Frustrated Wives Club
BY LENNY

I am a married woman. We recently moved to Boston when my husband,
Edie got a better job offer. We bought a nice house just outskirts
of the city. Our daughter Jenny started to go to school.

We had to leave our little town in Midwest for the first time in our
lives.  It was very scary, but my parents gave us a letter to our
distant relatives who live in the area, and the people we found were
the greatest, making us feel at home, helping us settle in, amazed
us with their house-warming parties.

As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the big city
for the first time. I had never been exposed to all the sex and
violence and four-letter words in the "outside" world.  Edie and I
were about even in the sex department, and I didn't believe people
could do the things to each other that I have recently discovered
they do.

Edie and I had been married last seven years and we normally made
love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was unaware
of this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the years of my
marriage.  We had sex in the traditional, "missionary" position, and
as soon as Edie reached his climax, he would get up and take a
shower, and then we went to sleep cuddled together.  To me, the sex
felt good, but I thought that was all there was to it.  We had never
tried, or even discussed, oral sex or anything else for that matter.

One afternoon, one of my neighbors, Jackie came to our house
unexpectedly and invited me to women's tea party at five o'clock. I
was hesitant at first, to go out and wouldn't be home when my
daughter returned from school. After a long conversation, she
finally convinced me that I shouldn't have any worries, since we
would be able to see the school bus where we would sit.

I locked the door and we together walked to her house. My other
neighbors Jill and Annie were there too. There were kisses on my
cheek and a warm welcome. We sat in comfortable chairs in Jackie's
living room, me facing windows to catch the glimpse of the bus.

"Well Cindy, tell us about yourself." Annie started.

"What can I say... I'm just a plain country girl, nearly in my 30,
married for the last seven years. I have a daughter, she started
school this year. My husband is a car salesman. We try to meet ends
together." I summarized my background in a few sentences.

"Don't be so modest, darling." Jill remarked. "You are a beautiful
woman and your husband is surely quite handsome. I wouldn't mind a
bit if he ever makes a pass on me."

I could feel myself blush from head to toe, Jackie tried to console
me, telling me not to be intimidated by her friend's loose tongue.
We began to talk, and they asked me a lot of questions about my
attitude towards sex, and even my experiences.  I had never talked
to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the first time in my
life.  After a long conversation, they finally convinced me that I
had never really experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing of
its pleasures.

They seemed friendly young housewives who were interested in the new
neighbor who just moved in. Jackie was the youngest of the three. At
26, she was married to an engineer and without any child. Jill was
the bitchy redhead, at her late twenties, married to a lawyer. She
had no child neither. Annie was the outgoing brunette with a son, 8
years old, married to a banker. She was at 33. The only blond in the
room, I got their comments about my hair color. They asked whether
it had its natural color or I used a certain dye or a chemical to
treat my long curly tresses.

Finally school bus turned around the corner, I was at my feet. I
quickly excused myself to go out to meet my daughter.

From then on, I attended their customary 5 o'clock tea parties,
finding their company most pleasant. Although the subject of the
gossip always turned to sex. It became more and more acceptable for
me to talk freely in these matters.

Meanwhile our rate of sex diminished from two or three times a month
to once a month, which left me quite frustrated.

On a afternoon tea party, when I brought up the problem that I
couldn't get the enough attention in bed, they were all very
sympathetic.

"Welcome to the club." Annie smiled.

"What club?" With a puzzled look I asked.

"Frustrated Wives Club." Jackie explained.

"We were all being denied sex by our husbands like you in the past."
Jill said.

"In the past." Jackie emphasized.

"And now?"

"We organized."

"We found ways."

"What?"

"Our husbands should have already found some other women to fuck
around." Jill said.

"We give them their own medicine." Jackie retorted.

"They deserve to be treated accordingly." Annie added.

"Our husbands aren't the only men around."

"We have taken our revenge."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Annie has a lover, a graduate student at the university; Jill fucks
the mailman; I go out with a carpenter who worked in our house last
year. We meet at motels, and I get a good treatment from my lover
every now and then."

"Oh my god." I was shocked to find my friends to be adulteresses.

"But my dear, in order to join our club, you must prove yourself
worthy. You should declare your independence, you should free
yourself from the misery of the marriage you have sunk until now."

