Inferno

INFERNO

Chapter 4

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Annie & Jerry

Friday, before he left for the office, I stood in the bathroom doorway wrapped in my comfiest robe sipping my morning coffee while watching my husband shave. It's one of the small intimate moments that couples share.I smiled.

I remembered 15 years ago standing this same way as he prepared for work, his beautiful, naked body still damp from his shower; me wearing only an old work shirt opened all the way down the front, cum sliding down my belly and thighs and oozing from my pussy lips. Married slut. I smiled inside. I loved being that.

I remember keeping the front of the shirt open to be barely modest while still showing him everything I've got. A maximum of sluttiness on display as I stared at the wonderful cock that had just been inside me, that had so rudely opened me at 4:30 am from a dead sleep. He had whispered, "I just want to rip off a piece before I go to work, I'll be back for the rest tonight." My dream violator rolled me on my back pushed my thighs apart and jammed his rock-hard morning boner all the way into me with one violent thrust.

"Owwww, FUCK," I screamed, "that hurt! Give a girl a little warning please." He pulled almost all the way out leaving only the head of his cock inside my opening as he sat back on his heels. He smiled, sexily...

"Okay,.....You've been warned." with an evil grin that I could just barely see in the first light he jammed that wonderfully painful hard cock deep into me again. Blackness with shards of screaming red flashing through my brain. It was me screaming and it must be my soft tissues inside tearing open.

"Unnnnhhhh." All the air was forced from my lungs as his pelvis slammed into my pussy. "FFfffuuckkkkk!!! FUCK. FUCK MMMME!!!"

Then he twitched inside me, WTF was that? I almost peed. He was laying on my full bladder twerking it from the inside. Where the fuck had he learned that? I'll kill the bitch!!!

"Hey, Jerry, really, I've got a full bladder and you're lying right on it and I'm going to make a mess."

"In a bit," he said. "But first I've gotta jerkoff my cock using your vagina." WHAT!!?? Who are you and what have you done with my husband? What kinda filth is coming out of his mouth this early in the morning?

He started sliding in and out of me maybe halfway deep rubbing the most sensitive part of the tip of his cock through the entrance between my legs. I could sense his orgasm building and almost there, if he shoves all of it into me again, I'm going to pee all over his cock. That'll teach him. But he didn't, he just fucked my entrance until suddenly he spasmed, grunted deeply and shot into my pussy, then he pulled out squirted a rope of white come across my belly then finished off covering my face and eyes and hair with the rest of his semen.

"That was great, babe, good morning." He smiled, bent down, licked some ofhiscome off my cheek and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back with my tongue watching his eyes smile as we played with his semen between our tongues.

"Slut." he said simply smiling down at the mess he had made on me. Then he got up to take his shower.

"Yes, your slut," I whispered back.

"Remember, Jerry that we've got a date tonight. As I stood in the doorway watching him pee.

"Yep," he nodded, "I remembered. Just the two of us at 8 o'clock at Firenze. I'll be home at 7, shower and we'll be there in plenty of time." Mundane married interactions.

I miss my dream violator. It had been 5 weeks for me without sex and I wanted him back inside me.

What working at one of the large CPA / Consulting firms taught Jerry during his short tenure there after getting his CPA license was that 30 hours is not enough time in a day. Jerry needed at least 35 hours in each and every day, or so he felt inside. For 18 years he had made us a nice life with almost no extravagances. No Golf Club membership, no month-long vacations, no Lexus' were affordable from his small two-and-a-half-person practice. He and Sophie did all the accounting, and I helped PT by keeping the files up to date - for free. As the kids got older and needed chauffeuring after school my time was a little more limited there.

Accounting is a sedentary activity. What had been a beautiful sexy trim body on my Jerry at 25 was now somewhat pudgy and soft. If I was honest, I don't think he made much of an effort to eat well either. Donuts, coffee, more coffee, fast and really fast food were his staples from 7:30am to 8:30pm or later. He apparently has little or no time to work out.

Worries about keeping ahead of the paperwork and meeting deadlines while continually learning and staying ahead of all the new regs from the IRS and State I could see were beating him down. And as far as I know he wasn't getting any sex to relieve his tensions. That's why tonight's dinner date was so important for us. I had to find out what we needed to change so that I could get my partner back. The love of my life and father of our children was slipping away from me.

