I was lost in the moment as my husband Johnny reached over and gently pressed his palm against my right breast. I felt myself tingle at his touch.  The same familiar tingle I have felt for years.  Just a touch, a smile, or even his scent is enough to make me tingle.  Our bedroom was dark except for the glow of our phones charging next to us.  I sighed as his fingers began to gently circle my nipple.

“Ummm, that feels nice,” I whispered as I relaxed into his touch. A pang of guilt coursed through me like a splash of ice-cold water.  My pulse quickened, and my mouth became dry at the thoughts running through my mind like a muddy torrent of shame.  Shame for not telling Johnny the full truth a few weeks ago when I had the chance.

I turned on my side to face him and placed my hand on his warm, muscular chest as his hand slid from my breast.  I could take it no longer; I had to let him know I had been less than truthful.  I needed to confess my sins.

“Sweetie, remember when we were playing Truth or Dare at Christmas, and Sherrie asked me if I had ever been paid for sex?”

Johnny put his hand on mine.  “How could I forget? I’m still searching for the old porn movies you were in,” he replied with a chuckle.

“I have a bit of a confession to make,” I said as I gritted my teeth, hoping the act would bolster my confidence to come clean.

I could feel Johnny’s chest tense up as he spoke.  “A confession? Do tell.”

I snuggled closer to him and rested my head on his chest.  I could feel his heart pounding.  The same heart that I loved more than anything on earth.  Fear was pouring over me like a soggy blanket.  I took a deep breath.

“Are you sure you won’t freak out?”  I asked as I played with his chest hair.

“Oh my God, Chelsea, for the love of God, just tell me what’s on your mind.  Are you going to tell me you never auditioned for the porn movie?”

I smiled nervously.  “No, nothing to do with that.”

You didn’t wreck the Rover, did you?”

“No!”

“The Porsche?”

“No!”

“Oh fuck, not the Ferrari!”

“No, I haven’t wrecked anything, at least not yet anyway.”

“Thank God, now tell me what’s going on, and I promise I won’t freak out.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, making a sound like the air escaping from a punctured bicycle tire.

“Ok, I lied.  Well, maybe not lied exactly, but I may have omitted a couple of details about getting paid for sex, I said sheepishly, my eyes scrunched closed, my teeth clenched tight.

Johnny took a breath.  The kind of breath usually reserved for a big fat bong hit.  “You may have omitted a couple of details?”  he asked as he stroked my hair as if to reassure me that he was not angry with me.

I pulled my hand from Johnny’s chest, turned, and got out of bed.  “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back, I have to pee,” I said as I ran toward the bathroom.

“Can I watch?  Johnny yelled as I disappeared.

“How much will you pay me?”  I yelled back.

I could hear him laughing as I flushed.

“Too late, cowboy, this horse has run her race.”

I lit a candle on my bedside stand, crawled onto the bed, and scooted across to sit on Johnny.  One knee on each side of his hips.  He reached up and cupped my breasts with his warm hands.  I could feel him pressing into me through the fabric of the sheet.

“So, lay it on me, cowgirl.”

As I looked down into his eyes, my hands at my sides, my voice low and pensive, I began.

“When I was a junior, this guy, Jason, who was a friend of Jules, kept offering me money to sleep with him.   Remember Jules?  I told you about her.  She’s the one who took me with her on the infamous porn movie audition.  Anyway,  Jason was always hanging around us and kept pestering me to have sex with him.  I just wasn’t that into him.  Besides, Jules and I were pretty much just into each other at the time.  We were what we considered nouveau lesbians.”

Johnny’s hands felt so sweet as he slowly played with my tits.  “Nouveau lesbians?”

I laughed. “We were both new to the girl/girl thing, and the jury was still out for both of us, so we didn’t consider ourselves full-on lesbians, so we made up a term we felt pretty much defined us.  That is, until one night Jason came over and the three of us got wasted.”

I felt myself getting turned on as I told the story.  I could tell Johnny was enjoying it too, as his cock was swelling and pressing into me.

“So did you and Jules fuck Jason?”  Johnny asked as he moved his hips.

“I’ll get to that in a minute,” I replied as I reached down between my legs to rub my husband’s cock beneath the sheet.

