The Girl in Spandex by Barbara_Em

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(My thanks to Kenji Sato for reviewing and commenting on my efforts.)

The Girl in Spandex

William Wadsworth

"She was dressed in a black spandex bodysuit!" My boss left nothing to the imagination, as he described some of the time he spent with a new young whore he had patronized, "She had green eyes and long blonde hair down to her butt. The bodysuit was long-sleeved but showed all of her legs and the tops of her boobs. And those boobs, they were like gallon jugs."

Howard McCree didn't treat us all that well. He actually paid under the going rate, but usually about once a quarter, he would take us out for beer and barbeque and then some adult entertainment. McCree Construction was a framing subcontractor with four or five crews working in the metro area's booming homebuilding industry. He had a side business of finish carpentry, which I preferred because I either worked alone or with an apprentice and worked indoors, as opposed to the framers who had to work in all sorts of weather.

What I really wanted to do was get into the custom market as an independent subcontractor, responsible only for my work and dealing only with the builder's superintendent. I would likely have to bid my own jobs and hire an apprentice helper, but I had already done all that under McCree's almost non-existent supervision. I figured I could clear twenty-five- to forty-percent more than I was making now, with the added benefit of doing without McCree's interference. After the usual visit to McCree's favorite barbeque joint, we went to an upscale notel motel. It was upscale because we had a suite with a hot tub in one room and a king-size bed.

McCree continued after we entered the suite, "This is one hot lady, she'll do anything you want, anal, double penetration, even air tight. She must be in the bathroom, cleaning herself up from her last client. We had noticed an overnight case on a bedroom chair. We heard the toilet flush. My first view was from her backside as she collected her fee from McCree. Just like my wife she had long black hair, reaching her ample buttocks, and slender white legs.

I never dreamed that he was talking about my wife but when she turned to greet her new clients, including me, I found out that the young whore he had been describing was my wife. We both did a double-take. Hers was a lot more subtle than mine, and fortunately no one was looking in my direction. All the other eyes were on the young whore's many charms, mostly between her fully-shaved cunt, and the luscious lips I had kissed so many times.

I loved my wife. This was a great shock. I thought we were as tight as a marriage could be. We both loved being with each other and being with our children. This was not only the mother of my children, but I thought this woman was my life-time partner and lover.

I had met Tina Monroe at a bar-club in the not-so-posh east side of our city. The music was good and so the night place attracted a diverse clientele. She told me she didn't go to college, but she had still snagged a job with a PR firm. She had started as a secretary-receptionist. I had thought PR stood for public relations. Silly me, it must have stood for 'Pussy Ready!' We have three children. Her first maternity yielded our twin boys, Tom and Ryan. Her second maternity, but third child was our darling Mattie. When she went back to work after her second maternity leave, she was promoted to PR consultant. I presume she did more 'consulting' with her lower mouth than her upper.

She had on a black spandex bodysuit, which showed every curve of her 36C-23-36 body, as well as one hundred percent of her trim long legs and the tops of her boobs, with just a glimpse of her silver dollar size areolas. McCree asked us all to sit down on the bed or one of the chairs. I chose a chair. Not only would I have a nice view of her backside, but it would be easier to avoid eye contact. She began by pulling the bodysuit down to her waist and extricating her arms. From the back I couldn't see her magnificent tits but I had seen them last night and still remembered what they looked like.

After giving a shimmy, which from my angle showed the delightful action of her buttocks, she then pulled the bodysuit off. She gave another shimmy for the benefit of the guys sitting on the bed. Then she turned back in my direction for another shimmy, audaciously giving me a big smile.

She then ordered the guys off the bed, and salaciously asked, "Who's first?"

McCree stepped up and said, "That would be me, since I paid!"

I surreptitiously put my cellphone on record and placed it in my shirt pocket, where it could take in the action on the bed from my vantage point while I remained still sitting in the chair. She helped McCree off with his pants and undershorts, revealing a not too long but very thick organ. She quickly kneeled in front of him and began blowing him. It didn't take long for him to become fully aroused. In this state, his cock looked to be around three inches thick, but only about six inches long.