So, I decided to go out and buy a whore for him. Me.

After the kids left and I cleaned up and went upstairs to see what massive changes had to be made: Housewife / Mother to Fuckable Whore.

I stripped down to my panties ( gotta go for sure ) and looked at myself in the mirror. 5'4", dull wavy brown hair just off the shoulder, a mess. Help.

There's nothing I can do to change my small slender frame. It has to stay It's me, no boob jobs ever. My girls have not become droopy and sad. My nipples aim slightly away from each other but straight at the intended targets. Putting my arms above my head while standing I almost go flat, just nipples that demand all the attention they can get. I reach over and pinch my left nipple HARD and TWIST.

"I'm going to make you a whore's nipple tonight," I tell her cruelly. I let go and slap her face. Ahhhh, God! That is soooo good. Tingles and shivers shoot all the way to my clit in a blaze of glory. Thank you, Ma'am. May I have another?

34C-ishis me. But I could dress them like whores to be displayed and sold. Yep, that's it. I need a half-bra with good support and a strip of delicate lace across each as a veil to hide their faces. If I raise both arms above my head then both nipples will be available for anyone to see, or touch. 9089

I'm not going to lose 5 pounds from my waist today, so I need something to cinch and hold me tight

Having had 3 children my hips are noticeably wider than I last remember but that was years ago. I have to say though that looking at myself in the mirror there are few if any blemishes on my belly, hips, ass & thighs. Bending over, even in my old lady drawers, I think my hips and ass are a money maker. Show them off.

Classy escort. That's me tonight. This will be fun and hot. I'm building the scene in my head. I can do this.

I smile a normal smile, pleasant, not something that would make a man suddenly get hard but pleasant. I needed something more coquettish. The eyes must be involved, lips certainly and tongue at times. So, I need a complete visit to a makeup specialist. I'm sure I'd screw it up and end up looking cartoonish if I tried it myself. It's been so long I don't know if I even have everything I needed. 'Let the Professionals do the work' all the commercials say. OK, appointment at 4:30.

Hair ditto, appointment at 3:00

Now let's go shopping.

By 6:00 pm I was done with everything. I headed home for a quick bath and to shave everything except my new haircut which I love and was told that it makes me look 10 years younger and immediately noticeable. Yes, noticeable. After at least 10 if not 15 years of hiding myself behind my vow of fidelity, tonight Iwantmen to look at me with desire, stare and think how they can get between my legs. I want Jerry to see this, what he's missing, what he has at home and doesn't use.

I bathed and shaved leaving my mound and labia for last. I do this regularly if not all the time, so it's easy to shave myself down there almost without looking... except today!!! I nicked my left outer lip and screamed,

"Mother-fucking stupid cunt."

Blood ran down my thigh, and it stung. What a fucking moron. Why today? Was I distracted? Fuck!!!. That hurt. Hmmmmm, However, I suddenly got a wonderful idea. This might be fun... when I stopped the bleeding.

I texted Jerry at 7:15.

Hon, I was ready an hour early and I want it to be a surprise for you so I'm heading over to the restaurant now. I'll see you about 8. The table is in your name, when you get there tell the Maitre'd and he'll come and get me.

He texted back;I'll meet you in the bar

No! Go to the table, I will come over shortly

Oh, dress in one of your business suits. I got dressed up.

OK,

At 7:30 I arrived at Firenze. I looked at myself in a window just before the doorman opened door, I could barely recognize myself.

What do men look at first? What do women look at first? My dull 'Mom-mop' had been shaved off nearly halfway up the left side of my skull leaving only a stubble above my left ear; the remaining hair was combed over to the right side and pulled back behind my ear then shaped to a point at the base of my neck. Most noticeable however was the pure white slash of hair that went over the top and down behind my right ear.

My Diamond Studs caught the overhead light above the reception desk. Large hoop earrings with a dragonfly within hung to just below my jaw line. I was going to get studs all the way up my left ear but there just wasn't time.

