“Perfect,” I said, looking at myself in the mirror as I ran my hands down the front of my tight-fitting denim dress, with the full-length zipper lowered to just below my large, firm, ample tits.  The dress barely covered my perfect ass, accentuated by my high heels, raising me up three inches from my five-foot-seven height. My long, light brown hair cascaded over my shoulders. I finished by painting my lips bright red.

“Fuck, yes!” my husband, Chase, growled, walking in the door from work, seeing me standing in front of the mirror. “That’s my slut wife I want to come home to!”

“You like?” I asked, turning and offering a smile. My nipples reached out to him from under my dress. My smile grew as I saw the obvious movement across the front of his pants.

“You look hotter than a five-alarm blaze in hell,” he said.

“Compliments like that will get you everywhere you want,” I said with a wink. I walked across the room, put my arms around his neck, and gave him a big kiss. His hands moved freely across my body. “I found a house that just became available today that I think you’re going to love,” I said, keeping my arms around his neck. “I want to show it to you.”

“Dressed like this?” he asked.

“Dressed just like this,” I answered. “I know how much you like showing me off in public,” I added with a smile. “The owner is waiting for us.”

“He’s going to wait longer,” Chase announced. “You dress like a cock-tease for me when I come home from work, you’re going to get fucked. He lowered the zipper of my dress further to release my tits.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby. I’ve been hungry for you all day. I need you to fuck me. How about we see the house, then come back. If we get the house, you can fuck me like a whore all night?” I asked. I winked and gave him another kiss.

Instead, he pulled me tight against him and kissed me again. His hard cock pressed against my abs. He pulled the bottom of my dress up as we kissed, baring my ass, before spanking it hard. I whimpered in the kiss.

My arousal intensified, realizing we weren’t going anywhere yet. My pussy tingled. My hands immediately moved down to open his belt and pants, reaching in to take hold of his throbbing cock in my petite hands.

Our lips parted, and he pushed me down to my knees in front of him like a whore. His hard cock bounced in front of my hungry lips. My tongue playfully circled the head of his cock as my eyes looked up at him teasingly. I knew he wanted more than that.

Chase took my head in both his hands firmly, interlacing my long hair through his fingers. He thrust forward, forcing his cock through my red lips and hungry mouth until it hit the back of my throat.

I gagged. Saliva immediately filled my mouth. I moaned. I love it when he takes control. My hands reached around and held on to his ass for stability.

Chase pounded my mouth, each thrust harder than the last. Thick saliva poured from my lips and down my chin, onto my exposed tits. I gurgled and moaned as he fucked my face with pent-up need. “Fuck yes!” His cock swelled even more. His back arched. “Fuck!” he yelled with one more thrust, launching what felt like a pint of his thick, hot, savory cum down my raw throat.

I hungrily moved up and down his thick cock, determined to drain him like a good girl. The warm, thick cum flowed down my throat like molasses. I licked his cock clean, using my tongue to capture every drop.

“You’re so fucking good,” Chase said, with a satisfied smile.

“I’m not done,” I answered, licking my lips as I stood. “Finish me when we come back?”

“Okay, let’s see this house,” Chase said, “then you’re mine.”

“All yours,” I said as I pulled my dress back down, and partially zipped up the front.. “I’ll tell you about the house on the way.” When I sat down in the car, my dress hiked up even more, exposing the bottom of my pussy.

“You’re not wearing panties,” Chase said as he pulled out of the driveway.

I smiled seductively. “I hope that’s okay with you.”

His hand moved up my leg as he drove, feeling how wet I already was. “Such a dirty girl,” he complimented.

“I want this house,” I squealed, as we drove. I shared the whole story of how I found it by accident earlier in the day, and walked through it with the landlord.  “It was all a complete surprise.” I explained how I cut through an upscale neighborhood as a shortcut while running errands. The beautiful tree-lined neighborhood was known for its nice two-story houses and well-manicured yards. I almost missed the subtle “for rent” sign while driving past the house. On a whim, I called the phone number on the sign. The landlord said he had just put the sign up that morning and was surprised by the quick call. We arranged to meet for the walk-through an hour later.

Chase and I have been wanting a larger house. We never imagined one in this neighborhood. This house was immaculate. The rooms were spacious, some with hardwood floors, others with new plush carpet. The house was freshly painted throughout. The kitchen was large, with gorgeous granite countertops and new appliances. The front and backyards were beautiful. The master bedroom was expansive, with a walk-in closet, a balcony overlooking the backyard, a huge master bathroom with a large glass double shower, and a jacuzzi tub. I told Chase that I knew he would love the shop in the large garage. Every room I walked into made me more excited about wanting the house. Needing the house.

“The landlord said he and his wife were the original owners and that he took pride in caring for it well,” I continued. “All of that changed when his wife cheated on him, before running off with her boss.”

“Wow, he told you that?”

