The days had passed slowly but they had eventually passed. It was Saturday - THE Saturday.

The night my wife was to become a whore!

It was ten thirty in the evening. I was sitting in the same booth in the same bar in which Julie, Gary, Alice and I had started our New Year’s Eve celebrations but this time the bar was barely a quarter full and I was sitting there alone, apart from a tall glass of ice cold beer. My tummy was bubbling with excitement but, I suspected, not as much as those of the two stunning, would-be prostitutes that sat together on bar stools a dozen or so yards away from me.

One was skinny with long blonde hair, wearing a new, very short red cocktail dress and very high red heels which framed her long, slender white-stockinged legs. Gold bangles dangled from her wrists, large gold hoops from her ears and her make-up was subtly but distinctly overdone.

She looked irresistible; available enough to tempt any man but intimidating enough to make all but the boldest think twice before approaching her. My sweet, unfaithful wife was simply floating with excitement.

Next to this blonde vision perched a tall, leggy brunette. Fuller of figure and with breasts that only hours ago had been feeding a small child, she swivelled cross-legged on her stool revealing a tantalising glimpse of sheer black stocking-top below the high hem of her tight, midnight blue cocktail dress to all who were watching - which was everyone. The dark dress clung to Julie’s every shapely contour; her baby tummy was all but gone, the slight roundness merely adding to the soft femininity of her appearance.

I felt ridiculously proud of the two ‘whores for the night’ for whom I was playing pimp.

Once again, Carmen’s intuition had been spot-on!

The week before, the girls’ ‘whore night’ had gone agonisingly slowly for all three of us, but it seemed, especially slowly for Alice. She and Julie had gone shopping together twice to purchase the ‘right’ clothes for their foray into the world of prostitution after which there had been much giggling and secret unwrapping in our kitchen and bedroom.

But not in Julie’s house; her husband Gary was still unsure about the whole thing, and she didn’t want to rub it in his face; at least not yet.

My own life as a willing cuckold had been unsettled too by my recent foray into the world of ‘bulls’ – an evening in which I had orally cuckolded our new acquaintance Clive by giving his wife Hilary the benefit of my cunnilingual skill in Carmen and Steve’s guest bedroom.

In an extraordinary reversal of roles, Clive had watched as I brought his wife to repeated and rather messy orgasms with my tongue and fingers including the first squirt I had ever witnessed. I hadn’t gone on to fuck my new girlfriend, but that had been unnecessary.

Of course while this was happening, Carmen’s husband Steve had been comprehensively fucking my own wife, in both holes, leaving her spent and gaping as I had found out shortly afterwards.

As a first-time bull I hadn’t been sure of the etiquette and had sent Hilary flowers the day after our encounter. She had sweetly explained that they were not necessary but very welcome and that she hoped the two of us could meet again sometime soon.

To my surprise, I found myself hoping the same, once my evening as a pimp was over.

That evening had now arrived. Despite Gary’s reservations, he had not attempted to dissuade his pretty young wife from having her ‘night as a whore’ so plans for the evening had gone ahead without him.

After much debate, the two wives had decided that although they had loved it, dressing as sluttily as they had dressed on New Year’s Eve just wouldn’t be acceptable on a normal weekend night. They would most likely be ejected unceremoniously from the bar before their ‘clients’ could find them, so an alternative had to be found.

After much giggling, they had chosen to play the part of high class whores rather than street hookers, both wearing the short cocktail dresses, stockings of course, very high heels and jewellery that I could see worked so well. Their hair had been expensively styled too; double appointments had been made for the morning of the ‘big day’ and a large box of assorted condoms bought to be shared between their over-large handbags.

As expected, Gary had chosen to stay home and babysit rather than watch his increasingly wayward wife play the whore in public and get fucked in private so I was playing the pimp alone. So far it had been a little nerve-wracking, wondering whether each man who came into the bar was one of Carmen’s chosen ‘clients’ for our aspiring whores.

The She-Devil had of course told us nothing about her two friends apart from stressing their good natures and considerable abilities as lovers. Neither the girls nor I had any idea whether their clients were old or young, tall or short, fat or thin.

This verisimilitude brought with it the risk that a real punter might come up and proposition one of both girls, so in best cold-war style Carmen had arranged a code to let the new ‘whores’ know they’d been found by the right ‘punters’.

Before either of them could go off with any potential client, they had to hear that the man was ‘a friend of Carmen’. It was ludicrously simple but as such, should also be difficult to get wrong.

I had driven the girls to the hotel and dropped them off at the main entrance before parking my car. They had then spent some time in the Ladies’ Room ensuring their faces were perfect. This allowed me to get into the bar and secure my place in the booth before their arrival.

For the last half hour I had been watching as inconspicuously as I could manage as the two gorgeous, sexy women chatted to each other, to the barman and to the small trickle of unattached men who were brave enough to try their luck.

From time to time one or both of the girls would shoot me a conspiratorial glance and we would exchange knowing smiles.

Perhaps because she was blonde, my wife seemed to be attracting more interest than her younger friend and had already politely but firmly turned away three would-be seducers. All were older, all were well dressed, all looked very affluent.

Julie had attracted fewer admirers but hers had been more persistent. At one point it looked like I might have to play the pimp more realistically and step in to free her from one over-friendly young man but in the end the girls managed by themselves.

It was approaching eleven when I first noticed the tall, slim, attractive man in the dark blue suit and white open-necked shirt enter the bar alone. Probably in his fifties with short greying hair but still in excellent shape, for a moment he looked a little disoriented, then seemed to spot the two girls at the far end of the room and began, slowly and casually, to work his way towards them. He stopped at a bar stool some fifteen feet away and ordered a drink then sat sipping it calmly for a good five minutes before casually looking in their general direction then, equally casually, making eye contact with my wife.

