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I Fucked Your Wife, By: Guy New York“So, um, how much is it?” Mark asked. There had been an awkward silence leading up to the question. In fact, if you listened carefully, you could have heard at least two people breathing quite loudly while I stood calmly nearby trying to decide on a number.Mark was the perfect mark. He had been contemplating this particular fantasy for a very long time but had only recently screwed up the courage to do anything about it. It was possible it took him that long to convince her to go along, but from the look on Jessica’s face that was the least likely option. No, it was far more likely that Mark had simply had enough of keeping his secret and one night he blurted out his darkest fantasy to his unsuspecting wife. Who frankly appeared to be somewhat relieved by the entire situation even though she was visibly nervous. But who wouldn’t be?“For two-hundred-fifty dollars, you can undress her for me,” I said.They looked at me with a certain amount of curiosity and trepidation. I’m just over six feet tall, but while I’m a city boy, I look like I recently walked off a sailboat in Maine after six months at sea. I have a constant two-day beard which keeps me looking the exact right amount of dangerous.“Are you serious? That’s ridiculous.”“I think maybe I misunderstood your interests. I can go now.”“Wait, no, it’s just strange is all. What do I get out of that?”I walked closer to Jessica with a smile that was somewhere between mischievous and hungry. I reached out one hand as if to caress her face, but stopped before actually touching her. It wouldn’t do to give anything away for free. Jessica resisted the urge to reach out to me, although I could tell it was a struggle. But it was her husband’s idea, so he could bloody well make the decisions.“You get to see me look at her, Mark.”I was quiet when I spoke, but still, I didn’t move away. I was so close to Jessica that my potential customer was visibly trembling. “You get to stand your naked wife in front of a stranger and see the look in my eye that tells you I want to fuck her.”“Here,” Mark said, stepping closer to the scene. He peeled off three bills and stuffed them into my hand as he licked his lips. I stepped back a few feet and crossed my arms over my chest after gently folding the bills and slipping them into my pocket.Well then. This might be fun after all.“Go ahead,” I told him. “Undress her for me.”Jessica looked over her shoulder as her husband’s trembling fingers began to pull down the zipper on her dress. He could hardly see her as he fumbled with her clothes, and she found him both pathetic and endearing, a combination that had occurred to her multiple times before.“Are you sure?” she asked him one last time. Mark only nodded as he began to peel the fabric off her shoulders. She gently stepped out of the dress until she stood between us in a matching set of lace underwear. It had been an anniversary present a few years ago, a fact which both members of the couple were well aware.“I like what I see so far,” I said, smiling at her. I made no motion to move closer, however, and Mark looked frantically back and forth between his wife and me. “Continue.”Less than a minute later Jessica stood completely naked in the center of the room except for her heels and a simple strand of pearls. For the first time that evening she began to wonder if her husband would follow through with the entire plan, and if so how she would respond. It was appealing in theory, but the rugged man standing in front of her made her nervous as much as he excited her.“What now?” Mark asked as he watched me step closer. Once again I reached out a hand but paused before touching her. I moved my cupped fingers over her body just inches away as if sculpting her out of clay. When my hand finally moved between her slightly parted legs, Mark was overwhelmed with emotion. “Please.”“For another two-fifty, I’ll touch her and let her suck my cock. Assuming the young lady is interested,” I added as if an afterthought. Technically I should charge more to let the wife beg, but I was feeling generous. And besides, she was an attractive woman, and that did make my job simpler.“She’ll do it,” Mark said, licking his lips as he stepped back. Once more he handed over the bills and watched with bated breath. The moment I pocketed the cash, I reached up again, and this time I touched her. Jessica stood perfectly still as I traced the outline of her jaw before moving down to circle her neck with my large hand. She held her breath as I moved lower, caressing her shoulder before gently sliding over her left breast, my touch a whisper. Her nipples grew hard in an instant and Mark’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room.“She’s quite pretty,” I said, looking over at the shivering husband. “In fact, she’s beautiful. Do you think she’s wet too? Do you think your wife is wet simply from standing here naked as I touch her?”