John's Wife Needed Money

Obviously this is completely fictional, based on no real-life people. Any resemblance to anyone who actually exists is due solely to human behavior being somewhat predictable.

Also, you are hereby officially warned that this is a story about a woman cuckolding her husband, told from the POV of the other man. This is very understandably not everyone's cup of tea. Nor is it really what they call "a stroker." It's just a story.

But if you're interested: Enjoy!

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"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm happily married."

"Happily married?" I replied. "I didn't know that was still possible."

"No," she laughed. "I found a good one."

I found her working at a high-end department store in New York City. A classically beautiful blue-eyed blonde turning into a brunette, the girl-next-door type, on the slender side but curvy enough to interest me. A little past her prime but not as far past it as I was. Whoever hired her knew exactly what they were doing. I hadn't gone in there to buy a luxury watch, especially not that particular brand, but as soon as I saw her at the counter I decided I might be willing to invest a few thousand dollars in a little jewelry.

"I hope someday a woman will say that about me," I told her. "What makes him a good one?"

"Everything. He's a loving, gentle man. He loves our children. He works hard. He's good at fixing things around the house. He doesn't quite do his share of the housework but he pitches in."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Well, good for him and too bad for me. I'll try to remember that. Do you get a commission on your sales here?"

"We're not supposed to discuss that with customers."

"That rule was made to be broken. It's not like I'm asking you to cheat on your husband."

"Well, of course we get a little."

"Show me your most expensive watch. I like to buy things from beautiful women."

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I went back to that store a few weeks later. Needless to say she remembered me.

"Mister Haver!" she smiled. "So good to see you again."

"Because I'm so handsome? A lot of women say I'm much handsomer than I look."

"I'm sure they mean it. Are you interested in another watch?"

"I haven't previously appreciated this brand," I admitted, "but I haven't been able to forget how pretty you are, so as long as you're selling them I'll collect them. Are you still happily married?"

"Of course I am."

"Damn it. He better treat you right."

"He does."

"Well, then, show me your most expensive watch."

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The following month, I saw her again.

"These watches appear to be getting more expensive."

"We have brought in a higher level of inventory hoping you'd stop back by."

"You'd better tell your boss not to fire you then. To be honest, I have a hard time believing you're old enough to be married."

"Oh, stop it."

"You can't have been married long."

"Since I was nineteen."

"So, like, two or three years." She laughed at that, so I continued, "I wouldn't sell you alcohol."

"I'm nearly thirty!"

"Apparently you're not a woman to be trusted. How nearly thirty?"

"Twenty-eight. With two kids."

"No way. He must've cheated on you. Your husband might claim those kids are yours but with you having a body like that it's obvious they're another woman's."

"Are you going to buy a watch?"

"Apparently I have to or else you'll stop talking to me."

"Yes."

"Well, it's only a matter of time."

"Sir, if you insist on making bad puns, we'll have to ask you to leave."

"I apologize. Attempting to seduce another man's wife is one thing, but poor humor is inexcusable. Is this really the most expensive one you have?"

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Two months later.

"Mister Haver, we missed you last month."

"My watch budget has been a bit tight lately, but I had to see you again."

"Times are hard for everyone."

"You previously indicated that jokes like that were not permitted here."

"Well, sometimes I can be a naughty girl."

"How naughty?"

"Not that naughty," she laughed.

"How's the hubby?"

"Doing his best."

"If anything were to change, you'd know how to contact me."

"Like if we had a good watch for you?"

"Sure."

"We have your number on file."

"Good. Show me what I'm buying today."

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Six weeks later, my secretary told me "Esther from the watch counter" was on the line.

"Your name's Esther?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to misunderstand. I really do love my husband."

"He's an incredibly lucky man. A woman who looks like you should be shopping where you work and her man should be paying for it gratefully."

"No, there are so many pretty women and so few rich men."

"But you're not merely pretty. I've observed you in several different outfits. The word for you is 'hot.'"

"That's very flattering."

"So you know what I want. What do you want?"

"I was hoping you'd buy another watch. The commission...."

