No Money, No Honey

I'm Ed. My wife Amy and I met in a fairly typical fashion at a church singles group meeting. We had a dinner date a couple of weeks later and got to know each other better. Both of us had graduated from college two years before. She studied economics. I was a computer nerd. There were a lot of late-night telephone conversations about the future. Even before I proposed, we agreed that she should handle our money because of her economics degree.

She has a great body, even after twenty years of marriage and two children. Then, as now, she had fairly large breasts that were firm, but not solid like rocks. In other words, they were naturally large. Her butt was tight and round. Her legs were slender and strong. She exercised regularly to keep her tummy flat. Her smile was what I noticed first. It was warm and inviting in a non-sensual way. All the guys wanted to meet her. I was the lucky one that she chose. After eight months, I worked up the courage to ask her to marry me. My heart resumed beating when she said yes.

Prior to our engagement, I had tried several times to steer her into the bedroom, but she deftly brushed me aside. I tried again after she agreed to be my wife, but still she declined. Finally, I asked her why. She said she wanted our wedding night to be special. I interpreted her answer to mean that she was a virgin. I could live with it. We had all the usual engagement activities: the meetings of the parents, the bachelor and bachelorette parties, the catering arrangements, etc.

Her wardrobe during all this time had been rather modest. About a month before the wedding, it began to change. Her skirts became shorter showing off more of her great legs. More buttons on her blouses where left open. We both liked to swim. She switched from one-piece swimsuits to bikinis. The weekend before the ceremony, she wore a thong with a bra that barely covered her nipples. Her tan lines showed that she had worn it before. Clearly she was taunting me with her charms.

Her wedding dress left little to the imagination. The upper portion left her cleavage clearly visible. The lower section opened in front about three inches above her knees putting her legs on display. Watching her come down the aisle with her father, I knew I was the luckiest guy on earth.

The reception was like most others. Her parents had insisted on a sit-down dinner for fifty people. We did the cake cutting and the bouquet tossing. When I knelt down to remove her garter, she opened her legs enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. Fortunately, with all the children running around, her dress was long enough that I was the only one who could see her hairless pussy. I was already a bit aroused by her revealing dress, but that sight quickly began a distension in my trousers. I hesitated a moment and looked up into her eyes. She just smiled.

The moment our hotel room door snapped shut, we attacked each other. As I was yanking my jacket off, she wrapped one arm around my neck and crushed her mouth to mine while rubbing my rigid member through my pants with the other. A few seconds later, she dropped to her knees, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. Her mouth applied so much suction on my cock that I felt she could pull my sperm directly my balls. I unzipped the back of her dress allowing it to fall free and exposed her firm nipples to my eyes for the first time. Meanwhile she continued to work my pants off me while I removed my shirt and tie.

Just before I was about to unload my balls, she stopped and stood up letting her dress fall to the floor. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down and dove between her thighs. A previous girlfriend had taught me how to hum on her clit. I started my buzzing, and soon her hips were bucking so hard that I feared she would break my jaw. She screamed so loudly that people on the upper floors could hear her. Her pussy juices washed my face.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Put that beautiful prick inside me right now!" I crawled atop her and slid my throbbing cock into her. Her vaginal muscles contracted so strongly that she pushed me out. "What do you think you are doing? Get back in there!" I strained to push my member back in. Moments later, she came again, and again she pushed me out. "What's wrong with you? It doesn't have teeth so it can't bite!"

"You're so wet that I can't get a grip," I panted. "You're too strong."

"Use your weight to stay in!"

I ground my hips firmly against hers and managed to stay halfway in the next time she came. At last I was able to do some thrusting. That only made her scream louder. My own heavy breathing joined hers until we were equal in volume. Soon I felt the intense pleasure of my loins rhythmically pumping my seed into her. Her cunt muscles gripped me each time I shot into her.

Totally exhausted I collapsed on top of her too weak to support my own weight. A couple minutes passed before I could roll off her. "That," I said between gasps, "was unbelievable. I have never known a hotter woman. I can't believe you said you were a virgin."

"I didn't say that," Amy said. "I said I wanted our wedding night to be special."

"It certainly has been. Whoever knew you before certainly taught you a lot."

"Nobody ever hummed on my clit before. I guess we are both benefiting from our pasts."

"We are definitely going to have a fantastic sex life. I can't wait for our next time."

"That reminds me. I have to tell you something?"

"Does it have to be now?"

"Yes. That wonderful fucking we just did is the one and only freebie you will ever get from me. From now on, and I mean starting right this second, if you want sex with me, it will cost you twenty dollars. It will be cash in full upfront. No money. No honey. Do you understand?"

My immediate thought was that I had married a prostitute. Then I remembered that we had talked about buying a house. We would have to come up with a down payment. It would be a fun way to save up the money. "I love you. Anything you want is fine with me."

"If you don't agree, your cock and your hand will become very good friends."

"I agree."

"Good. Get a twenty out of your wallet so I can turn my first trick with you."

I spent sixty dollars that night. She was worth every penny.

