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My wife and I live in a medium size Southern city. I had been
a mid-level executive in the local office of a national
firm. My pay had always been good, enabling my wife to stay
home and live a more or less "country club" existence.
This all came crashing to an end several months ago however
when I was laid off due to a company merger. Things got financially
tight real fast. I had trouble finding a comparable position,
so I ended up working two jobs; both in retail. Both jobs
combined paid considerably less than my previous position
and I was putting in twice as many hours. I was always busy
and always tired - plus we were always broke!
Things got a little testy around the house since my wife
had to curtail her life of leisure. My wife had grown up in
a wealthy family and was used to that life style. She spent
her days either playing tennis with her friends or working
out at the health club. She has great body and is very buff
from all her work in the gym. When she can't make the
gym, she jogs around our neighborhood. She liked her life,
and decided to do something about maintaining it.
I couldn't argue when she insisted on helping me with
the bills - even if her methods were a little unorthodox.
My wife's approach to easing our financial strain
was to resort to the time-honored tradition of bartering.
Instead of paying money for our goods and services, she
planned on trading her voluptuous body for them. She wasn't
thrilled with this idea, but felt she had to do it to save
us from bankruptcy. She also felt it would only be a temporary
arrangement and would end as soon as I found a decent job
As time went on however, her attitude about bartering her
body changed. She started off by having sex to pay the necessary
bills. Soon, she was bartering her body for increasingly
frivolous items. She finally hit rock bottom when I caught
her giving the manager of the corner convenience store
a blow job in exchange for a six pack of beer. But, I'm
getting ahead of myself...The following story is the third
in a series of her exploits - enjoy!
Almost a week had passed since my wife's ravaging at
the tire store. After hearing of her ordeal, I urged her
to try and find a regular job to help pay our bills. She actually
went through the motions of a job search for a few days, but
I could tell that her heart wasn't in it. She finally
confessed that bartering her body for goods and services,
while at times degrading, was easier than a 9-5 job. It could
even be fun and exciting at times, she admitted. I relented
and decided to let her do it her way, any help making ends
meet was welcome!
On Wednesday morning she said she would drive me to work
because she needed the car for grocery shopping. "Babe,
I don't get paid until Friday, there's not much
in the checking account" I said. She looked at me over
her coffee cup and said "I'm entering into a business
arrangement with the manager at the grocery store"
she said. "He's really pretty cute, and we need
to eat! Besides, he caught me shoplifting the other day
and is threatening to press charges if I don't cooperate."
I was shocked! My wife caught shoplifting! Had things really
gotten that bad?
She proceeded to tell me how she had been in the grocery store
Monday to pick up some things for our dinner that night.
That same afternoon she had a job interview. While in the
store, she remembered that she needed a pair of pantyhose
for the job interview, having snagged her last pair the
previous day. She only had $10.00 to cover the food for dinner.
She was wearing a skirt, blouse and heels, but no hose when
she entered the store. Apparently, the store manager had
noticed her and her bare legs. My wife has great legs, with
or without nylons, so it was no surprise the manager noticed
her. As she was shopping, she took a pair of black, sheer
and silky pantyhose off the shelf, went to the ladies room,
and slipped them on. When she resumed her shopping, not
only did the manager noticed her now nylon-clad legs, but
the store's security camera clearly showed my wife
slipping the pantyhose into her purse and then walking
to the restroom.
As my wife stood in the check-out line, the manager tapped
her on the shoulder. "Would you step into my office
for a moment Miss" he asked her. My wife was frightened,
but planned to deny any wrong doing. Her heart sank to her
pretty feet when she entered the manager's office.
In the middle of his desk was the pantyhose package she had
stupidly left in the ladies room wastebasket! To make matters
worse, he had the video of her putting the pantyhose in her
purse playing on a security system monitor. She was busted!
"May I see your driver's license please" he asked, holding out his
hand. My wife handed her driver's license to him and watched him
as he copied her name and address
onto a form. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence,
he handed the driver's license back to her. "Mrs.
Miller, we have a problem" the manager said. My wife,
totally embarrassed, stared down at her feet. "Although
the pantyhose you stole won't impact my bottom line
profit, I can't stand idly by and allow theft in my store"
he said solemnly. "I'm afraid I'll have
to call the police and press charges, its store policy"
he added. My wife was horrified! How would this look on the
society page in the newspaper!? "Please don't
press charges" she pleaded, "I'll pay
for the pantyhose." "It's not that simple
Mrs. Miller. The damage is done, it's been recorded
on our security cameras" he said. All my wife could
think of was keeping this whole thing quiet and not having
her good name on file down at the police station! "What
do you want from me?" she asked, pathetically whimpering
and starting to cry. The hard nosed manager held his ground.