"Boston Tea Party!"

"Or our 5 o'clock tea party, whatever. We can teach you ways to find
yourself a man. You can get fucked as much as you like."

"I can't do it. I am a religious woman. Adultery is a sin."

"Don't be silly. To have a body like yours, and living without sex
is the greatest sin."

"Wouldn't you consider to find yourself a lover?" Jill suggested
innocently.

"But I love my husband. I have a family, a daughter."

"If your husband loved you, he would fuck you twice a day." Jill
continued. "I believe he fucks his girlfriend or secretary
everyday."

"Jill is right, If a healthy man doesn't screw his lovely wife at
home, most certainly he has some other pussy around to empty his
load." Annie joined.

"I have certain responsibilities. I have to be a perfect wife to my
husband, a loving mother to my daughter. My parents... what would
they think when they found out their only daughter had become a... a
slut." I said.

"No one would know."

"Yeah, we have tactics."

"Don't underestimate our FWC."

"Our husbands don't know or doubt anything..."

"Or they don't care..." Jill added.

I was in a daze when I returned home. I helped Jenny with her
homework, but my mind was elsewhere. Trying to collect my thoughts,
I began to visualize what would happen if I had found a man for
myself.

At night, I put on a see-through negligee and nothing else when I
slipped into bed, snuggled to my husband. But, as usual he seemed to
be uninterested in sex, turned away from me and quickly went into
sleep.

On the following day, it was Annie's turn to invite us to her house
for the tea party. We ordered pizza from the local pizza shop.

The doorbell rang. Pizza boy was at the door. Annie went to open the
door, inviting the boy inside.

"Is it what we ordered? House Special?" Annie asked.

"Yes ma'am. How do you pay?"

"The usual way." Annie giggled. She took his hand they together
climbed the stairs.

"What is going on?" I was quizzical.

"She's paying for it." Jill laughed.

"Why did she let him upstairs? Couldn't she pay him here? If she
hadn't enough cash... here I have some change here. How much was the
pizza?"

"Calm down, darling she doesn't need money to pay for the pizza. She
pays him by her body."

"What?" I was amazed at how far my friends were in their
promiscuity. But I was getting used to their crazy behavior and
didn't pursue the subject any longer.

"Let's begin to eat." Jill suggested.

"Oh yes. I'm starved." Jackie joined.

"I can take a small piece." I caught a small part and put it on my
plate. Jill poured the wonderful smelling English tea into our cups.
We quietly ate the pizza that our friend was busy to pay for,
upstairs.

"Do you like it?" Jill asked me.

"Yes it tastes nice." I swallowed.

"Its from that new pizza shop. Pizza Italiano... or something like
that, two miles away on Beacon Street." Jackie explained.

"There must be something strange inside. An aphrodisiac maybe... I
always get more horny when I eat this specialty." Jill said.

"It's very nice though." My mouth was full.

He, the pizza boy was grinning when he returned from Annie's bedroom. By sending 
us a lewd look he continued to the door and left.
Annie was back in couple minutes after he'd gone. She was smiling.

"Guess what? I finally got the secret of the House Special, from
Jim. It took me sucking him twice but it was worth it."

"Tell us what is the secret?"

"Come on Annie!"

"Let's hear it." Even I was curious.

"Well. It seems Jim and his boss masturbate onto the pizza before
putting it into the oven."

"That certainly explains the great taste." Jill seemed comfortable with the news.

But I was paralyzed. I look at the last small piece left on my
plate. I searched for words to make my complaint, but nothing came
out. I felt my stomach contracted. I grabbed my cup of tea, and took
a healthy drag. Excluding me they were laughing and seemed happy to
go through with their food.

I decided that they were too promiscuous for me to handle, I'd
better decrease my involvement with them without looking rude. I
prepared the dinner and began to wait for my daughter and my husband
arrive. I planned to take my chances with Edie again that night. I
would be more brave in bed.

At 10:30 pm I put Jenny to bed, wishing her a nice sleep. Then I
went to the bathroom, took a shower. I knew Edie was in the bed
trying to sleep. But I wouldn't let him. I dried myself in the
bathroom, brushed my teeth. I was stark naked when I entered our
bedroom. I approached the bed. My husband noticed my movement,
without turning to look at me, he asked.