“Yep. I could tell it still stung. He decided he needed to downsize for himself and find a place to make new memories, while keeping the house as an investment. He said he preferred to lock us into a lease, maybe eventually to own. But then my heart sank when he told me the rental price.”

“We can’t afford that, Camryn,” Chase said. “Why are we even going to look?”

“I think he liked me,” I answered. “I’m hoping we might be able to talk him into bringing the price down.”

“What made you think he liked you?”  

“I could tell he enjoyed inspecting me as much as I loved exploring his house,” I said with a teasing smile. “I caught him staring, seeing that he liked what he saw. It was kind of hot.”

“I’m sure you liked that.”

“It didn’t hurt that he was cute. He’s a fit, professional-looking guy, probably 15 to 20 years older than us, and just over 6 feet tall. I was flattered by his stares, even a little turned on. The more we walked through the house together alone, the more the sexual tension rose. He was always appropriate, but didn’t hide it very much.”

“Can’t blame him,” Chase said. “Another man wanting you is kind of hot. Of course, you liked the attention.”

“I always do,” I said. “The landlord followed me down the stairs toward the front door to finish the walk-through.  I knew his eyes were glued to my ass, wanting to strip me of my jeans. To be fair, I intentionally walked in a way that encouraged it. I unbuttoned another button to show off more cleavage. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned around, and I saw I had his full attention.”

“No doubt,” Chase said.

“I told him I’m very interested and that I hope we can reach an arrangement that works for both of us. He said he hoped so too, and agreed to meet us when you got off of work for you to see the house, and to explore options.” 

“That’s why you’re dressed like this,” Chase said.

I smiled. “I told you. I really like this house.”

As we pulled up into the driveway, the landlord’s car was already there, and the lights were on in the house. He opened the door to greet us as we walked up to the front door. I could tell Chase already liked what he saw of the house, and the landlord liked what he saw of me. They both said, “Wow,” at the same time.

“I’m so sorry we’re a few minutes late,” I said sincerely. “I hope that’s not what you’ll hold against me,” I added with a smile, purposely mixing the order of the words. I could see movement beneath his pants, despite his best efforts to hide it.

“Not at all,” the landlord said. “Come on in.”

Chase was blown away as we walked through the first level of the house, including seeing the shop in the garage. “This is amazing,” he said.

“I told you,” I said.

“Glad you like what you see,” the landlord said, staying near as we walked around, stealing glimpses of my provocative cleavage, barely covered ass, and legs.

“Wait until you see upstairs,” I said.

“Ladies first,” the landlord offered, feigning chivalry.

“Thank you,” I said, completely enjoying that both of them had an unobstructed view of my ass with each step I took up the stairs. I swayed my hips as I climbed. I could feel my pussy begin to tingle with arousal, causing my folds to begin to glisten.

The landlord let out a quiet moan.

“Lead the way,” Chase said, offering him to follow me upstairs. He didn’t argue.

After touring the upstairs, we ended up on the master bedroom balcony overlooking the backyard. I was at one end, while Chase was standing next to the landlord at the other.

“You two seem like a nice couple who would take care of the place. I can draw up the contract. I require a deposit for the first and last month. Payment is due by the fifth of each month. I’m in town and nearby if you have any issues. You can move in as soon as you like.”

“Uh, thanks,” Chase said. “Unfortunately, that lease payment is steep for us, not to mention a first and last deposit. Is there any way we can work something out to lower it?”

“It’s a fair price,” he said.

“It is,” Chase agreed. “It’s very fair. No argument there. It’s just more than we can afford right now. We both really like the house – especially Cam.”

“I might be able to bring it down a little,” he said. “But not much, with the mortgage, taxes, and maintenance.”

“What if we barter?” Chase offered. “I can help with the maintenance.”

“I appreciate it, but it’s kind of my hobby,” he answered.

“Something else that we can share?” Chase genuinely asked, trying to negotiate a way to make it work.

The landlord glanced over at me, then back at Chase, before returning his long gaze at me.

“Cam, walk over here,” Chase ordered.

I obeyed. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Unzip your dress,” he ordered.

“Out here?” I asked, looking around the backyard to see if neighbors could see. There were windows all around.

The look on Chase’s face answered firmly without words.

“Yes, sir,” I said. I immediately lowered the zipper a few inches.

“All the way,” Chase said. “Take it off.”

I dutifully unzipped the dress and took it off, handing it to him, standing completely naked except for my three-inch heels.

The landlord’s eyes were glued to me. There was no question about the immediate erection in his pants.

Chase threw my dress off the balcony, into the backyard below, stranding me naked. “Do you like what you see?” he asked the landlord, stepping back for him to have an unobstructed view.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” the landlord answered, his eyes glued to my large, firm tits, also shocked at Chase’s bold action. “What’s not to like?”

I blushed, but I was also turned on seeing the two of them stare at me.

“You’re right, what’s not to like?” Chase repeated in agreement. “Don’t just look,” Chase invited. “Touch her. She’s the real deal.”

