My wife is amazing. From the moment we met seven years ago there was no doubt she would be mine. Her pouty mouth begged me to stick my cock in it, her large full tits were crowned with nipples that were always erect and at the end of the road where her long, sleek legs met there was a pussy you swore was candy-coated. At 36 years old she is still an awesome piece of ass and can suck dick like a damn vacuum cleaner. Up her bung hole, down her throat, deep in her snatch, this woman loves it all. During our courtship Gwen was eager to show me what she liked and spent a lot of time trying to convince me to let her arrange a threesome with another guy. There were plenty of men willing to help her fulfill her fantasy but there was no way I was willing to share her with anyone else with a prick unless it was a strap on.

I felt like the luckiest dude on the planet when Gwen became Mrs. Dennis Connor. She helped my Sand Springs painting business by placing ads and taking phone calls. Jobs were sometimes hard to come by with the competition from larger companies in nearby Tulsa. Stubborn about being my own boss I never worried about having Plan B if work dried up. We managed to pay the rent and most of the bills but when our son Jason was born we had to tighten our belt a little tighter. Gwen didn’t pick up the mail the day the premium notice for my disability insurance showed up. It was something I thought we could live without so I tore up the envelope and tossed it in the trash.
It was our anniversary three days before my accident. Gwen asked our next door neighbor Mrs. Pirro to watch our son. She met me outside our building with sandwiches, cold beer and a sleeping bag. We took my truck out of town to Keystone Lake and park in a secluded spot in a stand of pine trees. Gwen wore shorts and a tight T-shirt. I wore the same clothes I had painted in all day. Before long, bare assed we slipped into the clear, fresh water. My prick throbbed as I found the crack in her round ass and slid myself in. Wrapping both arms around Gwen, her large breasts were cupped in my hands. Feeling her teats stiffen caused my balls to swell and pulsate. My wife leaned forward, my hands now around her slim waist moving her up and down while she used her fingers to play with her clit. My load filled her rectum and spilled into the water. Cloudy bubbles surrounded us. Gwen grabbed me and pulled me to the shore. She partially covered herself with the sleeping bag, her damp beaver glistening. Guiding me over the top 69 style Gwen grasped my cock and opened her mouth wide. Using my thumbs to spread open her pussy lips my tongue quickly found her clit. Making tight circular motions caused her to moan softly, her belly heaving with anticipation. My dick had grown straight and hard in her wet, warm mouth. Fucking her vagina with my tongue every taste bud was firing. Soon with one powerful thrust of her hips we experienced total gratification.

More as a favor than anything else, I agreed to paint the apartment building we lived in. Our landlord Mr. Stone is a cheap bastard but a good salesman. While painting the trim outside the second floor I leaned over to steady the bucket. Without warning my scaffold collapsed sending me to the sidewalk, my legs crumbling beneath me. The screams of Mrs. Pirro brought Gwen outside. I had compound fractures in both legs. Surgery was required and I remained in the hospital for a week. There was no way for me to return to work for at least three months. Stone was willing to give us a couple months rent free but nothing else. Pickled by the pain killer I tried to remember if my disability insurance was paid, it wasn’t. Most folks would have Plan B but we sure as hell didn’t.

My first few weeks home are a blur. Percocet is a great drug. You’re in pain but you really don’t give a shit. Then reality set in. Between doctor appointments I screwed around on the Internet. Late one afternoon I found an escort directory on Yahoo and a light bulb went off. I didn’t have a clue how to approach Gwen with my idea so I just let it rip. She listened intently while I outlined my business plan. By marketing her considerable talents Gwen could enjoy the sexual adventures she had always dreamed about, and bring home some much needed bacon. I would field the emails and set appointments. Trying to look serious she couldn’t hide the broad grin that made her blue eyes dance.

That night, as Jason slept, Gwen posed while I took some nude shots. Man, she knew how to work it looking every inch the Playboy centerfold. I created a webpage and posted links to Yahoo and several other escort directories. Creating the website gave me my first hard-on since my accident.

With just a few clicks there she was flashing her beautiful smile and fantastic pussy. She got hits right away. I took a deep breath and answered the email from Platinum Playboy and learned he was available the next evening. Arrangements were made for her to meet her date at the Days Inn off Hwy 412 about ten miles from the apartment. When she left it was easy to see she was nervous but excited. Wearing a short red dress clinging to every curve and eight inch heels she planted a kiss on my forehead and was gone. It was tough not to think about Playboy mounting my bride but after popping a pain pill I fell asleep.

Hearing her key in the front door woke me. Gwen came to the side of the bed and sat down. She reached into one cup of her red lace bra and pulled out four damp hundred dollar bills. I squinted to read the digital clock on the shelf, it read 5:15 AM. Gwen unfolded the bills and gave me two and tucked the others back between her tits.

