Hot Wife Hooker

Since my beautiful wife Rachel’s libido had been reawakened by our friends Chris and Emma, our sex lives have gone into orbit. We’ve enjoyed threesomes and foursomes, both realised we’re bisexual and the best part of all, our one to one lovemaking is the best it’s ever been. The adventures with Chris and Emma have been a revelation, but only really a small part of our lives. I have to admit, I’ve suggested visiting a swingers club to Rach but she has always said “Steve, I don’t really want to fuck a stranger. It’s OK with Chris because he’s a friend but, you know…”

I did know and I felt the same. But I did wonder how we’d develop our burgeoning sex life further. One day, Rach and I were lying next to each other on our bed having just enjoyed some deep, passionate sex. We both enjoy the relaxing afterglow of an energetic session almost as much as the sex itself. It’s also when we talk about our filthiest thoughts and ideas, like when we very first decided to get Chris and then Emma involved in our fun.

Rach was stroking my cheek, my arm was around her shoulders and we were nestled into each other lovingly. “Steve, Honey,” she started. We’ve been married long enough for me to know when she starts a sentence with that, she wants to run an idea past me. It could be a new carpet for the lounge or a foreign holiday. Or maybe something more interesting…

“Yes Baby?” I replied. She continued “You remember you asked me if I wanted to visit a swingers club and I said no?” I nodded and Rachel smiled, saying “well, I still don’t want to but I got to thinking something else instead.” I looked at her quizzically but said nothing. “Remember you used to tease me about visiting prostitutes before we started to make love again?” I grinned and said “Well, as I remember, that was your idea, but yes, I did tease you a bit! Go on.” Rachel looked a bit uncomfortable but continued anyway. “Promise you won’t be mad?” I smiled and said “Honey, I could never be mad at you!” She puffed out her cheeks as if to say ‘Yeah, right!’ then she said “Well, I want to be a prostitute for one night!”

Pardon me? I was taken aback by this but tried to control my feelings. Wasn’t it one of Rachel’s crazy ideas that had reignited our love-life? Images of street-walkers flashed into my mind with men cruising in their cars looking for a quick, cheap fuck. Rachel read my mind and said “Not like a cheap street hooker, I mean like an escort, you know, high-class like for a wealthy guy.” I knew it wasn’t anything to do with money. We were doing very nicely, thank-you, what with my business being very successful. No, this was about the thrill of doing something crazy, dirty, outrageous. I had composed myself now and said “OK, you’ve obviously given this some thought, how would you see it going?” Rachel laughed and said “Given it some thought. Hmm, you could say that. I had a dream the other night where I was a hooker working a hotel in town. A stranger picked me up, paid me three hundred pounds and took me back to his room. He fucked me senseless then sent me on my way! I woke up and I swear the bedsheets were wet between my thighs. After you’d gone to work and the kids were at school, I went back to bed and made myself cum twice reliving the dream in my mind.”

I’ve come to believe a woman’s libido is a bit like a waterfall. Rachel’s libido ‘river’ was dammed for a while, but now the dam was breached, the water flowed and it had become like Niagara Falls, an unstoppable torrent of sexual desire and I was struggling to keep up with it! Sorry for the tortured metaphor, but it’s the only way I can describe the change that has taken place with my lovely wife over the last year.

“Wow, you’re such a beautiful little slut!” I said, patronisingly. Rachel punched my arm playfully, knowing I was filling, not really knowing what to say. “Come on, Baby,” she said, “you have fantasies too. Don’t poke fun at mine!” Busted! “Sorry Babe, you’re right. I didn’t mean to be horrible, even though I do think you’re a beautiful little slut!” Ouch! She punched me harder this time. “But I’ll tell you one thing,” I continued. Rachel raised her eyebrows. “If you’re gonna be a hooker, I’m gonna be your pimp!” We laughed and cuddled some more and we agreed to both think about it.

Typically, it was Rachel that raised the subject again. We were out for a drink one Friday night and she suggested we got to the bar in a swanky hotel in town that we’d been to a few times. I immediately knew what she was thinking of and that this was a kind of reconnaissance trip. We found a nice corner table away from curious ears and ordered our drinks. The waiter brought them over quickly and we sat for a few moments, enjoying the piano music that was being played live by a chap in full evening wear. Rachel motioned to the bar. “See that guy on his own? I reckon he’s a horny businessman hoping to get lucky tonight.” I nodded, especially because I’d stayed in hotels like this many times, both on my own and with colleagues. I also knew one or two of those colleagues took women back to their rooms some nights and thinking about it, they were probably hookers.

