I can't believe there are almost a hundred people following my blog but I wish a few more of you would comment on my writings. I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in so long but my business is crazy busy and I barely have time to myself. As much as I enjoy writing it's hard to find time to do it. I hope you like this next chapter and, like I said, your comments are very welcome. If you're new here you may want to start with my first post and work you way to here..
Kisses,
Nicole

Part IX: We Weren't Always Doing 3Ways During Our 3Way Days, or, The Bachelor Party

During the early part of our MFM days I was slowly becoming what today you'd call a "hotwife". We were swinging with single men more and more often but every now and then we'd still sometimes swing with couples and it would remind me of why I loved having sex with women. When I think of the different women I've been with, Donna immediately comes to mind. Donna answered one of the ads we had in a swingers' magazine and she's one of the few lesbians who ever answered one of our ads. She was a natural redhead, petite, gorgeous and had very big boobs. She said in her letter that she could tell that our ad was aimed mostly at single men, but since I was bi and I shared her interest in toys, she thought she'd see if I might want to play with her. She said she didn't mind if Rick went out with us and she didn't mind if he watched us when we got intimate, but she had absolutely no desire to see him naked and she didn't want him to join in with us. She knew from our ad that although I was bi, I was very much into men, and I wondered why a lesbian would seem so interested in me. My ex and I thought her picture was hot so he said he was willing for us to meet her on her terms because he wanted to watch me get ravished by a hot and horny lesbian. If her picture hadn't been so lovely and she hadn't sounded so sweet on the phone, we probably wouldn't have taken it beyond the letter, but it was, she did, and we agreed to meet her for dinner at a nice restaurant. Donna and I hit it off right from the start and we ended up going to her apartment on the beach after having dinner and a few drinks. She had two drawers full of sex toys and she and I went at it all night long. The sex was amazing and while I was becoming infatuated with her, Rick eventually passed-out on the couch. As the sun came up she and I started to talk. She told me that her mom owned a limousine service and a stripping telegram business. She explained that although she was a lesbian, she worked for her mom as a stripper and then she made me an offer that shocked me. She told me that she had a bachelor party coming up and she needed someone to put on a lesbian show with her. She said that she had done the same thing before with pretty much the same group of guys and they were a classy and well-behaved bunch.Donna explained that the party was in a very exclusive neighborhood and there would be about thirty men there. The groom-to-be and most of his friends were in their late-twenties, early-thirties, and I would be paid six-hundred dollars for about forty-five minutes worth of "work". We would meet at her mother's house and take a limo to the party. She said that Rick could come along and watch but he had to dress nice and look professional. The limo driver was also our bouncer and bodyguard, just to make sure the guys stayed well-behaved. She explained that the first thing she'd do when we got there was to give the groom a couple of lap dances while I did the same for the best man. The first dance would be fully clothed and on the second one we'd strip down to our lingerie. At that point our "show" would begin and we'd perform on a queen-sized mattress on the floor in the middle of the den while all the men watched.Donna said that physical contact between us and the men was against the law and that we were just there to put on a show. The men could tip us during the show but couldn't touch us. So put on a show we did. After the two lap dances, Donna and I layed down on the mattress and started kissing and fondling each other. Before long we were eagerly lapping at each others pussies as all the men watched and shouted their nasty words of encouragement. The best man encouraged his friends to throw tips on the bed. The men whooped as Donna got me off with a vibrator and, when she and I started going at it with a double dildo, they went wild and a few twenty dollar bills landed on the mattress. The men kept throwing money at us and our forty minutes stretched into an hour. I didn't want to stop. I was horny as hell, and having all those men leering at us and shouting their nasty comments at us only seemed to intensify what Donna and I were doing to each other. I didn't give a damn if the whole world was watching. I could've played with Donna for hours, but when she suddenly said it was time to quit, we abruptly did. I got dressed and had to use the bathroom before we left, so I excused myself and went to find it. I ran into the best man in the hallway and he offered to show me the way, but when we got there he followed me in and locked the door behind us. I had to pee so bad that I didn't care if he was there watching, I peed. Neither of us said a word as I pulled up my panties, and when I went towards the door, the guy grabbed me and started kissing me. Before I realized what I was doing I was making out with him and we were passionately french-kissing. I didn't resist when he lifted me up onto the sink, raised my short skirt, and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I was still extremely horny from my show with Donna and I'm sure that's why I gave-in to him so easily. He pulled his pants down to his knees and I saw his hard cock. I was so horny, I wanted him to fuck me but I was a little hesitant to screw him without a condom. The guy was a virtual stranger to me, so I didn't have a problem asking him if he had a condom.