"Would you turn out the light, darling?"

"No." Was my unexpected answer.

"What? What did you..." He turned to me. "What? Why?... Cindy?..."
He swallowed.

"I want to make love with lights on." I declared.

"What happened to you?" He was curious, looking at my nakedness.
"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. I want you to fuck me."

"Fuck? What are you talking about. You've never used that word
before. Come here darling, let's put something on you. You must be
sick or nervous." He quickly raised on bed trying to find something
to cover my nakedness."

"Stop it Edie! I want to get fucked. Now!"

"Hush darling. Jenny would hear you." 

"Fuck me Edie or I'll open the window and shout. Everybody would
hear me then."

"Be sensible Cindy. I'm dead tired. I promise I'll make love to you
on Saturday. Put your nightie on and come to bed."

"OK." I hissed.

We laid side by side on our marital bed. It's really not all Edie's
fault I'm the way I am, but he's mostly to blame.  During those
early first years of our marriage I was so shy I wouldn't even
undress in front of Edie, and we never made love with the lights on.
I know it sounds funny, but since I turned 13 years old, men had
been looking my pert breasts, and I was embarrassed and ashamed of
them, as well as the rest of my body.  I'm a long legged girl, with
a hard belly, tight ass and overall good looks to go with my
beautiful face, the kind of gal as Jill says is built for fucking.

"What happened to me?" I thought. "I had become another frustrated
housewife. Why wouldn't I consider to find a relief outside my
marriage?" I couldn't sleep until early hours in the morning.

One Friday, in late November I was alone at home. Lack of sex, for
the last 45 days (Yes, I was counting), had already made me very
frustrated and horny. I had to do something about it. Otherwise, I
would go crazy. At last, I made up my mind. I picked up the phone
and dialed a number. It was the number Annie gave me in case, I
needed a quick solution when I couldn't prepare a meal in time for
dinner.

"Hello, this Cindy Brown. Lake Road 4403. It's an emergency. I'd
like to order a medium size pizza."

"Yes ma'am."

"Make sure it is a House Special" I told into the phone.

"Sure ma'am, it'll be as you ordered." 

"I'd like you to send it with Jim."

"Of course, ma'am."

"When could he deliver it?"

"Half an hour. Bye." Line went dead.  

I was already beyond the point of no return. I quickly ran upstairs
to take off my dress and under garments. My pussy was soaking, and I
was shaking with excitement and anticipation. I put on only a short
cotton dress, barely covering my crotch, waiting for the door bell.

After 30 minutes, pizza boy, Jim was at our door. When I opened the
door, presumably he had known my intention, at his first glance to
my outlook. I invited him inside and closed the door. I took the box
from his hand and put it on the dining table, slowly turning to face
him. He was directly looking to my naked legs.

"How will you pay for it ma'am?" Jim asked sweetly.

"How much was it?"

"Nine fifty without tip of course." He was smiling.

"It seems I don't have enough money." Searching inside my purse. "Is
there any other way to settle my debt?"

"Sure ma'am. You can let me fuck you." He was still smiling at me.

Although, I could see two $ 50 bills in my purse, "OK Let's do it."
I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom.

I opened the covers, then took off my dress. I laid on my back on
bed spread my legs, exposing shamelessly my pussy to Jim's gaze.
Soon after we started, Jim insisted on performing oral sex on me.  I
resisted at first, but finally gave in, and, within a few short
minutes, I experienced the first orgasm of my life!  From that
second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking and fucking me. Jim
explored into my velvety pink opening, noticing that the abundant
nectar, within my sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting and
slippery.  I suddenly remembered my Mom used to tell me when I was
little: "You are a girl, Cindy. You must be modest. Don't let any
man touch you at your privates..." And at my 30, mother of a six
year old myself,  I was  letting a young boy licking me there. I put
my hands softly to his cheeks and pushed him back.

"Don't do it in there, Jim," I said breathlessly, "it's way too
sensitive." I guided his face up so that his mouth was on the folds
of skin at my clitoris and he began to swirl his tongue around my
pinkish, soft, rigid little button in the slit of my pussy.  My
hairs tickled his nose as he seemed thrilled from the effects of
both smelling and tasting my sex.  My body quaked and shuddered with
each movement of his tongue now.  I knew that I had him highly
aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give a boy such  a
pleasure.