Alice smiled back, obviously attracted. He rose slowly to his feet and moved to a stool closer to the girls. He was certainly good-looking despite his age; tanned and fit and wearing a gold band on the third finger of his left hand. He said something I couldn’t hear; both girls smiled warmly. He moved closer, they swivelled to make room.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes the three of them chatted animatedly, both girls making as much eye contact as possible. It was clear that, whatever his name, he was the ‘friend of Carmen’ that preferred blondes; his attention was fixed firmly on my wife’s slender body. And who could blame him?

Alice had clearly noticed this because she moved her stool a little closer to him and, with the occasional glance at me, began to make very casual physical contact; first on the arm, then on his hand. After a few minutes his hand had fallen to her waist.

While the two girls had been fending off unwanted admirers, watching them had been more like fun than cuckoldry; it could have happened in any bar on any weekend. Now that my wife and her ‘client’ had actually met and seemed to be getting on well in real life rather than just in role-play, everything changed.

Whoever he was, Alice was clearly finding him genuinely attractive if her body language was anything to go by; their eyes were twinkling, their smiles genuine, their hands in a constant state of light but repeated touching as they chatted.

The familiar cuckold pain began in my chest and gut as my over-active mind pictured what this man might look like naked, how big his cock might be and how proficient he might be with it.

I wondered what he would require his whore to do. Would she strip for him? Suck his cock? Kiss him passionately? And what positions would they choose? Missionary? Doggy? Both? Or something else entirely that my mind couldn’t imagine?

A painful bulge appeared in my trousers and stayed there.

Julie had clearly decided that for her, the man was a lost cause. While my wife flirted with her ‘client’, Julie swivelled on her stool until her back was towards her two companions, her eyes casting around the bar in search of the man destined to be hers.

I looked too but could see no one, then my eye was drawn back to the group by movement. Alice and the man had risen to their feet. A little animated whispering in Alice’s ear followed after which she nodded and whispered back. Then my wife passed him something from her handbag and he disappeared across the room.

Her client temporarily gone, my sweet, unfaithful wife shot me a glance across the room, her eyes raised in silent question. I paused then nodded. She smiled and mouthed those wonderful words:

“I love you!”

Before I could respond likewise, Alice’s attention had moved back to Julie, bending over her friend and whispering in her ear too. Julie looked at me then smiled, mouthing the words.

“I’ll be okay. You go!”

She was right; if I was to enjoy any part of the sexual activities to follow, I had to get to the apartment before my wife and her intended lover to conceal myself.

“Are you sure,” I mouthed back. Julie nodded emphatically.

“Good luck! See you later,” I replied then pulled on my jacket and slipped out of the bar just as my wife’s client returned with her coat.

I half ran the short distance from the bar to the apartment hotel in which the girls were to entertain their clients, took the stairs rather than risk meeting them at the lift then panting, let myself in.

It looked as we had left it; appropriate for seduction. The side lights were on low in the lounge and in both of the small double bedrooms. The lounge was designed as a dining room too with a table and four chairs, two of which I removed to the kitchen along with a low side-table before making sure that candles and matches were placed alongside both beds.

I returned to the kitchen to conceal myself, turning on the low under-unit lights. The room was tiny, barely large enough to contain the small table and chairs I had placed there but it had to do; it was to be my home for the next couple of hours at least.

I closed the door carefully.

No sooner had I removed my jacket and settled onto one of the chairs than I heard the apartment’s main door open and two cheerful but slightly hesitant voices entered the small hallway. I held my breath in excitement as well as in an attempt to remain completely silent and listened hard.

“So this really is your first visit to the city?”

My wife’s slightly stilted voice sounded clearly through the closed kitchen door.

“I’ve had a couple of meetings here, but this is my first overnight stay,” her client replied. “And my first date with an escort here of course.”

“Have you had a chance to look round yet?”

“No, but I doubt I would find anything as lovely as you,” came the reply.

Even in her role as ‘whore’, this must have pleased my wife because when she spoke her voice was soft with an air of arousal that I recognised well.

“Would you like a shower before we go through to the bedroom?” she asked.

“Shouldn’t we sort the... um... money side out first?”

“If you like. I don’t like to pressure my… friends,” Alice replied, the sexiness in her tone almost tangible.

“Carmen explained my… preferences?” the client asked tentatively.

If she had, then I knew nothing about it. Clearly either Alice or Carmen or both had been keeping secrets from me. No great surprise there!

“Yes of course, and I’m okay with it. It is a little more expensive though,” she said quietly.

There was a rustling sound.

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed,” the client said quietly. “I’ll leave it here.”

There was a short pause before I heard Alice’s voice again.

“Here’s a towel. The shower is just there. If you would like to hang up your clothes properly there’s a wardrobe in the bedroom.”

“Thank you. You’re very lovely,” the man said and he sounded sincere.

A short time later I heard the apartment’s shower running. A moment after that the kitchen door opened and my wife entered. Although I had helped her dress earlier, I still gasped when I saw her. The tight red dress had already been discarded; instead she stood in smooth white hold-up stockings; high red heels; tiny white silk panties and a microscopic bra. Her boyish body looked fit and very available; her legs seemed to go on forever. Her long blonde hair had been brushed until it shone, falling over her slender shoulders like a soft curtain.

She looked as sexy as I had ever seen her.

“Are you okay?” she whispered anxiously.

“Never mind me, are you still okay? Still want to do it?”

The look of sheer sexual arousal on her lovely face spoke volumes; wild horses couldn’t have prevented my wife from playing the whore now.

“I’ve never been so excited,” she said.

“So what are his special preferences?” I whispered, looking her straight in the eye.

“Shower’s stopped; I’ll see you later!”

And that was all I was allowed to know because the kitchen door was suddenly closed, there was the sound of high heeled footsteps followed by the click of a bedroom door being closed too.

I sat back in my hard chair and took a deep breath. It had started; my lovely unfaithful wife was in the bedroom with her client and would do whatever he wanted her to do, and all for money.

She had become a whore!

Deep down I knew it was all a game set-up by Carmen, but at that moment it didn’t matter; we had crossed a new barrier and taken another big step on our journey into cuckoldry.

