Never in my life had I ever cheated on anyone I had dated.  Screwing Kelly while Abigail watched didn't really bother me because of the close relationship Kelly and I had.  Besides, I thought it was just a phase she was going through.  To this day I can't really explain why I lost control at Abigail's bachelorette party, but I do know that afterward I felt ashamed.  I felt like a piece of shit unworthy of marrying anybody.  Only because I got caught up in the blessed moment of our wedding day did I temporarily forget about the events of two nights before.  Abigail surely didn't care.  In just the first month of our marriage, she watched the videotape of her party countless times.  And she would always attack me sexually afterward. 

We couldn't go out to dinner, shopping or anywhere without her saying "Look, there's one, babe.  How about her?" 

After several unsuccessful attempts to "set me up" with another woman, Abigail broke down to a serious stretch of interpreting our wedding vows. 

"Babe, when we got married I promised to be faithful to you,"  I said.  "Or have you forgotten our vows?" 

"It seems that YOU are the one whose forgotten our vows," Abigail accused.  "You promised to HONOR and OBEY me and you don't seem to be doing a very good job of it.  Besides, it's not cheating if I'm there with you." 

That's the way all our little discussions ended. 

We finally began settling into married life about two months after the wedding.  Abigail was on summer vacation from teaching, but she kept busy by coaching at a local area gymnastics camp. 

One late Friday afternoon in August Abigail called me to tell me her car had broken down and was towed to a garage.  She told me she would need a ride and gave me the address.  We live in a nice neighborhood of a large metropolitan area.  The address she gave me was two cities away in a sleazy part of the state capitol.  Way back when, this area used to be a nice neighborhood, but now it was known for its sleazy bars, prostitutes and drug dealers.  Abigail hung up the phone before I could ask her what the hell she was doing in that part of town. 

I was working out of the office that day and it took me almost 20 minutes to get to the exact spot where she said she'd be.  I felt like a potential "john" as several prostitutes came to my car window.  I was stopped in front of a little liquor store when what was probably prostitute number seven approached my car. 

"Hey, mista, howz 'bout a date?"  The prostitute said with a thick eastern United States accent. 

"No, thank you," I said as I looked up and down both sides of the street for any sign of my wife. 

"C'mon, mista, I just woke up,"  She explained.  "You'll be my fust custuma of da' day." 

"Sorry, sweetheart,"  I said.  "I'm not interested." 

I finally spotted a petite blonde walking my way, but as she came closer I realized she wasn't Abigail.  I was really getting restless, but I didn't dare get out of the car in such a screwed up neighborhood. 

"Well, if ya ain't interested, watcha doin' on dis street?"  She asked. 

"I'm looking for my wife,"  I answered. 

"Hey!  I'll be ya wife!"  She exclaimed. 

"Not A wife. . .MY wife,"  I explained. 

"Oh, yeah?  Well, hundred bucks says I'm betta dan ya wife,"  She said proudly. 

I laughed and looked out the passenger side window to get my first glimpse of this prostitute.  She was relatively short and wore a red and white striped cotton shirt.  It was snug and you could see the outline of small, but perky titties.  The tail of the shirt was tied at the bottom, exposing her sexy navel.  She also wore a white, micro-mini skirt that hugged a set of thick thighs.  She noticed that I was looking and she turned around to give me a hind view.  Her skirt struggled to contain a sweet bubble butt.  I could only see from her neck to her knees, but  I had to admit that what I saw was pretty impressive.  She must have seen my eyes widen when I saw her body. 

"Oohhhh, so ya like dis package, eh?"  She asked with a seductive giggle. 

I didn't answer, I just looked away. 

"Hey, mista, check dis out,"  She said.  I couldn't help but look as she swung a leg in the air and rested it on my car.  She lifted up the front of her skirt to reveal a pair of red thong bikini panties which she pulled aside to show me her pussy.  She had a thin strip of blonde hair leading to her vulva.  She had a set of bright pink, pussy lips and I could see her cunt was swollen with horniness.  She slowly ran two fingers across her pussy and I must have let out a low moan when one of her fingers disappeared into her slit. 

