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The Magician’s Wife Makes Her Own Magic

She has a talent all her own...
It hasn’t always been easy. There were times when we had more than enough but generally we’ve been scrappers. In spite of our best efforts we often just make it from week to week by the skin of our teeth. We’re okay with that. It makes for a bit of excitement and we actually find ourselves thankful that we’ve always had a roof over our heads and plenty to eat. We also consider it a blessing that we get to work together.

Jack has been in the entertainment business for all of his adult life. I met him when I was 23, just three years his junior. It didn’t take long for me to leave the security and boredom of my office job to assist the fiancé who would soon become my husband. It’s been 16 years now and I wouldn’t trade our time together for the world.

While the hubby wows the crowd with his skills as a magician, it is my duty to add some color to the evening. I’m a long legged, Vanna Whitish type who struts around in sequin dresses and shows a lot of cleavage. It’s fun to garner so much attention. I have a long, thick head of hair and beautifully painted eyes. My whole package reeks of sensuality and I love the harmless attention that it brings. I’ve always been a bit of a flirt and an exhibitionist, in a safe and sane kind of way. Nothing too outrageous mind you, just having fun as my wares are flaunted at our shows.

It has always made for a good sex life for Jack and me, this sexual tension between us that is ignited at our shows. It has made for many a wild night of acrobatic and superb sex! The fact that he and I know that every man - and many women for that matter - wants me has been a great kick start to many erotic nights. It’s always been nice just knowing that, though we don’t have a lot, we’ve always had each other. We’ve always had a love and passion for one another that has led to a fantastic and fulfilling sex life. Unfortunately, all of that has recently begun to unravel.

The downturn in the economy has hit just about every line of work out there and the entertainment industry is certainly no exception. Our compensation is tied to the attendance. In order to meet our expenses we need to pull in about $300 a day but lately we’ve been short about $100 and on some days that is all we get, leaving us some $200 in the hole. It’s been going on for weeks now and the longer it goes on, the bleaker our future looks.

The added financial pressure is hurting us even more than our checking account. I’ve begun to notice its impact on Jack and, in particular, his once seemingly endless hard on. It used to be that the man was always hard, especially as we are working and I parade around in my revealing outfits. Not so anymore, at least not in the last eight or ten weeks. I haven’t been laid but twice in that time span and I too am beginning to feel the effect. I’m a three times a week kind of girl, with hopes of getting it every single day. Lately this just hasn’t been cutting it. This season is putting us both on edge. I love him so much but for the very first time I’m beginning to wonder if our relationship is going to survive. I would do just about anything to help make it so.

Then one night, things took a bit of a turn. No, Jack didn’t find a pot of gold or a bottle of Viagra. What happened is that one of the club’s partners pulled me aside and shared with me that our contract is in jeopardy of being cancelled. It seems that, at least from his perspective, our magic show has run its course. He said it just isn’t exciting enough to draw in the crowds any more.

“There just aren’t enough butts in the seats,” he tells me. I am completely stunned. I knew things were tough lately, but we were still getting by, if only barely. What would we do if we go from $200 a night to zero...then what? Try as I might I can come up with little to dissuade him until finally I blurt out something about making the show sexier.

“I guess it’s worth a shot. What do you have in mind?” he asks.

“How about if I wear a little less clothing? That should spice it up!” I say, trying to convince myself in the process.

“I don’t know. We’re losing money each and every night. Every time you don’t pull in $300 for yourselves we are losing money. When’s the last time you saw three bills at the end of the evening?”

He has a point. If what he says is true he’s lost money every single night for two months running. Think Chrissy, think, I say to myself. I can tell he just might pull the plug right after tonight’s show. Finally I pull something out of the hat.