"To be honest, I don't like the watches. But I do like you. If we're willing to do each other favors, cutting out the middle-man could work out better for both of us."

"But... I mean, what exactly do you want? There are things I can't do...."

"Let's begin by meeting in person. This kind of discussion cannot take place over the telephone. When are you free?"

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A few days later we had lunch at a very small, very expensive restaurant, where she felt she would not be seen by anyone who knew her husband. She was obviously very nervous.

"How bad is your situation?" I asked her.

"It's just financial...."

"Well, that's the easiest thing for me to fix."

"Sometimes John has a hard time finding work. Since we got pregnant in high school, and neither of us came from money, we couldn't really go to college, so...."

"You said he does his best."

"Of course he does. But he hurt his back, so he's been on disability...."

"That doesn't pay well, does it?"

"Not enough. If not for the commissions from your purchases...."

"And you can't just tighten your belts?"

"Well, that's the thing...."

"You don't have to tell me. It's none of my business."

"No, but, well, our oldest has been sick. Very sick, actually. The bills...."

"Healthcare in this country is ridiculous."

"Exactly. And now we're also falling behind on our mortgage payments. It's getting really bad. I don't know what to do. I was just really hoping I could get you to buy another expensive watch. I don't have anything to offer. But... I don't know. I mean... what do you...?"

"Esther, I want your body. I need your body. But I don't want to take advantage of a situation like that. How much is the minimum you need?"

"This month?"

"Sure. Let's hope your man finds work soon."

"Is a thousand dollars too much?"

"Of course not. I lose more money than that when I sell the watches."

"You just sell them?"

"I don't want them. I just want to see you. And flirt with you. And hope that someday John will fuck up and I'll have a chance with you."

"But if you give me money, I mean, what do I...?"

"Nothing. If anything ever happens between us, I want it to be because you admire me and desire me, not because your family's suffering has reduced you to desperation."

"Oh, Mister Haver, I--"

"Would you please start calling me 'Chad?'"

"Yes, of course, Chad. I just appreciate this so much. I can't tell you."

"I'm glad. Your appreciation means much more to me than a thousand dollars. But as I don't customarily carry around that kind of cash, would you mind waiting here while I find an ATM?"

I gave her two thousand in an envelope. Outside the restaurant, but still inside the hotel where it was located, she embraced me, crying on my shoulder. I pulled her into a stairway where fewer people would see us until she could pull herself together.

"I'm only a man and you know men are stupid," I told her, holding her and petting her hair, "but your beauty affects me. I don't want you or your family to suffer when it's so easy for me to help."

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About three weeks later she called.

"Chad, I.... I'm so sorry...."

"I'm not. I miss you."

"It's an emergency. My son's in the hospital again...."

"Say no more. How much do you need and where can we meet?"

"I hate to be a charity case...."

"Then give me another hug when you see me. Maybe a little longer this time. I haven't stopped thinking about how good that felt."

"This is going to cost so much more than a hug. He needs surgery."

"I told you want to help you, not take advantage of you."

"But Chad, I'll never be able to repay you."

"Esther, if your feelings for me change, then we'll see what happens. Meanwhile, just let me enjoy the pleasure of helping a beautiful woman."

"Well, maybe my feelings are changing. I don't know. I'm so confused."

"I won't take advantage of that either. Just tell me how much you need."

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Less than a week after that, she called again, bawling into her phone.

"John demanded to know where I got the money. I told him the truth but he won't believe me. He says I'm a whore! Who gives a woman that much money for nothing?"

"No one pays a whore that much money either."

"That doesn't help right now."

"I'm sorry. Where are you? Do I hear traffic noise?"

"Yes, I'm about to get on a bus. He kicked me out. I don't have anyplace to go."

"You're welcome to come to my place but wouldn't you rather go to a relative's? Since he's so suspicious?"

"He's beyond suspicious. It's too late. I have to go to my mom's. I just wanted to let you know because we'll probably never see each other again and I appreciate everything you've--."

"Who won't? You and me?"

"Because my mom lives in Ohio. It's too far."

"You're riding a bus there? You can't drive?"

"We don't have a car."

"What about your kids?"