"Aw, c'mon, mista.  Pleeeaaase,"  She pleaded as she slowly fingered herself.  "I ain't had no dick all day and I'm ho'ny." 

She withdrew her fingers and turned around.  When she bent over, her skirt rode up her ass to expose the bottom of her creamy, white butt cheeks.  For a small woman, she had a pretty healthy helping of ass.  From the back view, I also noticed she had long platinum blonde hair that was tightly curled in spirals.  The typical Prostitute Hairstyle.  (At least from what I'd seen on television.) 

"Hey, mista. . .ya like dis ass?"  She asked.  "Wanna betta look?" 

As she said this, she lifted her ass to the window and pulled up her skirt.  WOW!!!  SHE HAD A GORGEOUS ASS!!!  I saw the most perfect bubble butt with a sweet matching set of white butt cheeks and an appetizing crack splitting them down the middle.  I began salivating like Pavlov's dog.  I couldn't help but stare at her ass.  The sight of her made me forget that I was there to look for my wife.  This whore had the nicest ass I had ever seen, except for my wife's of course. In fact, her creamy white ass reminded of my wife's ass.  She was built just like her only a little taller.  The same flat tummy, the same thick thighs, the same small, but perky titties.  I studied her ass for a long time, mesmerized by the sight.  She even had the same light brown colored birthmark at the top of her left butt cheek. . .just like my wife.  Just like my wife?  I know there must be millions of petite platinum blondes in this world built like my wife, but how many have the SAME BIRTHMARK in the SAME LOCATION?  Physically, this whore was the spitting image of MY WIFE!  My mind starting racing at a million miles an hour.  No way, I thought!  There's absolutely no way! 

"Hey, you,"  I said.  "Turn around.  Let me see your face." 

"What fo'?"  She asked. 

"Because I said so.  Now turn around,"  I demanded. 

The woman turned around and her face slowly came into view as she bent down and leaned in through the open window.  She had a set of full lips painted with a dark red shade of lipstick.  They looked like a perfect pair of cock sucking lips.  Slowly, her whole face came into view.  She had on a dark blush that was streaked on her cheeks.  She wore three colors of eye shadow - purple, yellow and red sprinkled with glitter - that ran across her eyelids and to the side of her face like warrior paint.   She also had on dark mascara that detracted from what looked like a beautiful pair of blue eyes.  This woman had on so much makeup that I could barely tell she had a milky white complexion.  She looked ridiculous, like a clown - or a whore.  As I studied her face, my jaw slowly gaped open as my eyebrows arched. 

"Babe?"  I mumbled. 

"Hey, mista, ya ain't got no right callin' me babe lessin' ya gonna buy my ass,"  She retorted. 

I shook my head in disbelief.  It finally dawned on me as I looked beyond the makeup, that I wasn't talking to a prostitute, but rather MY WIFE! 

"Baby!  What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood?!  And why the hell are you dressed like that?!"  I demanded to know. 

"Hey!  If ya ain't buyin' me, move ya ass outta da way and let me make some money!"  She yelled. 

I didn't know what else to say, I just sat there dumbfounded.  The next thing that shot into my mind was that my lovely wife had turned to prostitution.  Of course had I been thinking straight I would have realized how ridiculous that seemed.  I just couldn't understand why my wife was dressed like a whore and "working the streets" like a prostitute. 

"Well, buy me o' move ya ass!"  The "prostitute" yelled, snapping me out of my stupor. 

"I don't know what the hell you're doing, but get in the car and we'll talk about it later,"  I said. 

"What's wrong, mista?  Ah ya some kinda faggot o' what?"  She laughed.  "Dontcha like girls?" 

"Baby, I'm only gonna tell you one more time to get in this car!"  I said, losing my patience. 

"Listen, asshole!  My name ain't 'BABY,' it's MONA!"  She yelled.  "Now, I gotta make some money. . . so fuck off!" 

My wife -or Mona, then walked off. She put two fingers in her mouth and let out a loud whistle.  I looked in front of me and a silver Jaguar stopped.  My wife walked toward it, sticking out her firm little titties and shaking them.  I saw her lean in through the passenger side window and that's when I jumped out of my car. 

As I walked briskly to the Jaguar,  I heard her mention something about $50.  When I got there I saw the guy was trying to hand my wife a handful of bills. 

