My Wife or a Whore 1 - Sex Stories

My Wife or a Whore 1

... have to pick your eyeballs up off the floor. If you can stare at other women, there is no reason why other men can't stare at me. I got two hundred in tips from that one dance not counting your hundred. I had eight minutes to do my routine. That works out to one thousand five hundred dollars an hour. You don't make that much. Now shut up and let's get going before I forget it's your birthday."

Nancy took the driver's seat again. It was apparent she intended to retain control of the evening. She drove in silence keeping her eyes on the road and off me. She was definitely pissed off at me, but she did not want to start a fight.

She had the right to be mad. The show had to have been arranged in advance, at least the birthday song was. I had a boner all the while she was on stage. Even in the car, knowing she wasn't wearing any underwear had given me another one. She had done it all for me, and I had responded by being a jerk. As every married man knows, when you're in the dog house, there's only one way out.