“Check,” Mark said, sitting down on the couch as if without a choice. “Please tell me.”“Your husband wants to know if you’re wet,” I said, leaning in to whisper in Jessica’s ear. “Are you? Are you wet as you wonder how far he’ll go and how much he’ll pay? Do you think he’ll do it? Let me fuck you that is?”“What did he say!” Mark moaned from the couch, watching as I slid my hand down to Jessica’s ass. I cupped her forcibly and pulled her body against mine as I leaned in and gently kissed her neck.“He wants to know if I’m wet,” she said, trying to focus on both men at the same time. “He wants to know if you’ll let him fuck me.”“What do you want?” Mark asked her, his hand moving involuntarily to his hardened cock. He touched himself through the thin fabric of his trousers as I slowly moved my hand around his wife’s body before parting her legs and tracing her lips with an almost imperceptible touch.“I don’t know,” she whispered, leaning her head down onto my shoulder. She could feel me pressing against her stomach, my cock hard and large as I held her, barely touching her. Just as she thought to say more, I pushed two fingers inside her to find her as wet as she could remember being in months. I didn’t move them but instead held her still, feeling her open so easily to accommodate my fingers.“He’s paid for you to suck my cock,” I whispered. “Would you like that?”“Yes,” she sighed as I gently pushed her to the ground.“Shall we see how she does?” I asked, looking over at Mark who sat staring like a schoolboy at a strip club.“Yes, please. Let me see it. Suck his cock for me, Jessica. Please do it.”“I think he’s almost as eager as you are,” I said, reaching down to unzip my trousers. It was a scene I had done a hundred times before, but it was fun all the same. It was especially enjoyable when both parties were equally excited about the game. I pulled my mostly hard cock from my pants to the sound of two audible gasps.I know that I have done nothing in life to have earned my sizeable weapon, but that doesn’t mean I’m not proud. If for no other reason than that I’ve found a good use for it. As Jessica reached up and wrapped her fingers around me, I sighed in a rare moment of pleasure. She opened her mouth just seconds later, and Mark leaned in closer as he watched his wife attempt to fit my cock in her mouth. While she was no means a professional, she did come close to taking most of it, and she managed to avoid using her teeth.“Oh god, that’s so hot,” Mark said. “Do you like it, Jess? Do you like sucking that big cock? Please tell me you do.”“It’s huge,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. “Am I doing alright?”“You’re doing fine dear,” I said, pushing her down once more until she gagged just enough for everyone in the room to feel like they were getting their money’s worth. She bobbed up and down a few more times as her hand slid between her legs to touch herself. On occasion, she looked over at her husband, but she was primarily focused on trying to get this strange man into her throat so she might impress him.“I want you to fuck her,” Mark blurted out. I turned to look at him as I thrust faster into the woman’s mouth.“It’s five hundred dollars.”I nearly felt guilty, because I knew at this point the man would most likely sign over his home to watch his fantasy play out. And of course, this would not be the end of it. I’d met a hundred men like Mark, and I had a strong suspicion of how the next few minutes would go.“I’ll pay it,” Mark said, “Please do it. I need to see it. Please.”“Would you like that?” I asked Jessica, pulling her up by the chin so I could look in her eyes. “Would you like me to fuck you?”“Yes,” she said, her hand moving up and down him with great determination. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”I smiled at them both as I removed my jacket and hung it on the back of a nearby chair. Then I pulled the young woman up by her arm and stood her in front of her husband. In a moment of charity, I slipped my fingers between her legs directly in front of Mark’s face and spread her wider. I kissed the side of her neck and choked her ever so slightly so she that she sighed out her want one more time.“Open this,” Thomas said, tossing a condom to the husband.“Don’t worry about it,” Mark said, throwing it to one side. “Just fuck her like that.”I sighed as I bent Mark’s wife forward, my cock now pressing between her legs and rubbing against her in eager anticipation. This was where it always got tricky.“That will be another five hundred,” I said, teasing Jessica mercilessly.“But that’s absurd! I thought you’d prefer it that way! I’m offering you the chance to fuck my wife without a condom on, and you’re trying to charge me more money? It’s absurd.”“Please,” Jessica said, looking up at her husband. “Please just do it.”