Amanda and Matt shared a long glance as the question hung in the air, unanswered.
Both understood that this decision could change their relationship; neither understood just how it would change.
It was clear to Amanda that her husband wanted her to answer, “Yes.” And clear that he was not as surprised by the question as she was.
It made some sense – Chris was a friend and former boss of Matt’s. Around ten years older than either Matt or Amanda, he was a semi-regular visitor at their home. Everything he said with his mouth had always been scrupulously polite and charming, but what he said with his deep blue eyes told a different story. Amanda had always secretly rather enjoyed the way he checked her out when he thought her husband wouldn’t notice. In her opinion, the slight greying at the temples gave Chris a certain mature sexiness. And his subtly expensive but mostly elegant clothing choices impressed her too. Especially the way they showed off his muscular frame. By comparison, Matt was a slob at heart and never interested in spending money on clothing. This was mostly a good thing, since their family finances had long been tight.
So the offer of five thousand dollars was tempting. But she had never done anything quite like what Chris was asking in return.
“So,” she said, “you would just watch Matt and me...” She paused, worrying that if she couldn’t even say the word that had popped into her head in front of Chris, how would she be able to perform the act? “Watch us make love?”
“No,” Chris said.
“Oh.” Amanda blushed a little. “This could be an embarrassing misunderstanding. What did you mean then – ‘pay to watch us’?”
Chris stared into her eyes as she looked up. “I don’t want to watch you making love.”
Amanda felt a strange mix of confusion, relief and, if she was totally honest with herself, disappointment.
But Chris quickly clarified. “I want to watch you getting fucked.”
She could feel her blush deepening, but couldn’t break the eye contact.
Chris continued, “I want to hear you moan in delight, and to see you shudder in ecstasy. I don’t want to see a married couple making love; I want to see you release your inner sex freak.”
Amanda’s mouth had fallen open, and was dry. Other parts were not. It felt like Chris could see into her most private thoughts.
“And,” her voice wavered. She took a deep breath. “You don’t want to join in?”
“No. I wouldn’t touch you, just watch.”
“And you would be naked too?”
“Yes, well, unless you’d rather that I wasn’t.” Chris smiled a little as her eyes roamed down his body.
“No, I think I’d like that. Um, I mean, I think I’d be more comfortable if we were all sort of equal. Or equally exposed.” She squirmed a little uncomfortably as she glanced at the bulge in Chris’s trousers. “And I guess that while you watch...”
“Yes. I imagine that I would want to touch myself.”
Amanda was embarrassed to even be considering the suggestion. How embarrassed would she be to be naked in front of him? And how aroused?
“There’s one thing that I don’t understand,” she said. “For five grand, you could have sex with a high-class prostitute. Probably a few times over.”
“Yes, or about fifteen hours at my local knock shop.”
She looked at him, a little surprised, but unsure as to which was more surprising – that he knew the exact rate, or that he could convert quickly. But she knew that Chris, like her husband, was an accountant and much quicker with numbers than she was.
“But,” Chris continued, “I don’t like those places. And I like to watch. And, while I’m sure that that amount of money could allow me to watch a lovely young lady, she would not be you.”
Amanda glanced again at her husband. He gave a smile that she assumed was intended to be reassuring, perhaps encouraging her to consider the idea. But she knew that he couldn’t see the way other parts of her body were responding, or how turned on she was by the idea.
She wanted to haggle the amount downwards, aware that since reaching her thirties and having the two children, her body was not anything too special. Her C cup breasts were not as perky as they had been and her long legs not quite as lean as they once were. But she knew that her long dark hair and her tight butt still turned heads.
So instead of arguing, she just said, “Let me discuss it with my husband. Can we give you an answer tomorrow?”
“Take all the time you need. Just one more thing though. For that amount of money, I want to see you fucked in all three holes.”
Amanda was too busy staring and wondering if Chris knew exactly how turned on she was by the idea, to notice the glare that her husband directed at his friend.
***
“So,” Amanda said to her husband later that evening in their bedroom. “Why are so keen to have your friend watch us? Aren’t you a little concerned that he might see your dick?”
“I don’t think he’d be looking at me all that much. But the money would come in handy—“
“You always say, ‘We have enough. Stop worrying.’ Always the good accountant, totally happy as long as income is ahead of expenses. Now you’re the one worrying about money?”
“Well, maybe we could splash out on something nice – a holiday? And maybe this will help... get us out of the, umm, rut we’ve been in?” He looked at her with wide open eyes.
Amanda took a deep breath and bit her tongue before trying to pass blame for their recent, less-than-ideal sex life. They both knew very well where that particular conversation would end up.
“But,” said Matt, “I can’t believe what he said about three holes. You don’t have to... I mean, I’m sure I could talk him out of insisting on that. You don’t have to do everything he says. It’s not like you’re some sort of cheap whore—“
“No, I’m like a very expensive whore.” Amanda laughed slightly, but was aware that the idea turned her on more than a little.
Then they were interrupted by a cry from the kids’ room.
***
By the time Amanda had got both kids to settle back down, and made it to the master bedroom, Matt was snoring gently. Stripping off and slipping into bed beside him, Amanda worried a little. Could they really take five thousand dollars and then serve up a few minutes in missionary position? That was what their sex life had been reduced to in the previous few years. She planned away – the kids could stay at her parents’ house, she could book in a wax, maybe spend some of the five thousand on new lingerie. Then she smiled slightly to herself, thinking that she was definitely going to do this. One final thought popped into her head. ‘Perhaps I could have an enema too, you know, just in case.’ She slipped a hand down between her legs and found that she was as wet as she’d been in years.