As he licked me, he pulled off his shorts.  I didn't know what he
was going to do to me next but I had already  promised myself that I
would let him to have his way with me in any way he pleased.

Just then my little body stiffened, I felt spasms building in my
loins, and I grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my pussy.
His tongue sank deep into my spasming vaginal hole as I closed my
thighs to the sides of his cheeks and began to squeeze. "Now," he
said, once he managed to release himself from the grip of my legs.,
"I have to see if your mouth is really good for this. So lick my
thing some."

"Your thing?" I asked him.

"My penis, Cindy. You have to lick it and I'll tell you if it's
right for you." He smiled to himself as I went down on his long rod.
I didn't mind being used that way. It was, after all, a part of what
I'd intended for myself. I licked his member until it stood erect
and ready for more than blowing. But I didn't come up until he told
me so.

"Now," he said, breathless with anticipation, his face entirely
crimson and heated, "I think you are ready for the real thing."

"Fuck me Jim." I whispered. "I want you inside me. Please fuck me. I
need it bad." He climbed up on top of me, pushed his penis into
place and rocked back and forth. Before I could even suggest  that
he try some particular rubbing action, he was doing it. His jumbo
cock (compared to my husbands) , young though it might have been,
went pressing and sliding along my canal walls and vibrated and
gyrated me into a state of total sexual ecstasy. I was so hot and
lusty for the final orgasm, I so wanted him to go in for the kill,
that I nearly started crying for it.

"Fuck me darling," I moaned to the adolescent boy. "Fuck me so hard
that I never forget it ever. Go hard and make me come.  Get my
clitoris to shoot off. Make my trigger button go wild, little one.
You can do it. Do it for me, for Cindy! Fuck me hard!"

He understood every word of it. He slammed that hard hose of his in
and out of my hole so fast that it tore me into ecstasy like a
rocket. It carried me up to the clouds. That super muscle of his,
went sliding in and out of me. At one point  I looked down between
our legs and saw that huge prick of that boy's running me in and
out. He really had a good tool, one that could make me hotter than
ever. I thought to myself:

"Maybe I should have married a different kind of man, not like Edie,
but like Jim." It was an interesting idea. Picture me Cindy, a
modest, shy country girl from Midwest, married to a fifteen year old
boy. I'd have to support him, finding a job and all, but he could
fuck me all day long, and it would be ecstasy time always.

When he finished off, shooting his young hot spray into my pussy, I
made him promise never to tell anyone that I was so easy to fuck. He
said that he wouldn't tell anyone if I would let him come back
again. That way he'd be sure and I'd be sure. We shook on it and he
gave me one last kiss on the lips.

I felt so nice, and satisfied, although, I had become an adulteress
and a great sinner, just minutes ago. Afterwards we laid on bed
together.

"Wow, you were hot. All women on this street are always horny. Don't
your husbands take care of you in bed?"

"Apparently, no."

After Jim left, I showered and put on a little make-up. I hadn't
done yet. I wait for my family got around the dinner table at that
night. I put the pizza in the microwave to make it a little warmer.
When I returned with the sweet smelling pizza Edie and Jenny were at
the table. I served them their first slices, closely looking for
their reaction.

"Mom, this is great, give me another piece please."

"Yes hon. Where did you get it? It is delicious." Edie was also very
appreciative of the food.

"It's from this new pizza parlor, Pizza Italiano. I'm glad you like
it." I smiled devilishly. But they didn't notice my facial
expression.

"I'll make sure you have this specialty often." I bit a large piece
myself.

I felt so wicked to fed my husband and daughter other men's come.
But  without redemption, I started to plan my next move.

I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. I tried to  sleep.
Although I had not slept in a day and a half, I was still very
upset.  I wandered around the house, but couldn't seem to sit down.
When I moved I realized how satisfied I was.  I think it was than
that the shock wore off and the full import of what had happened hit
me.  I had been fucked, not just fucked but I had given my body as a
payment.  Not to my husband or to my lover, but to a young boy.

When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk.  It was a cold
clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the house.