Gwen began to tell me about her evening. The guy was about 60 and bald. He was fascinated with her asshole and spent a great deal of his time licking and tonguing it. When she began to describe the way he fucked her cunt and ate her out my dick grew hot. She rubbed her hands over her body and exposed her crotch and tugged at her wet panties. She told me he was well hung but his balls were small reminding her of walnuts. When she tried to go down on him he stopped her preferring she jerk him off while he played with her ripe clit. It seemed to take forever for her to tell me about her encounter. I held my cock in my hand squeezing the base, massaging the shaft and fingering the tip. The muscles in my legs beneath the heavy casts seized sending a jolt of pain into my kneecaps. Jiz started to form on the head of my prick while Gwen acted out the positions, tits jiggling as she mimicked the old man’s uncontrolled jerking motions when his load erupted covering her hand. Wincing with pain momentarily my cock felt like it ruptured spraying heavy, thick cum all over the sheets.

The next few appointments Gwen just fucked her dates missionary style. Most were married businessmen looking for a sexy dinner companion and a quickie to keep their minds off their frigid old ladies back home. Then Gwen met Rockman.

Rockman was a high-rolling cattle dealer. When he was in Oklahoma he stayed at Tulsa’s Crowne Plaza Hotel. When Gwen arrived at his executive suite she was greeted by a young woman who turned out to be his mistress. Ushered silently into the bedroom, she found Rockman was totally nude standing at the window staring at the street below. His cock hung limply between his thick, hairy thighs. The girl, Celia had dark satin skin. Each breast was adorned with a diamond stud imbedded in the nipple. Gwen told me how wet her cunt became when she noticed the Celia’s supple belly revealed a jeweled navel and a sparkling chain that showed the way to her slick, shaved cunt. Her clit was pierced with a golden hoop. Rockman had my wife disrobe and lay across his bed. Still watching from his place at the window he motioned for Celia to spread Gwen’s legs. She recalls the first wide, wet swipe Celia made across her snatch and clit hood. Celia’s tongue was also pierced, the sensation of her hardware rubbing against Gwen’s engorged skin sent chills from her toes to her tits. Slowly the girl moved toward Gwen’s torso planting heavy kisses on her stomach and breasts. Rockman hadn’t moved but his dick did, growing thick and straight. Celia submerged her face into Gwen’s pussy dripping with intense arousal.

Sliding my hand back and forth over my member Gwen continued to describe her encounter. My bulging balls were in my other hand. I contorted them trying to stop the flow of blood and prolong my pleasure. While Celia fucked my wife’s cunt she sucked her labia and clit wildly making a strange hissing sound like a snake. Rockman stood behind his bronze beauty entering her slick snatch with his oversized dick lifting her off her feet. Celia continued to chew on Gwen’s sweet meat while he hammered her hole, his sacs slapping against her. He pulled out lifting his young mistress off my wife and climbed on . Thinking I could not keep from blowing my wad before the end of the story I squeezed my balls harder. Gwen described how he used his powerful thighs to spread her legs further apart. Sloppy with juice his huge joint still did not slide easily into her beaver. She went for his nipples digging her nails into him while he stretched the tender skin around her hole to make room for the girth of his rigid tool. Celia had moved to the top of the bed and straddled my wife’s face. Gwen smiled remembering she tasted rich and creamy. She tongued her cunt and tugged on the strand of chain attached to her clit. Pinching Gwen’s nipples, Celia hung on, riding my wife’s face as Rockman delivered a final blow shooting a stream of stinging cum like molten lead into her cervix. Trying to catch her breath Gwen continued to suckle Celia’s rosebud hearing her cry out in complete ecstasy. Thinking about my baby's face buried in some bitch's creamy slit made me cum like a fire hose.

Rockman watched the girls play with each other. Gwen told me they shared a bath in the suite’s huge garden tub and toweled each other dry. Celia covered my wife’s luscious body with scented oil rubbing it over the lips of her snatch and around her asshole while Gwen lay on her belly. Soon she found Celia’s fingers buried in her bung. Her juicy hole expanded stuffed with the lengthy, rubber dildo Celia had strapped on. Gwen ended her account of her trip to the executive Suite, and handed me an envelope full of hundred dollar bills. Shit, I almost came again!

It's been a year since my accident and our family is doing great. The medical bills are paid off, we moved out of the apartment and into a three bedroom home near the lake. Gwen has a profile on a popular adult dating site. During the week Gwen may have two or three dates with wealthy types. She has a permanent gig at the Crowne Hotel every Thursday and continues to be compensated generously for her time. When she tells me about her evenings, my cock usually feels like a lead pipe until I drive it home in one of her holes.