I waited a few minutes to let the two of them get started, straining my ears but with all the doors closed there was at best only the very muffled sound of voices.

This wouldn’t do! I would have to get closer.

I had just opened the kitchen door and was about to sneak along the hallway to listen outside the bedroom door when I heard the apartment’s front door rattling. I leapt back into the kitchen, holding my breath with nerves.

A few moments later I heard voices approaching then an older male talking slightly nervously.

“I’d almost given up looking,” he was saying. “I’m so pleased I found you.”

“I’m pleased you found me too,” Julie’s slightly husky, very aroused voice responded. “I hope I’m worth the wait.”

“I’m sure you will be. You are stunningly attractive, Julie.”

“Thank you,” she replied demurely.

There was a brief pause during which my mind dimly registered something wasn’t quite right; Julie had unwisely given him her real name. Still, it was only a fantasy. I listened hard.

“Is there anything you don’t do?” The man’s voice was low and confidential.

“Some things are a bit more expensive,” Julie replied with mischief in her voice. “But if that’s not a problem for you, I’m sure you’ll be completely satisfied.”

“Do... do you kiss?”

“Not with everyone, but you’re sweet. I’m sure we’ll want to anyway.”

There was another pause.

“When do I…” the man asked anxiously.

“It’s best to leave the money... the present on the side in the bedroom,” Julie replied, playing the role of whore for all it was worth.

Something inside me desperately wanted to know more about the man our friend had brought back.

My wife’s client had been attractive and athletic; a good night’s fucking was most likely in store for them both. In contrast, Julie’s as yet unseen client seemed much less self-assured. Perhaps this was part of the act too; after all, Carmen had promised us that both her friends would deliver a great deal more than the knee-trembler Julie had enjoyed at the New Year Ball with my colleague from work, Peter.

Wishing that I could at least have seen what Julie’s client looked like, I heard the voices move further away and fade into silence. A short while later I heard the shower running a second time followed by the click of the second bedroom door closing.

In the kitchen I strained my ears but there was little to hear. I waited a little longer but there was only the low murmur of voices again.

Judging it was safe but alert for anything amiss, I silently opened the kitchen door again and listened hard. The sounds were louder but no more distinct, either from Alice’s room to my left or from Julie’s to my right. If I was to get any pleasure from the evening I had to get much closer.

But that meant taking risks, the main one being that of discovery.

Frustrated, I took off my shoes and socks, trousers and shirt then removed my watch and anything else that might make a sound before carefully opening the kitchen door. I paused, looked left and right, listened carefully then tiptoed slowly and silently along the polished wood corridor towards the room where my wife and her client were ensconced.

Pausing outside the bedroom door I stood as still as I could and listened hard. The voices were was much clearer here though it was hard to hear them over the noise of my heart thumping.

I stood stock-still, listening carefully. It was too indistinct to make out more than a handful of words but these were enough to send a thrill through my whole body.

“…disappointed… naughty…”

The deep male voice sounded unimpressed, scolding. Had something gone wrong?

“… sorry… didn’t mean… Sir…”

The female response was familiar but different, as if my wife was putting on a voice not her own.

“… take steps… regret… behaviour…”

Again the male voice growled grumpily. I strained even harder, suddenly realising that if things were going wrong, my wife’s client might suddenly appear in the doorway on his way out. If that happened he would meet a near-naked man with an erection and his ear pressed to the woodwork.

“… Sorry Sir,” the female voice pleaded.

“… not good enough…” its stern male counterpart responded.

There was a pause during which I heard nothing. Then I stepped back in amazement.

‘Smack!’

“Ouch!”

‘Smack!’

“Owww!”

The voice was female and high pitched, the smacking sounds loud and sharp.

‘Smack!’

‘Smack!’

Oh my God! Behind that closed door and only a dozen feet away, my lovely wife was being spanked. From the sharpness of the sounds, it was skin-on-skin too.

Was she being hurt? Did I have to play my part as Pimp more realistically and intervene to save one of my whores from harm?

‘Smack!’

“Owwwwwww!”

‘Smack!’

“Owww Owwww!”

No indeed! My presence in that room would be highly unwelcome!

Although the sounds were those of a woman in pain, it wasn’t any kind of pain I had heard before. Alice’s cries were getting louder too and there was a distinctly sexual tone to them; one I hadn’t heard before.

‘Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“Ohhhhyyyeessss!”

My beautiful, sexy, unfaithful wife was receiving a spanking and enjoying every moment of it. Suddenly the conversation about her client’s ‘preferences’ made sense, as did my wife’s apparent willingness to indulge them.

Them? What else did the man have in mind?

I listened close to the door again. The pace of spanking had grown faster, the noises louder and my wife’s responses more overtly sexual.

‘Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“Oooowwww!”

“Feeling sorry now, girl?”

“Yes Sir!”

‘Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“OwwwWWW!”

“Then say so, girl. Say so!”

“Oh God! Sorry Sir! I’m sorry Sir!”

‘Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“Do you want me to stop now, girl?”

‘Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“No! No!”

“What did you say?”

“I mean yes sir! Please Sir!”

‘Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“OOOOWWWW!”

Alice’s voice became a wail, its tone very familiar.

Had I just heard my sweet wife have an orgasm merely from receiving a spanking?

“OOOOOOWWWWWW!”

This time there was no mistaking it; she was indeed climaxing, and merely feet away from me.

I stared at the closed door. This kind of sex hadn’t featured at all in our lives before. Alice had never even hinted that she would like being spanked but the evidence was undeniable.

‘Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!’

What in God’s name was he doing to her? Whatever it was, I already knew with certainty that she would need it again. And again.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!’

“OOOOwwwww OOOOwwwww OOOOwwwww!”

The wail as my lovely wife reached another orgasm was loud; almost feral but it brought the activities to an end. For a few minutes there was quiet; apart from faint but insistent creaking sounds that I could now hear coming from the other bedroom – the one into which Julie and her client had disappeared.

I turned my head towards the sounds and listened.

