My wife Sarah is an influential lawyer in our city, which is located in the north of the Country, and this is a medium-sized city. We have been married for about 18 years. About 2 years ago, we had a little depression, and I decided to brighten it up by renting a room in a sex motel in a more seedy part of the city. The motel had themed rooms and a jacuzzi. To my surprise, Sarah dressed up like a real whore: in a short skirt, high heels and a tight top. She insisted on going into the office to get the key, and shook her ass the whole way, attracting the glances of several guys who were hanging around outside. Once in the room, she confessed to me that for the last few years she had been constantly having the fantasy of becoming a whore.
Sarah is a blonde of medium height. She has fantastic 36 cm natural tits and beautiful wide areoles with sexy bumps around her nipples that become very hard when she is aroused. She also has a great ass, which got a little bigger when she turned 40, but which looks great in sexy tight shorts or skirts.
A few months ago, Sarah found a bar at a local college in a small town next door to ours. She wanted to dress up as a whore, go to a bar and flirt with college guys. I asked her how far she wanted to go?
“I don’t know. Maybe let a few guys buy me a drink, rub my foot against them. Let them grab my ass when we dance. If I get turned on, maybe I’ll fuck the guy a little. A few light kisses, and then we’ll go home and fuck like crazy.”
I had to admit that the thought of her being a slutty older slut who would be groped by horny college guys turned me on a little bit, until it went too far.
On the evening, we went to a bar, I dropped her off and watched her wiggle her ass in her 4-inch red heels as she swayed into the bar. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a black tank top that highlighted her fantastic boobs.
I came in a few minutes later and took a table at the bar, where I had a good view. She was already talking to several guys with a drink and a cigarette in her hand. I watched her smile, laugh, and lightly run her nails over the arm of one of the college guys. A few minutes later, they were on the dance floor as planned, and when the slow dance began, she snuggled up to him, and I watched as his hand stroked her lower back for a few seconds before disappearing under her skirt. Meanwhile, she stared into her new friend’s eyes before they kissed. First slightly, and then more deeply.
The song ended, and Michelle swayed back to the table with her friend. The bartender came over and asked if I wanted another beer.
“I see you’ve been watching this slutty MILF.”
I nodded.
“Do you see that black dude over there?” The bartender pointed to a gangly-looking guy in the corner. He was about 21 years old and wearing a headband of a gang color.
“His name is Mike. He runs the working girls in this bar. He’s going to lay the law down to her in a few minutes. I was wondering what to do when I saw the guy get up and walk over to Sarah. He bent down and whispered something in her ear, and after a few seconds I saw her exchange phone numbers with the guy she was kissing, and then went behind Mike’s back, even more demonstratively shaking her ass. As she passed by, she looked at me and smiled, so I didn’t do anything. Mike stopped at the end of the counter and sat down on a stool. Sarah stood in front of him, swaying slightly, with one foot on the stool Mike was sitting on. To be continued…
