In the rearview mirror, glimpses of her pale, bare skin flashed in the passing streetlights. The angle was bad, so the back seat was a cluster of shadows; I couldn’t tell if he was fucking or eating her. Either way, I chuckled to myself—not much of a whore—he hasn’t even paid yet.

One foot kicked my shoulder as she opened herself for him. Her other heel braced against the door, leaving a smudge on the window. The fumbling back there reminded me of the story she told about giving up her virginity in the middle row of her parents’ minivan. But then they were parked in the woods somewhere, not swerving through heavy Southern Cal traffic. Each time I changed lanes, their bodies slid across the dark leather seat, inciting grunts and giggles.

The heavy breathing settled down when I pulled the Escalade up a steep driveway and cranked the parking brake. I gave them a sec to untangle and let him zip up before I hopped out to open her door. When I leaned in to help her out, I asked, “So? What’d you think, Babe?”

“Are you kidding?” she said, and landed a sloppy kiss on my mouth. Her round brown eyes flared with excitement. “This is fucking crazy!”

By then, William had made his way back to our side. He took a steadying breath, still adjusting his clothes. The flush of exertion was still apparent, but his voice was level. “Now to business.” As if that were her cue, Bea excused herself to go freshen up. The white robe fluttered behind her as she hurried up the steps, revealing the beautiful breasts I couldn’t quite see in the rearview mirror a moment ago. Only the stockings and garter remained of the conservative attire she wore into the restaurant.

After watching her vanish inside, his attention returned to me, and he tapped his phone. “Go ahead and check your Venmo.”

I glanced at my notification. $2,000. Wow. “A bonus?” I said. “So, dinner went well?”

“As I said before, your wife has been so accommodating to us.”

Us? I just nodded and locked my screen. The extra grand was nice, but not what caught my interest. Who the hell was ‘us’ and what had gone on in that restaurant?

With a gracious gesture toward the house, he followed me up the steps where Bea had disappeared.

Inside, my host offered a glass of Scotch from behind an ornately carved bar. Smooth, peaty. I sat on one of the leather-padded bar chairs and admired the place. Smaller than I expected, but well appointed. This wasn’t all William’s doing; he had a woman around. A classy woman. Where did she fit into all this?

Bea was taking her time, so we engaged in small talk about the terrible traffic and the hotel he’d arranged. He swirled his Scotch, his voice dropping. “That mole, right above her labia. A perfect little mark.”

Was he screwing her in the car or giving her a gynecological exam? “I guess I missed that,” I answered the odd comment. “Normally, she’s not so…exposed down there,” I said, recognizing his perceived dominion over her body by his request that she wax her coochie…and that he had already been intimate with her.

Behind me, a door clicked. “Oh. Hi, babe,” Bea emerged into the hallway, wearing nothing but a wry smile, like she didn’t expect me to be there still after her client paid up. She’d washed the makeup from her face, including the smudge of lipstick I noticed earlier. The robe, garter belt, and stockings were all gone, and my cock was harder than it had ever been.
The plump folds of her twat, normally shrouded by a manicured bush, were smooth, fully exposed between her thighs—the first time all night I’d had a chance to take in how magnificent she looked. I did notice the mole, but it was her ass that got my attention. Her cheeks bore bright red handprints, and remnants of cum smeared her back. Christ. Accommodating was an understatement, I’d say.

Coming out from behind the bar, William looked down and caressed one of her small breasts—both nipples swollen and aroused. He kissed her softly on the lips, far calmer now than the frenzy I’d witnessed in the Escalade. She swirled her tongue into his mouth as she pressed her nude form against his. A delicate strand of saliva connected them when she drew her face away to look into his.

With a sly sideways glance at me, she shifted her affections wholly to him. In a low, sultry voice, she murmured, “Let’s get you back inside me.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expected to do. My job was to stay close, but they clearly didn’t need a chaperone. As they drifted into the bedroom, I hesitated in the hall. They left the door cracked. An invitation? I peered through the gap at the huge sleigh bed and the single leather recliner at its foot. Men’s clothes were strewn across the floor. I retreated into the living room, feeling like an intruder. Was I supposed to take a seat and watch this guy own my wife?

