I Fucked Your Wife

I Fucked Your Wife, By: Guy New York

“So, um, how much is it?” Mark asked. There had been an awkward silence leading up to the question. In fact, if you listened carefully, you could have heard at least two people breathing quite loudly while I stood calmly nearby trying to decide on a number.

Mark was the perfect mark. He had been contemplating this particular fantasy for a very long time but had only recently screwed up the courage to do anything about it. It was possible it took him that long to convince her to go along, but from the look on Jessica’s face that was the least likely option. No, it was far more likely that Mark had simply had enough of keeping his secret and one night he blurted out his darkest fantasy to his unsuspecting wife. Who frankly appeared to be somewhat relieved by the entire situation even though she was visibly nervous. But who wouldn’t be?

“For two-hundred-fifty dollars, you can undress her for me,” I said.

They looked at me with a certain amount of curiosity and trepidation. I’m just over six feet tall, but while I’m a city boy, I look like I recently walked off a sailboat in Maine after six months at sea. I have a constant two-day beard which keeps me looking the exact right amount of dangerous.

“Are you serious? That’s ridiculous.”

“I think maybe I misunderstood your interests. I can go now.”

“Wait, no, it’s just strange is all. What do I get out of that?”

I walked closer to Jessica with a smile that was somewhere between mischievous and hungry. I reached out one hand as if to caress her face, but stopped before actually touching her. It wouldn’t do to give anything away for free. Jessica resisted the urge to reach out to me, although I could tell it was a struggle. But it was her husband’s idea, so he could bloody well make the decisions.

“You get to see me look at her, Mark.”

I was quiet when I spoke, but still, I didn’t move away. I was so close to Jessica that my potential customer was visibly trembling. “You get to stand your naked wife in front of a stranger and see the look in my eye that tells you I want to fuck her.”

“Here,” Mark said, stepping closer to the scene. He peeled off three bills and stuffed them into my hand as he licked his lips. I stepped back a few feet and crossed my arms over my chest after gently folding the bills and slipping them into my pocket.

Well then. This might be fun after all.

“Go ahead,” I told him. “Undress her for me.”

Jessica looked over her shoulder as her husband’s trembling fingers began to pull down the zipper on her dress. He could hardly see her as he fumbled with her clothes, and she found him both pathetic and endearing, a combination that had occurred to her multiple times before.

“Are you sure?” she asked him one last time. Mark only nodded as he began to peel the fabric off her shoulders. She gently stepped out of the dress until she stood between us in a matching set of lace underwear. It had been an anniversary present a few years ago, a fact which both members of the couple were well aware.

“I like what I see so far,” I said, smiling at her. I made no motion to move closer, however, and Mark looked frantically back and forth between his wife and me. “Continue.”

Less than a minute later Jessica stood completely naked in the center of the room except for her heels and a simple strand of pearls. For the first time that evening she began to wonder if her husband would follow through with the entire plan, and if so how she would respond. It was appealing in theory, but the rugged man standing in front of her made her nervous as much as he excited her.

“What now?” Mark asked as he watched me step closer. Once again I reached out a hand but paused before touching her. I moved my cupped fingers over her body just inches away as if sculpting her out of clay. When my hand finally moved between her slightly parted legs, Mark was overwhelmed with emotion. “Please.”

“For another two-fifty, I’ll touch her and let her suck my cock. Assuming the young lady is interested,” I added as if an afterthought. Technically I should charge more to let the wife beg, but I was feeling generous. And besides, she was an attractive woman, and that did make my job simpler.

“She’ll do it,” Mark said, licking his lips as he stepped back. Once more he handed over the bills and watched with bated breath. The moment I pocketed the cash, I reached up again, and this time I touched her. Jessica stood perfectly still as I traced the outline of her jaw before moving down to circle her neck with my large hand. She held her breath as I moved lower, caressing her shoulder before gently sliding over her left breast, my touch a whisper. Her nipples grew hard in an instant and Mark’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room.

“She’s quite pretty,” I said, looking over at the shivering husband. “In fact, she’s beautiful. Do you think...