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The Barter System

Two months after we moved in, our dream home became a nightmare.  The plumbing went down, the water heater burst; there was an electrical fire in the kitchen that took out half of one wall.  I tried to do some of the repairs myself, but I’m an English teacher not a carpenter or a plumber so we decided to bite the bullet and hire one of each.  We were afraid of what the repairs would cost us but my neighbor suggested a team of handymen he knew.  He said they were very good and reasonably priced and if money was a problem, they often worked for barter.  My neighbor ran a used car lot.  He gave them a dirt-cheap deal on a low mileage truck and they fixed his roof for just the cost of the materials.

I called them and asked them to come over the next day!  Marty and Sam – the handymans.  I wanted to point out that it should be handymen, not mans but I figured it would be smarter not to antagonize people I needed.

They looked over the problems, did some calculations then promptly announced an estimate of $3,000 dollars.  I had to fan myself to keep from fainting.  There was no way I could pay $3,000 dollars for house repairs.  I was about to tell them never mind when I remembered what my neighbor told me.

“Say, guys.  I heard you sometimes work for barter.”

“That’s right,” said Marty, “but we don’t need no English lessons.”

I begged to differ but kept it to myself.  “Perhaps I have something else that would interest you?”

I saw both of them go bug-eyed, then Sam said, “maybe!”

I followed their gaze and saw my wife coming down the stairs.  She was dressed for the gym in a pink leotard and leg warmers.

“That’s one beautiful daughter you got there,” said Marty.

“That’s not my daughter!  That’s my wife, Sharon!”  I introduced her to Marty and Sam, then told her about my predicament.  “I’d love to have the repairs done right away, but we can’t afford $3,000.  The boys are willing to accept services in return if we can come up with something they can use.”

“Well, I certainly would like to have that water heater fixed!  I’m tired of cold showers.  So maybe I could offer my services in return.”

“What is it you do,” asked Sam.

“Do?  I’m a woman.  I’m sure the two could make good use of a woman.”

It took a moment for her words to sink in and then I laughed.  “That’s a good one, Sherry.”

“I’m not joking, Frank.  I’m sick of living in this broken down mess.  I want the house fixed up and if I have to suck cock to do it, then I’m game.”

Sam and Marty exchanged ‘too good to be true’ glances while I gave my wife the evil eye.

“Maybe we should discuss this in private?”

”Frank, don’t make a big deal out of this.  I do it all the time.”

”What?”  I tried to sit down and found that I was already sitting.  “What do you mean, you do this all the time?”

“How do you think I manage to stock our freezer with prime rib and thick steaks?  Not to mention how I got that new TV and those tickets to the theater we used last week.  I’m just sorry my hairdresser is gay because it costs a lot of money to get my hair this color.”

I was stunned.  I was beyond stunned!  My wife was sleeping with every business man in town and I didn’t even know it!  Marty and Sam didn’t know it!  But they knew it now.

”Frank, we’d be happy to take your wife’s services in trade but I’m afraid a blow job each will only cover the replacement of the water heater.  The electrical work is worth at least a fuck and if it’s as bad as I think, maybe even a DP.”

“DP,” I asked.

“Double penetration,” said Sharon.  “That’ll be just fine.  I’m sure we can work out the details as we go along.”

“It’s a deal,” said the handymen.  “When can we start?”

“Right now,” said Sharon then she dropped to her knees in front of Marty.  “Let’s do it.”

With shaking hands, he reached into his pants and pulled out his fat dick.

”Oh, that’s a nice one,” said Sharon.  “Much better than what Frank’s carrying around.”  She took hold of his plump member then gently ran her tongue around the tip.  Two twists of the tongue and he was already oozing pre-come.  Sharon licked it up then took the length of him into her mouth.

As I watched, I was blown away (no pun intended) by the feelings in my own body.  Seeing my wife deep throating another man, a relative stranger, send shivers of joy up and down my spine.

While she worked Marty’s cock with her lips, she motioned Sam to come closer, too.   He whipped out his cock, which was even bigger than his partner’s then used it like a fencing foil – nudging her in the cheek with the tip as she sucked.  Sharon grabbed hold of Sam, then pulled him down to his knees.  With a bit more prodding, she got him to lay down on the floor so his head was between her spread knees.  She reached down and unsnapped the crotch of her leotard, then lowered her pussy to his mouth, all the while working Marty’s cock with her lips and hands.

“Would you look at that,” said Marty.  “She’s like a fucking circus act!  Did you see how she got him under her without letting go of me?  That’s talent!”

