Rob's Story

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Rob checked his watch as he approached the door to his apartment. It was 6:47pm. He had been sitting in traffic for the past hour and a half, and it took its toll on him, physically and emotionally. He placed his key in the bottom lock and turned it, automatically opening the front door.

He stepped through the threshold, into the living room, and his breath was taken away by the shock of the vision before him. Sprawled out on his brown leather sofa was a completely naked man, a total stranger. Rob took an immediate visual inventory. The man was spotlighted by one of the lamps on the tree lamp that stood next to and behind the sofa. His head was tilted back, his arms stretched on either side, resting on the back of the sofa. He had shoulder length, black wavy hair and what could be considered as eleven o'clock shadow.

Rob's eyes tilted downward. The man had a film of sweat on his body that gave him a dull, waxy look. His well-developed chest had all but a couple of hairs on it, and it heaved with each deep breath he drew. He couldn't see them man's stomach. The rising and falling of a head of thick, long, curly black and auburn hair blocked his view. It was Rob's wife, Rita. She was on her knees in front of the man who was sprawled out on their couch. Rita was almost completely naked. Rob's eyes scanned down her soft voluptuous, milky white back. She was wearing a pair of shimmering aqua satin panties, and they showed the contours of her ample ass each time her head bobbed on the stranger.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Rob shouted as he dropped his laptop satchel.

"Sit down, Rob," the stranger stated in a low and breathless voice. "We can talk after I cum."

Rob walked over to a dining room chair that had been in the living room for the past two days, and sat down. As Rob sat and listened, he could hear the lush, wet noises that Rita's mouth was making. She was using very short, shallow stokes, and it made a noise reminiscent of a cat lapping up milk. The stranger grunted, he grunted again and his whole body went limp. Rita released him from her mouth with a loud pop. She then rose from her knees and joined the stranger on the couch. Her mouth and chin were soaked, and the wetness shone in the lamplight.

"Hi Rob. I couldn't talk before," Rita giggled. "This is Rick."

"What the fuck is going on here?" Rob barked.

Rick explained that he had been fucking Rita for two months. He was a mechanic, and they met when she brought in her car for a transmission check. Rita would occasionally tease Rick's soft cock as he spoke.

"Rick and I have been talking," Rita nervously interjected.

"Really? And what have you been talking about?" Rob snarled.

"Hey, treat the lady with respect," Rick countered. "We've been talking about your situation."

"What situation?" Rob inquired.

"Rita doesn't feel that you're generous enough. You don't give her enough money. You don't give her enough sex. And we've been talking over ways to rectify the situation," Rick said in a plain, matter of fact tone.

"Rick tells me that I'm very talented, and he doesn't think my talents should go to waste."

"Yeah, she's talented", Rick said flatly. "She's very good at sucking cock, and she can really turn a guy out with her pussy and her ass, if you know what I mean."

"We've been talking about Rick managing my talent," Rita stated.

Rob didn't know what to think. His mind was still spinning from the sight that he just witnessed.

"Manage your talent?" Rob stammered, "You ... you mean ... like a hooker? You want him to prostitute you out like a pimp?"

"Pimp is such an ugly word," Rick countered "And no, she wouldn't be 'prostituted' out. She'd only have one paying customer, and that's you. Everyone else enjoys her services on the house."

"Why the fuck should I pay my own wife for sex?" Rob snapped.

"Because that's the way it's going to be. Here's the deal: Rita's time is valuable. She's going to cost you $350 for an hour of her time. You can have a two-hour special of $650 for her time. Above that, it's $50 for a handjob, $100 for a blowjob, $150 for a lay and $200 for anal. Oh yeah ... and you're to wear a condom at all times, one pop per session only and no cumming in her mouth."

"This is fucking ridiculous," Rob snarled.

"Hey, if it's about the money," Rick interjected. "Come to me. I can always lend you some."

Rick dressed and left.

Rita began working for Rick the next day. She seemed happy. Rob was still trying to sort through everything in his head. The next night, Rob came home, and Rita was curled up on the sofa watching television.

"Hi honey, how was your day?" Rita cheerfully asked.

"My day was fine, thank you. How was yours?" Rob replied.