She completely broke down. For a long time I just listened to her crying.

"I mean, I can't take them from him by force," she eventually said.

"It sounds like you're looking at a divorce. The mother usually gets custody."

"But until then... and my son is still in the hospital... he hasn't even recovered consciousness.... They're afraid...."

"My god, Esther, you can't go all the way to Ohio right now."

"I know! But what can I do?"

"Come to my place for now. Or if you're uncomfortable with that, let me get you a hotel until you find a place."

"But I can't afford a place!"

"Well, I can."

"But why would you...?"

"Isn't it obvious? I've loved you from the moment I first saw you. I just want to help you. I know you don't have feelings for me, and I don't expect anything in return, just let me--"

"But maybe I do have feelings for you...."

"Maybe, but you're going through too much right now to think through something like that. Let's just get you a place. Don't get on that bus. I'm coming to pick you up."

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I put her up in a hotel near her son's hospital. Meanwhile, since she was letting me pay her bills anyway, I persuaded her to quit her job to spend all her time with her son. If he never woke up, she would wish she'd been there the whole time, and if she felt she had to repay me, fine, we could work that out when she wasn't under so much stress.

So I didn't see much of her until a few weeks after her son woke up.

By then John was begging her to go back to him, saying the kids needed her. He wanted to try to save their marriage. He probably could've found a woman to do his housework for him but I guess he'd figured out that a man like him didn't deserve a woman like Esther. He certainly wasn't going to get another one, anyway. He would either have to settle for what a man like him could pull on the dating market or forgive a little affair.

Which, ironically, hadn't even actually taken place yet unless a few hugs constitute marital infidelity. If his wife was a whore, she was the most successful whore of all time, making several thousand dollars per hug.

"What should I do?" she asked me one morning about a month later when her husband believed she was looking for work. We were having brunch at a restaurant near my office. "I'm completely dependent on you. It's not like John and I can start paying these bills."

"At some point you'll have to declare bankruptcy. But I don't actually know what that will entail."

"Aren't you in finance?"

"Not that kind of finance. You'll need a lawyer. I don't know, maybe an accountant."

"None of that is free, is it? How do people get by in this country?"

"Most people aren't, I guess. Or just barely."

"What is going to happen to me if you stop having feelings for me?"

"That's not going to be a problem."

"But how long are your feelings realistically going to last? Especially if we never... you know?"

"What about your feelings?"

"I don't love John anymore, Chad. I mean, I do love him, but not romantically. He says I'm a whore but he's a good man and an amazing father. I appreciate him. I want our kids to grow up living with both of us taking care of them. He's not abusive, he's a great role model in most ways. And we have history going back years. We grew up together. Our parents know each other. But I just don't want to sleep with him anymore. I guess I will have to sometimes if I go back to him, but I want to be with you."

"I understand. What's best for your kids is the most important thing."

"So what should I do?"

"Can I talk to him?"

"You want to talk to John?"

"I recommend honesty. But maybe I can say some things more easily than you can."

"No, Chad. Honesty is a terrible idea."

"Do you have a better one?"

"Maybe. I mean, as long as you do have feelings for me, maybe I could work for you?"

"Our firm is not--"

"Not for your firm. For you."

"In what capacity?"

"Like a personal assistant? Is that possible? John already sees me as a whore. But it's not really... because it is based on feelings, right? It's really just a way of covering up an affair."

"Do you really have feelings for me like that?"

"Chad, love is not a strong enough word for how I feel. You've been unbelievable to me. No matter what happens, I'm going to be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I want to do anything you want me to do."

"I'm so happy to hear that. I've needed to hear that so badly."

"If not for my children... or if John weren't such a good father...."

"I understand."

"But I love you, Chad. I will do anything for you. Anything. John doesn't have to know."

"But don't say 'anything.'"

"Anything."

"Not 'anything.'"

"Chad, anything. I mean it. What do you want? I will do things for you that I've never done for John or any other man."

"Esther, you don't have to do this, but if I could have anything...."

"Please tell me, Chad."

"Again, you don't have to do this, but what I want most is a baby. I want to see a baby that is you and me put together. Will you do that for me?"