He promptly lay down, supine, on the bed, and after condomizing him, she mounted him in the cowgirl position, where she began thrusting herself onto him, like there was no tomorrow. She apologized for not bringing her Stetson. McCree seemed to be quite satisfied with her efforts and soon, it became clear that he was nutting, by his groans and the clenching of his hips.

I wanted to get up and wring her cheating neck, but I knew I would be restrained and also that I would be making a fool of myself. She wasn't wearing her wedding or engagement rings and as far as I knew, none of my workmates, including McCree, knew of our relationship. I needed to keep my cool and maintain the charade that I had never laid eyes on her before this afternoon's performance.

She then calmly stated that she had brought lubrication in case anyone wanted to use her ass or doubly penetrate her. For emphasis, she turned and wiggled her butt at the onlookers.

Almost immediately, Eddie, one of the more obnoxious of my workmates shouted, "I want her ass; who wants her pussy?"

Jamie, one of the more soft-spoken workmates raised his hand.

She instructed Jamie, "Just lie on the bed, and I'll take care of the rest."

She put a condom on him and then put a condom on Eddie. She admonished Eddie, "Don't be stingy with the lube!"

She was so matter-of-fact about everything. She seemed to be the consummate professional prostitute. It was breaking my heart to see her giving herself away so casually. I wondered if she had been doing this the whole time we had been married, except when she was on maternity leave. She apparently always used condoms with clients. However, even in the Twenty-first Century, condoms had been known to fail. I would have to do DNA testing on my three children, as well as taking an STI battery. The more I thought about it, the more depressed I got.

Although she apparently didn't orgasm with McCree, the double penetration seemed to do it for her. She either came three times before Eddie and Jamie nutted, or she was a better actress than I had ever realized. I just wanted to get out of there, but I knew that, shortly, I would be expected to perform, or else I would have to endure the razzing of my workmates for the rest of my employment with McCree. Alvin, a Black coworker, and Marcus, a Hispanic did her next with Alvin doing the anal honors. This time, she came four times with her sex partners nutting as she convulsed in her fourth climax.

The remaining male members of the party, were Felix, my apprentice, and myself. I volunteered for her ass, so I wouldn't have to look into her eyes. What had been one of the greatest pleasures of my life was now a chore, done only to maintain my status among my coworkers. I thought back to our honeymoon for inspiration and managed to get hard. Our only verbal interaction was when she told me, "Be generous with the lube, honey!"

I hoped my coworkers would think that was a generic honey, rather than personal, and that's the way they seemed to take it. The night before, we had made love after the children were asleep. On this afternoon in a notel motel, with my coworkers looking on, I fucked her. I don't think I had ever pounded her so hard. It was truly banging, as I called out, "Take that, bitch!" "How do you like that, whore!" and "You're loving this, aren't you, slut?" I couldn't see her face to judge her reaction, but I think she might have flinched, or maybe not.

After that, McCree wanted seconds and fucked her doggy style, while the rest of us dressed. After McCree did her a second time, he dressed and then gave her a tip of a Franklin. We took our leave, returning to work to pick up our cars.

On the ride back, McCree told me, "I didn't know you had it in you! You really pounded that whore's ass, didn't you!"

I agreed with him, "You were right, boss! That was a super fine piece of ass!"

On the drive home, I wondered what it would be like when we met at home. She would probably beat me home, unless she had other clients afterward. Her car was in the garage. I guessed our confrontation would wait for the children to be put to bed.

Kristina Carlson Wadsworth

Shit! I had been postponing having a talk with Billy, because I couldn't think of a good way to explain to him that my PR firm was a front for an escort operation. When we had married, I really was a secretary-receptionist, although even then, I knew very well that the firm's business wasn't classical public relations.

