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"I'm really sorry for having been rude," I force myself to say, my heart pounding away like crazy in my chest.

At least I could do worse, I tell myself bitterly.

And that is true.

Carl is tall and blessed with strikingly handsome features and a solid built. The kind of guy who attracts female attention wherever he goes.

But he still is thirty-two years older and this would still be whoring myself out no matter how I try to rationalize how I could do worse.

"Sorry isn’t sucking my cock, girl" Carl says casually as if a nineteen-years-old having him suck him off for cash, a married woman, is all just fine, not perverse.

"You know, Carl," I snap, nothing but pent up anger bursting to the surface. "You can at least be civil about this. No reason to be so crude, right? Or do you really have to be? Are you really enjoying turning your neighbor to whoring, Carl? Well, are you?"

But even as I have my little outburst, a pang of fear hits my chest at the same time as I think this might ruin the deal. Yes, we need the money that badly.

Maybe even more than I need my revenge, a possibility that hurts my heart.

"I reserve civil for those who’ve earned it," he says and his lips spread into a ear-to-ear grin that only provokes my hurt pride. Really, if I knew I'd get away with it, I'd knee the fucker.

Knee the cum-loaded nuts that he wants to unload deep inside of me.

"Fuck you," I hiss, my pride hurting in my chest.

"I thought I paid you to let me fuck you instead," Carl says and laughs, his face wrinkling up from the deep belly laughter. God, right now, I just really hate him.

And Sam, he just keeps staring at the floor like a fucking zombie. That only adds to my anger and growing contempt for him, and for the first time during our marriage, I'm starting to think that maybe I did make a mistake by marrying him.

Maybe, I can't help but think
I deserve better than Sam.

And right now, seeing him stand there so damn spineless, it is easy to believe that I do deserve a lot better.

What I deserve, my hurt pride whispers from the edges of my mind, is a real man. The sort of man who wouldn't hesitate to kick Carl's nuts for even suggesting I should be his cute teen whore.

The kind of cash-slut who doesn't mind sitting down on his hard cock to rock his world, not stopping until his damn cum has painted to walls of her womb.

The kind of cash-slut Carl now is paying me to be.

That's what a real man would do, kick the sick fuck's nuts, proving to his wife that she is in good hands. The hands of a real man who isn't afraid to use his fists.

But that isn't the man I married. No, the man I married is too busy being cowed to kick anyone in the nuts and that pisses me off so damn badly.

Just to avoid having to see them, I turn my back on both of them, my legs weak beneath me and my heart banging against my ribs, nauseous and hurting. "Let's go the bedroom," I say and hate how my voice cracks and betrays my feelings.

To think I am actually going to spread my legs for my neighbor in my marriage bed. I already know that afterwards, I'll never be able to sleep comfortably in that bed again.

Carl

"Not so fast, girl," I say, grabbing the fox's price-ass hard and fast. She freezes on the spot. "I want
the
boy
to watch." Damn right, I do. Let that loser see his wife getting cock from a real man. It'll teach her who to hook up with. The look of horror Mary gives me when she turns around is priceless.

Even the loser manages to look up in shock.

"What?" Mary says.

"You heard me. The boy gets to watch or the deal is off." Their eyes meet and he quickly hangs his head, missing out on how it makes my daughter's blue eyes blaze with raw anger.

Good.

Hopefully after this, she'll fully realize what kind of guy she married.

"Fine," the
girl says. "Have it your way."

"For two thousand, I expect no less," I say, happy to follow and admire her nineteen-years-old ass.

I don't even bother to check if the boy follows in my wake, of course he does. After all, he wants to keep the house more than the respect of his wife.

"Good age, you know," I say just to tease.

"What is?" Mary says after a pause.

"At nineteen that pink pussy of yours still has a fair amount of mileage left," I say as I freely slide my hands under her dark blue skirt, relishing the smooth feel of her skin.

She freezes, but she doesn't object. When my fingertips touch the fringes of her panties, she draws her breath sharp and the boy makes a small pained sound.

"Right, girl? Plenty of years of working on your back left."

I slide my right hand up further, high on the softness of her skin, not stopping until my fingers press against the blonde's pink pussy through her panties.

After a long and heavy pause, Mary says hoarsely, "If you say so, Carl."

"Don't worry, girl," I say, noticing how her centerfold legs tremble more violently when I press more firmly against her moneymaker, "you'll get used to whoring soon enough."

They don't say anything and I slide my finger over her slit again-and-again, really pressing into the soft flesh she denied me for so long. Mary balls her small hands into fists but she doesn't run. Shows the girl has character after all and I like that.

The boy's silence, though, shows he is as weak as I already knew him to be.

"You’ll get used to the money too and before you know it, you’ll see the hard cock as a big plus," I say and laugh. I know she will. Once she has crossed that threshold, it'll be easier and easier with each trick she turns.

That's what happened with the ex, even though the bitch feigned not liking it.

"You know what?"

"What?" Mary snaps, unable to hide how chagrined she is.

"If you show this old man a really good time, I'll even introduce you to some of my friends. If you prove to be a decent fuck, that is. But I'm not worried about that. I'm pretty confident you're an aweful lot like my ex and she was the most skilled hooker in town."

Ain't that the truth. But like the ex, Mary is too damn proud. But I know that just like the ex, she is ready and willing to learn any new trick if the money is right. That's experience talking.