"But are you asking me to leave John?"

"No. If you prefer to deceive him, then let him think he's the father."

"I mean, okay, yes, I would definitely do that for you, but it costs so much money! Will you take care of us? Financially, I mean?"

"Of course. I'll set up a trust fund so you won't even have to worry about me changing my mind."

"And you'll never tell John?"

"Of course not. Why would I do that?"

"Oh, God, Chad, it's actually such a good idea. I can't believe I didn't think of it! Yes, let's do it! I want have a baby for you!"

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I persuaded a friend to hire her as a high-end jewelry salesperson. Arguably she was even qualified, and she worked hard to learn about the industry and become a legit employee.

But by an amazing coincidence, she had to take business trips every time she was ovulating. John couldn't complain because he probably had no idea what "ovulating" meant and she earned amazing commissions on these trips. This worked out much better for me than the shitty watches I'd started out buying from her and selling at a loss because now I was buying high quality jewelry that I could give to women I liked.

Luckily for me, it took us quite a few tries to get the job done. She'd always wanted to see Europe, so I took her to Paris, Rome, London, Vienna, Madrid, Florence, Venice.... I couldn't buy her material gifts so I always got us the best hotel suites available, took her to the finest restaurants. When she got back, she'd always bang John a bit to make sure he wouldn't suspect anything when the baby came.

It was in Amsterdam that we finally got her done. She'd started taking fertility drugs, afraid of what would happen if I tired of her before she gave me a baby.

She always arrived a day early to enjoy the luxurious spa treatments and prepare herself for me. I'd have a suitcase of clothing and accessories waiting for her--things too expensive for her to risk having in her home.

She met me in the lobby of our hotel, as beautiful as ever. But of course when you haven't seen a lover for three weeks, she always looks even better.

She'd been sitting in the café area and got up to greet me when she saw me coming.

"Hey, hot stuff," I grinned, embracing and kissing her, whispering in her ear, "I've missed your body so much. Are you ready for me?"

"I love you, Chad," she'd answer. "Come upstairs and put your baby in me."

We instructed the butler to make sure no one interrupted us and as soon as he left the room we started fucking. We had our routine worked out by then. She knew what I wanted.

First, she gave me a slow strip-tease, dancing for me as I watched from the sofa, showing off new lingerie she'd bought for me.

Then, naked, she took my clothes off, kissing my dick as soon as she saw it.

"There it is," she smiled. "I've missed your cock so much, Chad. I can't wait to have this beast inside me again."

"Lube it up, gorgeous. I'm ready to blow."

"I can tell!"

I sat back on the sofa and she climbed aboard, gasping as she slid herself onto me.

"How are you so tight after two kids?" I marveled.

"Kegels!" she laughed, riding. "I do them whenever I think of you, which is all the time now."

"You must be doing them right because your pussy feels amazing."

"I'm glad you like it. Your cock is so thick. I never really knew what it felt like to be filled up until you."

"Forget everyone else now," I told her, rolling over so that I was on top, in command. "I want you thinking about me."

"Oh, fuck, yes, Chad!" she moaned as I started pounding her. "Fuck me!"

"I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me! I want it!"

"Look at me! We're doing it! Here's our baby!"

I crammed myself inside her and she pushed herself up for it and we looked into each other's eyes as my sperm shot into her fertile womb.

"Don't stop!" she urged, holding me inside her with her ankles behind my ass. "Cum! I want every drop of it!"

I stayed inside her as long as I could, but when I slid out I sat back up on the sofa and she raised her knees.

"So fucking good," I told her. "Maybe that was our baby."

"Oh, god, Chad," she sighed. "I needed that. Not just for the baby. It feels so good to just get fucked sometimes. You should see yourself when you cum. You're like a animal just rutting in me. So powerful. Makes me feel like a woman just getting taken. Feels so good."

After a nap we had lunch followed by a couple's massage. We went back to our room and played with a vibrator until she came. By then my balls were full again so we shot another load of my baby juice as deep into her as we could get it, cumming together, looking into each other's eyes with the hope that we were making our baby at that very moment.