1. One Trick Penny – Chapter 9


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    TENS to the Nines Just offshore a man hunched over a longboard. From the position of the sun, we could just make out his form. His back was twisted in such a manner as to maintain his balance. We both watched as he connected with a wave, rose into its grasp and came to direct his stick down its steep ever varying slope. As he approached the beach, I saw that he had long unruly blonde hair randomly arranged by the sultry breeze. It was then that I realized; like us, the surfer was completely naked. “Do you know him?” “Not by name, but I’ve watched him hang eleven here many times,” said Quinn as she raised her mirrored sunglasses up her nose to again cover her eyes. “Just another reason I love this beach. It has the best scenery.” The nameless Adonis rider had a respectable unit and the kind of hard muscular body I’ve always found sexy. I rolled over onto my belly and asked, “Would you fuck him?” “Sure, I’d even give him a discount.” She waited three beats to see my reaction. “Oh, you mean for fun? Yeah, sure, if he bought me a nice dinner and worked hard to seduce me with his clever words, but that’s just a bigger discount, isn’t it?” I looked up at her face. I couldn’t tell if she was joking, since her eyes were obscured behind the shades. “So, you're saying all seduction is just another form of prostitution?” “Suppose you weren’t married and liked this guy. He takes you out to a really nice dinner, dancing and spends the night telling you how you are the most beautiful woman ...
    he’s ever laid eyes on and doesn’t make it sound like bullshit. At the end of the night, might you be willing to go down on his futon?” “I always had certain rules.” She stopped me in mid-twaddle. “We all have rules and broken them when it seemed convenient. Would you fuck him that night?” “OK. I might have sex with him. But that’s not selling myself. I’d be having the sex because I wanted to.” “Alright, we’ve established that. Now suppose, he just walks up to you on this beach, introduced himself and has a really good line of conversation. Would you then?” “No, I highly doubt it.” “Think about it. The only difference is that he bought you dinner, as if the sex was prepaid. It’s just society’s way of getting around the thin veneer of what prostitution is.” “So, if I fuck him after dinner, I’m a whore, but if he screws me after he talks to me on the beach, I merely a slut. Those are the only choices I have?” “Well, you don’t have to have sex with him at all, but that’s no fun either. I'm just saying most sex is transactional.” Quinn mentioned that she’d once studied as a Psychology major. I thought I saw holes in her argument. “I disagree. How about between husband and wife?” She laughed out loud. “Marriage; the ultimate game of prostitution. You have sex with Dave all the time, right?” “Yeah, but we’re married. It’s a mutual act of love between us.” “And suppose he came home one night and said he was done supporting you. You had to move out of the house, earn money elsewhere ...
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