Money Can't Buy Happiness - Sex Stories

Money Can't Buy Happiness

The sight of the cash neatly bundled and stacked three by four deep on the bed made Jenna stop in her tracks. Her jaw dropped as she took in all of that green. She had an overwhelming itch to reach out and touch it, or pinch herself because she must be dreaming. “Is that all real?” she asked skeptical. “Of course it’s real,” Mikey said, delighted seeing his girlfriend eyes widen at the spread before her. Unable to hold back any longer, Jenna grabbed a bundle and ran her thumb over the edge. The scent of old paper and ink tickled her nostrils. She noticed that the inch thick bundle were all twenty dollar bills and quickly calculated that it must be around $5,000. Another quick calculation and she figured nearly $200,000 laid before her. She suddenly felt faint and has to sit on the edge of the bed. “But… but, where did it all come from?” she asked in a shaky voice. “Nah, don’t worry about that babe,” Mikey waved a dismissive hand. “But I am worried, Mikey! It’s not like you make this kind of money down at the garage. What did you do? Is this stolen? Who’s money is this, Mikey?” Jenna demanded. “Ssh!” Mikey hopped up, ran over to the window and peeked through the mini blinds. Satisfied that no one was outside eavesdropping, he knelt in front of Jenna on the bed. “Babe, I’m telling you drop it. I thought you would be happy to have all this paper. You know, now we can talk more about settling down, starting your own business, and starting a family. You still want all that, don’t ...

... you?” “Of course I do. Just promise me you’re not in any trouble, Mikey, then I’ll be happy,” Jenna said. “I promise. Jen, babe, just relax,” as he spoke he moved his hand between her knees and gently pried them apart. “What are you doing?” Jenna asked with a smile as he moved further up her thighs. “What does it look like I’m doing? Seeing if all this money has made your pussy wet,” Mikey said sliding his fingers inside her panties. He grinned, “And it has.” Jenna moaned and widen her legs. She had to admit she was excited about the cash. Jenna never thought of herself as a gold-digger, but seeing all that cold hard cash turned her on. It was more money than she would ever make working down at the bar and over a hundred times what she currently had saved. Her mind raced with the possibility of quitting the bar and opening her own business. No, that would be suspicious, she thought. She’ll just work part-time, until she knew for sure that the money was clean and Mikey wasn't in any trouble. As she daydreamed about plans for the money, Jenna laid back in bed on the pile of cash, giggling as Mikey pushed her skirt up and her panties down. Mikey was an okay lover with an average sized cock and mediocre technique, yet Jenna didn’t mind because he loved her, and she loved him. But tonight, the sex was better than before, Jenna thought. Maybe it had something to do with the bed of money they were fucking on. Afterwards, Jenna sat up in bed and couldn’t help but ask, again, “Mikey, ...