One night, as I was getting ready to go home, Greg, Susan's partner in life and in the escort operation, came by my desk. He came right to the point, "Tina, we've had a shit storm of illnesses and other incapacities. We are coming up two escorts short of what we need. Susan has come out of retirement for one party. You are our last hope for the other party! You must have thought about doing this. I know it's a lot to ask, but we are absolutely desperate. I would go, but I don't think I meet some of the criteria. I think you'll do great! This is a great opportunity to try it out and see if you like the wet work."

I didn't really want to take that step, but Greg and Susan had been very good to me, and I was intrigued by the possibility. I asked, "How large a party is it?"

Greg informed me, "It's a small party, only six, possibly seven or eight. I would be your driver and guard. You will have to call your husband and tell him the truth about it being an emergency, just don't give him any details. Tell him it's in a city several hours away, and that the company has agreed to pay for overnight lodging."

I had never done more than a threesome before my marriage. I asked Greg, "This six or seven guys, I've never done that many before. Do you think I can handle it?"

He replied, "Honestly, I'm sure you can do it. You might be a little sore the next day, depending on how energetic they are. The contract says you'll be there from eight until two. They might all want seconds. I did tell you, you'll get three thousand for this, right?"

I wasn't sure why I agreed. It was partly curiosity and partly wanting to repay Greg and Susan for being so good to me the entire time I had worked for them. Greg continued his instructions, "We've got costumes you'll need. For a party like this, you'll open with a quick strip tease. Then, get down to the real business. Here's the address. Since your husband doesn't know what you'll be doing, you need to go home and pack a suitcase as though for an overnight stay. Then I'll pick you up to take you to the party venue."

That's how I became an escort.

The evening seemed to go very smoothly. All I had to do was go with the flow. After my dance, the guys guided me from one cock to the next. As Greg had instructed me, I made them all wear condoms. All I had to do besides spreading my legs in different positions was occasionally remind an eager beaver to put his condom on! Honestly, I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked over and over and over again. I was hooked. I asked Susan if I could become a regular and she enthusiastically agreed to add me to her stable.

I always meant to tell Billy but the time never seemed right. Ater several years of whoredom, it would have been a difficult confrontation.

After servicing all of Billy's workmates, I cleaned up as best I could in the cheap motel bathroom. Then I went home, picking up the children from daycare on the way. At home, I started dinner preparation. I looked my housewifely best, complete with apron, when I greeted Billy at the door between the kitchen and garage.

I embraced him, kissed him, and told him, "I may not be your favorite person right now, but please believe me, I love you with all my heart!"

He gave me a not-friendly look. Then he greeted the children with great enthusiasm. I would have to wait for the children to go to bed to find out just how much shit I was in. Even though I knew we had some difficulties ahead; I just hoped he would still love me when all was said and done.

Nine o'clock came and we sat at the dining table with our beverages of choice.

Billy spoke first, "Let's not make this any worse than it has to be. If we're not completely truthful with each other, we don't have a chance of pulling through this. Let's get your justification out of the way first. Why, Tina, why?"

My tears were already falling, as I began, " I have no justification. I should have told you what was going on a long time ago. I wasn't turning tricks when we got married, although I knew what business Greg and Susan were engaged in. Even so, I should have, at the very least, come clean about the first party I worked, several years ago. I knew I should at the very least tell you what was going on. The right time never seemed to present itself.

"Of course, the longer I put off the day of reckoning, the harder it became to even think about it. I have always loved you and I wanted you to keep loving me, even though I was enjoying being an escort. Going forward, I will do whatever you want, although I most certainly don't want to give up you or the children. I want our marriage to still be going strong in fifty years. I know this is an awful lot for you to deal with, but I will quit the escorting tomorrow. if that is what you want me to do.

"You also need to know that I have bank and investment accounts that you don't know about. I've made a lot of money that you didn't know about over the last few years - you're entitled to half, but I would prefer that we spend it together."

He surprised me, when he asked, "What do you want, Tina? Do you want things to go on the way they have been, just with my knowing what you're doing now?"