The pace of creaking was slow and steady; whatever they were doing, it was unhurried and intended to last some considerable time.

I padded silently to the other closed door and pressed my ear against it. To my relief, the panel was thin too but again there was little to hear.

‘Creak! Creak! Creak!’

Still slow, still steady, I tried to picture what the young mother might look like as she was fucked.

Was she naked? In her lingerie? With her dress around her waist?

Was she on her back, legs spread? On her knees like a dog? On her side?

And had his cock already been in her sweet, pretty mouth? Was it now in her vagina? In her rectum?

To my surprise, my tummy churned with the terrible but oh-so-familiar cuckold anguish over pretty young Julie almost as much as it had over my own sweet wife.

‘Creak! Creak! Creak!’

“Mmmmm!”

I listened as hard as I could. The purring sound was definitely Julie but she sounded as if she was just beginning to warm up. If that was the case, this could be a long session. If her client played the game through to the end, it could be an expensive one for him too.

Thump… thump… thump…

Behind me the noises coming from my wife’s room had started again. My mind span; Carmen’s plan was working. Behind both closed doors the two new whores were being fucked by their supposed clients for money. I tiptoed back to Alice’s door and held my ear as close as I dared.

Thump… thump… thump…

“Ohhhhhh!”

My chest filled with the low sickening feeling I knew so well; the noise I was hearing was a stranger in the act of fucking my wife no more than a dozen feet away from me.

It had been bad watching her with Steve; worse with Mitch but knowing the depths of her skinny body were being penetrated by a complete stranger; that she would do anything he asked and would be casually paid afterwards made my chest ache and my heart beat faster than ever before.

Thump… thump… thump…

“Mmmmmmm!”

Thump… thump… thump…

“MmmmmMMMM!

Alice’s voice rose gently above the bed’s banging. Either she had become even more expert at faking arousal or else she was being fucked expertly by that unknown man. Knowing my wife, it could be either but whichever it was, his cock was unquestionably inside her body and…

“Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm… Oh Yes!”

My cock was now monstrously erect and sticking ludicrously out of the right leg of my shorts. Unconsciously I began to stroke myself in the low light of the hallway; my strokes in time with the thumping noises coming from the room.

Images of that man’s cock thrusting in and out of my wife’s unresisting body filling my mind.

“Nnngh! Nnngh!”

Her cries of pleasure were now joined by a man’s low grunting as the relentless pace continued.

‘Thump-thump-thump-thump!’

The pace of his thrusting began to build, the bed creaking louder, my wife’s moans soaring in pitch and volume.

“Oh God! Oh God!”

This was no faked orgasm! Whoever her client was, he was giving my wife a thorough, body wracking orgasm and she was loving ever second of it.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God Yes! Oooohhhhh yyyessss!”

I listened hard, deep in cuckold hell!

My wife was climaxing loudly and wildly in bed once again; this time with a stranger and only feet away from me. And there was nothing I could do but listen in silence and feel the pain of her infidelity in my churning belly.

“Nnnngh! Nnnngh!”

‘Oh Yesss! Oh Yesss!’

“NnnnNNNNGGGGGHHH!”

“OwwwwyyyyeeeSSSSS!”

The sound of a male voice grunting as it built up to climax along with Alice’s obviously orgasmic exclamations rang round my head. My mind filled with obscene, agonising images of his cock throbbing, of semen spurting from its tip as he ejaculating deep in my wife’s body… or maybe on her belly… or her breasts… or even on her face!

I should have felt ashamed, humiliated, emasculated but I didn’t. I felt proud of my sweet, pretty wife, of her slender, boyish body, of her tiny breasts, of her pretty face, of her well-used vagina.

“Nnnngh! NNNNGGGHHH!”

Whoever he was, Alice’s client was getting value for his money. The loud, animal sounds of his orgasm filled my ears for what seemed an age. He could have no complaints; my wife had delivered the ‘full satisfaction’ required of her.

Finally the sounds of the bed thumping and their combined orgasmic grunting began to slow until they finally ceased. I pressed my ear to the door again and heard a low murmur in a deep male voice followed by a higher-pitched, light-hearted female giggle.

Whatever had happened between them, they were clearly relaxed in each other’s company.

I pressed my ear even closer to the door as the murmuring in both voices continued for a minute before silence fell.

Were they starting again? I could hear nothing. I pressed my whole head against the door, straining hard for any clue as to what was going on but to my frustration could hear nothing...

Wait! What was that? A creaking of the bedsprings? I strained even harder in the darkness…

Oh my God! It wasn’t creaking bedsprings; it was approaching footsteps! Someone was coming towards the door!

In sheer terror I ran from the doorway back into the kitchen as silently as I could, closing the door behind me, trapping my fingertips in the jamb in my hurry then cut the lights and sat on the floor in the furthest corner.

There were footsteps, slow and male in the hallway outside, going towards the door then returning even more slowly past the kitchen where I was hiding.

I closed my eyes and held my breath...

There was the sound of a shower running followed by the murmur of low, soft, relaxed conversation.

I breathed out heavily and noisily, keeping as still as I could in the darkness.

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes later but it felt like an eternity before I heard footsteps on the lounge floor once again followed by another pause, a few more murmured words and finally, the sound of the apartment’s front door closing.

My heart thumped in my chest as I waited in silence, my head spinning from all I had heard and the images going round and round in my mind.

There were footsteps outside the kitchen door.

Then it opened slowly and my lovely wife Alice entered and switched on the light. She was wearing the apartment’s fluffy white bath robe pulled tightly around her slender body. Her long blonde hair was tousled, her make-up smudged and I could see she was moving a little awkwardly.

I rose to meet and kiss her. She looked beautiful, vulnerable and exhausted, but with that special pink-flushed look I knew so well; the look that only massive sexual exertion could bring her.

Her body smelled strongly of sex, her breath reeked of semen.

My heart beat even louder as a wave of emotion surged through me; my wife, my lovely, pretty wife had once again been comprehensively fucked by another man – but this time by a man I hadn’t even seen.