"Hey!  What the fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?!  She's my wife!"  I yelled at the john, but he just ignored me. 

"Hey, if ya ain't got no betta offa dan fifty bucks, fuck off!"  "Mona" snapped. 

I stood their stewing and staring at my wife, but I didn't move. 

"Ah right. . .sold ta the highest bidda,"  she smiled as she opened the car door. 

I quickly realized by the look I saw in her eyes that she was serious.  I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew by the way she set her jaw firmly that she wasn't playing.  I had to think quickly. 

"Wait!  Uh. . .I'll. . .uh. . .give you a hundred bucks,"  I said weakly.  I couldn't believe I was bidding against some john for my wife! I heard the john mumble something and "Mona" said "suit yaself" and closed the door. 

"Well, mista,"  She said with a smile.  "Ya just bought yaself da best piece o' ass in town." 

"Okay, baby,"  I said breathing a sigh of relief.  "Let's go home now." 

"Wait a minute,"  She said.  "I ain't goin' no place witcha 'til ya gives me a hundred bucks.  And we ain't goin' ta ya place." 

I stared at her trying to figure out if she was serious. 

"Aw, fuckit!  Hey, ya still got dat fifty bucks!"  She called out to the john in the Jaguar, who by now, was talking to another prostitute. 

Whatever was going on, she was adamant about it.  She pointed out a bank teller machine that was up the street and told me she would wait for me, but if I weren't back in 10 minutes, she'd sell herself to someone else.  I didn't think she would actually do it, but past experiences with her taught me never to call her bluff when she's in such a mind set. 

I withdrew the money and returned in about 5 minutes.  She instructed me to meet her at a hotel across the street and rent a room.  The clerk didn't even flinch when I rented the room.  I found out why when I scanned the parking lot and saw a few pretty expensive cars.  It was a sleazy motel where prostitutes went to consummate their business transactions. 

I felt uncomfortable, like a sleazy bastard or something, so I was relieved to finally get to the room door.  I was still a little ticked off, but "Mona" gave me a loving look and a wink that chased away my anger and made me laugh. 

Once inside, I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next, but I decided to give in and play along with her little game. 

"Look, I. . . uh, believe it or not, I've never done this before,"  I said innocently. 

"Oh, I believe ya,"  She said.  "Ya look nuvus.  Don't worry, honey, Mona won't hurtcha." 

She pointed to my wedding band and asked me if I was married.  When I told her I was, she asked if I had a picture of my wife and I showed her a wallet sized photo of our wedding picture. 

"WOW!  What a looka ya wife is!  Ya shu ah lucky!"  She said with a silly smile. 

"Oh, you think so do you?"  I asked.  I figured as long as we were playing a game, I would have a little fun.  "Well, I'm not very lucky.  My wife happens to be a little BITCH and one hell of a LOUSY LAY to boot.  Why do you think I'm here with you?" 

"Hey!  Dat's a real shitty ding ta say!"  She admonished. 

"Aw, who cares?  I only married the little bitch because she's rich,"  I retorted. 

"WHAT?!"  She snapped back with  her eyes nearly popping out of her head and her jaw dropping. 

I could tell she was furious and took me seriously.  So I gave her a little smile and winked. 

"Oh. . .OH! OKAY!"  She said smiling when she realized I was joking. 

Just then a devious thought flashed through my head.  Hmm, I thought, if you want to ACT like a whore, I'll TREAT you like a whore.  I handed her $100 and she smiled and turned her back to me as she shoved the money in her purse.  There was something about paying my whore wife for sex that made me feel sleazy and excited at the same time. 

Before she could turn back around I walked behind her, trapping her between me and a table that was in the room.  I untied her blouse and pulled it up.  When I felt her bare tits I grew more excited to discover she wasn't wearing a bra.  Rather than caressing her titties as I usually did, I grabbed them and squeezed roughly.  I watched as my fingers left pink and red traces on her milky white breast flesh. 

"Boy, ya don't waste no time do ya!"  She exclaimed.  She then moaned and whined when I began roughly pinching and pulling at her long, thick, rock hard nipples.  "Ow!  Hey, go easy." 

