Real Estate Transaction

REAL ESTATE TRANSACTIONS 2

Hi. I'm Trisha. My husband Mitch has told you all about me in the first chapter of this story. I can't believe that I'm writing this story for others to read, but here goes.

Mitch has explained about my real estate business and how I yielded to one client after we found a wonderful house for him and his family. We were in the bedroom when the client, Ed Pearson, seduced me. It wasn't much of a seduction. He was touching my arms, then rubbed and nuzzled my neck. In an instant, he had unzipped my dress in the back and unhooked my bra, leaving me in just my panties next to a very inviting bed. I sat on the bed and sucked his dick. Then he ate me and fucked me. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. It may sound like I was an easy mark. I guess I was.

So let me tell you a bit more.

Mitch has made it sound like he has been my only lover. He did take my virginity, but I had been 'intimate' with other men. I hadn't gone all the way with anyone, but I had given more than a few hand jobs and a few fellas had fingered my pussy. My regular boyfriend in high school (we were both 18) and I would get each other off in the car. We'd park and neck and he'd strip me naked. I'd lean back against the passenger door and he would finger-fuck me while I rubbed his dick. Typically, he would come all over me and I would soak his fingers with my juices. We both were satisfied that way and we didn't have to worry about me getting knocked-up.

After I broke up with that guy, I dated a few other men/boys in college. Again, I avoided going all the way by jacking them off and I learned to suck cocks from one young man. I didn't like to swallow, but it was better than getting the nasty stuff all over me and my clothes. I ruined a few dresses until I learned how to avoid leaving cum-stains on my clothes. I swallowed it.

So, anyway, I was technically a virgin when I started dating Mitch, but I was not some innocent maiden.

As our marriage progressed, we looked for ways to enhance our sex. As part of our foreplay, Mitch and I got into watching porn and reading erotic stories on this and other websites. We found that watching or hearing about others having sex was very arousing. We gravitated to stories of wives getting fucked by other men. Sometimes, the wife had an affair without her husband knowing, but more often, we liked stories about the husband hearing about or actually watching his wife get fucked by some stud with a big cock. Swapping with other couples was interesting, but didn't have the same appeal as stories involving just the wife.

We took our kinky fantasies out in public a little. Mitch would encourage me to dress provocatively. I'd wear blouse that was low cut so others could see my boobs. A few times I even went without a bra, although my boobs are too big for that. They would bounce and jiggle under my shirt, which I found distracting. I'd wear short skirts or tights that showed every contour of my ass and legs. We'd come home after I'd teased in public and have some wonderful sex. Mitch would get so worked up and would just attack my pussy. He'd make me come with just his tongue and then he'd fuck me until we both were exhausted.

Well, after fifteen years of marriage and two kids, we had slowed down, but Mitch was still turned on by lurid tales of wives screwing around. I was too. There was a dual attraction. I liked having him get so aroused and I teased him for his benefit. But I also had a hidden attraction to some of the things we read about. We both were turned on my stories of wives fucking another man and coming home to their husbands, sitting on their faces and giving sloppy seconds.

I began to add details when telling him about my real estate activities when we talked at the end of the day. I'd make up stuff or exaggerate about guys looking up my skirt when I was having lunch with friends and mention men that I'd met in a suggestive way. I'd say some guy 'looked like he would be good in bed'. Mitch responded to these tales with enthusiasm and my imagination would be rewarded with a good lay.

He didn't tell you about how he liked watching his friends feel-me-up at parties or when we were out dancing. One night, I allowed his good friend Ralph to undo my bra and reach into my blouse to play with my titties. Another time, his other friend Barry had his hand down the back of my pants on my bare ass while he was pressing his hard cock against my belly, through our clothes, of course. Barry's wife Felicia would be pissed if she knew.

The most provocative thing I had done was to play with his drunken friend Mike's dick while we were riding in the back seat of our car coming home from a ball game. Mitch was driving with another one of his friends in the passenger seat. It was a three-hour drive and somehow, I found my hand in Mike's pants, rubbing his pecker. He was drunk and had been flirting with me. I rebuffed Mike's attempts to get at me and he restrained himself once I began to play with his cock. I remember seeing his dick in the light of passing street lights. He had a nice stiff hard-on. After he came, I licked his cum from my hand. I didn't tell Mitch about that when I kissed him with another man's semen in my mouth.