"Jason kept telling us he would give us each $500 to fuck him.  Jules flat-out refused his offer.  But just for fun, or maybe it was because I was completely shit faced, or I was just plain horney, I told him, I would do it.”

Johnny shook his head.  “Wow, you did it?” 

I could feel Johnny’s cock swell as I spoke.  “I thought I would call his bluff, but he pulled 5 crisp $100 bills out of his wallet and held them out to me.  I was so wasted that I didn’t give much thought to it.  I took the money, and he fucked me right there on the floor in front of Jules. He came in less than two minutes, got dressed, thanked me over and over with a big smile on his face, and left.  I did the math and figured that at that rate, I made about $15,000 an hour. Not bad for two minutes’ work.”

I was getting wetter by the minute as I spoke.  Johnny reached up and pulled me down and kissed me deeply.  His tongue was warm and wet as he pressed his cock into me.

I pulled my mouth from his and sat back up. “You're not freaked out that I did that?”

Johnny smiled. “Fuck no, it turns me on. That’s what you were worried about telling me? Hell, I’ve done much worse, you little whore, you.”

As I rubbed his cock, I could feel myself swell as he fondled my tits.

“That’s not quite all,” I said sheepishly.

Johnny raised his eyebrows. “Not quite all?  Do tell.”

I scooted myself up off him enough to pull the sheet down until his beautiful, hard cock popped up to greet me.  I sat back down again with my knees on each side of his. Just far enough down, so I could cup his large, full balls and stroke his cock.

“The next day, as Jules and I were recovering from our hangovers, we kept talking about the night before.  At least the parts we could remember.  I kept thinking I should feel guilty for taking Jason’s money, and even guiltier for fucking him, but I didn’t.  I felt powerful, energized.  Like I had a superpower that could just manifest money out of thin air. I liked the feeling.  It was intoxicating.”

Johnny’s hands were shaking as he moved them up and down my thighs.  His eyes were closed as he spoke. “So did you fuck him again?”

My heart skipped a beat as his question went through me like electricity.  My mouth grew dry as I whispered the answer. “Yes.”

His hands grew closer to my pussy. “Did he pay you again?”

“Yes.”

“$500?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“A few.”

“How many is a few?”

“A few is a few, sweetie.  Umm, and there were others.”

“Others?”  Johnny asked as his pinkie fingers slid against my wet, swollen labia, taking my breath away.

“Yes, others,” I replied as his hand moved to my pussy.  I gasped as his finger slid into my pussy like a small, rigid cock.

“Jason told a couple of his friends about me, and before I knew it, I had a regular thing going with them.”

I smiled down at him, loving the way he looked at me like I was brand new. 

“Were there more than just those couple of guys?” he asked, his voice rough.

“You sure you can handle it?” I whispered, pressing into his finger.

“Lay it on me,” he said as he slid another finger inside me, causing me to wince with pleasure.

“Yes, there were more. Within a few months, I started charging more. $1,000 for an hour, $2,000 for the whole night. Some guys just wanted to fuck me, others wanted me to act like their girlfriend for the evening.”

I slid down Johnny’s legs and took his cock in my hands.  Licking the precum from the tip of his cock, I stared into his eyes. Eyes full of unconditional love.

“You still want to hear the rest, Baby?”  I asked before taking his warm, hard cock into my mouth.

“Don’t stop now,” he said as I sucked him deep into my throat.

I fucked him with my mouth for a minute or so before speaking once again. 

“Don’t stop sucking your lovely cock, or don’t stop telling you about what a whore I was in college?”

Johnny laughed.

“Don’t stop either one.”

“Eventually, I had a couple of older clients. One of them was one of my professors. His wife hadn’t touched him in years.  He’d pay me to come to his office after hours and let him watch me masturbate while he stroked his cock until he was ready for me to ride him in his desk chair.  He was the one who not only taught me the finer aspects of contract law, but also how to please a man, and how much some men are willing to pay for the right kind of pleasure.”