The thought that she had been mistaken for a high class prostitute – even if in a very contrived way - added more spice to the sensations that pulsed through my body than I had dreamed possible.

She gave me a wan smile as she crossed to the fridge and pulled out one of the Diet Cokes I had brought. Popping it open, she drank long and deeply then slid stiffly onto the chair opposite mine. I looked into her lovely eyes; they were misty and a little confused.

I loved her so much.

“How do you feel?” I asked, my voice cracking a little with emotion.

“Tired,” she replied with a sigh. “I don’t know how real working girls can keep going night after night.”

I laughed. It helped relieve the tension.

“And they can have more than one client a day,” she continued.

“I think your client was a special case,” I said knowingly. “I can’t imagine Carmen sending you anyone who wasn’t spectacularly good in bed.”

My wife grinned, her lovely eyes twinkling. “He was certainly that.”

A strangely satisfying twinge of cuckold jealousy passed through me but I tried to ignore it. As if seeing my discomfort, Alice leaned forward and asked anxiously.

“Are you okay? Was it what you wanted?”

Her gown fell open as she leaned towards me, exposing her tiny naked breasts. From their dark colour and swollen teats, I could see how sore her nipples were and wondered what her ‘client’ had done to her. No doubt I would find out in time.

“It was painful as it always is but I’m okay,” I told her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Was it harder just listening? Not being able to watch?”

I pondered for a moment.

“It would have been nice to watch, but I knew it wouldn’t be possible so I wasn’t too disappointed. Besides, I had something new to listen to this time, didn’t I?”

She blushed deeply, wriggled on her chair and winced.

“I didn’t know you were into spanking?” I grinned.

“Neither did I. He just sort of grabbed me, put my over his knee, pulled down my knickers and did it!”

“Did it hurt?”

“Oh yes!”

“But you didn’t mind?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” she smiled.

She was right; there hadn’t been the slightest suggestion of resistance in anything I had heard.

“Can I see?” I asked hesitantly. She frowned so I added; “Please, sweetheart. You know how I feel about you.”

Alice’s face broke into a smile. She slowly stood up and, turning her back towards me, raised the rear hem of her gown until her small, athletic buttocks were clearly visible.

I gasped; there was a large dark pink patch with the clear imprint of fingers around the sides. My wife had been spanked very thoroughly and by an expert.

“Wow!”

“I know. It was my first time but...”

“But it won’t be your last?” I finished her sentence. She shook her head slowly.

“Not if it feels like that!”

She turned to face me again and sat back on her chair. I held her hand and we looked into each other’s eyes. Whatever the condition of her body, the woman I adored was slowly becoming mine again.

“Could you hear us clearly?” she eventually asked.

“Almost everything; although Julie did drown you out a few times.”

“She is a bit of a screamer isn’t she?” Alice laughed again then looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do I sound like that when I’m…”

“Being fucked? Cumming?” I volunteered with a cheeky grin.

Alice nodded, her expression bashful.

“Sometimes you’re very noisy,” I told her. “But when you’re cumming really hard you go silent. Your eyes bulge and it looks like you’re going to choke.”

“It sounds terrible! Why would you want to watch me doing that?”

“You’re kidding!” I said in a harsh whisper. “Watching another man make you cum in a way I can’t is the most erotic thing in the world!”

She smiled and put her hand on mine.

“And the screaming?”

“I love that too. I love watching you being seduced; I love watching you getting fucked and having amazing orgasms. I love licking all the stickiness from your body afterwards and having sloppy seconds when I can. I even enjoy being tormented about it by the She-Devil.”

“You’re an amazing man, Cucky-Boy. I do love you!” my freshly-fucked wife said, looking me directly in the eyes and grinning.

“I’m a lost cause, Alice!” I smiled wryly. “And you’re a slut wife. I wonder how Gary and Julie will end up.”

As if on cue, the thump-thumping resumed from the room where Julie and her ‘client’ were ensconced. It was slow, hard and machine-regular. A low female moan was clearly audible, its soft squeals of delight keeping time with the thumping.

Whoever her client was, he was in no hurry to finish and was clearly in full control of his body and hers.

We listened as the young mother’s arousal grew and grew and her moaning became louder and louder. The pace of the thumping increased until the moaning became a low pitched wail. It was clearly genuine; not even a real prostitute could fake pleasure like our friend was enjoying.

My cock became very hard again. I silently closed the door then sat down and took my wife’s hot hand. Her robe had fallen open again; I stared at her pink-mottled chest and tiny breasts with their sore nipples.

Alice must have noticed my stare because she pulled her robe around her breasts then, as if something had just occurred to her, dipped her hand into one of the pockets and pulled out a wad of twenty-pound notes.

She placed them on the table between us.

I raised an eyebrow in question.

“My earnings, Cucky-Boy. My immoral earnings. I’m handing them over to you; you’re my pimp aren’t you?”

“I think that accolade belongs with Carmen,” I protested, picking up the money and absent-mindedly counting it. Did it make a real difference to you? Playing the whore, taking money. Did it make it better?” I asked, desperate to know the truth.

Alice leaned closer to me.

“I can’t believe the difference it made!” she hissed, her eyes were suddenly wide and excited, her voice animated.

Realising she had spoken much too loudly, she clapped hand over her mouth and continued in a stage whisper.

“It was everything I hoped it would be and more! Being stared at in the bar; feeling really good about myself and how I looked. The idea of being thought sexy enough for a good looking man – a complete stranger - to want to pay so much to fuck me… I’ve never felt so sexy and alive in my whole life.”

“Jesus Alice!”

“I know. I couldn’t believe it myself. And the idea that it was a stranger – someone I knew nothing about, who I’ve never even met before and will probably never meet again! It added SO much to the thrill!”

There was no doubting the sincerity in her voice.

“It sounded like it too,” I told her. “Was he as good as Steve? As Mitch?”

“Yes! No! I don’t know! I wasn’t taking notes, Cucky-Boy! It’s impossible to tell. I was so caught up in the whole Julia Roberts ‘hooker’ thing that it all became a blur.”