When I looked again, he stood on his knees with his cock pumping her face. Her mouth stretched around his substantial girth, while both hands gripped his ass cheeks. She worked him to the edge before impishly denying him release. I leaned on the door jamb, watching, hand busy inside my pants. Just as I thought he was going to explode down her throat, he withdrew and pushed her onto her back. 

With William’s head between her thighs, she caught my gaze across the room and silently mouthed to me: "I love you," and gripped his hair. I dropped into the chair. Her head tipped, eyes fluttering closed in surrender. Her exquisite tits jiggled as he devoured her. Damn, she’s good.

For long, sensuous minutes, she hovered at the precipice, teeth pressing into her lip. After a final shudder, she coaxed him up her body to take her properly.

"Please, William…" Despite her urgency, she still only whispered. Her voice caught theatrically as his lips crawled up her body. His tongue circled her navel, then moved higher to tease each taut nipple before claiming her mouth.

"Inside me. Now," she pleaded against his lips. I recognized that small, familiar gasp when he entered her, the wet sound of him filling her. From my vantage at the foot of the bed, I could see him stretch her wet pussy open right below his hairy taint and thighs. Her ankles locked behind his back, drawing him deep.

"Harder," she demanded, polished red nails digging into his shoulders. “Pound me! Like my black men do in those stories you love!” The words triggered some savage impulse in him, driving her hard across the bed. Her skull knocked against the wooden headboard with a heavy ‘thump’. I flinched, but she only arched her neck further, taking it.

Cum dripped over my knuckles, but I continued to knead my heavy meat, watching her body frantically twist. He flipped her legs over his shoulders, gripped her ankles, and railed her, his foot leveraging the footboard to increase the force. Grabbing her hair, he wrestled her into doggy position, face smashed into the sheets. ‘Crack.’ More palmprints. 

For his age, William’s stamina was amazing. I envied his ability to hold back in her tight snatch. Bea was saying all the right things, everything I expected, until she cried out, “Take your money’s worth from this cunt!”
That line fell flat. I saw him falter. A tension appeared in his shoulders that wasn’t there a second ago. He slowed, then pulled out. Flaccid. She stared at it, stunned. After all he’d done to set this up, this is how he finished? What the fuck?

The two of them sprawled awkwardly across the bed. I checked my watch: 11:57. His time was about up, and the whole arrangement was falling apart.

Their bodies were still intertwined, but the wild-eyed woman who’d begged for him moments ago lay still, breasts flattened against her chest. After a few empty minutes, she released his arm and crawled off the edge of the mattress to my perch in the chair. In my lap, she stroked the stickiness on my exposed shaft. Then, using a kiss to shield her voice, she whispered, “He hasn’t cum yet.”

From behind her, William’s voice rose, “Would you be open to the ‘overnight option’ we discussed last week?” She looked at me, the unspoken question on her lips. Then he offered, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

She leaned back to look at me. Her face had that gleam again. “Can I call you in the morning? To come get me?”

She wanted to be alone with him. I always pressed her to do this, but she never would. She said, “It feels too real, too intimate.” I didn’t know where the change of heart came from. She thinks she owes him? No. Something else.

I looked past her shoulder at William. His expression acknowledged this was way beyond our agreed-upon terms. My first impulse was to say “no.” I wasn’t a cuck. But even though I’d already cum in my hand, I was hard again, picturing what she might have in mind for him. That was a deal I wanted as much as he did.

“Every detail tomorrow, right?” I asked and swatted her bottom one more time to leave my mark on top. She nodded and practically leaped back to the bed.

I stood up and extended my hand. “It’s a deal.” The warmth of his palm made it feel more like a friendly loan than the transaction it was. I had just sold my wife for the second time in a night. This time, watching the look on her face as she went back to him, I knew it was for something more than sex. More than the money.

This guy had paid handsomely for her body. She waxed her vagina smooth for him. Wore the silky lingerie and dress he’d bought for her. I still didn’t know what happened at the restaurant. I could see in her face that she had something in mind, but knew she couldn’t sell it if I were there.

Outside the bedroom door, I listened. “He’s gone, William.” A breathy pause, and a squeak of the mattress as she fell next to him. “Now you can make love to me.” I shuddered as my cock stiffened in my pants. Her phone call could not come soon enough.