“Reckon you could pull him?” I asked. Rach looked at me as if to say ‘Is the Pope a Catholic?’ Of course she could pull him, or any other straight guy in the bar. Rachel was now 33 and in her sexual prime. She looked more beautiful than ever and when she glammed up for an evening out, I wasn’t the only man that couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Piece of cake!” she replied. She pulled her top down a bit and revealed her cleavage. She batted her eyes and said “Ooh, I’d love a drink, thank-you. I bet you have a mini-bar in your room too?” Shit, he wouldn’t have stood a chance! “Ok, ok, I get it,” I said. “When do you want to do this?” Rach giggled and said “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” I smiled and said “Rach, you know I’d do anything for you. Then you could tell me all about it and we’d relive it, just you and me.”

Rachel then suddenly looked horrified. “Oh my God, no, I wouldn’t do it without you being there!” and she shook her head vigorously. I scratched my head and tried to imagine a scenario where I could be included. “How in hell would we manage that?” The waiter appeared and I nodded at him, so he disappeared to fetch us another round. I could see the cogs turning in Rachel’s devious mind. “Hmm, well I have an idea about that,” she said, teasingly. I remained silent to encourage her to continue. She started to speak but broke off as the waiter returned with fresh drinks. When he wandered off, she spoke again. “I reckon if I propose a ‘date’ with the guy we choose for £500 then offer him a discount if he lets my ‘friend’ film us for my ‘website’, that might work?” I nodded and said “I take it I’m the ‘friend’. Hmm, that actually sounds quite horny!” “Yes,” said Rachel, “and you could use that expensive digital video camera you bought but never use!”

I ignored the barbed comment about the video camera and tried to imagine myself in this scenario. I’m at a bar and a beautiful girl persuades me to take her back to my room for a fee. If I allow us to be filmed it would be cheaper. Hmm, I wasn’t convinced and Rachel sensed my doubts. “Yeah, I know, it’s a bit far-fetched, but there’s one certain way to find out if it would work. Let’s try it here one night next week when there’ll be lots of businessmen staying. The staff know you and I are a local married couple, they wouldn’t suspect a thing. You could be sat by me at the bar, camera in your briefcase and if we get lucky, bingo!” Damn, she had thought this through! We finished our drinks and decided an early night would be a good idea. As always when we’d been talking about the sexy adventures we’d had, or were planning to have, the sex we had that night was amazing. I’d always wanted to film us having sex but Rachel had always been reticent, probably worrying that the kids might stumble across it somehow. Now she was suggesting I film her fucking a stranger who had paid her for sex in a hotel room! Jesus, my wife really had become a different person. As always, Rachel read my mind. Even though we hadn’t mentioned the subject while we were making love, when we were lying together enjoying the afterglow, she piped up “Besides, if it doesn’t go as planned or we both hate it, you can just delete the video and we’ll go back to fucking Chris and Emma!”

It was settled then. We decided to try and carry out our plan on Wednesday evening. Rach organised her Mum to have the kids and we told her it would be a late one as it was a work event I couldn’t get out of. We didn’t like lying to her, but we could hardly tell her what we were really up to, could we?

Rachel was already dressed when I got home on Wednesday evening. I said goodbye to the kids as they left with Grandma and headed upstairs for a shower. Rach finished getting ready and when I’d finished dressing, I came downstairs and she was standing in the hall. She turned to me and she took my breath away. She looked absolutely stunning, dressed in a deep blue jewelled top, the tightest black skirt in her wardrobe and her make-up was done to perfection. She’d managed to achieve a look that was sexy, sophisticated and horny as fuck! I confess I got a hard-on just imagining what the lucky guy she chose was going to experience. With a bit of luck, I would experience it too!