She winced.

“Are you sore?” I frowned.

She blushed and looked awkward.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. There was a pause.

“You’ll find there’s an extra eighty pounds in that pile,” she told me, nodding at the wad of bank notes still in my hand.

“What? Why?”

“He wanted an ‘extra’ so I charged him a bit more.”

“Alice! What did he want?” I asked, gobsmacked. She really had got into the role big-time.

“Can’t you guess?” she replied, her face bashful, her bottom fidgeting on her seat.

The penny dropped!

“You mean he took you in the… you charged him extra for anal sex?

She nodded, her eyes lowered.

“And he was good at it?”

“Very good!” Her response was immediate; there was real decision in her voice. “Very, very good!”

“Was that when you screamed?”

She nodded again.

“Actually, once we’d got the first fuck over we did nothing but anal. He said it’s his favourite and, like I said, he’s very good at it. You know what it does to me.”

I certainly did know, having watched Carmen’s husband Steve take my wife’s anal virginity earlier in the year. It was the same evening in which I had given Julie her first oral sex too. It wasn’t a night I was going to forget any time soon.

“It hurts now though,” Alice continued, fidgeting on her seat. “He was quite big and a bit rough though we used lots of lube. I didn’t care at the time I was so overwhelmed, but I suppose I’ll pay the price in the morning.”

“Did you tear?”

“A little. It’s okay though.”

“Do you want me to…”

“NO!” she hissed harshly then smiled. “Sorry. Let me keep a little mystery please?”

“Okay,” I agreed, understanding her feelings and adding, “Was it worth it?”

“Oh my God yes! Definitely!”

In the other bedroom, the thumping had moderate a little and Julie’s orgasmic wailing had softened with it. She was still moaning softly but the bedsprings were silent. I tried to imagine what the supposed ‘whore and her client’ might be doing. Remembering how well Julie had responded to my own cunnilingual attentions that would have been my first guess.

I was about to ask Alice to tell me even more details of her latest infidelity when I felt a vibration in the jacket on the back of my chair. It took a moment to realise what was happening but then I quickly turned and pulled out my mobile phone. I had left it on ‘silent’ so hadn’t heard it ringing.

There were six missed calls from an unknown number but the maker of the current and the last three calls was very familiar indeed. In the centre of the large black screen were the words.

‘Carmen Mobile’

I quickly touched the ‘answer’ button and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Hi Carmen,” I whispered into the handset.

“Hi Mister Cuckold. How have you managed all on your own?”

“It’s all going very well thanks.”

“How’s your pushover of a wife?”

“She’s with me now.”

“Did my friend deliver the goods? Does she look as well-fucked as usual?”

“God yes!”

I grinned at my wife and mouthed the word ‘Carmen’. Alice smiled back and raised her eyes to the ceiling in mock exasperation.

“I’m very pleased to hear it,” Carmen continued. “Was Julie very disappointed?”

“No of course not,” I replied, puzzled. “Why should she be? She’s in the bedroom with her ‘client’ now and it sounds like they’re having a great time.”

“Her client?” Carmen repeated.

“Yes, her client. Isn’t that what high class prostitutes call them? He was late and then both girls over-ran the two hours. From what I can hear they can’t go on much longer. From the noises she’s making, I reckon Julie is about to pass out.”

“Oh shit!” Carmen hissed.

“What’s the matter?”

I could just about make out a heavy sigh.

“Have you got a load of missed calls on your phone?” she asked eventually.

“Yes. Three from you and half a dozen from someone I don’t know. It was on silent so I didn’t hear, sorry. Besides my mind was elsewhere.”

“Can Alice hear you?” she asked coldly.

“Maybe. Probably not. Why?”

“Just listen carefully and let me know you’ve understood. Okay?”

“Okay!” I replied uneasily. Alice heard my tone of voice and frowned.

“The missed calls are from my friend – one of the ‘clients’ as you put it. He got caught in an accident on the motorway and had to go back home. I gave him your mobile number so he could call and tell you.”

“Okay. So you mean…”

“He’s back home in London with his wife and kids. When he couldn’t get through to you he called me and I’ve been trying to get through to you too.”

My blood ran cold.

“So that means…”

“It means only one of the men the girls picked up tonight was sent by me. I have no idea who the other guy is or how he came to be there with you.”

“O…kay…”

“Did they tell you their names?” Carmen asked but then continued: “They probably gave false names anyway. What did they look like?”

“I only saw the first one. I was hiding here in the kitchen when the girls brought them up.”

“It should have been simple,” she said, frustrated. “Did they use the code words? Did they say they were ‘Friends of Carmen’?”

“I’ll find out but it won’t be easy,” I whispered. “Alice is on a real high and I don’t want to bring her crashing down.”

“You’ve got to find out. My two boys were guaranteed to be clean. We have no idea what the stranger might have been like; what he might be carrying. Whichever one had him might need to get herself checked out.”

“I’ll find out and call you back.”

I thought for a few moments; about Alice, about Julie, about Gary and about my own desires. Either Gary’s wife Julie or my own wife Alice really had been mistaken for a high class hooker, taken to bed, fucked in a multitude of ways and paid for doing it like a high class whore.

Neither of them realised this yet. Only I knew that one of us really was married to a whore.

I returned to the table where Alice was opening another can of Coke. She was looking tired now, but clearly very happy. In her clean white robe it was hard to imagine that her good mood had been brought about by an evening of calculated infidelity with a stranger.

If her current elation was anything to go by, this was something my wife would soon want to repeat.

I sat across the table and smiled, wondering how on earth to begin. Eventually I opted for a fairly direct approach.

“Did Carmen’s system work okay?”

Alice looked at me, puzzled, her pretty face still pink from her recent orgasms and her eyes a still dreamy from post-coital glow.

“I mean the code words. Did it all go smoothly?”

“Of course, Cucky-Boy,” she smiled, patting me on the hand. “And you were great too.”

“So tell me what happened!”