"What do you mean 'go easy?'" I said.  "I paid for you little ass, you whore, so just shut the fuck up!" 

Abigail loves whenever I get forceful and take whatever I want, so I knew she must have been getting wet when I heard her emit a low guttural moan.  I released her and backed up a few steps.  I kicked off my shoes and quickly got naked to the waist down, exposing my limp cock. 

"Come here,"  I said sharply.  "Get over here and suck my cock!  And you suck it good or I'm gonna beat your little ass, you fuckin' whore!" 

"Hey, uh. . .ain't ya got no rubba?"  She asked. 

"No, I ain't got no rubba,"  I said, mocking her accent.  "Now get over here and suck my cock!" 

"Well. I normally don't do dis, but ya looks like a nice enough fella,"  She said. 

"Mona" dropped and walked over to me on her knees.  She reached out a small hand, grabbed my cock and began slowly jerking me off.  She reached out with her tongue and began bathing my cockhead.  She followed that by licking the length of my hardening shaft.  Normally I enjoy having her suck my cock in such a manner, but I was feeling very impatient and I thrusted my hips forward, burying the full length of my semi hard cock in her mouth.  Abigail can't take my full length into her mouth when I'm hard, but otherwise she has no problem. 

I tangled my left hand in her tight spiral curls and started fucking her mouth.  She moaned and gagged as my big balls slapped against the silky smooth skin of her chin.  Fucking my wife's beautiful face and having her tongue work furiously on the underside of my shaft had me fully erect in about a minute.  Now that I was totally hard, she was gagging more frequently and her full lips painted with the whorish red lipstick were ovaled and stretched to the hilt as she tried to accommodate my thickness.  "Mona" tried to pull away from me, but I had a firm grasp of her hair which I yanked roughly.  I was so turned on that I pulled out so I wouldn't shoot my load.  My cock broke the suction of her lips with a loud "pop."  When I finally let go of her hair, "Mona" yanked her head away, coughed a couple of times and gasped loudly for air.  She looked at me with wide eyes, but then smiled. 

"Ooo, I see ya gots some spirit, eh?"  She said, panting. 

"Oh, fuck yeah I do,"  I said stroking my aching cock.  "And I'm gonna make sure you get it all." 

"Sounds good ta me,"  She said as she climbed on the bed that was next to us. 

"No, no, sweetheart,"  I said grabbing her by the hair and gently pulling her off the bed.  "A bed's to good for a filthy little whore like you.  Get the fuck down here!" 

I forced her down onto the carpet and held her face down.  I yanked up her skirt and she moaned excitedly when I ripped of her thong panties.  I had her on her knees with her beautiful ass sticking up in the air.  I knew she got mad at me one time when I smacked her hard on the ass, but I couldn't resist and I gave her a hard whack. 

"YEEEOOOW!!! HEY, YOU ASSHOLE!'  She screamed and popped her head up.  She temporarily lost her eastern accent. 

"Hey, what?" I asked innocently.  I saw she had composed herself. 

"Dat's gonna cost ya extra, muthafucka!"  She yelled. 

"Oh, yeah?  Is that right?"  I asked.  I pulled out all the bills I had in my pants pocket and threw them so they landed near her face.  "Here then, let me get my money's worth!" 

I smacked her hard about three or four more times and stopped when I heard her sniffling.  Her milky white ass cheeks had turned beet red and showed my hand prints.  I saw the insides of her thighs were glistening with cunt juice when I roughly parted them.  I rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down her plump pussy.  I knew she was as ready as I was, so I parted her cunt lips with my glans. 

"Open up and say ah, bitch.  Here I come,"  I said. 

I could feel my cock gently splitting her tight, wet pussy as I buried my full length in one slow thrust.  I felt "Mona's" cunt squeezing and relaxing against my cock while I fucked her with long, slow strokes. 

"Ooohhh, yeah, mista,"  "Mona" sighed while I fucked her doggy style.  "Ooooo, fuck me witcha big dick." 