“Have you seen the sword swallowing trick?” I finally counter. I look over at the stage and see that Jack is practicing for tonight’s show. As I place my hand in his I pull Paul behind the curtain and quickly close it for privacy. The quizzical look on his moderately handsome face is to die for. It’s soon replaced by a knowing nod. I’m guessing this isn’t his first of this type of negotiation. In a matter of seconds I’ve dropped to my knees and my hands are making quick work of his slacks and underwear. I haven’t had another cock since before my wedding. I find it quite exhilarating as its slick head pops out of his shorts and taps me on the bottom of my chin. How I’ve missed a hard one! As I lick up and down the shaft while fondling his musky balls I’m staring him straight in his eyes. Jack loves it when I do that. Apparently Paul does too.

I can feel his hand wrap around my hair, twirling it until he’s made a fist in the long, dark strands. Now I can’t get away even if I wanted to. He needn’t worry about that. It’s been too long since this hungry mouth has been wrapped around something this hard and tasty. I’m not going anywhere. It doesn’t take long for him to take complete control of my mouth. The harder he fucks my face, the greater his passion, the more I like it! I can tell he’s enjoying himself just as much as I am and soon he’s on the verge of coming.

“Oh fuck...OH FUCK!!!” he says as quietly as he can, given that my husband is not 25’ from us. “Where do you want me to come?” he whimpers.

As soon as he asks the question he loosens his grip on my hair, allowing me to pull my mouth off of his dick. I gaze up at him, giving him ‘the look’ once again.

“After I swallow a sword I always like to follow that with a disappearing act honey!” I tease before swallowing him again, grabbing his ass cheeks as I suck away at him.

“Holy fuck!” is all he can manage.

His grip is tightened now in my hair again so he can really pummel my willing mouth. After about the fifth thrust the first stream of his thick spunk hits the back of my throat. It makes me so damn hot I begin to suck him even harder. I’m determined to put an end to this nonsense about contract cancellations and unemployment. I know from experience that my hungry, sensual mouth is just the ticket. I haven’t drunk this much cum in years and his doesn’t taste half bad. After every last drop has passed my lips I finish him off by giving his long, shaved tool the ultimate tongue bath. I want him begging for this mouth of mine.

“Now I assume that the attendance will be up tonight?” I coo.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “I think it’ll be way up tonight.” The irony brings a smile to both of our faces.

“Good, I’m glad we understand each other,” I say as a wicked smile crosses my face. As satisfying as this was, what I really need is a hard dick to ride. I am soaking wet and need to come so badly. Still crouching down at his feet I pull my skirt up to rest on my upper thighs, revealing my tiny thong. As he longingly looks down at my gorgeous legs, I know I’ve got him. Soon my hand is pulling the steamy fabric to the side, putting my wet, clean shaven lips right on display. The clear nectar is dripping from my sultry well. As my eyes are locked on his I slide two fingers deep inside my pussy. My moan is loud, too loud. It’s authentic but is also for effect. I want him - no I need him - to want this, really want this. And frankly I’d like nothing better than to fuck that big thick cock right here and now.

In my sexiest voice I seal the deal. “Do you want this?” I ask as I draw my dripping fingers out of my cunny and straight to my mouth. Slowly, and one at a time, I take them between my lips and suck them clean.

“Hmmmmm...Yes! Damn am I tasty! As I was saying, if you want this, I’m sure we’ll be packed out again tomorrow night, right?” I stand up and swipe my wet fingers across his lips and blow him a sensual kiss. The look on his face is priceless. I know right now I could push over him with just one more blown kiss. I smile at him then turn and pull the curtain back and pass on through it. My eyes catch Jack’s just as my tongue discovers a little remnant of Paul’s cum still on my lips. I’m smiling as I swallow the tasty treat.

It’s sweet. My Jack is smiling back at me. He has no idea that, at least for the time being, I’ve just put an end to all of our worries. I’m at peace for the first time in many weeks. It seems all is well as I kiss him on the cheek then sit down in the front row to watch as he continues to prepare for tonight. After all of these years he still amazes me with his talent. But, in light of what I have just accomplished, I’m just as impressed with myself.

I guess it’s safe to say that the old man’s not the only one who knows how to turn a trick!

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