Wife’s call girl fantasy, Part 2

Julie bent forward taking hold of his belt and unfastened it. Once undone she knelt down and lowered his zip. His trousers fell to the floor and she pulled down his underpants revealing an uncut prick which was getting harder each second. She took hold of it with her right hand and started to masturbate it making it rock hard. She pulled the foreskin back revealing the swollen purple head which she fed straight into her mouth. I’d never seen her so unreserved and wanton and she began to fuck his prick back and forth with her mouth. He groaned loudly whilst holding her head with his hands whilst she sucked him, her lipstick smearing up and down the length of his cock.

She did this to me but rarely like this and certainly not so deeply. She really was playing the role of whore perfectly. She continued to suck and wank him for what seemed like ages during which he was saying things like “Suck it you whore, deeper you bitch, go on suck it, suck my cock.” She continued doing as he bid until he announced he was going to come. This only served to encourage her to suck him harder and even more deeply. The tip of his prick must surely be touching the back of her throat! His grunts got louder until he moaned “I’m coming, I’m coming you slut!” at which he thrust his hips ferociously towards her. He was quite loud when he came but what surprised me most of all was that Julie didn’t take his cock out of her mouth but started to swallow, something she didn’t do for me! However she couldn’t manage it all and some of it spilled out onto her cheeks and dribbled down onto her tits.

He collapsed back onto the bed where he lay for a few minutes telling her how wonderful she sucked cock. She had gone to the fridge and removed a bottle of champagne we had placed there earlier. She opened it and asked “Am I worth the money then?” The dirty bitch I thought, she really was into this.

“Don’t forget I paid to fuck you as good as that blow job was.” he said.
“ Think you can manage to get it up again to get the rest of your purchase?” she responded, unzipping her dress. She opened it to reveal a black Basque laced with red lace edged bra cups. This was holding her tits beautifully and was clipped to a sheer pair of black lace top stockings, finished off with a matching black and red thong which hid her pussy – just! She looked stunning and oh so damned sexy and he told her so.

As she stood there she poured two glasses of champagne and walked across to the bed placing her right leg up on the edge of the mattress, a deliberate act no doubt which looked so sexy. She handed him a glass and asked “You able to manage it again?”

“With the right encouragement, I’m sure I can” he said laughing.

“And that kind of encouragement would be?” she said teasing him, but all the time stroking her pussy underneath her tiny thong. “This work for you?”

“Oh yes.” he replied and shuffling onto his elbows to raise himself up to enjoy the view. She just stood there stroking herself with her leg raised on the edge of the bed. I don’t know about him but I was as hard as an iron rod in the wardrobe. Seeing my wife behave like this was proving to be the kind of turn on I could never have imagined.

Eventually she said “I want to lie down while you stand and watch.”

She exchanged places with him, lying down in the middle of the bed. She was still wearing her heels which I loved because they shaped the calves of her leg perfectly. She has gorgeous legs and I love it when she wears high heels. On doing so she put her glass down and then began to run her hands up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her mound over the thin silk thong. She slipped her hand under the material and it was obvious from her face and the moans from her mouth that she was playing with herself. She pulled her thong to one side revealing her splayed pussy lips which were a wonderful deep red colour, her juice oozing from her. The guy was now sat in a chair watching her avidly having undressed himself fully. He was still limp but showing twitches of returning to full hardness.
Julie reached for the champagne and held it above her pussy, slowly tipping it until some of the sparkling fluid poured slowly onto her cunt. She let out a loud groan, no doubt feeling the effervescence bubbling over her proud clit. She moaned saying  “You like the taste of champagne don’t you? Ever drunk it like this?”

He barely seemed to realise what she had said but quickly came round and knelt in front of her, legs either side of his head, before lowering his mouth to her cunt. I know she loves oral sex and she obviously enjoyed this. The guy was really getting into it and licked away for all his worth. From the intensity of her moans he had apparently found her clit and responding to her noises concentrated on it. Her moans were really building now which seemed to act as encouragement to him as his licking and sucking appeared to get more fervent. Her groans grew with each lick until they blended into one long moan as she shook visibly, a sign I recognised all too obviously as she came. The small of her back lifted clear from the bed as she did so before collapsing back exhausted on the bed.