Edie repeatedly asked me what was wrong but I could not tell him.
He could never understand.  I know I was acting strangely but could
not help myself.  I tried to invite him to making love  several
times.  Each time Edie would evade sex, I kept thinking about that
Friday.

On Sunday night, finally, we did make love. I remember comparing his
lovemaking to Jim's fantastic intercourse.  I didn't enjoy Edie that
night at all.  It was so cold so dispassionate, I think, I finally
got the message, loosing all hope of sexual happiness from my
husband.

On Monday, at our 5 o'clock tea party I was the source of the news.
I told them everything.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes I came... I mean, I reached my first orgasm with him. It was
marvelous."

"I declare you as our new member in our FWC." Holding my hand
raised, Jackie shouted.

We were jubilant at my lost of final inhibition.

"What should I do next?" I wondered aloud.

"You must find a permanent lover." Jill advised.

"Who?"

"There is this dark security officer in the mall." Annie suggested.
"He always looks at our legs from below when we are on the second
floor."

"You mean Eric." Jackie grinned. "But he shies away when you give
him the look, you know what I mean?"

"How about father Arnold?"

"Oh no. I can't do it. It is so sinful."

"A friend of mine told me he was well hung."

"You mean his penis is big?" I asked.

"Yes, my dear. And that holly guy fucks only pretty women."

"How about, becoming a call-girl?" I was slapped on my face with
Jill's unexpected words.

"What?"

"Don't push her too much Jill. She just started to get free. Don't
confuse her with your outrageous ideas." Annie complained for me.

"I think Jill's right, why not go all the way, at once. We have been
paying for the pizzas with our bodies all the time. In a way, it's
prostitution." Jackie too was unbelievable.

"You mean... you two mean I should be a whore?" I looked directly to
Jill and Jackie. 

"That is incredible." 

"Look Cindy, I have been going to this house lately... last three
months. They treat you nice.

"Isn't it a whorehouse?" I made a face at Jill.

"You can call it a whorehouse, or a fan place, or an entertainment
center or anything you wish." She continued. "But, all expected from
you is walking around, having some drink, maybe chatting with
different men."

"Well, I don't know. But I'll think about it."

"You would find lots of sex that your miserable husband denies you
so far." Jill added.

Although, I hadn't accepted Jill's proposal openly, I began to
evaluate the possibilities of meeting different men, having sex,
lots of sex, and getting paid for it.

I called Jill and asked her if she could take me to the place she
suggested. She told me to be prepared at twelve o'clock noon, the
next day, informing me also of Jackie would come with us, too.

Three of us drove to the downtown. We stopped in front of a large
building and parked. Jill led the way and we, three young women
entered the big apartment house.

Once in the apartment where we meant to go, we were admitted into a
small office and offered to sit on chairs to wait for our host.
After a while, Jill started to go out leaving Jackie and me in the
room.

"I have an appointment to catch. You, wait for Lin. She is the boss.
Listen to her, she tells you what you need to know. Don't wait for
me, I'll be busy with my client, rest of the afternoon."

We had waited for fifteen minutes when the door opened and came in
an oriental looking women in her late thirties.

"Hi girls, my name is Lin. How do you do?"

"Oh hi, My name is Jackie."

"I'm Cindy, hi."

"We all know why you are here." Lin said, sitting in the chair
behind the table. "I suppose, Jill told you about everything."

"Well, yes."

"Yes we heard that you are running a certain, "escort business"
here. I... or we are here to try see if we can find what we couldn't
at home... from our husbands." Jackie managed to explain why we were
there.

"I see." Smiled Lin, "First I want to emphasize that we are doing a
public service where we see a great demand to satisfy, and make
money in doing so. The idea of being with a woman who belongs to
another man, is very appealing to most men. Especially men with lots
of money to spend. We, the house, takes that as an opportunity to
make a profitable business for all the involving parties."

"We don't consider making money to be important for us. What we are
looking for is to have some fun." I said.

"Excuse me, but, I don't agree." Lin snapped. "Nothing is free in
this country. And believe me if you make money while having fun, it
would be more pleasurable for you. The more the better."

"I was just, trying to point out..." I was saying when our future
boss caught me short.