The landlord gave a look of surprise at Chase, and then looked back at me. He reached out and grabbed my right tit.

“Just so you know, “ Chase teased. “Her nipples are very sensitive. You twist them, and she gets uncontrollably aroused. When she’s aroused, there’s nothing she won’t do.”

The landlord immediately twisted my nipple.

I let out a moan. My knees buckled a little. Truthfully, I was so turned on by his attention and another man wanting me.  I could tell that Chase was, too. I took another step toward the landlord, pressing my body against him.

Both of the landlord’s hands explored my body. He hadn’t experienced a woman’s touch since his wife left.

I instantly pulled his shirt off and reached down to open his pants, pushing them down as I lowered myself to my own knees. I looked up at him with my wide eyes as my mouth engulfed his hard cock.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled, unconcerned about the sound of his voice alarming neighbors.

My skilled tongue circled the bulbous head of his cock, before sucking it again into my wet mouth. Saliva built up, welcoming his length in until I gagged on his cock, kissing the back of my throat.

This time, the landlord’s knees were the ones to buckle. He took hold of my head, his fingers interlacing my long hair, pulling my face forcefully to his body.

I gagged again, but became voracious for him. I moaned with pleasure, letting him bury his throbbing cock down my hungry throat.

“Fuck, she’s good,” he complimented, face-fucking me for what felt like ten minutes, leaving my throat raw. He suddenly stood me up and bent me over the balcony rail, on display for what I hoped would be our new neighborhood.

My tits hung down on the other side of the rail, while he spread my legs wide to stabilize me. My ass and already-wet pussy offered themselves eagerly for his pleasure.

The landlord positioned his cock against my moist folds and plunged himself into me. We both moaned simultaneously with pleasure.

Chase took his cock out of his pants and began stroking as he watched this complete stranger fuck his wife on the balcony of a house he knew I would do anything to get. “What a fucking slut,” Chase complimented, knowing that when he talked dirty, it only made me more insatiably needy to be used.

The landlord took his time, gradually increasing the intensity of each thrust. His hands moved freely across my body, then spanked my ass.

Each time I whimpered, it only encouraged him.

I could feel my own climax unavoidably growing from the feel of the powerful fuck, and the arousal of being used by this stranger.

“Fuck, yes! I’m going to cum!” the landlord yelled, unintentionally loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

“Take her,” Chase said. “Use the slut.”

All of a sudden, a wave of euphoria crashed over me. “Yes!” I screamed. “Fuck me harder! I’m climaxing,” my knees buckled again. My body quaked like a tectonic shift before a tidal wave. I held onto the rail for dear life while the landlord continued to pound me from behind. I screamed, drenching his cock with my nectar.

The landlord grabbed my hair and fucked me harder from behind. With only a deep grunt, then growl, his body tightened up before suddenly filling my drenched pussy with his warm cream. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into himself as his seed painted my womb.

My body shook uncontrollably from my own climax and the feel of the landlord’s cock, still in me, filling me with his sperm. Cum poured, creating a trail down both my thighs.

“That was a good start,” Chase said. “I believe we have something we can negotiate with. You’ve only seen the beginning of what she’s capable of.”

The two men spent the next two hours fucking me rough on the floor of the master bedroom and in the Jacuzzi. I came several times, so aroused that they double-teamed me, manhandling, fucking my tits and every hole. They took me one more time in the large shower, as we cleaned up.

The two men got dressed. I stood there naked, with no access to my dress that remained in the backyard.

“You seemed to like what Cam has to offer,” Chase said. “How about you can fuck her once a month to make up the difference in price?”

“Wait, what?” I asked, shocked. “You’re bartering me?”

The landlord looked over at me like a commodity. “She’s good,” he said, ignoring my question, “but one fuck won’t cover the difference between what you can pay and my rent. I tell you what. With every fuck, I’ll knock fifty dollars off the next month’s payment.”

“Fifty dollars?” I said, even more shocked. “That’s less than a street whore!”

Chase laughed but shook his head no, answering the landlord back, again ignoring my words as if he didn’t hear them. “Two hundred,” he offered.

“Seventy-five.”

“One-fifty.”

“One hundred, and I determine when each session is done,” the landlord countered. “No limits. That’s my final offer.”

“That’s like more than once a week every month to make up the difference in rent,” I calculated out loud, also feeling strangely aroused at the idea.

“Deal,” Chase said, shaking the landlord’s hand to cement the arrangement.

“I’ll draw up the contract, listing ‘domestic duties’ to make up the difference,” the landlord said. “Of course, there is also the matter of the first and last month’s deposit that she’ll pay off at the same rate over the next three months.”

Chase smiled, looking at me. “Three months? That’s generous. Of course.”

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed. “That’ll mean every two or three days, on top of the once a week?”

The landlord smiled. “I guess it does,” he said, boastfully. “Fuck my old wife. I’d rather have you.”

Chase beamed with pride....