We headed to the hotel with high hopes and we giggled nervously at each other’s lame jokes. Walking in to the hotel lounge at around 8.30pm, we were pleased to see it was busy but not packed out. It was a typical mid-week crowd and I hoped there wouldn’t be anyone there we recognised. We sat at the bar and made a point of holding hands and being seen as a couple. We needn’t have worried. The waiter from last week was tending the bar and he smiled his recognition at us, saying “Two G&T’s?” I nodded and he mixed our gin and tonics as I kissed Rachel’s cheek. I had my hand on her knee and I could feel her shaking a little, so cute! We’d decided that after our first drink, I’d slip away quietly, leaving Rachel alone. I saw a nice-looking chap enter the bar from the lift and he looked like just the type of person that Rach would go for. I slid off the bar stool and headed for the gent’s toilet figuring that if Rachel was going to get hit on, it wouldn’t take long. I returned to find her deep in conversation with the man I’d spotted, so I sat back at the bar with my back to Rachel and chatted to the barman about nothing in particular. I was trying to listen to what Rachel and her prospective ‘client’ were talking about and when I heard her giggle her infectious giggle, I knew she was going to ensnare him. It was difficult to try and look detached, but the guy was so mesmerised by Rachel, he wouldn’t have noticed if the Queen had entered the bar and sat next to him. I did feel a pang of jealousy when I realised his hand was on her thigh, but quickly dismissed it, knowing Rachel would only take this forward if I was involved.

I was pretending to be busy, looking at something on my phone when Rachel span her chair towards me. Making sure the bartender was out of earshot, she said “Steve, this is Neil and he’s up for some fun with me and is OK with you filming it for my website. Shall we go?” I nodded and settled up for the drinks. The three of us walked back to the lifts and I said hello to Neil properly, shaking his hand. “Um, look, I never do this, you know, but Rachel is just so hot. I don’t want you to, you know, think…” I interrupted him and said “Mate, don’t worry, I don’t think anything. I’ll film you guys having fun, no faces if you don’t want, I’m completely discreet, it’s what I do,” trying to sound like I’ve done this many times before. He didn’t suspect. He just had a boner for Rachel and wanted to get on with it. Rachel had asked me to film everything, including when he paid her. She’s so bad! I had the camera ready to go, so I walked into the room first and turned it on, pointing it at Neil as he fumbled with his wallet. Rachel said “We agreed £300,” in a formal way and Neil handed her a pile of bills which she counted. She smiled, handed me the cash, then turned back to Neil and said “What are you into, Honey?” I was already semi-hard watching them and felt like a bit of a wallflower. Neil, however, didn’t seem too bothered. On the way up to the room, he’d told me he was single and wasn’t worried if his face was visible in the video, as long as got to keep a copy. I was trying my best to capture everything as it unfolded. “I’d love you to do a striptease for me Rachel,” he asked. I thought to myself, what a great way to start and watched with almost as much anticipation as Neil when Rachel started to writhe and wiggle in front of him, sexily removing first her top, then her tight skirt and finally her stockings. Down to just her pretty underwear now, she moved towards Neil who was sat on the edge of the bed. She straddled his legs and started to ruffle his hair and unbutton his shirt. Neil’s hands started to explore my wife’s awesome body and he kept letting out little sighs of “Oh my God” and “So fucking lovely”. Rach reached behind her back an unclasped her bra, revealing her superb big breasts and Neil made a grab for them eagerly. He started to lick and nibble Rachel’s nipples, making them stand proud and Rachel squeaked her approval.

By this time, my cock was trying to escape from my trousers, throbbing hard and stretching my boxer shorts. I was capturing this show on film and it was honestly one of the horniest things we’d ever done. Rachel had removed Neil’s shirt then she eased herself off his lap so she could free him from his trousers. His shorts came down too as she pulled them off him, revealing his fully erect cock. I was happy to see he wasn’t as big as me, but that was just my ego taking over. It was a decent size and I had no doubt that Rachel was going to enjoy it. Neil was now completely naked so Rachel divested herself of her thong and was now also naked apart from her heels. She squatted in front of Neil and started to jerk his cock slowly. I moved around to the side of the bed so I could capture her open legs as well as the handjob she was giving him. When Rachel pulled his foreskin right back and started to flick Neil’s knob with one of her hard nipples, he suddenly shouted “Oh Fuck!” and I saw cum dribbling out of his cock. The poor guy couldn’t hold back and I hoped he wasn’t a one-shot wonder or the evening would be over very quickly!

