First of all, all persons in this story are 18 years or older. The second thing is that this is my world that I'm writing about, and almost anything can happen. If you have read my other stories and disliked them, you can find one of the thousands of others posted here.
I would also like you to know this is a work of 100 percent pure fiction. Please note that not all couples have monogamous relationships, unlike the majority of couples, which is approximately 95%.
My husband had always wanted me to sleep with other men, and I had resisted until his 45th birthday. On that night, I became a hotwife and had my first threesome, and no, my husband was not one of the participants. He watched me have some of the strongest orgasms of my life, which ended with me squirting for the very first time. Also, on that night, I ended up becoming a dancer at the strip club where the threesome occurred. I also started getting paid for sex, something I really enjoyed anyway. Almost every time a strange man entered me, I wanted to please them because I wanted to please my husband, and he got off on it. I have also come to find out you can truly love more than one person at the same time. In a very short period of time, I have fallen in love with a wonderful man who has become a true lover in every sense of the word.
Another Glorious Day With Mr. S
Tommy tells the story about how he met Meg.
In the morning, I woke to that familiar feeling of Tommy's fingers dancing lightly on top of my landing strip. It was causing a nice tingling feeling in my vagina.
I turned to look at him and said, "Did you have a good night's sleep, love?"
He told me in a low, sad voice, "I feel bad about what I did to you last night. I used you like a common street whore. I hadn't done something like that since before I took Meg off the Streets."
"What do you mean by before you took Meg off the streets?"
He started, "I should tell you the story of how I met Meg. This might take a while."
I sat up cross-legged to listen to his story about his beloved Meg.
When I was a younger man, 25 years ago, I never felt the need to get married. But quite often, like most men, I got horny often. I had watched most of my friends fall into the dating game trap with women who just wanted to get married and get rich. Most of the time, it did not go well; they ended up divorced and half as rich as before.
When I felt the need for sex, I would drive the streets and look for streetwalkers. Most of the time, we just did it in the car's back seat. I would bring the ones I liked to a motel on the Berlin Turnpike and spend the night with them if they performed well and showed any passion.
Then, one night, on the way home after a bachelor party, I was driving through the north end of Hartford, and I saw a woman who caught my eye. I kept having the driver go around the block. I could not comprehend why her clothes were so dirty. She had a ton of makeup, but I knew her facial features would be stunning if not for the gaudy makeup. So, I had my driver pull over to speak to her.
When she came up to the car, she just wanted to get in the car to get away from her pimp. She was terrified and shaking as she told me he was high on drugs and had taken all the girls' money that night, and they had no place to stay.
I had her get in the car, and her pimp ran over and said, "You want my girls? You have to pay me upfront. Thirty for a blow job, be back in 15 minutes; if you want to fuck the bitch sixty, be back in thirty. Pay up now, and if you are late, you pay extra."
I tossed two twenties towards him that blew down the street in the wind, and he ran to chase them down. I had the driver cruise the streets. She did not speak much. At one point, she told me she was hungry, so I stopped at one of the all-night diners on the Berlin Turnpike and got her a burger and fries.
While she was eating, she did not appear to be in the right state of mind, and I asked if she was on drugs. She said her pimp made all the girls snort cocaine so they could not think for themselves. I ended up taking her home, I helped her shower, and washed all the ungodly makeup off of her. I found bruises all over her body. I asked her where they came from, and she said most came from her pimp, and the others came from unhappy Black customers. I had her put on a t-shirt, and I lay down in bed with her. She wanted to know what was wrong with me because I was not trying to have sex with her. I just held her and tried to stop her from shaking. In the early morning hours, she was worried her pimp would kill her when I brought her back.
Later that morning, in the light of day, I could tell she was prettier than I had thought. I sent a maid with my driver to a nearby large box store to purchase some items for her to wear. I also called a doctor to examine her and conduct a thorough physical examination. He said she had no broken bones. He told us he could get medication that would break her from the cocaine addiction, that is, if she wanted to get off. She would not have the shakes after a week or so.