Soon our moans and the sound of my thighs smacking "Mona's" hard ass filled the room as I fucked her harder.  When we quieted down long enough to catch our breath, I could hear the sound of my engorged cock squishing in and out of her tight, juicy snatch.  There was something perverted about paying a "prostitute" for sex (something I've never done) and fucking her in a sleazy motel that thrilled me to no end.  The atmosphere also heightened the sensation.  There was a musty smell coming from the room, like wet carpet that hadn't been cleaned in a while.  The really erotic smell though, came from "Mona."  I was used to smelling my wife's very expensive perfumes.  The fragrance "Mona" wore was overpowering and smelled like it cost $5 a gallon.  As if I weren't turned on enough, the cheap scent permeated my nostrils and had an aphrodesiatic affect on me, so I fucked her harder. 

"OOOHHH, GOD, YESSSSSS!  RIGHT THERE. . .RIGHT THERE!  OOOOO. . .FUCK ME GOOD, HONEYBABY!"  "Mona" screamed as my cock located one of her spots.  "OOOHHHH, HONEYBABY. . .DON'T STOP!" 

"Honeybaby" is one of my wife's pet names for me and hearing it snapped me out my sex induced stupor.  As crazy as it seemed, for a few minutes, I actually thought I was fucking a whore!  As I've said before, sex with my wife is without equal, but when I realized I was fucking my wife, it was somewhat of a letdown.  This made me feel extremely guilty and that really pissed me off, so I pulled out. 

"Wh-what are you doing, baby?  Put it back in!  Please!"  She pleaded.  She was no longer "Mona" the whore, but my loving wife Abigail.  I yanked her head up from the carpet by her shaggy blonde mane. 

"Look, you fuckin' whore!  Only my wife calls me 'honeybaby' you got that!"  I snapped, looking into her eyes.  "And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a little two-bit whore like you act like my wife!" 

Abigail's frightened look became one of lust as she smiled lewdly. 

"Oh, yeah, shu. . .shu, mista.  Sorry 'bout dat,"  She apologized, once again becoming "Mona."  I could see by the look in her eyes that she was turned on that I was playing the role of a john. 

I smacked her hard on the ass and ordered her on her back.  I grabbed her calves and spread her legs widely.  We groaned in unison when I reentered her and I resumed banging her hard right away.  "Mona's" ankles were near my ears and her knees were to her chest.  I looked at her face while we fucked.  Her rainbow of eye shadow was smudged a little where I had rubbed her face into the carpet while fucking her doggy style.  Her earlier tears (when I spanked her) had caused her mascara to run and dry in long black streaks on her cheeks.  Her dark red lipstick was smudged around her mouth from the earlier mouth-fucking I had given her.  Her face was a sleazy, disgusting mess, but the erotic sight had me out of control.  My balls made a loud plopping noise each time they smacked her ass as I intensified my furious pace. 

"OH, OH. . .GOD!  UNH. . .FUCK ME! UNH. . .HARDER. . .UNH. . .HARDER!"  "Mona" wailed.  "OOOOOHHHHH, GAWWWWWD,. . .UNH . . .UNH. . .FUCK Y-Y-YEAHHHH!!!" 

Within seconds, I was once again fucking "Mona, " instead of my wife. 

"TAKE IT ALL, BITCH!"  I panted.  "OH, FUCK. . .UNH. . . TAKE MY . . .UNH. . .FUCKIN' COCK!" 

I slowed down my thrusts but kept on slamming hard into her tight pussy.  Soon I stopped thrusting altogether because I could feel myself about to shoot my load.  I stared into "Mona's" eyes and she gave me a wicked look as she continually squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles. 

"Damn, you're a great little fuck!"  I said.  "You're a helluvalot better lay than my wife." 

"Damn right, mista.  I'm da best,"  She said with a wicked smile.  And what she said wasn't far from the truth.  Forbidden sex with a "prostitute" was strangely arousing. 

I ordered her on her hands and knees and she turned around, jutting her gorgeous ass in the air.  I positioned myself behind her and slowly slid my cock back into her dripping hole.  Within a few seconds I was once again slamming my cock into her tight pussy as my thighs smacked loudly against her muscular ass.  I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and used this method to slam her petite body back toward my thrusting cock. 

"OH, GAWD. . .UNH. . .OH, FUCK. . .UNH. . .OH, MY GAWD!!!"  Was all "Mona" could say.  "OOHHHHH, FUCK ME. . .UNH!!!" 