Mitch was not a poor innocent cuckold; he did his share of playing around. I knew he had some fun when he went out with his buddies and he came home from a few office parties with the scent of another woman's perfume. While the guys I mentioned earlier were getting their feels in with me, he was engaged with one of their wives.

I dressed attractively when meeting clients for my real estate job. It was professional to look nice. Real estate was part to full-time, depending on the season and how fortunate I was attracting clients. The kids were mostly self-sufficient and between them and Mitch, they could survive if I was working late.

Mitch would see me in just one of my regular outfits and tell me how sexy I looked. I know he was just pandering, but still it made me feel good. I've tried to stay in shape and have lost most of the weight I gained when I was pregnant.

One time Mitch told me I could sell ice cubes to Eskimos and my retort was that I couldn't because the ice cubes would melt if they got anywhere near my pussy.

A few times, I removed my underwear in the car just before getting home and then told Mitch that I had been showing houses to a client without panties. That would make him hot, thinking about me getting in and out of cars while possibly shooting a beaver at some poor guy or his wife.

When I lucked out with Ed Pearson, it was a major coup. He was a wealthy guy from California, looking for a house in association with his business relocating him to a new office in our area. Ed's family was in California while he looked for their new home. He was particular about what they wanted and made frequent calls to his wife, texting her photos of houses and getting her feedback. He sent her a photo of me and I saw her reply, saying that I looked 'hot'. I thought that was interesting.

Ed was charming, very affable. He was nice to talk to. He'd travelled a lot and would tell me about his family. I admit I was smitten with him. I enjoy meeting new people. It's one of the attractions of real estate. Spending time with a new client, like I was with Ed Pearson, was interesting and fun.

Our real estate search became extended, going through the weekend. We often were looking at houses into the evening. Ed was gracious and took me to dinner one night at a nice restaurant in addition to almost daily lunches. At the same time, my husband was involved in a project at work so we both were tired at the end of the day. We'd eat, help the kids with their homework, then collapse in bed. At times in our busy lives, sex was but a memory.

Ed and I became closer and our conversations expanded into our personal lives. When he asked about Mitch and the kids, he was very nice, but I caught a bit of unusual curiosity when he hinted at wondering if we had ever fooled around. He didn't actually say it, but I sensed him wanting to know if I could be had.

He made a few comments about he and his wife spending time at a mountain resort with two other couples and I definitely got the impression that there was some extra-marital hanky-panky taking place.

When my dear husband began to tease me about spending so much time with Pearson, it added another dimension. One day, he teased me about whether I was going to wear panties and joked that he'd 'wait up for me' that carried a sexual overtone.

That evening in bed, Mitch made a comment, "I'll bet your client goes home with a hard-on after watching your ass all day."

"He's a married man." I said.

Mitch laughed and said, "You think that keeps a guy from looking?"

"Do you look at other broads when you are at work?"

"Of course. We all do."

"You men are nasty."

He said, "I'll bet your client has imagined what your ass would look like without your skirt and panties."

"Maybe I should show him." I said joking.

"I bet he'd shove his dick in you in a heartbeat."

I continued to tease, "Would you like that? I could let him fuck me if we found the house he liked. It would be part of my commission."

He laughed, then looked at me with leering eyes. I knew he was imagining it.

I said, "I'd let him fuck me and come home with my cunt full of his cum."

"Oh baby!" Mitch was on top of me.

I said, "Imagine that my cunt is all slippery and wet from my real estate business."

He pushed his dick into me and passionately began to fuck me.

"Maybe I'll really do it." I said, "Would you want me to?" I didn't know if I was serious, but wanted to hear what my husband would say.

His answer surprised me a little, "Don't fuck him unless he buys the house."

"Huh?"

"Don't let him fuck you unless you get the commission."

That made me hot. The idea of using my body for business turned me on. The thought of men paying to fuck my pussy had been a kink and now it meshed with possible reality.

"I'd be a real estate whore." I began to come after I'd said it.

"Just so you bring your sloppy cunt home to me."

"I'll make you eat my commission out of my pussy."

With that, he ejaculated inside me and we wrapped into a tight embrace. I went to sleep wondering if Mitch really wanted me to fuck my client and I wondered if I wanted it too.

Well, you know what happened. That next day, we found it, the home of Ed's dreams. It was a four-bedroom overlooking the lake, with a nice fenced yard on a good-sized lot. He loved it immediately. The home had just come on the market and we were the first ones to see it. I called the selling agent, we accepted their price and texted back and forth with electronic signatures and such. Ed and I were both elated. I was pleased to have a very satisfied client. He continued to look through the house while I finalized the deal.