He did a blood test, checked her vagina, and suggested we not have unprotected sex because he was pretty sure she had a venereal disease. He was right and sent over antibiotics and the medication to break her cocaine addiction later that day.
For the first month, we just talked and went out for walks on the grounds, but the one thing I could not shake her off of was her worries that her pimp would fine her and want money from her. Initially, I would give her $500 a day, and she would put it in a drawer in the closet. She started cuddling with me once she had gotten rid of the shakes and no longer needed drugs. I took her to Greta's and bought her nice nightwear, and a week later, we started buying her lingerie. We also got her sexy clothes from a nice women's store down the street from Gretta's.
About a month later, we finally started kissing, and a week after that, we made love for the first time. In the aftermath of our lovemaking, she told me in a joking tone that now that we were sleeping together, her allowance should be raised. The next morning, there was $1,000 on her bed stand. She said she was only kidding and no longer wanted my money, and asked if she could stay with me forever. I told her that as long as she took the money every morning, she could stay because someday I would die, and she would need it to live on, and to consider it as a 401K plan. The money would always be gone.
After two years of sleeping together, we were out at a small bar and met a very sexy bisexual woman who fancied us. She sat with Meg most of the night. Meg had too much to drink, and the woman kissed her neck. That turned Meg on; I could see it as her face went flush, and she kissed her back. Then they started making out and feeling each other up. Being the dirty old man that I am, I asked them if they wanted me to take them home so they could get more comfortable with each other.
Meg looked at me submissively and said, "Yes, please, Tommy. I have never had this feeling before, and I need to see where it goes, so if you don't mind and won't kick me out afterwards, yes, take us home."
In the car, the woman's t-shirt was gone in a flash, and Meg's top came off minutes later. They walked into the house with no tops on, and Meg led her hand in hand to the bedroom. The woman pushed Meg onto the bed and slowly pulled her jeans and panties down and off. Then she slowly stripped herself completely naked. She jumped on the bed, and the woman kissed all over Meg's body, and then she sucked her pussy to orgasm after orgasm. They were some of the strongest orgasms I had ever seen her have. Then Meg turned their attention to me, and the woman rode my cock while Meg sat on my face reverse cowboy. They kissed and fondled each other's breasts. That was our first threesome.
The woman stayed around for three days and left in the middle of the night out of the blue without leaving a name or a way to reach her. Three of Meg's envelopes were also missing from her nightstand. Meg was upset and asked if we could go back to the bar to ask about her. The bartender remembered us and told us the night we met her was the first time she had ever been there, but they would get that a lot because they were right across from the train station, and the two bus depots were just around the corner. I must say that our love-making went up a notch after she had left.
We would occasionally have other people join us in our bed. Once Meg felt more comfortable with herself, she would walk around the house in her lingerie, then in bras and panties, or just panties sometimes. When she did that, I knew I was in for one hell of a night.
But I always left her $1000 on her nightstand. To this day, I have no idea what she did with it; anytime she went out, she used the credit cards I had given her. Three years ago, she died due to complications from cancer, and I stayed with her till the end. When she could no longer have sex comfortably, she took me out to strip clubs, and one night, we met Mindy and brought her home. They kissed passionately, and Mindy would give her orgasms without hurting her. In the days following Mindy's visits, she was always in good spirits.
Carmella had become Meg's caregiver and later my household manager, taking care of my needs when I needed relief. One night, Meg walked into Carmella's room and caught her giving me a blowjob. I thought she would blow her top, but no, she lay on the bed beside me and ran her fingers across my chest while instructing Carmella on how to do it the way I enjoyed it.
However, one of the things I loved about Meg was how happy she seemed when hosting one of my galas. She would plan the event to make sure everything was just right. On the night of the event, she ensured that the guests would have plenty of food and drink, and the models she hired discreetly attended to the male guests so that the married couples would not be upset. Sometimes, she even arranged for some of the married couples to take one of the models up to the rooms.