"OH, GOD, . . .UNH. . .YOU LITTLE WHORE!  FUCK YOUR. . .UNH. . .PUSSY'S SO TIGHT!"  I hissed through clenched teeth.  "SO. . .UNH. . .FUCKIN' TIGHT!!! 

As I fucked her mercilessly, I reached around and roughly yanked one of her nipples.  I alternated between one then the other and she moaned louder each time.  She offered me an even better target of her pussy when she lowered herself on her elbows.  I realized what she had in mind when I saw one of her hands disappear under her torso.  She stopped pushing back against me and her moans grew even louder as she rubbed her clit. 

"OH, YEAH. . .OH, GAWD. . .OH, FUCK. . .OH. . .OH. . .OH. . .FUCK ME. . .OH, PLEASE!!!  She screamed.  "SO. . .UNH. . .GOOD. . .OH, GAWD. . .UNH. . .SO GOOD!!!" 

Just when I pulled "Mona" head up by the hair, she stopped breathing.  She had an exasperated look on her face.  Her eyes  and her mouth were wide open, but no sound came out and she wasn't moving.  Suddenly a loud aminal-like groan came from deep within her body. 

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH. . .FUUUUUUUUUUUCK. . .OH, GAWD. . .OH GAWD. . .AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUUUU-!!!"  "Mona" groaned.  She buried her face in the carpet and screamed while her ass started bucking involuntarily in the air. When she was done bucking, she started wiggling under me like Jell-O.  This went on for what seemed like almost a minute or so. 

I was temporarily scared.  I had never seen my wife act like this before and it took me a few seconds to realize that she was convulsing from the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her have.  She collapsed under me with closed eyes and I could hear her whimpering.  She rolled over on her back and looked up at me and smiled contentedly.  She let out a big yawn and I knew she was exhausted.  Not wanting our little game to end, I moved between her legs and plunged my cock into her well worn pussy.  Abigail's always ultra sensitive after an orgasm and she let out a little painful shriek when I reentered her. 

"OW!  W-wait-. . .stop -  please,"  "Mona" begged. 

"Hah!  Wait, my ass you little bitch!  I'm not finished!"  I snapped. 

As I resumed pumping "Mona,"  she whined and begged me to stop and wait for a few minutes.  I knew it was painful for her, but I was too far gone to give a damn.  I looked into her eyes and was even more turned on by the look of fear in them. 

"Beg for my cock, . . .unh. . .c'mon you filthy, fuckin' whore!'  I commanded.  "Beg like the little fuckin' whore you are. . .unh. . .and I won't tear your tight, little pussy in two!" 

"Yes, p-please. . .unh. . .fuck me with. . .unh. . .your big cock!"  "Mona" begged.  Her cries of pain had subsided and I recognized her lusty moans.  "Fuck me. . .unh. . ..please. . .fuck my tiny. . .unh. . .little pussy!" 

"Take it, you dirty slut.. .unh!  Beg for it. . .unh. . .you cocksucking whore!  Scream, bitch!"  I ordered. 

"OH, GOD, YESSSSS!!!  I'M YOUR WHORE!!!  OH, GOD PLEASE. . .UNH.. .FUCK ME.. .UNH. . .PLEASE!!!  OH, GOD, I'M. . .UNH. . . SUCH A WHORE!!!  FUCK ME, PLEASE!!!"  Mona pleaded.  She had long since lost her accent, and even if I would have noticed at the time I'm sure I wouldn't have cared anyway. 

The only thing I cared about was abusing "Mona's" pussy.  I now had her petite 4'11, 97-pound frame trapped under my 6-foot, 225 lbs. as I plowed into her tight, little, cunt.  The dirty talk had ceased.  All that could be heard was "Mona" gasping for air as I pounded it out of her and my savage grunts whenever my cock slammed into her helpless cunt.  I was in lust heaven, but something made me pull out and I walked on my knees up to her face. 

I grabbed my meat and smacked her hard across the face with it.  I cock-slapped her about five times and she must have enjoyed it because she moaned louder with each slap. 

