Sitting across from me, Paul commented about his willingness to pay one of the
cheerleaders we'd seen interviewed on ESPN, if she'd show him her pussy. "I'd
just like to see it-you know?" He said they were all cute and looked sexy and
all, but he always wondered if their pussies were cute! He then went on
explaining the differences in the appearance and functionality of women's
pussies before Kim, my wife, interrupted by asking him how much he'd pay this
girl to expose her pussy. He was going to say $20, but he raised it to $50. "You
can get laid for $50 most places," Kim suggested, but Paul defended his
statement by reminding her that the cheerleaders weren't whores, and $50 was
pretty good cash just to flash their pussy. "So how much would you pay to see
mine?" My wife asked in a sweet, innocent voice. I didn't say anything, I just
sat back, stunned and amused by the course the talk had taken. I like to tell
Kim what a pretty pussy she has because I really do think she has a great
looking pussy. Her slit is rather petite, and her outer lips are chubby and kept
smooth-shaven, and I keep the dark blond triangle of curls that frame it trimmed
short. Everything was sort of time delayed for me. Everything I heard took quite
a few seconds to actually achieve meaning for me, so by the time my brain truly
understood she was talking about showing him her pussy, my Paul was telling my
wife she was hot but not a cheerleader, so he wasn't sure he'd pay $50 to see
her pussy. "I can't exactly brag about having seen your pussy down at the bar to
a bunch of guys who don't know who you are," He said, looking at me. I just
looked back at him. I remember feeling like I wasn't really there, like I was
watching a movie. Suddenly, Kim stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them
down her legs. She kicked them off, sending them flying at the couch where Paul
sat, and stood there in her sweater and panties with her legs spread a
comfortable distance apart. The panties were small and all white and fit her
very snugly there. From the top, stray curls of blonde pussy hair peeked out,
and the thin fabric revealed not only the rise of her mound, but also hinted at
the pursed lips of her chubby pussy! Kim hooked her fingers in the elastic of
her panties and pulled them up even tighter against her sex, teasing him. "You
sure you wouldn't give me $50 to take these off?" "You're kidding, right?" Paul
asked, again looking at me, but I didn't even look at him. I was staring at my
wife's crotch, trying to figure out why she was standing there, in front of my
friend in her panties, and why I wasn't stopping her. "There's only one way to
find out," Kim said. Paul and I had been sitting around, watching basketball and
drinking too much. My wife, Kim, occasionally wandered in and stayed for a
while. Not so much to watch the game, but to see how drunk I was getting. She'd
been getting on me about my drinking and warned me not to get trashed, but I was
pretty gone. I don't even remember who was playing, or which of the two teams I
was cheering-I just remember taking shots every time they fouled, every time
they missed a shot, and two for missing a three-pointer. Paul wasn't half as
shot as I was and had more than one reason to enjoy my state! Paul pulled out
his wallet and laid two twenties and two fives on the coffee table, while
smirking at Kim. I tell Kim all the time what a sexy pussy she has. Paul's right
-- not all pussies are cute pussies. Kim and I had gone so far as to show off
her pussy at the mall doing the cliché 'wear no panties at the shoe store'
thing. We always had great sex for days after letting some other guys get a peek
at her preened pussy. "Well," Kim said to me, "let's see if Paul thinks my pussy
is as cute as you do," Kim walked up to Paul and stood right in front of him. He
sat up on the couch, which brought him face to crotch with my wife. "Go ahead,
take them off... you paid for it," Kim said in a husky voice. Stunned, I watched
Paul hook his fingers in the sides of my wife's panties and slowly slide them
down her bare thighs until they fell to her feet and her blonde framed pussy was
naked and in his face. "You have two minutes, Paul, do you want me to pose for
you?" Paul just nodded without indicating what he wanted her to do, so my wife
posed herself for him like a wanton slut. She sat down in front of him and
spreads her legs as far apart as she could. Then she closed them and brought her
knees up to her chest. Finally, for his last thirty seconds or so, she turned
around and got on her hands and knees and waved her naked pussy at him like she
wanted a fucking. When the time was up, Kim simply faced him again and sat on
her butt with her legs still open so Paul could still see her pussy. She then
said something that was enough to tear through my alcohol induced fog. "So, "
Kim asked him, while she ran one of her fingers over the sensitive divide
between her chubby cunt lips that had started to become a little swollen,
"...are you sure all you want to do is look at it?" "Add another fifty and I'll
let you fuck me right here," Paul looked at me with his mouth hanging open.
"Don't worry about him," Kim told him, "...he's been dying to have someone else
fuck me," "Add another twenty and you can take me to our bedroom and fuck me in
private," Kim then added as she slipped one of her own fingers inside herself
right in front of Paul. While Paul wrote out a check, my wife pulled off her
sweater and dropped her bra, exposing her breasts for him. Giggling and waving
good-bye to me, my wife led Paul back to our bedroom and closed the door behind
them. The blood in my veins started to boil, but it wasn't jealousy. Kim was
right-I'd been fantasizing about her fucking other men for ages I just didn't
know she knew how much. Even as I thought about that, I thought about her taking
off Paul's clothes. I saw her in my mind, freeing his erection and cooing over
it as she laid back on our bed, spreading her legs to expose her cunt for
another man to mount. By the time I made it to the bedroom door, my wife's
giggles had become sighs -- the sounds she makes when her pussy is first
entered. When her vocalizations changed to more of a grunt, I knew he was
thrusting harder inside her. Then came the keening cry from her that told me
she'd orgasmed on his cock. Making her cum excited Paul more and he started
fucking her harder, grunting and moaning. I could clearly hear him telling her
how good her pussy felt and how long he'd wanted to fuck her. When he came, I
had no idea whether he'd cum inside her or pulled out and shot his load on her
body, but I knew they'd be coming out soon, so I made my way back to the couch.
For some reason, I wanted to act like it hadn't affected me, like I wasn't even
concerned that my wife had just sold her pussy for $70. Paul came out dressed,
except for his socks and shoes, but my wife came out still naked and stayed that
way. I had gotten quite hard, and Kim noted it with satisfaction, enjoying my
shocked stare at her open, swollen pussy. I later found out she decided to
remain nude because she wanted me to see the traces of my friend's sperm still
in leaking out of her pussy. I asked her why she charged him money to fuck her
and she said she might as well get paid for it. I asked her if it didn't make
her feel like a whore and she asked me when the last time a player in the NFL or
NBA played for free. Enjoying what you do doesn't mean you have to do it for
free she reminded me. After that, Paul would come over at least once a month to
fuck my wife. She meets him at the door in a sexy nightie-or naked-and sits him
on the couch. She teases him -- and me -- for a while first by wandering around
us with her tits and ass visible. As an appetizer -- and because I like to watch
as she undresses him and sucks his cock right there in the living room. When he
cums, Kim strives to swallow every drop because Paul is the only other guy who
gets to cum in her mouth. The four other guys Paul has introduced to Kim have to
wear a condom when they fuck her, but she still loves it. Kim wouldn't mind me
watching in the bedroom but some of the guys do, so we set up two hidden cameras
to record everything! We watch and edit the tapes together and plan on selling
them to the amateur industry!
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