1. My Wife, the Call Girl


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Ken_Riley, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    My wife, Renée, is hot. I mean really hot! She has long blonde hair with sexy bangs down to her eyebrows, blue eyes, and a porn star’s body. Her natural 36DD breasts are never totally contained in whatever she wears, so she likes to go braless to entice all the guys she works with. Renée works for a big public relations firm in New York that has high-profile companies as clients. Meeting with millionaire clients is a normal, everyday occurrence for Renée, and a day never goes by that she doesn’t get propositioned or asked to go for a drink by some wealthy CFO. Even her boss is after her body. I don’t blame any of them for trying. Renée is a fine piece of ass and she loves sex more than anything! I guess that’s why we still have sex every night after three years of marriage. After a particularly good roll in the hay one night, she was telling me about the proposition she got that day from an Italian client. He was visiting the firm from Milan, was very rich, and very attractive. He had asked if she would have a drink with him and she gave him her standard response. “I’d love to, Mr. Marano, but my husband wouldn’t be happy if I did. He’s the jealous type.” “Ohh! You really shot him down!” She laughed and said, “He wouldn’t take no for an answer! His eyes were glued to my boobs and his lecherous smile told me exactly what he really wanted.” “Jeez! How do you handle someone like that?” “Wait, it gets better! Then he offered to pay me a thousand dollars if I would just have ...
    a drink with him!” “Oh my god! We could use a thousand bucks!” “Yeah I know.” “Honey, maybe next time you should do it. A thousand dollars for a drink wouldn’t hurt anything.” “You wouldn’t mind?” “For money like that? Not at all.” “Wow! I thought you would be against something like that.” “Babe, a drink is just a drink.” “I know, but a guy like that would obviously want more than a drink. What if he got pushy and offered me more money to go to bed with him?” I had to think about that. I imagined Renée having sex with some guy in a hotel room. He would be humping her hard and she would be moaning with every thrust. I knew how she behaved during sex, and the image aroused me. I was surprised that it did. “John, you’d hate that, right?” She had noticed my hesitation to answer. “I was just envisioning you having sex with some handsome Italian after he paid you two or three thousand dollars. The vision arouses me for some reason.” My cock was growing and I hadn’t even noticed. Renée took it in her hand and said, “I can see that!” She went down on me and gave me one of her great blowjobs as I imagined that I was Mr. Marano. I never came so hard before. “I think you’d like for me to make it with Mr. Marano,” she whispered after I shot off in her throat. “It wouldn’t be an entirely bad thing. We could certainly use the money and I know how much you love sex. I bet you’d like it.” “I don’t know. It would depend on the guy. Some of them who’ve propositioned me are quite old and ...
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