My eyebrows were plucked and penciled very thinly above the noticeable but not garish new lashes added by the makeup specialist. The eyeliner swooped from below my lashes up to a starburst of sparkles almost extending to my temples; early crow's feet hidden thank you. Smoky gray / lavender eye shadow gave my blue eyes an exotic hint of dark dangerous places I thought.

The lipstick was scarlet, matching my bra, my garter belt and my thong. I couldn't do any better.

At the last shop I added a thin 1" leather choker collar with one ring hanging in the front. It was simple but it implied so much more.

I gained 4 inches wearing a brand-new pair of Jimmy Choo, fuck-me-all-night-in-them black heels wrapped and closed just above my ankles. Putting them on over the black stockings made me think of Virgil, William and BDSM cuffs. Always the slut at heart.

A pure white transparent blouse with one button below my breasts was tucked into a 3" black belt above the solid black pencil skirt that ended 4" above my knees when I stood. I had told the salesgirl that I wanted a businesswoman-on-the-prowl look. She smiled and said, "Try this one."

The best fitting one was a size 6 that hugged my hips and ass very nicely. But the best feature of the skirt was the slit right up to where my stockings would end. I knew everyone would be able to see that I was wearing suspenders and a belt underneath. There was no way to hide anything with this skirt. I walked around a bit in it testing. Long strides opened the slit so that the tops of the stocking showed. Sitting was the selling point though. When I sat the skirt rode up over my ass, the slit opened up and my whole right side from my ankle to above my groin showed skin. I told her what a famous superhero once said, "I want one."

The black leather clutch matched the belt.

I was greeted by, "Good Evening, Madame"

To the Maitre'd I gave my most dazzling smile and said:

"I'm waiting for Mr. Delaney at about 8pm. When he arrives please show him to his table and I'll meet him there. In the meanwhile, I will be in the bar, Thank you." Businesswoman, in charge.

Some in the bar I noticed had already looked at the new arrival, alone, at the Maitre'd station. Now it was Show Time. I picked out a group of three 20-somethings, ties undone, probably just off work at some big financial company. I slowly picked my way across the room to them. On my way I looked straight ahead but I could feel and hear the tension level go up. The sway of my hips, the feel of the stockings rubbing together and the looks at my nearly exposed breasts and nipples had me juiced up and ready, literally. I am really enjoying this, I thought.

The 3 young guys were standing around the corner of the bar. They watched me all the way over to them. I could see in their faces the thought, 'Why is she coming toward us?'

I asked if I could squeeze in to order a drink. All three jumped, "No, No, we'll get it, what do you want? Ma'am" Game on.

Deadpanned, "I'll have a Shirley Temple.".. time stopped.

I looked up impishly at the tallest one, about 6'4" with beautiful eyes and put my hand on his arm. "No?" innocently, smiling, "A Martini then, stirred, with an olive... please." Laughter broke out. He was Tom Donovan, the other was Bill Stingley and the 3rdwas Peter Spencer. I'm just Annie.

Tom, who ordered my drink, said, "Please sit and join us." I did, gingerly, but I knew it would only be for a short while. I actually wanted them to be able to look down to see through my transparent blouse to my barely covered nipples and breasts. As planned my skirt did ride up as I sat and the slit opened up to the room so to speak. I could feel that 3" of skin was showing above my stocking as I crossed my legs.

The realization dawned on me that not only was I a flirt but that Ididlike to be displayed, seen and desired. It was very pleasantly awkward to see and sense that 3 young virile men were gawking down at my tits and barely hidden nipples supported by a scarlet viewing platform. It was the first time in so many years that I'd been so brazen, I felt flutters in my belly. Both ladies were hard as diamonds now.

After some typical probing banter where I deflected all questions of what I did and where I worked, 8pm approached. The time for the coup de grace had arrived. The matadora slid off her seat wincing. My 3 prospective bedmates for the night looked at me questioningly.

"I'm sorry," I said, "...... I was shaving between my legs just before I came out tonight and I cut my left pussy lip. It bled pretty badly, and it still hurts especially when I sit. The antiseptic stung like crazy down there. I had to switch to a thong instead of panties so that the strap would be on the inside of the lip instead of over it."

