bitch in heat.

Daniel climbed on top of me, using his leg to pry my legs wider.

I moaned as he grabbed his cock and ran it up and down my slit, tingling as our sex touched.

“Do you have a condom?” I breathed.

“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face in my breasts.

I reached down and grabbed his cock, throbbing with need. “Maybe just a taste,” I whispered, and guided his tip right against my entrance.

Moaned with an audible gasp as I loosened my fingers, letting him push forward. He was thick as a plum, pushing up against the inner walls of my pussy as he entered.

Before I lost all control, I pushed against his rock hard abdominal muscles with one hand, and gripped his length with the other, refusing to let him plunge right into me.

“Fucking hell. You’re killing me here, Lana.”

“Condom?”

He groaned. “Yeah, I’ll get one now.”

I relaxed my grip, and he sank deeper into me, letting out an animal noise from inside his throat.

“Shit.”

“You can fuck me like this,” I whispered into his ear. “But it’ll cost you more.”

“How much more?”

“Another hundred.”

He groaned, but his cock pulsed desperately inside me.

“Fuck it, yeah, whatever. I need it.”

I giggled and let go. Then my eyes went wide as something feral took over inside him, and he gripped me by the hips and impaled his cock all the way inside me, from root to tip.

“Oh, God..!” I cried out.

His arm muscles tightened, and he lifted my ass up a little off the bed, so he could drive his cock in and out of me, hard. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust.

“So fucking tight,” he growled. “Josh is an idiot not looking after you.”

The mention of my husband’s name made my pussy tighten around his cock. It was so wrong, but in a way, it felt perfect. Maybe that made me a bad woman, but this felt like payback for all the times he just didn’t give a fuck about me.

And no someone else if giving me that fuck.

Daniel was on top of me, all sweat and muscle. My fingers raked his back as I called his name.

“Goddamn. You’re just too much, Lana. I don’t think I can keep in it for much longer.”

A cold, dark thrill crawled up my spine. “For another hundred, you can cum in me.”

He let out a hiss.

“C’mon, Daniel. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about what it would be like to fill my pussy with cum,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him to me, taking his mouth against mine. I tasted his kiss, deep and frantic.

“Give me your cum,” I whispered.

A sharp sting bit at my sides as he held me down tight, driving his hips hard into me. All I could do was just take it, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. For too long, Josh made me feel like nothing more than a piece of meat to empty his load into. What a strange irony that although Daniel was paying me for the privilege, I felt more appreciated by him than I ever did with Josh.

“I’m cumming,” he grunted.

I yelped as I felt his cock swell inside me. Quickly, my hand found my clit as I brought myself over the edge, eager to cum with him.

The whole world went white as I braced myself desperately against him. My body shuddered as bolts of white hot pleasure coursed through me. A part of my brain was conscious of the fact that Daniel was cumming inside me, unloading his entire essence into my waiting pussy.

Spent, he collapsed on top of me and we just lay there for a while, gasping and panting.

“Lemme take a picture,” Daniel said, suddenly reaching for his phone.

He eased out of me and told me to keep my legs wide open for him.

“I don’t want my face in it.”

“No problem.”

He was snapping shots of my pussy full of his cum, leaking out and running down my legs, soaking the bedsheets.

After, he grabbed me a towel for me to clean up.

“You some kind of perv or something? Didn’t strike you as a picture taking kind of guy.”

“I’m not. But this is a precious occasion for me, Lana. I wanted you for years. I don’t care if I needed money to make it happen. I have no regrets.”

“You know, I don’t regret it either. For some reason, I thought I would feel cheaper than this. This feels more like an affair than flat out whoring myself out.”

He reached out and touched my arm. “For what it’s worth, I don’t and I will never see you like that.”

“I believe you.”

After we dressed, he told me he wired the money over.

I checked, and he was true to his word- the full £700. I was still in shock at the money. It didn’t even feel like work.

“I’m not going to make a habit of this, you know,” I said to him at the front door.

He smiled at me. “I didn’t expect anything more than a one-time thing.”

“I mean, this isn’t a new career path for me- having sex with men for money. But I’m not opposed to doing it with just you.”

That gave him a pause. “With or without money?”

I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sure you can afford me.”

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