Rachel giggled and said “Oh my, that was quick. I hope you have some more for me,” as she ran his cock head over her naked breast, tracing it with Neil’s cum. Neil was gasping for breath and said “Fuck, sorry Rachel, but you’re too damn hot!” It’s funny how different men cum in different ways. Chris and I both shoot cum really hard but Neil’s cum just kind of oozed out. There was a lot of it though, and it seemed to take him longer than me to cum completely. It flowed out of his throbbing cock for a long time, and when Rachel moved back, her breasts were just as sticky with cum as when I’d fired a load over her. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to kiss and lick her breasts right now and Neil must have thought the same as he leant forward to lick Rachel’s nipples and taste his own cum. “Ooh, that’s kinky!” squeaked Rachel. She ran a finger over her own nipple then pushed it into her mouth to taste it too. I wonder if it tasted different to mine or Chris’s?

“It won’t take me long to get hard again,” said Neil. Rachel clapped her hands together and said “Perfect, now lye on your back and relax. I think you’ll like this!” Neil did as he was told and Rachel climbed onto the bed, straddling his head and facing me. She lowered her pussy onto Neil’s face and I heard him sigh again. Judging by the look of bliss on Rachel’s face, he was starting to use his tongue on her pussy and he was gripping her ass cheeks as he feasted. My cock had almost exploded in my pants watching these two at it. I moved around so the camera could capture Neil’s tongue in action and I have to admit, he was doing a pretty good job. I knew he was going to make Rachel cum in this position as she loved to grind her pussy into mine or Chris’s face and never lasted long. She leant right forward to take Neil’s twitching cock into her mouth, so I moved around to get a good view of them 69ing. He let out another deep sigh as his cock slid into my wife’s mouth and she took him in as deep as she could before bobbing her head up and down, getting him good and hard again. I have to confess, I was now filming one-handed, my other hand was inside my shorts stroking myself. Rachel saw what I was doing and lifted her head, freeing Neil’s cock from her mouth. She kept stroking him slowly with one hand as she ground her pussy onto his face. With her other hand, she reached out to me and slowly unzipped my flies. With my free hand, I pulled my swollen dick out from my shorts and Rachel grabbed it. She now had a rock-hard cock in each hand and a huge smile on her face. She pulled me closer to her and, still massaging Neil’s cock, took mine into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Jesus! If Neil had cum quickly earlier, I matched him and shot my load immediately. Rachel swallowed it all and I caught it on film. As she pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked her lips, she put her finger to her lips in a ‘shhh’ way, like we shouldn’t tell Neil what we’d done. He couldn’t see as he had a face full of my wife’s pussy at the time. That part might be extracted from the final edit!

Rachel then went back to sucking Neil’s cock again and it wasn’t long before she let out a shriek as his tongue finished the job and made her cum. I had moved so I could see her pussy contracting and oozing juice down her thighs and onto Neil’s face. “Mmm, baby, you’re pretty damn good at that!” she said, as she climbed off him. Neil lay there for a second, with a Cheshire-cat grin on his face. I filmed Rachel’s sexy ass as she wiggled into the bathroom then paused the filming for a moment. I’d already zipped up and Neil had no idea that I’d just got a great blowjob while he was licking Rachel’s pussy. “Fuck, she’s a hot bitch!” breathed Neil as Rachel closed the door behind her. I smiled and nodded my agreement, thinking he didn’t know the half of it.

Rachel reappeared from the bathroom and said to Neil “Mmm, I see you’re ready for more. Gonna fuck me, big boy?” She retrieved her handbag and quickly found a condom. She opened it and surprised me by slipping it into her mouth, then using her lips and tongue to roll it onto Neil’s hard cock. Rachel was really getting into this roleplay, loving the idea of being a tart for the night. Once the condom was rolled fully down, she got onto the bed and squatted above Neil before lowering herself down onto his rod. They both let out another sigh as his hard cock penetrated Rachel’s soaking pussy and I captured the amazing sight on film. Rachel has been going to the gym a lot recently and I was admiring her squats as she bounced up and down. I know it’s easier to do on a bed than on the floor, but it was an impressive feat nevertheless. Neil seemed to be enjoying it too! He now had his hands under her ass cheeks and was helping control the rhythm, letting her smash down onto him on each downward squat. I know my Rachel and could tell she was getting carried away. Her eyes went glassy and her head lolled backwards and I could tell she was having one of her silent orgasms. She bit her lip and kept squatting through the spasms until eventually, she slowed down and said “Fuck me from behind Neil,” and lifted off him, turning to face me as she got on her knees.