"For starters" he said, "I want our pantyhose
back." My wife looked at him, not sure what he meant.
"Now Mrs. Miller, take them off and hand them to me"
My wife had been sitting in a straight back chair right at
the side of his desk. She reluctantly kicked off her pumps,
stood up, lifted her skirt, and began pulling the pantyhose
down. The manager watched her intently. When she finished
slipping them off, he held his hand out to her. My wife placed
the pantyhose in his hand, still warm from being on her beautiful
body. "Since you seem willing to cooperate Mrs. Miller,
perhaps we can work something out" the manager said.
My wife was beginning to feel a little bold. She blurted
out "Don't try and blackmail me buddy, I'm
not some little whore you can scare into doing whatever
it is you want!" "That's exactly what I
plan on doing" he said, reaching for the phone. My
wife grabbed his hand, her bluff had been called. "Don't
call the police" she mumbled, "What do you want?"
"So, you are a whore after all, aren't you Mrs.
Miller?" he asked. My wife merely nodded. "I
thought so" he smirked.
"Go to the produce department and pick out the largest
cucumber you can find" he said to her. "I want
you to stroke the cucumber and suck and lick on it like it
was a cock. Do it very slowly and sexily, I'll be watching
on the security camera" he said. "Do it right
like the whore you are, now get moving!" he growled.
My wife scurried out of his office and walked quickly to
the produce department, wondering what she had gotten
herself into. She found the cucumbers and began looking
them over. She looked around for the security camera, finally
finding it tucked away up in the corner. She found a cucumber
that was at least 10 inches long and so fat that she couldn't
get her hand all the way around it. This should do nicely,
she thought to herself - if I can get this thing in my mouth!
She looked around and saw that the only other customer in
the area was a good 25 feet away. She faced the security camera
and began slowly stroking the pseudo-cock with her hand.
She brought it up to her mouth and began licking the sides,
pretending it was the manager's dick. My wife then
looked directly into the security camera and stuck the
cucumber in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on it
as if she were giving someone a blow job. She started to get
turned on! Unbelievable, she thought, maybe I am a whore!
After a few minutes of putting on a show in front of the security
camera, she walked back to the manager's office. He
had his cock out and had been stroking it as he watched her
work on the cucumber. "Sit down Mrs. Miller"
he said. "Pull your panties down and masturbate yourself
with the cucumber" he said matter of factly. My wife
felt like telling him that he was crazy, but thought again
about him pressing charges. Besides, she was a little hot
from the show she had just put on. She hiked her skirt up again,
and quickly stepped out of her panties. She sat back on the
chair and spread her legs wide. She slowly worked the huge
cock-like cucumber into her cunt, looking at the manager
the whole time. He was obviously enjoying himself, still
stroking his swollen dick. She put her head back and closed
her eyes, stroking the cucumber in and out of her wet pussy.
God this felt great! She was letting herself go, forgetting
that she was sitting in some stranger's office with
her legs spread wide and her panties on his desk!
The manager began talking dirty to her, getting her even
more excited. "Fuck yourself bitch. You little whore!
You're a whore Mrs. Miller" he taunted. Her climax
was building; his sexy talk was getting her even hotter!
"C'mon you slut, give yourself an orgasm!"
he hissed. As she felt her orgasm slowly building, the manager
stood up and placed his cock in her mouth. She sucked it in
- just what she wanted! She continued to assault her cunt
with the cucumber, faster and faster. "Suck it bitch!"
he said as he held the back of her head, literally fucking
her face! Her orgasm arrived in a series of pleasurable
waves swarming over her body. She tried to moan, but the
manager's orgasm had arrived also. He shot his load
right into her mouth, and then pulled back, splashing his cum
on her face and blouse. My wife tried to suck him back into
her mouth, whining for his cock. She licked him clean and
then scooped some his cum off her chin, eating that as well.
The manager was happily spent. As he tucked his cock back
into his pants, he handed my wife back her panties and the
black pantyhose. She smiled, and pulled both the panties
and pantyhose back on. The manager gave her a "Manager's
Special" coupon which entitled her to $100 worth
of groceries. "Anytime you need some more pantyhose
Mrs. Miller, I hope you choose to shop here" he said
smiling. "I've got lots of these special coupons
to help you out with your shopping needs" he added.
My wife told him that she enjoyed it as well, and then she
saw absolutely no reason to shop anywhere else!
End of Story