"Never mind, darling. Let me explain our house rules. If you accept
them and we find your looks favorable, we can do business together.
If not, I assure you everything said between us will be forgotten
immediately."

"I'm sorry. Please continue." I said.

"There is a great demand for young married women, in this city." Lin
carried on. "And we provide the best."

She solemnly explained. "We'd like to take your photographs, add
them to our present album. Whenever a customer arrives at the house
he can look and select any woman from the pictures. We, then reach
you and arrange an appointment with you and your customer. He
directly pays to us so that no money changes hands when you two are
together having sex or fun whatever. This makes it simpler and
safer, in case of a police involvement. All you have to explain
would be that you liked the guy and went to bed with him. And we
deposit 30 percent of the earning into your bank account
immediately."

"Is it possible that we could work only during daytime." Jackie
asked.

"Yes dear. It is also understandable if you refuse to sleep with any
customer you don't like."

"I can only come here when my daughter is at school, Monday to
Friday." I added.

"So, You'll be our new Belle de Jour." Lin smiled.

"I must see you two naked." She added. "Please come with me to one
of our guest rooms." She stood up and show us out of the office.

We were brought into a small room where there were very little
furniture inside. A double bed without covers, a full length mirror
on the wall. A small closet, probably to put our clothes when we
didn't need them. The right place for a whore to be taken by her
customers, I bemused.

Jackie and I started to take off our clothes, in front of  Lin.

She came near to us and first closely examined Jackie's naked body
at close range. I looked at her as if to ask what in the world but
thought better of it. Jackie has large breasts with predominant
nipples. With her milky white skin and dark bush, she was quite
attractive in her 26 years old outlook.  I watched her as Lin went
through her measurements.  She was tall about 5' 8'', black hair,
green eyes, She had a good body and as I remembered she had always
liked to flaunt it.  She looked calm. I had felt a tinge of
jealousy.

I was apprehensive if Lin would find me meeting their standards.
Then, it was my turn. She examined my breasts cupping them with her
hand one by one.

"Your breasts are very beautiful. Did you breast feed your child?"

"Yes I did. For six months."

"And you still have these, so flawless. It seems, your belly also
didn't get harmed in any way. You can easily go for a 18 year old
virgin."

"Thank you."

"Let's take your measurements." With a meter band she began to
measure my hips, waist and breasts.

"36-22-34 unbelievable! What is your height and weight?"

"5' 6'' and 110 pounds."

"Very well." She noted figures on a pad. " I presume you are a real
blond?"

"Well, yes. This is my natural color."

"Perfect." She smiled.

"May I put on my dress?" I asked meekly.

"No, my dear. Our photographer will come here and take pictures of
you... for the picture album."

"Yes ma'am." 

"Please wait here. Come on Jackie, I'll take you to another room for
your photo session."

I was separated from Jackie, and left alone and naked in the room,
waiting for the photographer. I walked toward the mirror and looked
at my reflection. Damn! I was really beautiful.

I have a pretty face, accentuated by deep blue eyes. My skin is
porcelain white and my thin body (but with nice curves at my hips
and breasts), on long slender legs would make any centerfold cry
with envy.

There was a knock on the door and a bearded young man with a camera
entered. I started to cover my privates but then, I thought better
of it, letting him see my nakedness unobliterated.

He took several photographs of me naked, laying on bed, covering my
privates, exposing my pussy, opening my cunt lips with my fingers,
my breasts, nipples pointing slightly different directions, my lips
wet and inviting. He then, worked on some close-ups, my breasts from
different angles, my shapely ass, my face smiling, especially my
pussy, and the scar line left from Jenny's birth just above my pubic
hair.

He remarked there were men who went crazy to see that line which
proves I am a mother.

My being a married housewife and a mother, entitled me to be
classified as the second category (first category belongs to
celebrities) in the album. It also gives the house, the advantage of
charging $1000 to $1500 for my services. In order to find a customer
for me, my pictures must look great. So he took pains to adjust my
position on bed or standing up to catch my most sexy poses he could
get out of my naked body.

I received my first call from Lin, a week later. I drove to the
house at around 12 o'clock noon. When I rang the bell, Lin was at
the door, without letting me enter she handed me a paper slip with
an address written on it. "Hi, Cindy. Just go to this address. His
name is Andrew. He expects you in half an hour." I took the address
and returned to my car.