Neil shuffled up behind her and gave her ass a little smack as he held his cock up to her slit. He pushed in firmly and sighed and I moved around to capture the sight of his cock sliding in-between my wife’s firm ass cheeks. When I watch porn, which I don’t actually do much these days, this is the position I love to see. With good camerawork, you get to see the girl’s tight asshole and ass cheeks, as well as her soaking pussy as it’s being plundered by a hard cock. What’s not to like? I was starting to think Neil was doing well to last out as long as he was when I heard him start to moan loudly. “I’m gonna fucking cum again!” he half shouted and Rachel reached her hand through her legs to grab Neil’s testicles, squeezing them gently as he shouted “FUCK” and came hard, no doubt oozing his load into the condom. He kept thrusting as he came and I got a great shot as Rachel came again, her pussy lips convulsing on Neil’s throbbing cock. He didn’t stop thrusting and I was quite surprised how long he kept going when he let out another “Fuck!” as he must have cum a second time. Wow, he was a dark horse indeed.

Rachel slumped forward, breathing hard. Neil’s cock flopped out of her pussy and looked ludicrous with the cum-filled condom hanging from it. Rach looked wasted and was breathing hard and Neil slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom, no doubt to remove the condom and clean up a bit. I put the camera down and reached down to kiss Rachel and she kissed me back with a fervour that took me by surprise. I wanted to make love to her then and there but we didn’t want to ruin the scenario. Instead, she jumped off the bed and wrapped a big towel around herself. When Neil came out of the bathroom, Rachel said “How was that for you, Honey?” He nodded, smiled and said “Fucking amazing, since you ask!” We all laughed and Neil said “Steve, don’t you get horny filming this?” I nodded and said “Don’t worry, I’ll probably get home later and fuck my wife senseless!” Rachel grinned and said “Lucky cow!”

While Rachel was showering and dressing, Neil asked me how it works with the video I’d made. I waffled a reply like I knew what I was talking about. “Oh, I’ll edit it, tidy it up and then if Rach likes it, we’ll upload the full video plus a few teaser clips to her website. Give me your email address and I’ll send you a copy.” Neil smiled and wrote his email address on the hotel notepad, tore off the page and handed it to me. “I can blur your eyes when I edit it if you like. I might do the same to Rachel’s if she wants me too. You know how it is, discretion is important.” Neil nodded and said “Yeah, I thought about that after I said I don’t mind. I mean, what if a member of my family ever sees it?” I assured him he needn’t worry. I knew I actually could do this in the edit as I’d videoed one of the kid’s school plays once and one or two of the parents didn’t want their kids to be recognised. It’s really very easy to do with the software I got with the camera. It also meant that this stranger who we’d probably never meet again would only own a copy of a video of him fucking a hot, anonymous woman. Perfect!

We left his room soon after with Rachel restored to her former beauty. It was 11.30pm so we decided we’d have a quick nightcap before calling a cab. We sat at the bar and the familiar bartender came over. “Two brandies, please,” I said and he quickly poured them for us. Rachel and I clinked our glasses together and I whispered “Here’s to our new careers, hooker and cameraman!”

When we got home, Rachel’s Mum asked us how our evening went. Rachel replied “I really enjoyed it, thanks. It wasn’t too unbearable, was it, Honey?” she said in my direction. I smiled and said “No, it was one of the better nights actually. I wouldn’t mind betting we’ll do it again!” Rach nodded her head and said “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Mum left and we went to bed after a quick check on the children. Once we were in bed and cuddling off to sleep, Rachel whispered to me “I’m really tired now, but tomorrow, I’m going to ravage you!” I chuckled “Yeah, I’m shattered too but now I’m looking forward to tomorrow!”

“One more thing,” Rachel said teasingly. “What’s that, Babe?” I asked.

“How about the next time we do that, we pick up a woman?  You play the escort and I’ll do the filming!”

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