All this activity had now stirred his prick and he was now hard again. He climbed on the bed hovering over Julie as he moved his cock closer to her cunt. He lowered his hips towards her and slipped his cock into her soaking hole. It was his turn to moan now as he entered her and she moved slightly under him to ease his access.

Slowly he began to move, back and forth, back and forth as his thrusts towards her womb got deeper and deeper. He continued to fuck her like that for some time, stopping now and then, much to her frustration and presumably to stop himself from coming. However it wasn’t that long before he resumed his thrusts and Julie was now starting to come round from her own climax and was responding by timing her own thrusts with his so they collided with their forward momentum apparently ensuring he went as deep as possible.

“Am I a whore then?” she cried.
“Oh yes you are,” he replied, “You’re just a cheap slut who fucks for money!”
” I am aren’t I?” she shouted. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Deeper, harder, you’ve paid for it haven’t you?”
“Oh I’m getting my moneys worth you dirty whore,” he growled in reply.

The aroma and atmosphere in the room was incredible and I couldn’t believe I was finding her behaviour so arousing. My own cock was now hurting it was so hard and it wouldn’t be long before I had to relieve myself!

The sounds coming from the bed added to my arousal. I could hear the squelch of her cunt as his cock pounded her. I knew how wet she could get and along with the champagne she had poured into herself earlier was contributing to the most disgusting yet horny of noises.

By now his thrusts were getting faster and faster. He had collapsed forward and was supporting himself on his elbows. The sight of her stocking clad legs tipped with those sexy high heeled shoes spread wide, her head bent backwards and a stranger fucking her ferociously was too much! Any feelings of jealousy I had, had disappeared and were now replaced with nothing but sexual desire. I never anticipated feeling like this.

The guys thrusting continued faster and faster, with him pulling his cock back to the tip of her cunt before ramming it back deep into her.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned.

This served to encourage her even more. “Faster faster, go on fuck me you bastard. “Come inside me.”
Then her back went straight and his thrust slowed down to a more deliberate but forceful manner. His eyes closed and his head arched backward, as he thrust forward one more time. He was obviously coming as his face turned from one of intensity to one of ecstasy as he released his load inside my wife. He continued to thrust as he came again but more spasmodically, grunting as he did so. Julie’s face was a picture, a dreamy expression spreading across her. She wasn’t coming again but obviously enjoying the warmth sensation as his cream filled her deeply.

Eventually they subsided, he rolled off her, leaving her lying there looking as sexy as I had ever seen her. Her legs still spread wide, her pussy wide open now, giving a view deep inside her cunt revealing a glimpse of his come now slowly oozing out of her. Framed by her stockings the site was incredible. She really did look like a slut! As they both recovered he noticed the clock at the side of the bed showing it was still only 9.40pm.

“Well,” he spoke. “I think my times up.”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice barley audible. “Was I worth it then?”

“Every penny my dear.” the guy said. “How are you going to explain the money to your husband I wonder though?”

“Let me worry about that,” Julie replied. “I’ll just have to treat him won’t I? I’ll think of something. Look, I hope you don’t mind but I’ve never done this before and I don’t know where he is, you’d best go, ok?”

“No problem dear,” said the stranger. “If ever you’re in this area again and would like to earn some more money, then I’m here most weekends ok?”

“Ok,” said Julie, “But I’m not from here. This is the first time here and I’m not sure I’d come back, after all I can’t help but wonder what the staff in the bar thought.”

“Rest assured, they won’t say anything. They value my custom far too much” he said, by now dressing as he talked. “I’ll leave you in peace and thank you for letting me be your first ever paying customer. It was worth the price for that privilege alone. You really could make a fortune at it you know.”

He was heading for the door and Julie was up on her feet following him. As he opened the door he turned and gave her a light kiss on her cheek before leaving. She turned and entered the bathroom. This was my cue to open the wardrobe and step out still wondering what to do. I did the only thing I could think of and that was to also leave the room wondering about what I was going to say about where I’d been and where. Then the thought occurred to me that I wasn’t the one who had something to explain but Julie had! I wondered what she would say and what this meant for the future.