He immediately said that he didn't want to wear a condom and he pleaded with me, "Look.. I promise you I don't have any diseases. I've had the same girlfriend for the past three years and I've only been with a few different women in my whole life.. Look, I know you girls work for tips, so I'll tell you what..I have a-hundred dollars in my pocket and I promise you, it's yours, if you let me fuck you, without a condom, right now."I was on birth control pills and I actually preferred screwing without condoms, but I was starting to be more careful about who I did that with. I looked the guy over. He was younger than me, probably right out of college and he looked good. "OK", I said, "Give me the hundred dollars and you can fuck me."

The guy reached into his wallet and handed me five twenty-dollar bills. I had never accepted money for sex before, at least not so directly, so I hesitated. With my luck the guy could've been a cop, but I was very horny and now excited about making another hundred dollars, so I took the money. At first, as it was happening, I didn't realize that I was embarking on my first visit to the land of Hookertown, but as I grasped the twenties in my hand and he screwed me with the ferver of an animal in heat, it started to sink-in to me that he was paying me for sex. His cock was long and hard and it easily slipped in and out of my already wet pussy. It felt very good and I suddenly felt naughty and had the urge to give the guy his money's worth. I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his waist. His cock was deep inside me. He gently lifted me off the sink and, while holding me tightly, he began to bounce me up and down on his cock. He was grunting and groaning and then suddenly he told me to get down on the floor. I gave him a puzzled look and he set me back on the sink. He abruptly pulled out of me, bent down, picked up a plush rug by the sink and put it down on the floor at my feet. "Lay back on the rug", he told me, "You almost made me cum already but I held back. I want to kiss you while I fuck you. Now, please lay back so I can kiss you".

His cock was still stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. He wasn't done with me yet so I layed down on the rug for him. He took off his shoes and pants and crawled on top of me. He started kissing me again and I liked the way he kissed. His breath smelled like beer and it reminded me of my husband. As our tongues danced and darted in and out of each others mouth, he skillfully parted my pussylips with his fingers and guided the head of his manhood back into the warm wetness of my vagina. He started sucking on my tongue as his fucking got harder and harder. Our passionate kissing and fucking got frantic just as he suddenly tensed and then shuddered and orgasmed. I felt very hot and naughty but I didn't cum. His beer breath had got me to thinking about my husband, and I suddenly felt guilty for screwing someone without his permission.

The whole thing in the bathroom was over in ten minutes and I went out to join my ex and the others in the limo. The limo was stocked with beer and tequila and as we drove back to Donna's mother's place, Donna let me know she was still horny as she started kissing me and coming on to me. I wanted her to continue but my pussy was filled with the best man's cum and I had a feeling she wouldn't be happy if she found it. The more I pulled back the more she came onto me. Suddenly she was on the floor in front of me. Her hand was up my skirt and my panties were on the floor. She spread my legs apart as her face disappeared between my thighs. I could only hope she didn't notice the guy's cum.

At first everything was fine. Then her licking slowed and she began wiping her mouth. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and said, "You fucked Bill in the bathroom, didn't you?"

I looked at Rick sheepishly and he gave me a cold stare. I was caught and I knew it. I started crying and as I sobbed, I said to Rick, "It wasn't my fault (sniffle, sniffle), it just happened. I mean, he followed me into the bathroom".

Donna raised her voice and said, "Did he pay you?? I bet he did, I know Bill well.. If he did, I want half. I'm going to ask him.. He'll tell me, you know. Fuck Nicole, if you want to be a cheap whore do it on your own time. I don't want to be your pimp."