"My day was awesome! Rick picked me up around ten o'clock, and he took me over to a construction site. He introduced me to the foreman, who is a friend of his." Rita said with a gleam in her eye.

"Oh?" Rob said, not really wanting to hear anymore.

"Yeah," Rita continued, "you know those cement mixing trucks? Well, the first thing that I did was I got into one of those trucks and I sucked off the driver. Afterwards, he let me pour the concrete. It was so cool!"

"You sucked off the driver?" Rob exclaimed.

"Yeah, but he's just one of the guys," Rita said dismissively. "There were a whole bunch of others. Frank, that's Rick's friend, he made sure that everyone got a blowjob. I even let a few of them take turns fucking me on their lunch break. It was fun. The only thing is, I ate so much sperm today that now I'm feeling a bit gassy."

Rob was both appalled and turned on at the same time. The thought of his wife fucking and sucking an entire construction site full of guys made his heart sink and his dick harden. He started to unzip his pants.

"Ah Ah Ah! You know the rules!" Rita chided, "No money, no honey."

Rob zipped up his pants and ran down to the bank at the corner. He withdrew five hundred dollars and ran back home. When Rita counted it, she asked Rob if he wanted to fuck or if he wanted a blowjob so that he could save fifty bucks. Rob told her that he wanted a fuck. Rita flipped him a condom, and told him to put it on, that the meter had started.

Rob stroked himself a little bit, and then rolled the condom over the head and down the shaft. Rita led him to the bedroom and lay down on her back. Rob climbed on top of her, and slid himself inside. Her pussy was burning hot. From the moment he started thrusting Rita began whispering into his ear. She told him all the details of what it was like to suck off those guys, and how good it felt being fucked by them. Rob popped in five minutes after which, Rita pushed him off of her and went back into the living room to watch television.

Over the next few weeks, Rob barely saw Rita. Sometimes she'd come home really late at night. Sometimes she'd come home the next day, while Rob was at work. One time, she came home around three o'clock in the morning. She lay down next to Rob in bed, waking him. Her hair was matted. Her makeup had run and smeared all over her face. She reeked of a combination of cum, pussy and cock. Rob didn't even want to ask.

Having sex with his wife became a very expensive habit for Rob. Soon, there wasn't enough money to pay for even the most basic of necessities. Rita refused to help out with the bills, saying that she earned her money "fair and square." Rob ended up seeing Rick about a loan to cover expenses. Rick lent him eight hundred dollars, but on the condition that it be paid back in two days. If it wasn't paid back in two days, then Rob owed him twelve hundred dollars. And if that wasn't paid by the next day, Rob owed him eighteen hundred dollars, and so forth. Rob agreed to the terms, but was not able to pay Rick back.

"You owe me a not so insignificant amount of money, Rob. What are we going to do about it?" Rick frostily glowered.

"I don't know." Rob said in a disgusted tone.

"Normally, you'd be in a lot of trouble. But I like you. Tell you what. You're going to give me a blowjob, and I'll give you two more days to get me my money."

"What?" Rob exclaimed.

"Hey, Pal! I'm doing you a favor. I'm letting you walk out of here." Rick unzipped the fly of his mechanic's overalls, and whipped out his semi flaccid penis. "Get on your knees and start sucking," he commanded.

Not knowing what else to do, Rob dropped to his knees. With shaking hands, he lifted Rick's cock to his lips and placed the head in his mouth. Rick grabbed Rob's head, and began swaying his hips back and forth. As Rick's cock hardened, it glided between Rob's lips, tickling them. As the underside of Rick's dickhead rubbed on Rob's tongue, he began tasting a smooth, buttery yet salty fluid. Rob swallowed it down with the saliva that built up in his mouth. Rick began to get super hard, and his cock expanded to a size that made Rob wonder if he could keep it in his mouth without biting it. Rick's body jerked spasmodically, and he grunted two times. Suddenly, Rob's mouth was filled with wave after wave of thick, hot, bitter, metallic and slightly acidic liquid. No matter how hard Rob swallowed to be rid of the nasty stuff, it clung to the lining of his mouth and the back of his throat.

Rick stepped away, put his cock back in his pants and said, "You just bought yourself two days."