As I spoke, I moved back up my husband’s body until my pussy was hovering above his cock.  “By my senior year, I had several wealthy regulars.  One of them was this super-hot guy named Jack.  He was married, unhappily, I might add, and in his late forties.   Jack would fly me to Vegas for the weekend, put me up in the Bellagio, and pay me $4,000 a night to be his arm candy and let him do naughty things to me.”

I took hold of Johnny’s rigid cock and rubbed the head against my opening. Diving us both crazy as I continued.

“I’d put on the skimpy dresses, along with the beautiful lingerie and shoes he bought me.  He preferred that I wear thigh-highs without panties.  Sound familiar, baby?   He got off on showing me off at the tables, he’d gambled while I teased him, then we would go back to the suite, and I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me.”

Rubbing Johnny’s cock against my opening sent shock waves through me as I recalled my slutty past.

“Whatever he wanted?”  Johnny asked as he tried to press into me.

“Unhunh.  Whatever he wanted,” I whispered as I continued to rub him against me.

“Like what kind of things?”  Johnny asked as he continued to try to fuck me.

I bent over, gently licked Johnny’s lips, and whispered, “Really naughty things, sweetie. Things that your wife used to do as a paid whore.  Want to hear more, or have you had enough?”

Johnny was moaning as I leaned forward and rubbed my tits against his chest, before scooting back down and placing my knees on each side of his legs.  I stroked his cock as I looked into his eyes.

“The professor was the one who got me into being watched. He started bringing a friend sometimes, another married guy, and they’d pay me double to fuck them both. One would take me from behind while I sucked the other off, or they’d switch and make me ride one while the second one watched. They cut cards to decide who got to cum in my mouth and who got to cum in my pussy.  I was a bad girl, honey, very bad, and you know what? I loved every minute of it.”

Johnny’s breath hitched. I kept stroking him slowly.

“I loved the power of it. Knowing two men were paying me just to enjoy my body.  It made me feel filthy and perverted, yet unbelievably desirable and beautiful at the same time.  Want me to show you exactly what I used to do for an extra tip?”

I took hold of Johnny’s cock and looked straight at him, my voice soft.

“I used to start just like this, on my knees, looking at them while I took them deep in my mouth.”

I slid my lips over him slowly, taking him all the way until he hit the back of my throat, then pulled back with a wet pop.

“Some of them liked it sloppy, so I’d drool all over them, jerking them off while I licked their balls.”

I did it again, swirling my tongue around the head before swallowing him deep.

“Others just wanted me to keep eye contact the whole time while I sucked them off like the girls in their youth used to do in the back seat of their cars.  Like this.”

I held my husband’s gaze and took him all the way down again, moaning softly around him.

I pulled off just long enough to catch my breath, strings of spit still connecting my lips to his cock.

“The married ones always came the fastest. I’d look at them with my innocent eyes while I deep-throated them, and they’d lose it in under a minute. I got good at reading exactly what each guy needed to finish.”

I took Johnny’s cock back in my mouth, sucking harder, bobbing faster while my hand worked the base.

“Sometimes I’d let them finish on my face or my tits.  Other times, I’d work them up until they could not take it any longer and let them cum in my mouth.   I’d swallow every drop and thank them for letting me swallow their sweet load. That always got me a bigger tip.”

I looked at him again, eyes watering, lips shiny.

“Want to hear about the really naughty stuff I did for the big money?”

Johnny moaned, which sounded something like, “fuck yes”.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, still stroking slowly with one hand while I looked at him.

“Jack, the rich Vegas guy, he was the worst, or best, depending on how you look at it. He liked to tie me up, blindfold me, and fuck me with a dildo while I sucked his cock in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows while he looked down on the strip.”

I took him back in my mouth, sucked hard for a few strokes, then pulled off again.

“He’d make me beg for it. ‘Please fuck me, Daddy, I need your cock.’ I’d say it exactly like that while he stretched me open, fucked me, then he’d come inside me and make me push it out so he could watch it drip, before licking me clean.”

I kissed slowly up Johnny’s beautiful shaft, my eyes locked on his.

“And for an extra thousand dollars, he’d bring his business partner, and I let them both have their way with me at the same time. One in my pussy, one in my mouth until they filled me and painted my face.”

I took him deep into my throat again, moaning around his cock.