“You’re sure you want to know?”

“I have to know, however painful it is,” I told her. “It’s part of the deal we agreed remember. You get fucked, I get to watch and if I can’t watch, you tell me everything.”

“Okay,” she took another sip of her cold drink. From the look on her face, she was obviously happy to tell the tale. “My ‘client’ called himself Simon. Very soon after you’d come up here he came over to Julie and me in the bar and offered to buy us both a drink. He was really good looking and very polite to both of us but I could tell he was mostly interested in me.”

“Gentleman prefer blondes,” I suggested. She grinned.

“Maybe. I’ve never been a brunette so I can’t judge.”

“How did he start things off?

“He made a bit of small talk. When we accepted the drinks it was sort of a signal that he was in the right place so he pulled up a stool. Eventually he said that the hotel bar was a good place for people to meet after work. He asked if we were working that night.”

Whether that was clever or crude, I couldn’t tell but it had certainly worked on my wife.

“Julie giggled and said it was Friday night so any work we did would have to pay enough for it to be worthwhile missing the fun.”

“Cheeky girl!” I laughed as quietly as I could.

“It made him laugh,” Alice grinned. “Then he turned to me and asked if I fancied a bit of fun - if he made it worth my while. I said it sounded interesting.”

“Did he ask you how much you wanted?”

“He asked what would compensate me for missing an evening with my lovely friend.”

“What did you tell him?”

“What Carmen told us to say; three hundred for two hours, a thousand for the night.”

“How did he react?”

“He said he was sure I would be worth it then told me he had a friend in the city called Carmen and asked if I had heard of her. I said she was an old friend of ours so we both knew everything was okay.”

The thought that my wife had actually told a stranger she would sleep with him for money – even if it was a fantasy and that stranger was both good-looking and ‘safe’ – filled me with a deep thrill.

But most importantly, the fact that the man, whoever he was, had used the correct phrase told me my wife had almost certainly gone off with the right person. But I had to be sure.

The worried look on my face must have given away my concern because Alice took me by the hand and looked straight into my eyes.

“What’s the matter? Are you really upset this time?”

I didn’t know what to tell her. Alice smiled indulgently, put her hand on my arm and continued.

“It’s a bit late to have second thoughts, Cucky-Boy. I’m afraid my honour disappeared a long time ago. And you were there to see it go as I recall!”

I returned her look, took a deep breath and explained, my words accompanied by a soundtrack of our young friend Julie’s screaming, howling moans as if the unknown stranger was now fucking her to within an inch of her life.

When I had finished, my lovely wife only had one thing to say.

“Oh shit!”

She could have been more imaginative but her words reflected my views exactly. I was about to say as much but she continued:

“I thought Julie was getting a bit too excited. Oh I know I’m not perfect, but Jules really was getting high on the whole prostitute idea. She had at least one more cocktail than me too. But we’d talked about the code words so much, I can’t believe it just went straight out of her head!”

“Whoever he is, she seems to be getting a great deal of pleasure out of him,” I observed as the moaning and wailing grew louder and louder and the thump-thump-thump grew stronger and faster. “Just how long can a man last? Surely he’s go to cum soon!”

“Lucky cow!” my unfaithful wife said enviously.

“Alice!” I exclaimed but then saw the huge grin on her face. I suspected at least part of it was relief.

But then the performance came to a noisy conclusion as the unknown man’s voice briefly joined Julie’s in a long, ecstatic moan and his climax began in earnest.

The thumping sound became irregular, more violent then slowed before finally stopping.

“Jesus! Who is that guy?”

With the apartment now in silence, Alice and I sat in silence too so as not to spook Julie’s mystery client. After a few minutes there was a brief period of low murmuring followed by the sound of a shower running.

“They must have finished,” I said unnecessarily. “Julie’s over-run her time just like you did. I’m sure no real prostitute would let that happen without charging more.”

“Who says she hasn’t?” my wife said, a teasing, knowing smile on her face. “I did!”

A few minutes later the sound of a door opening made us both look up. There were footsteps and a slightly awkward conversation taking place outside the closed kitchen door as two people walked past towards the apartment’s entrance. There was a pause, the sound of a heavier door closing then more soft footsteps.

Then the kitchen door opened and Julie entered the room. Like Alice, she had pulled on the hotel’s white robe but in Julie’s case it was hanging wide open. Her lovely young body could be seen within from her soft, rounded breasts to the dark triangle between her thighs.

She looked elated; on a real high and I could clearly see that her body bore the familiar, unmistakeable signs of recent sex. Like my wife, her face was flushed, her chest pink and her hair tousled though she had clearly tried to brush it hurriedly.

As I stood up and crossed to the fridge I couldn’t avoid noticing that her exposed labia were an angry dark pink colour and grossly distended.

“Wow!” she gasped, pulling the robe around her young body and flopping down on the stool I had just vacated.

I popped open a cold can of Diet Cola and passed it to her. Julie immediately took a long pull then placed the can on the table in front of her and beamed at us both.

“That was amazing! I never dreamed it could be like that, not even with Steve!”

Alice and I exchanged glances but Julie was too excited to notice. Instead she kept on talking.

“Where on earth does Carmen find all these people?” she asked rhetorically. “She’s an amazing woman! I’d better send her a message to say everything’s okay.”

Alice and I exchanged glances again. It was time to find out.

“She’s already called,” Alice said. “We both got a bit carried away and over-ran so you were still in the bedroom.”

“Did you tell her how well it all went?” Julie asked brightly.

“Of course,” I said.

“Was she pleased?”

“Of course,” I repeated.

“She should be; she’s a genius! I’ve never felt so… Oh, so alive… in all my life!”

Her body screamed out that this was nothing but the truth, from the sparkle in her eyes, the overtly sexual aura that radiated from her lithe young body and the soft post-coital slur in her voice.

I stared in amazement. If my own wife had taken easily to the life less monogamous, Julie’s journey from the inexperienced, innocent young mother who had never had an orgasm in her life to the wanton, sexy-crazed before us had been short, smooth and precipitous.