"Play with your pussy, you cunt!"  I demanded.  "Finger your filthy little cunt, you disgusting whore!" 

By this time she was emitting one long steady moan after another as I watched two of her fingers disappear into her dripping honeypot.  I plopped my balls rudely on her mouth and her tongue darted out immediately.  Her free hand grabbed and jerked my cock furiously as she licked, sucked and nibbled on my balls.  That feeling, coupled with watching the blur that was her other hand work her pussy, sent me over the edge. 

I whipped my cock out of her hand and shoved it in her mouth.  I fucked my cockhead in and out of her hot, little, wet mouth, but somehow had the presence of mind not to force it down her throat.  Once I looked into her big, gorgeous, blue eyes, I knew it would be over in no time.  Before I could blow my wad however, she clenched her eyes tightly while I fucked her mouth. 

"Mmpphhhffff. . .mmpphhhffff,"  Was all I could hear.  I knew "Mona" had just come again, but she couldn't scream with a mouth full of cock.  She managed to free her mouth of my prick and gasped loudly for air.  It didn't matter that my dick bobbed stiffly in the air, the work was done.  And now came the painful pleasure.  I felt as if something were squeezing my balls and when "Mona" reached up and pinched my cockhead, I winced in pain. 

"AW, FUCK. . .OH, SHIT!  OH, YEAH. . .OH, YEAH. . .AAAAAAHHHHHH, FUCK. . .FUCK. . .FUCK. .AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"  I yelled as I shot my load. 

My first thick, white stream of cum landed partially in "Mona's" hair and on her forehead.  The second thick blast hit her forehead and drape itself down her nose and ended on her cheek.  She shut her eye just in time as the third rope of cum landed on her eyebrow, her eyelid and on her cheek.  I was so light headed that I nearly passed out.  I couldn't stop cumming.  I know I shot at least five long streaks and several little ones.  Finally, the last few drops dribbled out of my cock and onto "Mona's" lips and into her mouth.  I had never come that much in my life.  Although my wife loved the taste of my semen and usually let me cum in her mouth, she wife would never allow me to intentionally come on her face.  She said it was demeaning.  It happened every now and then, but always by accident. 

I was absolutely thrilled at fucking a "prostitute," but what was more exciting and really intensified my ejaculation, was that I knew I was performing the forbidden act of jizzing on my wife's face.  Now as I looked down, I saw a gooey white mess puddled and dripping on her makeup laden face.  I don't know why, but she looked absolutely adorable as she stared at me with one eye wide open and the other one only partially open.  I trailed my cock on her face, slowly mopping up the jism and feeding it into her hungry mouth. 

"Mmmmmm. . .God, you taste sooo gooood,"  She whispered as she sucked the gobs of cum off my cock. 

"Damn, Mona, that was the best fuck I've ever had!"  I complimented her.  "You're way better than my wife!" 

"I told ya so,"  She smiled.  "And ya putty good yaself.  Ain't no john neva made me come befo'.  And ya made me cum twice!" 

"Hey, I've got an idea,"  I said with an evil grin.  'Why don't you run away with me?" 

"Naw, sorry, mista,"  She laughed and raised her hand, showing me a wedding ring.  "I'm married and I love my husband.  He's da most wunduful man in da wuld." 

"Well, could we at least keep fucking?"  I asked with a grin. 

"Oh, shu' - shu'.Of couse."  She said.  "And wheneva ya make me cum. . .it's on da house!" 

We both laughed and I got dressed.  Before I left, I turned and looked at "Mona" again.  She was sitting on the carpet with her legs spread, leaning back on her hands.  She still wore only her heels (about three-inch heels that made her seem much taller)  and her skirt was bunched up around her tummy.  I don't remember taking off her shirt, but it laid in a heap off to the side.  Her nipples were still hard and her titties had red marks from were I had roughly pinched her.  Her eye shadow was on her forehead and on the side of her head also.  Her mascara was smeared all around her eyes and her cheeks, giving her the look of a racoon.  Her lipstick was smeared on the tip of her nose and all around her mouth, including on her chin.  She looked like a vision of loveliness. (Don't ask me why, I guess I'm sick!)  I guess what really turned me on was that I was looking at a woman from high society with a proper upbringing, who was an heiress to a fortune worth hundreds of millions of dollars - and there she was, nearly stark naked, sitting on the filthy carpet of some sleazy ass room of a prostitute motel, portraying a whore.  Oh, and by the way. . . SHE WAS ALSO MY WIFE!!! 