“Jack was into a lot of weird shit.  I’ll spare you some of the weirder stuff. One night, he had me change into a red silk skirt, transparent panties, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of heels.  No top. Then he had me lie on my back on the marble floor of the living room, hike up my skirt, spread my legs wide open, and pee while he and his partner both watched and stroked their cocks. I had a really hard time getting started, but after a few minutes, I was finally able to let go.   It felt good as my warm pee soaked my ass on the cold marble.  Even better, when I pulled my panties aside to give them better access, they took turns burying their faces in my pussy as I peed all over their faces. I know this may sound crazy, but I got really turned on and enjoyed the play.”

Johnny smiled and pressed his warm hands into my tits as I continued to lick and suck his beautiful cock. My heart was pounding as he slid in and out of my mouth.

“Holy shit, you did that?  You’ve never done that for me,” he said with a grin.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and looked at him.  “You’ve never asked me to, you know, sweetie, you only get what you ask for,” I replied with a sinister smile.

Johnny moaned as I once again sucked him all the way down to his balls.  “Consider yourself asked, honey.”

I pulled his cock out of my mouth.  “Duly noted,” I replied.   “Want to hear more, or are you good?”

“No, no, go on, I want to know what happened next.”

“Well, after I got done peeing like a racehorse, and they had enjoyed their little perv show and warm beverage, I got on all fours, and they both took turns fucking me doggy style until they had both shot their loads inside me. Then Jack licked me clean.  That was the night he paid me $5,000.  He said burying his face in my pussy while I was peeing was the hottest thing he’d ever done.”

Johnny pulled me up onto his chest.  My wet, swollen pussy was now just inches from his cock. I was more than ready to take him inside me. 

“Oh my fuck, I can’t believe you did that.  Did you ever do it again?”

My mouth met his in a deep, passionate kiss before answering.  “Unhunh, it became one of our regular activities.  We would go to Vegas, he’d dress me up, take me down to the tables, show me off, I’d drink a shit load of water, we’d go back up to the suite, and I’d pee for him, or on him, or whatever else he wanted.  We both had a good time, or I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Wow, all I can say is wow.  I had no idea my wife was so kinky,” Johnny said as I reached between my legs to place the tip of his cock against my ready and willing entrance.

“Did you have any women clients?”  Johnny asked as he slid inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“I had one.  She was a dentist trapped in a lousy marriage with her dentist-husband/partner.  Her name was Carlie.  My professor friend introduced us.  She asked me out to dinner and told me her story.  After dinner, we went to the Ritz and had an incredible lovemaking session.  She was an amazing lover with the most beautiful red hair.  She had Venus de Milo breasts.  So perfect.  Her pussy tasted like honey.  She was something else.”

Johnny slid into me up to his balls as I came back to the present.  It felt so wonderful to be so filled by him.

“Sounds like you had the hots for Dr. Carlie,” Johnny said, waiting for a response.

“I did. I couldn’t help it.  She was beautiful, smart, funny, and sexy as hell.  One thing I was very careful of was never crossing the line from client to lover.   Unfortunately, I crossed that line with Carlie, and before I knew it, we were lovers.  She was no longer just my client. I was her mistress.  It all came crashing down when her husband came home unexpectedly and found Carlie on the living room floor with her legs wrapped around my neck in the throes of orgasmic rapture.  Everything blew up after that,” I whispered as Johnny slowly fucked me.

“Sorry, that happened, honey.”

“Well, shit happens, especially when you are breaking the rules.  It was not meant to be. Besides, if I had stayed with Carlie, I would never have found you.”

I moved my hips up and down to better feel Johnny’s cock inside me.

“Fuck you feel so good, my own personal little whore.  Who would have guessed?” Did you ever have any couples as clients?”

I laughed.  “Why?  Do you want to find a whore for us to play with?  Would that turn you on?”

Johnny laughed as he slid in and out of me.  “Yeah, it would. So did you do couples?”