Twenty minutes later I was climbing the stairs to his apartment
building. When I knocked his door a handsome man in his early
forties opened the door.

"Well, well, well," he said, "I sure am glad to see you."

I smiled and pulled my skirt up around my hips so that just my
panties guarded the little hairy wet hole between my thighs.

"Are you really?"

"Not here," he said, "we have to go inside." I pulled down my skirt
with a smile. 

"Certainly, Mr. Andrew."

"Now," he said, drawing me by the hand into the living room and
shutting the door behind us, "We can get something done. Something
nice and ..." His breath caught and he couldn't say it.

"... something nice and sexy?" I suggested.

"Mmm, yes," he said, sliding a hand around my waist and taking me up
close to him. "I think that's exactly the word I was looking for.
Sexy."

He was smiling lecherously and licking his lips with his tongue. His
face was red, and his bulbous nose especially so. His ears were
crimson and beads of perspiration dripped from his forehead. He
pressed his face close to mine and I opened my lips. His tongue went
into mine and I sucked on it. I rubbed my mouth lips back and forth
across his tongue and tasted his muscle with my own.

"Mmm, good," I said, pulling away. "Which way to the bedroom?" I
acted experienced because I didn't want to admit to being afraid. I
was both frightened and excited, and my little pussy juicing a
gallon a minute.

He took me to the bedroom and by the time he got there he was naked.
He his jacket and shirt and tie and pants and everything in the
hallway. I undressed in the bedroom, with Mr. Andrew's help. He used
his hands to get my heated body even more passionate.

"You know, Mr. Andrew," I said, "I've often dreamed about this."

"Have you?" he said absentmindedly as he pulled my panties down from
my hips and off my feet. "I'm glad." He buried his face between my
legs and looked for my pussy hole with his juicy tongue. I spread
wide and said, "I dreamed about exactly this position, too."

He rubbed his tongue into my hole, deep and wide. He made my
clitoris turn into an even bigger erection than it already was. That
thing was thick by itself, rubbery and juicy and hot. I think it was
a little hard, too, as if I had some sort of miniature penis in
there. I thanked Heavens that God gave me a clit and cunt hole. For
the first time I felt wonderful to be a woman. It was so good to
have my customer's tongue shoved all in my happy flesh.

And of course having Mr. Andrew use his hands on my thighs was
pretty nice, too. He spread me wider than a girl doing the splits.
His fingers melted with my loins, and he grabbed   tight and cracked
me open in the crotch. He held my legs back like wings, and his
tongue was everywhere at once, slurping up the juice and tasting  my
tough little clitoris.

I found myself grabbing hold of the sheets, tugging for something to
hold onto while the passion in my pussy grew. I was floating away,
sailing through the passion skies with my customer's tongue fueling
and propelling me. It was sheer ecstasy to feel his hands rubbing
between my loins, his fingers sliding along my thighs, up and around
my pelvis and taking charge of my hips.

He landed a hand under my ass and rubbed a finger into place between
my buttocks. His long middle digit did a severe number in my
asshole, making me cringe for a moment with pain. But when he pulled
out my sphincter contracted around the tip and returned to normal
size. I loved having sex, and it was my first time with a real man!
Naturally, I gasped and grunted when he started to work out on my
tender nipples. He held me by the nape of the neck and began to lick
my nipples. He worked on my cherry tips, made them wet with saliva.
His chewing  lips were a special thrill for all the flesh of my left
tit. As if that wasn't enough, he teased and slightly pinched my
right nipple. He wasted no time getting me hot and begging for a
fuck.

Then he examined the barely discernible scar line just above my
bush. He licked his way through the thin line.

"Is this the place where they took your baby out from you?"

"Yes," I hissed.

"Is it a "she" or a "he"?" He asked.

"I have a daughter, six years old."

"Is she beautiful like you?"

"Yes, she is a lovely little girl." I was a little disturbed to talk
about my innocent child with my customer.

"Do you think she will be a whore like her mother when she grows
up?" He grinned. "Why don't we stop talking about my daughter?" I
said. "Instead, come on top of me and fuck me."