***
The dinner was similar to several others. Chris brought a couple of bottles of wine from some great little winery that Amanda had never heard of. He spoke respectfully, while his eyes occasionally roamed over her lustfully. They made small talk, ate and polished off the wine.
But it was different from all the other dinners. The small talk was a little stilted. Amanda was very much aware of the flimsy lace under her little black dress every time she moved. Chris seemed less discreet with his lustful glances, and Matt was giving her similar glances for the first time in years. And Amanda was excessively aware of the moisture building under the flimsy lace. She could smell her own arousal and wondered if the two men could too.
In short, they were obviously all very conscious that Chris was there for dinner and a show. And that every mouthful of food and every generous sip of wine took them closer to the start of the show.
***
With the food finished and most of the wine gone, they fell into silence. Finally, Amanda suggested they all move to the bedroom and both men were quick to get to their feet. She dimmed the lights as she entered the room, as much out of habit as for any other reason. A few moments later, Chris turned them back up.
Chris glanced at the chair in the corner, then at Amanda. “Thanks for the chair, but if I feel the need to, um, inspect more closely, then I assume I’m allowed to get closer.”
Amanda swallowed. “I guess... I mean, you’re paying for the show, so you can get close to the, er, action, if you like.”
“And I can make requests?”
Amanda’s mind whirled, flashing through all the possibilities of things Chris might request. “Sure. Well, within reason.” She looked into his eyes and wondered where that boundary might be drawn by the end of the night. “But no touching, or the show is over.”
“Yes ma’am,” said Chris, sitting in the corner. “Then my first request is that I’d like you to strip for us.”
***
Amanda put some slow, sultry jazz onto the Bluetooth speaker and danced a few inches from where Chris sat. Her dress rode up her thighs as she danced and she was pleased to see Chris staring and even more pleased to see a bulge in his trousers.
When she’d been in college, she’d sometimes fantasized about becoming a stripper. About having men staring at her, desperate enough to see her body that they would pay for the privilege. To see their trousers bulging as she teased them, knowing that they could look but not touch. And knowing that they would go home and masturbate remembering her. But she hadn’t had the courage and had always had some doubts. In her fantasies, all the men were attractive, but she knew that reality would likely not be like that at all. So now, with a paying audience of one man who she did find very attractive, she was very happy to meet his first request.
She turned her back on Chris and bent forward inch by inch as she continued her slow wiggle. She knew that her dress would be riding up, exposing her butt cheeks, and the thin strap of her new G-string between them.
Matt was sitting on the bed, staring at her. It had been years since she had stripped for him, and years since he’d looked at her in quite that way. Amanda flashed him a slightly wicked smile.
“Matt, darling, could you unzip me. I think your friend wants to see me naked, and tonight, what he says, goes.”
Matt eased down the zipper at the back of his wife’s dress and she very slowly let it slide off her shoulders and down her body. She could feel the weight of Chris’s stare at every inch of exposed skin, until her knickers came into view, and then his stare remained fixed on the thin lace covering her pussy as the dress fell to the floor.
“Matt,” Chris said after a few moments. “Perhaps you could do something for me. Your wife’s panties look wet, but that might just be a trick of the light. I’m not allowed to touch...”
Matt reached a hand around and touched the outside of Amanda’s knickers. “They’re wet. Really, really wet.” He slipped a hand inside her knickers. “Fuck, she’s dripping,” he hissed.
Amanda blushed, a little embarrassed to have two men assessing her arousal.
“Good,” said Chris. “Now, don’t touch her again until I tell you to.”
Amanda groaned a little in frustration as her husband removed his fingers from her pussy and sat back on the bed. She continued her dance, unclipping her bra and holding it in place for a few moments. Both men’s attention was focussed entirely on her chest and she enjoyed the power as she pretended to drop the bra a few times. Finally she let it fall, and covered her breasts with her hands. She could feel her nipples completely hard against her palms.
She went through a similar process with her knickers, teasing the men, enjoying the attention and reliving her striptease fantasies.
When her knickers finally hit the floor, Chris moved from his chair. “I think I need to inspect this a little more closely.”
He knelt before her, his eyes inches from her pussy. He looked up at her face, and as she stared into his eyes, she could feel his breath hot on her inner thighs.
Unconsciously, she pushed her hips forward, anxious to feel his tongue on her swollen pussy.
Chris rocked back slightly. “Are you trying to get me into trouble, you naughty girl? I’m not going to touch you and end the show yet. That was a hell of a sexy striptease, but you know what I’m paying to see.”
She nodded and smiled.
***
Amanda bent at the waist as she unbuckled her husband’s trousers and reached for his hard cock. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Chris staring at her naked pussy. In response, she just shuffled her feet slightly further apart and tilted her hips a bit more.
Her husband’s cock felt familiar in her hand as she knelt and slowly stroked him. She was happy to feel that it was very hard, but couldn’t stop thinking about what the other man in the room was hiding away. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Chris undid his belt.
He then stood and pushed down his trousers and underwear in one motion.
Amanda watched with fascination as his hard cock sprang back up. With a wicked grin, she said, “I think I’d better have a closer inspection.” She crawled on hands and knees, still totally naked, until she was inches away from where Chris stood. Being careful not to touch him, she inspected every inch of his cock. It was about the same length as Matt’s but noticeably thicker. Much as Chris had done to her, she breathed on the tip of his cock as she stared up into his eyes.