This young whore is hardly the first whore I've fucked who would at first
scold
at the very notion of putting out for cash until the green was just too hard to resist. Like the 2k today, but soon enough the girl will be putting out for a lot less.

She'll do anything to keep the flow of green coming her way.

Naturally, as the natural leader that I am, I'll protect her from the bad customers against a healthy commission, just as I did with the ex.

Mary

After the shock of having the arrogant fuck's hand rubbing my pussy subsides, I walk on, trembling and sweating as if suffering from a high fever. Ashamed. So deeply ashamed. Also blaming Sam for my predicament.

But even as I walk on, Carl's hand never leaves. It isn’t until we are at the landing when I'm finally relieved of his touch, but I'm painfully aware it is only for moments.

Moments that stand in between me with at least some of my dignity left intact and next me with that same dignity in ruins. How else could things be? It seems impossible that there can be anything left of my dignity after proving that I am the sort of woman who willingly gives it up for an old guy willing to pay.

The sort of woman who will fuck for cash just to get in her revenge on the man whose footsteps on the staircase behind me tell me he is really following me to the bed that now feels like a place of shame.

The place where my dignity will die the moment Carl
shoves his manhood up my paid for snatch.

I enter the bedroom and it looks the same, only it doesn't
feel
the same.

It feels
cheap
like a whores den does and a place of affection and safety has now become a place of employment. The place where I'll receive my baptism as a whore by my neighbor's cum-gushing organ.

Light streams in through the window, hitting the Queensize bed with bright colored linen, the sheets neatly in place. I shiver when I think how in the glowing sunlight there won't be any shadows to hide in while the old man drills me in whatever position he chooses.

Right now, I don't know who I despise the most.

Myself, or my pig of a neighbor, or my pathetic husband.

Maybe I should despise us all equally for what we are about to do. In a way, I can understand Carl. He has money and no morals, but with is my excuse? What is Sam's excuse? Is this house really worth the sacrifice? Then my anger reminds me that I'm not doing it for the house, not really.

Moments ago I still believed that was part of it, but standing there in my bedroom, my eyes drifting from the bed to Carl and then Sam. Seeing the look of defeat that is etched on his face, I am reminded of why I am really doing this.

This is my revenge on him for letting me down so hard. Willing to pimp his own wife out for what? A measly two thousand dollars.

Pathetic. That's the only right word for it, a word my father uses all the time in connection to Sam.

"Well, let's get this over with," I say with a bitterness that burns.

Forcing myself to stand tall, I try to look strong and cool. Make it appear this hasn't fazed me one bit while the foundations of everything I ever believed in is crumbling; the faith in Sam and the self-image of a decent woman all falling apart within the time span of minutes.

"Not so fast," Carl says, grinning widely to show perfect teeth.

"What?" I snap, feeling my thundering heart is about to give out. Before I can say more, he has grabbed me in his strong arms, pressing me hard against him and with a shock I feel his hard cock press through his pants against my stomach.

I foolishly look at Sam for help, but he just stares at me with his mouth wide open, a reminder that I'm on my own. Then Carl kisses me. He kisses me hard and it is the anger that makes me open my mouth and kiss back likewise, a little slice of revenge on Sam that comes at the expense of my own pride. I guess there won't be much left of this once this is done.

Carl's tongue takes no prisoners, it slides deep in my mouth, twirling around mine, one hand behind my back and his fingers in my hair.

Holding and kissing me in a take-no-prisoners fashion that Sam never does.

Kissing me loudly and sloppily as if he has every right to kiss me like this.

And me? I let him kiss me like that and I feel dirty and cheap as a result.

Really, what kind of wife French kisses her own neighbor? For money of all things. The kind with no dignity and self-respect. Also the kind of wife who is out for revenge.

To my dismay Carl
fast proves what a great kisser he is.

Better than Sam.

Sam never left me breathless like the old man does and to my dismay I'm not unmoved when his lips leave mine, my heart drumming as wildly as my long legs are trembling.

But worst of all, there is a flicker of excitement dancing in my stomach that wasn't there before. And that sends blood rushing to my neck and face.

"See that?" Carl says to Sam. "She likes it."

Sam just looks away looking miserable and my contempt for him grows only stronger. He isn't even man enough to watch what he is making me do.

Watch and witness what he has turned me into at nineteen: a damn whore.

"Yes, Sam, I like it," I snap without thinking, my anger greater than my hurt pride.

To prove my point, I freely kiss Carl like I imagine whores kiss.

Exaggeratedly and with a lot of
moaning, ignoring the growing heat between my legs as best I can.

It is a long and hard kiss with lots of tongue action and Carl's hands slide down to get a piece of my ass while he presses his hard cock even harder against me. When I break free, I’m out of breath and glad to see Sam finally watching, disbelief in his face.

"What? You don't think I should do a good job? It was you who thought this was a great idea, right? Right, Sam? Right,
baby
?"

Bareback Cuckold For A Cheating Wife!

Part 2

Getting Even Was Never This Much Fun!

Things don't get any better for Sam and his sexy young wife.

Instead they only get more exciting as Mary learns to accept the sort of wife she is: one who likes getting even in a very bareback and unprotected way.

As for Sam, seeing his young wife take it hard and deep has a most unfortunate side effect: it actually turns him on, not something Mary can appreciate.

That's the good news.

The bad news is that Mary thinks of a way to teach hubby a lesson that he'll never forget.

And Carl, the alpha-neighbor, he has plans for the cheating blonde. Big plans!

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