One night about a month after we moved into our apartment, we were in bed, naked as usual. My dick, having a mind of its own, was pointing straight out. I nestled up behind her and placed my cock's head against her pussy's lips, and put my hand on her well-formed breast. She held up her hand and said, "Twenty dollars."

"I'm a little short tonight," I said. "I can pay you tomorrow."

"You know the rule. Cash in full up front. You agreed. No money. No honey."

I sighed. "You're right. I agreed." She tucked the sheet down between us. "It's just that I'm so hot for you."

"Go watch some porn on the computer." I got out of bed and headed for the door. "Clean everything up when you are finished."

Thereafter, I made certain that I had a twenty-dollar bill in my wallet when I got home, with extras on Fridays, even when she was giving birth to our children.

That was twenty years ago. Our sex life has been one big adventure. We've done just about everything imaginable. Anal. Oral only. Role playing. She greeted me in various forms of dress when I got home. She had a large collection of lingerie including French maid outfits, latex dominatrix suits complete with whips. The string bikini. We often ate dinner in the nude. She went to a red-light district where I picked her up, and we parked in an alley where she serviced me.

We bought our house two years later. That meant we needed money for mortgage payments. We took a trip to Europe for our tenth anniversary. Yes, I took along plenty of twenties.

For our twentieth anniversary, we sent the children to her parents so we could celebrate in private. We made reservations at a restaurant known for its very dim lighting as well as its excellent food. I expected to spend up to a hundred dollars in addition to dinner.

I almost choked when I saw her dress. The neckline plunged down to her navel. Her breasts were legally in view, but not much more. Her nipples were outlined against the fabric. The front slit exposed not only her still shapely legs, but her pussy too. "Are you sure you want to wear that in public?" I asked.

"I think our anniversary should be as special as our wedding night," she replied. "Remember my wedding dress? You should have seen your face when you took my garter off."

"Yes, but I was the only one who could see your snatch. People will think you're my whore."

"This would be a good way for a whore to advertise. Besides, I am your whore." She was right. I did pay her for sex.

The drive to the restaurant was nerve wracking. With her naked pussy next to me, I had difficulty keeping my eyes on traffic. She kept caressing her thighs, which distracted me even more. Somehow we got there safely, and I parked the car. I opened the passenger door for her. She got out with her legs open so I could get another look at her pussy lips. I took her hand and we started for the entrance. When we got to the end of the car, I stopped. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "Are you getting cold feet?"

"You're driving me crazy," I said. "I can't wait any longer. I have to have you right now."

"Here? Where people can see us?"

I pulled one of the twenties out of my pocket. "Yes. I don't care. Come on, whore. Service your customer."

"I've never denied you anything before. No point in starting now."

My rigid prick was already out in the fresh air when she knelt down in front of me. She twirled her tongue around my glans as she applied her vacuum chamber suction. Just as I was reaching the point of no return, she stood up and smashed her mouth against mine. My hand went to her clit. Her hips started bucking as I slid my finger into her hole. "I'm ready when you are," she whispered. She gripped my shaft and guided it into her dripping pussy. Her tight tunnel could still push me out if I didn't forcibly keep myself inside her. After a minute, I pulled out, spun her around, leaned her against the back of the car, pulled up the back of her dress, and reentered her from behind. "Can anybody see us?" she whispered.

There was no one on our right. To our left was a couple in their twenties three cars away transfixed by what they saw. Her hand was stroking his cock through his pants. "Yes," I said. "They can see my dick in your cunt." With this announcement, she let out a scream of passion. Her cunt muscles pushed me out, and I shot several strings of my spunk across her hips. We both collapsed onto the car.

When we stood up, the young couple was standing beside us. "You guys put on quite a show," the guy said.

"It was very exciting watching you," she said. "You probably aren't married. I don't mean to be insulting you but doing it in public is something I would expect from a whore, not a wife."

"Yes, we're married," Amy said as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Twenty years today. What about you?"

"We're engaged," he said. "Congratulations. I hope we still have your level of passion in twenty years. I'm tempted to have you watch us."

"Then I'd be a whore," she said.

"You know whores get paid for sex," Amy said.

"We want to buy a house," he said. "It would be a fun way to save up the money."

"That's true," she said. "Do you think my body is worth ten dollars?"

"I pay my whore twenty," I said.

They stared at us. "Do you do that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," Amy said. "I love being his whore. He has a great imagination. We do things most people wouldn't even consider, like what you just saw. I played a streetwalker once. The money makes it even more exciting."

"She's very creative, too," I said. "She knows how to get me hot and bothered. This dress motivated what you witnessed."

"Do you have any special rules?" she asked.

"Definitely" Amy said. "Cash in full up front. No exceptions. No matter how hot to trot I am, which is usually every day, no money, no honey."

"It sounds like a good deal," he said. "I've looked on the Internet. Escorts charge two hundred for straight sex. How has your arrangement worked out financially?"

"Very well," Amy said as she gazed into my eyes. "We paid off our mortgage two years ago. Our investments have provided great returns. We're worth about three million dollars."

I gasped. "Wow! If I had known that, I would have given you all of my business." I paused a moment. "Oops. I shouldn't have said that."

"That's okay, darling. I charge my other customers two hundred. Because I love you so much, you get the special husband rate."