I never felt so humiliated in my life. Donna was right, I was a whore and I couldn't deny it. Fortunately my "other half" came to my defense, even if he was wrong, "Take it easy there, Donna", he said, "You can call her a slut but she isn't a whore. She doesn't sell it. Now be nice."

"Oh, I'll be nice", Donna said.

That was just about the last thing Donna ever said to us. When we got to her mother's place Donna counted out my six-hundred dollars and then added in almost two-hundred dollars in tips. Counting the hundred I made in the bathroom, I made almost nine-hundred dollars in a little over an hour. I felt bad about the way things went that night with Donna, but I liked having the extra money and I'm glad my husband was a little more understanding than Donna was.

As Rick and I were driving home, I tried to explain exactly what happened in the bathroom. I felt humiliated and was ashamed, but confessed to Rick that I not only had sex with Bill, but that I did, indeed take a hundred dollars from the guy. Instead of getting pissed, Rick smiled and said, "Hell, it isn't the first time I waited for you to finish screwing a guy before we left a party. Fuck! I think it's slutty as hell... and you know, I love it when you act like a slut. Seriously, I don't want you to make a habit of screwing guys when I'm not around, but I guess that since I've always encouraged you to be receptive to other men's sexual attention it's partly my fault..." Rick paused then said softly, "Baby, I know you love me and I trust your judgement. If a guy propositions you and you feel right about it, and you're sure it's safe, I have no problem with you following your instincts and having sex with the guy if you want to, but you have to tell me about it as soon as possible."

I reached over to Rick, unzipped his pants, and pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of his pants. I sucked on him the rest of the way home and we were in the bed fucking just minutes after we got there. At first we enjoyed a slow, leisurely fuck and, as usual, Rick started talking nasty to me. He started asking me if I liked being a whore for Bill and he joked about calling Donna and asking her if she wanted to be my pimp. He said it made him super horny just imagining the conversation between me and Bill in the bathroom when he talked me into being his "hundred-dollar whore". I wouldn't even have known Bill's name if Donna hadn't screemed it at us in the limo, and then Rick repeated it several times during sex that night.

During our raucus fucking that night, Rick's dirty-talking got even nastier than usual. I was so horny I was already cumming. He was saying something like, "It took me years to turn you into a slut, but it only took Bill one night to turn you into a whore. "

It almost sounded like a put-down, so I responded softly (and in-between whimpers of orgasms), "Don't say that, I'm not a whore."

Rick's fucking got a little more aggressive and he said, "Look it up in the dictionary", he said, "I think, by definition, you are". He was fucking me hard and continued talking nasty, "That's not a bad thing though, Baby. Being a whore can be very profitable, especially for someone as horny as you". His fucking and nasty talking continued, "Fuck, Nicole, if I had a pussy, and it was as hot as your whore-pussy feels to me right now, I'd sell it if I had the chance. You've been giving it away for years, why not charge for it? I think you're worth a lot of money to to all those horny, frustrated men who aren't married to a nympho like you. You know I've always wanted you to be the sluttiest wife around, and taking money for sex and being a whore seems much sluttier to me than swinging, and your pussy feels very slutty tonight.... Does your slut-pussy feel good right now?"

Rick's voice trailed off and he started grunting as he continued to fuck me hard. "God, yes!!" I moaned, "My pussy feels hot". I could only lay back, listen to his nasty comments, and enjoy the pleasure of his cock.

Rick continued to talk nasty as he fucked me, "Oh, it is hot , Baby.. It's so hot it makes me want to fuck your slut-whore pussy good!! Yea, Baby.. I'm fucking your hundred-dollar pussy good, ain't I?? Do I fuck your whore pussy better than Bill did??"

His nasty talking and hardcore fucking had me cumming good and while I came, Rick began to shudder and moan as he deposited a big load of cum in me and then collapsed in a heap beside me. That night gave Rick something new to talk nasty to me about and he loved talking about me selling my pussy. He even told me that I could keep all the money as long as I bought one thing sexual with it, to remind us of my night as a whore. I went out a few days later and bought myself some new panties but it would be almost a year before I sold my body again.