“It may be absurd,” I said, stepping back. “But it is nevertheless the price. If you would like to watch me fuck your wife without a condom on, it will be another five hundred dollars. I’m perfectly happy to wear one. It’s no difference to me.”“Oh god, it’s not fair,” Mark said shaking his head even as he pulled his erect cock from his pants. “Please.”“Do you agree?” Thomas asked. “If you agree, we can proceed.”“We can use a condom,” Jessica whispered. “I don’t mind. Please just don’t let him stop.”“No, do it like that,” Mark said, looking up with tears streaming down his face. “I don’t care. I’ll pay it, but if you charge me more not to pull out I swear to god….”His chatter was cut off by his wife’s moan as I pushed her forward until she was kneeling over her husband’s lap with my thick cock buried inside her in one swift motion. I thrust into her again, filling her completely as she screamed out, and it was done.It felt like an hour that we stood there fucking as Mark touched himself more and more frantically, but I knew it was barely ten minutes. It was, however, time to switch positions. Without a word, I pulled out of the woman and guided her to the couch where I lay her down with her head on her husband’s lap. I crawled between her legs once more as she looked up into Mark’s eyes.“Spread her open for me,” I said, my voice a deep and gentle command. Mark reached over without hesitating and spread his wife’s pussy for my bare cock. He stared in awe as I slid inside her once more time, and none of it felt real. After so many years of fantasizing, he was watching her get fucked, and the man that was doing it was not only bigger but also wholly bare. It was nearly too much for him to handle, and if he hadn’t had one more thing on his list, he might have allowed himself to finish.“Does it feel good?” He asked Jessica. She moaned and reached up to take his hand as I once more began to fuck her in long deep strokes. My strong arms and shoulders held me up as I slipped in and out of her again and again as Mark held her open for my abuse. While I could last as long as was necessary, I hoped that the husband might push the matter forward.“He feels so good,” Jessica moaned again, reaching a hand down to rub herself.“Does he feel better than me?” Mark asked, his voice a rattle of dry bones.“Yes,” she screamed out, this time no longer holding back. “His cock is so good; he feels so much better. Please fuck me harder. Don’t stop.”I leaned forward and began to fuck her harder and faster. I reached one hand up to her throat and squeezed her gently before my penultimate service. As I looked down at her pretty face, I smiled at the husband one more time and then leaned in, and kissed her open mouth like I was in love.Jessica’s legs wrapped around me an instant later as she began to come around my pulsing cock. I continued to kiss her and choke her as I thrust inside her and I could feel her clench around me as she began to call out.“Oh god, he’s making me come!” she screamed.“Do it too,” Mark said, looking up at me as he said it. “Come inside my wife. Please come inside her!”I had to stifle a bit of a laugh as I kissed the girl one more time and then bottomed out within her. She did feel good, and their excitement was nearly contagious, but it was nevertheless years of practice instead of good old-fashioned lust that allowed me to release within the woman. Jessica screamed out again as she came and came, and I leaned up, thrusting into her as I began to come. I pulled out of her for just a moment so her husband might be provided with proof, and then I was back inside her letting go of what was left.“The money is in my wallet,” Mark said, standing up the second the deed was done. Impatience shone in his eyes, and it was clear that my work was done. “Now go!”I pulled himself together as I stood back, and while I buttoned my shirt, I watched Mark dive between his wife’s legs, first with his open mouth and then with his cock as he held her down and began to call her a long string of nasty names. I quickly found the thousand dollars they had agreed upon and slid it into my pocket next to the previous five hundred. It was a good hour’s work in spite of it being a Saturday night.I didn’t need to look back to know that Mark started to come almost the second he entered his wife. I also didn’t need to look back to know that she was watching me walk out the door with a look of lust and love in her eyes that I would rather avoid. As I closed the door behind me, I heard the sound of a man starting to sob, and I quickly slipped my headphones into my ears before turning the corner and walking the short few blocks to the subway.It was only nine o’clock, which meant the bar would be starting to fill up. And surely my friends would be there. At least one or two of them. Maybe a drink or two would wash the taste from my mouth and perhaps it wouldn’t. But the money burning a hole in my pocket would at least get me drunk enough not to think about it.