Ned had allowed Susan Smith a couple of days rest from his sexual depravities. On her last visit she had been tied to the bed in various positions while the two young boys who lived nearby had fucked her and spanked her in an amazing number of ways. She had opened her mouth to take their cocks and drank whatever liquid oozed from the tiny piss holes. More interestingly, her arse had been given special attention by having butt plugs of various sizes inserted into her anus, for the purpose of stretching her brown hole, necessary training before it could accommodate a hard cock of decent size. It amused Ned to see that by the time the woman emerged from the shower, taken before she was returned to her husband, she always had a contented expression on her face. She often was sent home to her husband wearing a smirk if not a smile.
It was during this interlude that Ned heard the news that the local factory was laying off most of it's workforce which he knew would very likely include Mrs Smith's spouse Michael. After giving it some thought Ned decided a visit would be in order. He had a cunning plan.
Picking a time when he knew Mrs Smith would be out Ned strolled down the road and rang Mike's door bell. Now the two men sometimes engaged in conversation but were far from being friends, so Mike looked a little nonplussed when he saw Ned standing at his door asking if he could come in and have a few words. Nevertheless the man invited his neighbour into the living room and they sat down.
'I've heard the bad news about people being laid off at the factory. I have a proposal that you might be interested in. I know in situations like this every penny counts.'
'Okay, let's hear it. I'm hoping it doesn't happen but I think I'm going to be one of the unlucky ones.' Mike sounded very concerned and worried.
'I have a little idea, whereby I might be able to put a few pounds your way. A little job for your wife, with an opportunity to earn more. It won't make up for your lost income but it could be useful money if she's prepared to go the extra mile.'
'I'm confused but tell me more.' Mike told the man.
'Occasionally I organise small private parties, get-togethers, for certain friends of mine, businessmen mainly. All are in my age group, you know, probably the youngest is over 55. We like to have a little fun, sometimes we play cards, have some food sent in, obviously drink a lot! Watch a film maybe, you know, adult films, uncensored.'
'How the hell does my wife fit in with this scenario?'
'I thought it might be great fun for the guys if we had a lovely lady, pleasant on the eye, serving us drinks and providing us with a bit of glamour.'
'What? You want my wife to be a waitress? Hostess? For one night only? What she earns would hardly pay for a days food. You've got to be joking.'
'My friends would be very generous for the right woman. The more she does the more she gets paid.'
'So you're asking me to prostitute my wife?'
'Call it what you wish. If you lose your job you'll need every penny. On top of what your wife earns at her regular job it could make a big difference. It would depend on her how far she wanted to go. Minimum, would be giving the guys something to look at, say, parading in sexy outfits. Maybe getting down to just panties. A lot more money if she let them have some fun, sitting on their knees, letting them have a kiss, maybe play with her breasts, the more she does the more she earns. And it won't necessarily be a one-time event. You see I've always thought your wife has a very nice body, so she was the first woman who came into my head. She gets first offer.
'You have hell of a cheek coming here proposing that my wife becomes a part-time sex worker.'
'I should also mention,' Ned continued, not put off by Mike's aggressive reaction, 'That my friends would be happy to put your name around amongst the business communities letting them know you are looking for employment. Think a little beyond the idea she's only going to be paid for a couple of hours work as a waitress in a sexy uniform. For men of my generation and taste having a local housewife doing it for a generous reward is much more interesting and arousing than hiring a professional hostess with a false smile from an agency. There's something very erotic and tantalising about seeing a shy, ordinary housewife daring to lower her inhibitions and expose herself for the delight of other men. I'll leave you to give it some thought.'
With that, Ned got to his feet and saw himself out, leaving Mike deep in thought.
A couple of days had passed before Mike told his wife about the unusual 'opportunity'.
'I had a visit from that guy you don't like the other day, Ned.'
They had just settled down for the evening after eating their meal. Susan felt her stomach do a somersault. Nervously she waited for the angry accusations to come pouring out. Her hands shook.
'He came to offer a proposal - a job offer for you really.'
Sue swallowed hard. 'What?'
'He throws little gatherings, parties, for a bunch of older guys. He says they are business men, willing to pay good money for a woman to act as hostess and who's prepared to give them a bit of a sexual thrill. He wondered if you'd be interested - make a few pounds in your spare time every now and again. Ned heard about the lay-offs at work and thought the bit of extra cash would come in useful. Actually he told me he finds you very sexy, says you have a good body.'
Susan looked at her husband with astonishment.
'Give them a sexual thrill? What did you say?'
'Well it was so weird I didn't say a lot. I asked how far he'd expect you to go?.'
'You mean you were prepared to give it some consideration? What did he tell you?'
'Basically it would be up to you just how far you wanted to go. But he made it clear that the more you did, or the farther you were prepared to go - the more money you could earn. He reckoned his friends would be very generous toward a woman who was daring enough to give them some fun and excitement.'
'What are you saying Michael? You sound like you're trying to sell me the idea. You want me to do this?'
'Well it's a worry thinking about how we are going to pay our bills if I'm laid off at work. You could probably earn more in a couple of hours than you would in a week if you took on a part-time job. I'll try my hand at anything that's offered. Ned told me he'd get his mates to put the word around that I'm looking for a job. Obviously that only applies on whether you agree to take up the offer.'
'You've thought this through haven't you, you'd turn a blind eye - be prepared to let me be in a room alone with a bunch of older men and give some sort of sexual thrill? And how far would you let me go? Obviously they'd want me to take some or all of my clothes off - what happens then, how much further would you expect me to go - all the way, with how many men? So the more money I come home with, you'll know it's because I've been with lots of men? Been a complete slut. Could you handle that? It's not a question of how far I'd go - it's how much you could take, knowing how I've earned the cash.'
Michael was very uncomfortable hearing this reality.
'Look, lets just leave it there for now - end of conversation.'
And it was the end. They settled down to watch some TV, but their minds were somewhere else.
Ned had waited for Sue coming home from work and caught up with her in the park.
'What the hell are you up to!' she demanded.
'Just trying to help a friend,' Ned told her calmly.
'Don't try to make yourself look like a caring friend. You're not a friend. Actually you may have shot yourself in the foot. Once my husband agrees that I should entertain your pals for money then you have no hold over me. I'll be fucking other men with his blessing - if the money is right!'
'My goodness, I never thought of that!' Ned laughed cynically, 'What a fool I am!' Ned's voice became more aggressive. 'Make sure you come round Wednesday afternoon - I know it's your day off.'
Mrs Smith knew it was best not to say anything else.
Wednesday came round a bit too quickly for Susan's liking. Obediently, following her blackmailers rules she changed into stockings and suspenders and lacy back panties, swapping her more practical weekday skirt for a much shorter one which would be hidden under her coat as she walked down the avenue. Sneaking into Ned's house by the rear entrance was always a problem during daylight hours.
'You shouldn't be playing games with my husband,' Sue told Ned; now she was calmer and hoped to reason with him.
'I'm giving you the chance to make some money. Plus, it makes life easier for you - you can come round for a fuck and it would no longer matter if anyone saw you visiting. Think about it, your husband would know you come here, and know you get a good fucking! Just think, you can enjoy all the extra sex - and all the little kinks and fetishes - without worrying if you'll get caught or be in trouble with Mike. Have you told him yet? That you agree to my proposal?
Sue wasn't in the mood for discussing the matter, she just shook her head. She just wanted to satisfy Ned's lust as quickly as possible and get on with her day.