When I found him, he was in the bedroom looking at the closets. We were both so excited. He embraced me. Our hug became more when he kissed me, just a peck at first, but then a real kiss. My head was swimming and I was caught up in the elation of the moment, so I kissed him back. I knew it was more than just a friendly kiss.

He turned me around and caressed my shoulders and my neck. His tongue probed my ear and his hand went to the front, feeling my boobs through the dress. He undid the hook at the top of my dress and paused. When I didn't object, he began to slide the zipper down my back. I stood there, letting him do as he pleased, conflicted between feeling good and being scared. The zipper reached bottom and he undid my bra. When he pulled the dress off my shoulders, it fell to the floor and I was naked except for my panties and shoes. His hands fondled my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples. I could smell his scent and enjoyed his hands roaming over my breasts and stomach.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him toward me by his belt. I undid the belt, then the button on his pants. It was my turn to unzip him and I discovered a nice, smooth cock. It was hard; I knew it was because of his desire for me. I took him in my mouth and sucked his cock. I held his nuts in my hand and slobbered all over his manhood, getting more aggressive with him. I was bobbing my head on his prick, not thinking at all about whether I was just going to get him off or go further.

He took charge when he pushed me back on the bed and pulled off my panties. He dove into my pussy and found my clit. He had me on the way to an orgasm in just a few moments. I remember his hands holding my tits while he licked my juicy snatch. His tongue was inside me, then his fingers and finally his cock. I asked him to fuck me and he did. He stripped and mounted me. I wrapped my legs around him and touched his hairy chest. He fucked me with a combination of passion and tenderness. I rationalized that what I was doing was okay, because Mitch had encouraged me to fuck the guy if I got the sale. I was going to reward Mitch with 'my commission' when I got home.

Ed came inside me. It's true that he was only the second man to come in me. I was having my own orgasm and the sensation of his semen gushing into me added to my thrilling climax.

He rolled off. I laid there beside him. Nude, full of another man's semen, having strayed for the first time.

Mitch was amazing when I got home. I felt very guilty and was afraid I had ruined out marriage, but as I described what I had done, Mitch seemed eager to hear more details and sprung a boner as I told him about my client fucking me. My fear turned to amazed elation at my husband's reaction. I had cheated on him and he loved me for it. I told him I wished that he had been watching and that made him even more attentive.

Mitch has also told you of our conversations about whether I should go out to dinner and 'celebrate' after the final closing on the house. Mitch left it up to me. I wanted to and gave him many chances to tell me not to. He finally actually told me to go fuck this other guy, then come home to him.

I had dinner with Ed. With a little wine and the intoxication of the money I'd made as a commission, I boldly removed my panties during dinner, letting Ed know that I was eager for a more intimate celebration.

I texted Mitch, even sent him a photo of me sucking Ed's cock. Mitch continued to encourage me, so I went to Ed Pearson's room and fucked him for a few hours. His cock was inside me most of the evening. He was sucking my pussy when it wasn't. Ed was a good lover, different from my husband, not necessarily better, but different. Having him on top of me, feeling him pressing against my thighs, experiencing the different pace of his screwing me. We did it in a number of different positions; he was eager to put his dick in me from different angles. He brought me to a few strong orgasms and he poured two loads of semen into my eager vagina.

I went home, arriving about midnight, thinking I was exhausted. I revived when my husband met me and wanted to know the details of my evening. I took him to bed and sat on his face, feeding him my lover's cum while telling him everything I had done, how another man had been fucking me all evening, filling my cunt with his sperm. I will always remember Mitch's face, wet with love juices, looking up at me from between my legs, his nose buried in my pussy hair, his tongue inside my sloppy vagina.

The day after, I talked with Mitch to see if he really was okay and assured him that I loved him more than ever.

Fucking another man was quite enjoyable, but it was no substitute for what I had with my husband and our family. However, the genie had been let out of the bottle and I was on my way to a new life style. I'd read stories about hot wives and was amazed that I had become one. As I said earlier, I like being around different people and now I had discovered another dimension of sharing with others.

I'll tell you about the dinner at Ed and Joan's house in the next chapter.

Writing this has made me horny. I have to find my husband and fuck him to relieve this urge that I have.