“Yes, several times. My favorite was this couple from Chicago, Bill and Melanie. Bill paid me $3,000 to spend the whole night with Melanie while he watched us. She was gorgeous, early forties, perfect tits. I ate her pussy for almost an hour, made her come three times with my tongue while he jerked off while sitting in a big, overstuffed leather easy chair. Before he came, Melanie strapped on a dildo and fucked me from behind while he finally joined in.  By the end of the night, they’d both had me every way they wanted. He came in my mouth, she made me come with the strap-on, and they paid me an extra five hundred just for letting them watch me clean myself up afterward. And, no, they didn’t want to watch me pee in case you are wondering.”

Oh God, you are killing me, baby. You keep telling me this shit, and I am going to cum.”

I kissed Johnny’s ear and whispered. “It’s ok, you can come, sweetie.  Does it turn you on knowing these things about my past?  It turns me on telling you.”

 Johnny began moving faster and deeper in and out of me.

“So, what happened?  When did you stop?”

I felt my pulse quicken as Johnny thrust into me. 

“I stopped seeing clients at the end of my senior year.  I had earned enough to put me through law school and cover all my expenses.  At that point, I was happy and healthy, and I felt lucky.  Lucky that I had never had a bad experience or done anything that I did not want to do.  All my clients, without exception, were kind and generous.  I gave them what they desired, and in return, I got what I desired.  It was a win/win for all of us.”

Johnny had his hands on my hips as he fucked me.  My heart was pounding as I told him my story.

“So that was it, you just quit?”

“Yeah, pretty much.  I did one last hurrah, so to speak.  Kind of like a firework’s grand finale.  The week before our graduation ceremony, Jules’ brother, Sam, was going to have a bachelor party.  Not a big one, just six guys, very low key.  Sam asked me if I would come and dance for the guys.  He was very sweet about it, so I agreed.

I showed up at the family’s big lake house in a tiny black dress and heels. The guys had already been drinking for hours. The second I walked in, the energy in the room changed. After getting introduced to the guys and downing a couple of martinis, they put me right in the middle of the living room, and I started dancing.  They all started yelling for me to “take it off”.  I was feeling pretty good from the booze and decided this would be my last gig, so I began stripping slowly while they cheered.”

Johnny chimed in.  His mouth was dry. He was close to going over the edge.  “Fuck, what I would have given to be one of those lucky guys.”

“Actually, $1,000 to be exact,” I said with a smile as I too was close to cumming.

“Each”?

“Yep, each.  Anyway, I drank another martini as I let them touch me, kiss me, and undress me until I was completely naked. It turned into a free-for-all, as they all began stripping. I had never seen so many beautiful hard cocks at one time.  I was getting so turned on as they kissed and felt me all over.  I got on my knees and began taking one cock after another in my mouth while someone else fucked me from behind. They were all quite sweet.  I finally got up off all fours and rode Sam on the couch while his friends stood around us, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. I took two at a time, sometimes three, letting them fill every hole until I was a dripping, cum-covered mess.  They came on my face, in my mouth, all over my tits. At one point, they had me bent over the pool table while they took turns, one after another.  I had never been so well fucked. By the end of the night, I was exhausted from cumming so many times. I was absolutely drenched in cum.  That was the last time I ever took money for sex.   It was my fireworks grand finale. I walked away after that night, and never did it again.”

I sank down onto Johnny, taking every inch inside me with a moan.

“Now I only fuck for love and fun, but it still turns me on remembering what a naughty little whore I used to be.”

I started riding him slowly and deeply, looking down into his eyes.

“Does my husband like knowing his wife used to get gangbanged for money?”

Johnny groaned, gripping my hips hard.

“Fuck yes… now show me exactly how you rode those guys at that party.”

I smiled, leaned forward, and started bouncing on his cock like I was back at that lake house. “Like this, baby, just like this.”

Johnny moaned.  “Would you ever consider coming out of retirement?”

“Oh yeah, for you, sweetie, I’d do anything.  Anything.  All you have to do is ask.  You get some friends together, honey, and I’ll come out of retirement and give you a show you won’t ever forget.”

Johnny arched his back as I felt him coming inside me, driving me over the edge to my own orgasmic explosion.

I collapsed on Johnny as we regained our composure.  “Honey?”

“Yeah.”

I took a breath.

“I have another confession.”

Johnny sighed.

“Go ahead, lay it on me, baby.”

I got close to his ear and whispered.

“There were actually twelve, not six.”