I thought they died. Peter spit his beer in his glass (I seem to have that effect on guys now), Bill's eyes just went wide and he immediately looked down at my crotch (a new tactic for the future?) and Tom, ever-the-one-to-be-on-top-of-everything, simply said "I think you're pulling our legs, so to speak of course." Followed by a very sexy smile that those two whores in front of me liked very much. When I get them home, I'm going to have them beaten to within an inch of their lives.

Tom looked straight at me and held out his palm, "With your permission, let me check to see if what you say is true." He's calling my bluff. Touche'

"I would actually," smiling sweetly, "it would be easy, just not in this skirt, in this room. I'd have to disrobe." I could see their imaginations churning.

The matadora makes the final thrust. In my softest bedroom whisper that only the four of us could heard, I looked at Tom and said, "But if I could somehow shrink all of your massive 6'4" muscle down the size of my 8-inch vibrator?" I put outmyhand palm up, "I'd gladly find a way to slip you up under my skirt to kiss away the pain."

"DONOVAN TABLE IS READY"

The three of them jumped out of their trance.... Tom again was quick. "Come join us, I'll ask for a soft pillow of some kind for your damaged lady part and we can discuss this miniaturization idea in some more intimate detail." I smiled back, If he asks, Iwillfuck him right here in front of everybody.

"I can't really, my date is going to be here quite soon and there's no way I'm stepping out on him." (that's an absolute truth notwithstanding my desire to jump Tom's bones right here and now).

His final sad reply, looking at the rings on my left hand, was, "Date?" I touched his arm and smiled. He said, "I should be so lucky." and turned to join his friends. Ooooooo flutters, that was fun. I could feel the entry to my vagina clench squeezing out lubrication for what was to come.

I looked down at my martini.

Light clapping came from behind me. I turned to look at the older patron propped up against the wall at the end of the bar. Well dressed, neat.

"Madame, that was an exquisite performance. You had them eating out of your hand from your entrance onward. They were your targets, weren't they?"

I looked down and simply sipped my martini.

"You do have a nick on your left labium, don't you?" he said.

"Yes," I replied softly

"Your name is Annie, isn't it?"

"Yes"

"You use your body well"

I peeked up sideways at him, "Thank you"

"Everything that you told them was the truth, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was"

"Well lovely lady, I am so impressed by your entire performance from your hair to your heels to your strength to your wit that when your 'date' (air quotation marks) arrives please tell him that I will 'buy him out' and add $1000 to whatever he paid for your company tonight. It's more than a fair offer. I would be pleased then if you would agree to spend the evening with me for dinner and conversation for say, $5000. No questions asked."

I caught a gasp and felt my tummy flip flop inside and every part of me below my waist went soft. I had to hold onto the bar while those two fucking whores started cheering 'Yes', 'Yes', 'Yes'. The thought that he believed that I was prostituting myself flashed through my brain and my soul. This has gotten way out of hand in a hurry.

I just want to be hot and desirable for Jerry. Now every man I speak with wants to want to rut with me like I'm a bitch in heat, and now they'll pay me for it!!! Holy fucking shit.

I picked up the rest of my drink, swallowed it all down for courage. I looked at him, all of him, assessing; light gray eyes, very neat and well-trimmed hair and beard, soft lips? expensive jacket and slacks it appears, shirt unbuttoned at the throat plus one additional button undone (I could see my small hand sliding between those buttons across his chest and cupping his nipple), he was probably a regular here, inhisplace at the end of the bar, confident (which is always sexy), horned rim glasses in his pocket. I knew that he would give me what I wanted tonight.

I sucked in my breath and softly said. "I will tell him of your offer. Thank You." I was saved right then when the love of my life walked into the restaurant. The Maitre'd showed Jerry around the corner to our table then came over to me. "Madame, your party has been seated, may I take you there now?" He looked at the older gentleman, questioningly?

I picked up my clutch and said to the Maitre'd, "Thank you, I'll follow you."

As I walked across the restaurant, Jimmy Buffett's song jumped into my mind, The two harlots leading me on were throwing a party dancing. I walked up and stood next to the table as the Maitre'd left. Jerry was looking at the menu, he looked up, then looked back down at the menu. Then his head snapped up and he literally said, "Holy Shit".