"I'll fuck you. But first tell me that you want your daughter to be
a whore like you." He insisted.

"Put your cock in my pussy, then I'll tell you whatever you wish."
At that he brought his face down to mine and he gently kissed my
tender soft,  full lips and my eyes closed and my mouth opened for
him and my customer kissed me in a way that no one (including my
husband) had ever kissed before. My mouth sucked and my tongue
worked at his. Where had I ever learned to do that?

Not breaking our kiss, I put my hand down between us and maneuvered
the head of his dick around in the slick, hot, opening of my pussy.
His rigid cock throbbed, in my hand, as it found my opening and took
full possession of me. He entered me very slowly but immediately
picked up speed, fucking me with fast deep strokes. The sexual
sensations, charging from my loins, were far too overwhelming. "Fuck
me darling, fuck me with your beautiful cock." I cried. "I'll let
you have my daughter when she becomes old enough."

"Oh, my God." he whimpered. "Will you do that? Will you let me fuck
your daughter?"

"Yes, yes... You can fuck Jenny. She will be a whore like me. You'll
make her a whore." I climaxed while he ejaculated with a loud groan
into my depths.

After my first trick, I was more comfortable with my conscience. On
one occasion, two respected customers  requested two girls in their
suit at a luxury hotel. Lin had decided to send me and Jackie to
entertain them through the night. I left Jenny with Annie and making
up a story that my distant relatives needed me for the night. They
were supposed to be sick with high fever and I was to after their
children. Edie suspected nothing and gave his permission that I
could go.

We took a cab to the hotel, after we changed our clothes in Annie's
house, to look more like two call-girls. When we meet the guys in
hotel's lobby, they said they found us even more attractive than
they expected. After some light conversation and a couple of strong
drinks we were taken to their suit. First they wanted us to make a
slow, sexy striptease for them. Jackie and I took turns to disrobe
in front of them while swaying according to the rhythm of a slow
dance music.

Then, we, two women were required to make love on the bed while our
customers intently watched us. Jackie and I tried our best not to
show them that we were beginners in that girlie fun. After we
caressed and licked each other enough for their satisfaction they,
too joined in the game.

Jackie readily took the younger one's penis into her mouth and
started to suck on him. Meanwhile, the man fucking me was pumping
away for all he was worth, and with every thrust I felt his huge
balls bump against the backs of my thighs. He was starting to pant
as well, and the thought of that gigantic cock pumping its load into
me as well as the fingering my clit was getting started to get me
going. Jackie's cunt wasn't missing out either, as the boy carried
on pumping away at her slit, and I wondered who was going to come
first. I didn't have to wait long to find out. The man fucking me
suddenly cried out and I felt him slam his cock right into me then
it just started pumping come into my pussy. That was it for me, and
my hips bucked towards him and I started to come as well, trying to
hold my head still so I could carry on licking Jackie and the
younger man but it was all too much and I was moaning and shouting
as each spurt of his thick come sprayed into me and I was rubbing my
mouth up and down Jackie's pussy, setting her off. Then the other
man started to spurt his load, which shot all over my face, and I
started sucking his glans to get as much of his come into my mouth
as I could while Jackie rubbed her cunt against my face to bring
herself off again. Later we found out that they were father and son,
the first teaching his son how to fuck.

As the days passed I was getting used to my new lifestyle. I even
convinced Annie to join us. Members of the FWC are all prostitutes
now.

When six months passed, Lin called me. I was informed that I was
promoted to the first category. The house would be paid by my
customers, from $5000 to $10000 to fuck me. The demand for me was
already getting sky-high. The amount of money I earned and saved in
my bank account was above $ 50 000. Not bad for an innocent looking,
modest country girl from mid-west? Although, my friends were all
working for the house, prostituting themselves like me, they
couldn't make as  much money as I did. I've never known why, but men
always wanted to be with me. Maybe, the photographer did  a very
fine job, while taking my pictures; maybe I am really an attractive
woman after all.

Now, almost a year passed, and I am the most sought after, expensive
whore in town, with my bank account soaring over $ 100 000. From
time to time I give Jim, the pizza boy a free ride in order to keep
his mouth shut. Still, my husband fucks me once a month, and knows
nothing about my secret life.


END OF THE STORY
October 1997