I told him the truth, "The first thing I want is to preserve our marriage and family life. I have enjoyed being an escort, but I will gladly give it up if that's what you want."

He replied, "I would like for my wife to be able to socialize with my workmates, but I think that's impossible now. Maybe we should both change jobs. I want my family to have the best of things, but I am concerned about cost. Even college would be good, if are children are able to do the work, but I don't want it to be at the cost of you selling yourself.

"I also believe we need to have some counseling. There is a matter of the trust between us being damaged. I think my not knowing about your real profession for such a long time is a problem."

I told him, "Frankly I'm just glad you haven't booted me to the side of the road. I truly do love you, although you may think my continued escorting doesn't show that."

He replied, "I still think you're a wonderful wife and mother, you just have a few blemishes I didn't know about."

I asked, "Do you want me to arrange some marriage counseling?"

He replied, "I think that would be a good idea even if we weren't having some issues."

I felt good that he described my misdeeds as blemishes. His discovering me at work was the slap in the head I needed to realize that, although my job had been mostly fun, it didn't really carry the satisfaction of the real relationships I had with Billy and our children. The thought of losing Billy and our children through divorce just because I liked whoring around was unbearable. I had to get back in sync with Billy, and hopefully, never get out of sync with the children.

Billy

I still wasn't completely sure I wanted to stay with Tina. I thought that worse than the escorting was her keeping it a secret from me. Then there was the matter of the children. If any of the children weren't mine, that would be an even more serious problem. A DNA test was needed soon. I decided that I didn't want to have marital relations with Tina until she had quit escorting and had a negative STI panel. The biggest problem for Tina and I was having to deal with our problems, while minimizing the effect on our children. I would likely be ready to walk if it wasn't for the effect on our three children, all of whom I dearly loved. A positive match on our family's DNA and negative set of STI tests would, at least, handle two of our problems.

Our counselor's name was Mary Louise Hamilton. She had a Ph.D. in psychology but wanted us to call her Mary Louise. Her first question was, "What's going on? You first, Billy!"

I told her, "I love my wife, but I'm having a hard time dealing with her being a prostitute for over three years and my not finding out until very recently."

Mary Louise then asked, "What do you think, Tina?"

"I was an escort," Tina replied, "not a street whore."

Mary Louise inquired, "What would you have preferred Billy to say?"

"I guess it's not such a big deal," Tina responded, "To me, escort sounds better than prostitute. The truth is that I fucked guys for money, so I guess even calling me a whore wouldn't be a lie."

Mary Louise continued, "So, what's going on, Tina?"

"Billy found out, in the worst possible way, that I was an escort, Tina answered. "I still haven't gone over the money aspects of it with him yet. I'm guessing I'll quit and get a more legitimate job, unless Billy dumps me. Billy is still dealing with my not telling him that I had been doing this for several years. I knew that I shouldn't do it and that I should have definitely told Billy what was going on, but I continued on with it, anyway. My problem was that I was enjoying it, and I didn't want to lose Billy and the children."

Mary Louise commented, "That sounds like you wanted to have your cake and eat it, too."

Tina started crying, "I know. I was being very selfish. I just hope that Billy will weather this storm and stay with me! I still love him and I don't even want to think about life without him. I'm hoping I won't have to!"

Mary Louise then asked me, "What do you think about what Tina just said, Billy?"

I told them, "I just don't know what to think. I'm still getting over finding out that the hot whore my boss was talking about is my wife. I think I still love her, but I'm not understanding how she could keep this a secret for multiple years. I feel like she not only trampled fidelity, but she also betrayed my trust. I think it's very hard to be intimate emotionally with someone you can't trust."

Tina interjected, as tears ran down her face, "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. It really hurts me when you say you don't trust me anymore. The worst part is that I did it to myself. Baby, I enjoyed being an escort. I enjoyed fucking your boss for fun and profit. However, the bottom line is that hearing that you no longer trust me makes me wish I could take it all back."

The Girl in Spandex

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