I walked back to her, bent over and gave her a long passionate kiss. 

"I love you, Mona,"  I whispered. 

"I love you, too, mista," She replied with a wink. 

I walked outside and sat in my car, waiting to make sure she made it safely out of that sleazy neighborhood.  Once she was dressed, she walked out of the room and toward the end of the parking.  I laughed as she got into her "broken down" car and drove away.  She obviously had this planned all along,.  I didn't know why, but I enjoyed it too much too care. 

I had stopped by a store before I went back home.  When I arrived, Abigail was laying naked on our bed with an ice pack between her legs, listening to classical music and sipping a glass of wine.  I could tell by the smell of her bath oil in the air that she had recently bathed.  She had an angelic look to her.  She smiled when she saw me and I laid next to her and gave her a deep kiss. 

"Hello, gorgeous,"  I greeted her. 

"Hello, handsome,"  She answered with a smile.  "I've been missing you all afternoon.  Where've you been? 

"Oh, I stopped by and had a drink with a colleague,"  I said. 

"Colleague, huh?'  She asked giggling.  "Well, tell your COLLEAGUE not to get so close to you next time.  I can smell her cheap perfume on you.  My goodness, you smell like a whore.  What happened?" 

"Never you mind about that,"  I said changing the subject.  I moved the ice pack and gazed at her swollen pussy that looked angry and red.  "Why the ice pack?" 

"I kept trying this routine on the parallel bars during practice and whenever I tried a certain move, I kept getting rammed by the big steel bar,"  She said with a devilish grin. 

"Well, hopefully that won't happen again,"  I said. 

"Mmmmm. . .I hope it does!'  She said with her mischievous giggle. 

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A week later, we were vacationing in a mountain cabin - a wedding present from one of Abigail's rich relatives.  She sent me to the store, which was at the bottom of the mountain.  About a couple of hundred yards from our cabin, I encountered a "German hitchhiker" named "Helga."  I gave the petite blonde a ride and we detoured into the woods where we fucked for a couple of hours while she spoke broken English and fluent German. 

Two weeks after that I was supposed to meet my wife in a bar.  After waiting for about a half hour, Abigail told me she had some school papers to grade and wasn't able to meet me.  Before I could leave, I was approached by a petite women with black hair (a wig).  She introduced herself as "Marie" and asked me if she could buy me a drink.  "Marie" spoke with a thick French accent.  Knowing my wife was at home, I allowed myself to be seduced by "Marie" and we fucked like starved lovers in the back seat of her car while she spoke French.  (Abigail is fluent in 5 languages.) 

Each time after I had fucked "Helga" and "Marie,"  Abigail was already waiting for me at home.  She would ask me if I enjoyed it.  I admitted to her that it was the best sex I had had in quite a while. 

After the incident with "Marie," Abigail badgered me mercilessly when we went to bed.  Between a long day at work and the hot sex, I was worn out, but Abigail kept pestering me and wouldn't let me sleep peacefully. 

"Baby, wake up!  Don't be rude!"  Abigail whined.  "I asked you a question.  Yes or no?  If you really truly love me with all your heart you'll say yes." 

I didn't even hear the question, but I was too exhausted to care. 

"Of course I love you truly, silly,"  I mumbled sleepily.  "Yes, of course I will, babe.  You know I'd do anything for you, my love." 

Abigail squealed with delight and thanked me.  We kissed and told each other how much we loved one another and drifted off to sleep in each others arms. 

During breakfast the next morning, Abigail was so excited she was bouncing around the kitchen. 

"Okay, babe, when do you want to do it?"  Abigail asked. 

"Do what?"  I asked, not knowing what she was talking about. 

"What do you mean 'do what'?  Don't act like you don't remember what we talked about last night,"  Abigail said. 

I told her I was so tired that I didn't remember the conversation, so she happily filled me in. 

"I promised to do WHAT?!!!  I asked in amazement.