How could I possibly pour cold water on this degree of excitement? And yet for her own sake, it had to be done.

“Carmen particularly wanted to know how you got on,” I began, looking at Alice for support.

“She wanted to know how the secret code worked,” my wife took up the thread. “I told her how my guy said he had a friend in town called Carmen but that he and I had left together before your guy showed up.”

“What about you Jules?” I asked. In her post-coital glow she still hadn’t realised something was amiss.

“Same thing,” she told us unsuspectingly. “But he said something like ‘I’m a friend of your friend’. That had to be Carmen didn’t it?”

Alice and I looked at each other meaningfully

“What is it? What’s the matter?” Julie asked, finally noticing the change in atmosphere.

“Do you really want to know?” Alice asked quietly. “Be sure before I tell you.”

“How can I say no after you put it like that?” she asked. “Come on; tell me what’s wrong?”

So I told her, calmly and slowly, watching her pretty young butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth face go from elation to concern, from concern to worry, from worry to fear then from fear to… something else; something unexpected and unreadable.

“I’m sorry Jules but there isn’t really any doubt,” I said quietly.

Her eyes were fixed on mine, wide open, a look I took to be horror on her face.

“You mean...” she asked softly and anxiously. I nodded.

“The man you went with wasn’t Carmen’s friend. Beyond what you just told me, we have no idea who he was.”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m afraid it looks like you just picked up a real punter.”

“Oh my God!”

“I can’t think of any alternative.”

“I’ve just been a... a... a prostitute for real?”

I nodded.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” I said. “Are you okay Jules?”

But there was no reply; instead I could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes as the realisation struck. Julie’s hands trembled as she screwed the wad of ten pound notes in her fingers under the table; the undeniable evidence of her unintended prostitution.

“Did you use protection?”

“I’m back on the pill,” she replied. Alice and I stared at each other.

“Did you use condoms?”

“Yes! No! Maybe not all the time, I’m not sure. I got a bit carried away!”

Again my wife and I exchanged looks. We knew only too well how easy it was to get carried away during a date and let things get out of hand. After one of our very early sessions with Carmen’s husband Steve, Alice had actually conceived and been pregnant with his child for a short time before miscarrying.

“Well we’ll just have to get you tested. It’s not difficult and then you’ll know for sure.”

“He was really nice too…”

“I’m sure he was and you’re probably okay. Just don’t have unprotected sex with anyone until you know,” my wife said encouragingly. “Not even with Gary.”

I didn’t ask what sort of ‘really nice’ man picks up prostitutes in a hotel bar then immediately felt ashamed of myself.

What kind of man encourages his wife and her friend to become prostitutes in a hotel bar? A man like me!

“At least everything went okay; it wasn’t a bad experience. At least you’re safe,” I volunteered but it didn’t seem to help.

“Come on Jules,” Alice’s arm went round her shoulders as she began to sob. “It’s okay; really it’s okay. And it can be our secret too, right? No-one needs to know, not Gary – not even Carmen if you don’t want her to.”

But for the moment, Julie was beyond replying; she just stared at the money in her lap, flicking the grubby notes through her fingers while a single, solitary tear ran down her right cheek.

***

I dropped Julie off at her house before taking Alice back home. As we pulled into their driveway, there was a low light in the kitchen but, as she quietly opened the front door and turned to kiss me goodnight, there was no husband waiting up to greet her.

“Will you be okay?” I asked anxiously. “You’ve had quite an evening.”

She smiled softly and innocently, the vulnerable little girl within her showing through. I felt a twist of emotion within my chest and tried to reconcile the sweet creature before me with the cock-hungry slut I had seen only a short time before.

“I’ll be fine,” she said quietly and slightly sadly.

“You’re welcome to stay with us, you know that. It must have been a shock.”

She laughed hollowly.

“It’s not that, its me... it’s... well, shall I see you both on Sunday perhaps? We could talk maybe?”

“That would be nice,” I smiled. “Will Gary come too?”

“He’s playing golf. Besides I think it would be better if he didn’t hear everything don’t you? I’ll bring the kids.”

“Goodnight Julie,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. Our lips met and for a second a tiny waft of recent sex passed over me; exactly the way her incredible vulva had smelled that amazing night I had tongued her to her first oral orgasm.

“Goodnight and thank you so much, Cucky-Boy!” she sighed. “Do you mind if I call you that”

I shrugged and smiled.

“If the cap fits, I’d suppose I’d better wear it!”

“I wonder what cap fits me now?” Julie said as she slowly closed the front door.

I returned to the car then drove my dozing, satisfied wife to our empty but welcoming home through the darkened streets.

She was exhausted and as she stripped for bed I could see the marks of her latest infidelity beginning to form on her slender, almost androgynous body. As she lay naked on her back on our marital bed, I licked and kissed her sweet flesh with a love and tenderness that belied the passion welling within me.

Tomorrow the small bruises around her breasts would be darker and more uncomfortable, her hips would ache and she would find it awkward to sit.

Having insisted on using condoms as a real prostitute would, there was disappointingly no creampie between her thighs for me to enjoy that night so I contented myself with a long, slow lapping of her pink, sore slit with its swollen, puffy, dark-pink lips.

The deep, musky aroma filling my head and mouth told me clearly just how hard and plentiful her orgasms had been and I revelled in its narcotic effect.

She winced when I mounted her and slipped my own erection into her loose, over-used vagina but made no attempt to deny me the sloppy seconds to which my status as cuckold husband entitled me. Fortunately for her sore vulva, I was so aroused by the whole evening that I climaxed within a few minutes of thrusting, filling her vagina with my spermless semen in my usual futile attempt to reclaim a little of her unfaithful body for myself.

I lay awake in the darkness for a long time afterwards, listening to my wife’s slow, steady breathing, wondering how Julie must be feeling at that moment and of course, what on earth would happen next.

One thing was sure; neither Alice not Julie would be happy with a cuckold husband and single lover any longer.