I had to agree.  I’d never known my wife to be so flexible – in both the literal and emotional sense.  But here she was, juggling two well-endowed lovers while I sat to the side and watched.  It made me wonder about all those other encounters she had mentioned – the butcher and the salesman – I wondered if she sucked their cocks or if she had to actually fuck them to get what she wanted.

“It’s going to be a lot of work fixing that wiring.  The first really caused a lot of damage,” I said.

“I’m sure we can handle it,” said Sam as he wriggled out from under my wife.  He turned around on the floor, pushed his legs between hers and under the chair where Marty was sitting, then positioned himself so his cock was sticking right up into her.  Sam caught Sharon by the hips then pulled her down, impaling her on his flagpole.  She gasped, then moaned and started to work Marty’s cock harder and harder and faster and faster.

I got down on the floor and crawled over to the three of them.  I laid all the way down on my chest so I could see the spot where Sam’s cock was entering my wife’s pussy.  She was wet and ready – I knew from the smell and on one long pull, I saw the glistening of Sam’s dipstick.

“Fuck her,” I said, then wondered where that came from.  “I want to see you come up inside of her.  I want to see you fill my wife with your cream.”

“No problem, man.”  Sam changed his rhythm and suddenly he was squirting.   A second later, Marty was squirting, too.  Then there were fluids everywhere, running down her breasts, dripping along her thighs.

“Oh, let me.”  I pushed Sam aside then took his place.  I lapped up all of his come from my wife’s leg and pussy and then I went to work on her boobs.  It was so good – this man juice mixed with my wife’s sticky mess.

So it turned out we really needed more like $5,000 dollars worth of repairs on the house (they found termites) but I didn’t have to pay a dime.  Every cent of it was worked off by my lovely wife and her aching pussy.  Two hours a day, every day for three weeks.  Sharon was battered and bruises by the time it was over but I’d never seen her happier.

Next week, we’re going to hire a gardener and the car needs repairs.  Heck, on a teacher’s salary, bartering is the only way to make ends meet!

Small World

“Honey, I’m home.  Where are you?”

I cringed at the sound of my wife’s voice.  In a split second, I thought about the dirty dishes, the basket of laundry, the milk and eggs that I hadn’t bought.  Normally, I’m spot on with the housekeeping and errands, but on that day, I just lost all track of time.  You see I had placed an ad in the paper to sell my motorcycle.  I hadn’t ridden it in years, not since Louise and I were first married, and now that I was out of work I figured we needed the money I could get by selling it.

I got several calls right away, but only one guy could come over in the middle of the day.  That was Clarence.  I knew from the sound of his voice on the phone that he was black and that made me hesitate.  I’ve got nothing against black guys, but my wife is from this lily-white family.  The kind that still used nasty words to describe any black man they saw.  But it would be hours before she came home from work, so I told Clarence to come on by.  Well, man, the day just got away from me.  Clarence and I really hit it off and we were talking bikes and sharing a brew and then it was too late.  When I heard Louise call, all I could hope for was that she wouldn’t embarrass me.

Boy, was I surprised.

Louise took one look at Clarence, threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips.  I almost fainted dead away.

”What are you doing here?”

“I came to look at the bike.  I’m thinking of buying it.”

“Oh, no.  Haven’t you had enough?” Louise hooked her arm through Clarence’s then turned to me.  “Clarence had his knee operated on about two months ago.  Motorcycle racing.  Tore himself up something awful.”

“But I won the race! And I got the prettiest nurse in the hospital to take care of me.  A man doesn’t mind being laid up when he’s got Louise here giving him sponge baths and checking his temperature.”

Sponge baths?  And here I thought she was working hard at the hospital.

“You’re staying for dinner, aren’t you?” Louise said, nearly breathless with excitement.

“If I’m invited.  I’d love to!  But I don’t want you to go to any trouble on my account.”

“No trouble at all.  At least not for me.  Hank is in charge of the kitchen.  It’s the one thing he does right.” Louise rolled her eyes.  “He’s a gourmet as long as he’s in the kitchen, but once he’s in the bedroom his soufflés have a tendency to drop.  If you know what I mean.”  Then she winked at him.

She was flirting!  Flirting with another man, right in front of me!

“Why don’t we go sit down in the living room?  Hank will get us some drinks and hors devours.”  With her arm still linked through his, Louise led Clarence into the house.  I followed but detoured into the kitchen.

From in there I could hear them oohing and aahing and giggling in the other room.  Louise said something about her tired feet and Clarence said he had just the solution for that.  I peeked around the corner to see what they were doing.

Louise was sitting in my big armchair and Clarence was on the footstool in front of her.  He had her bare foot in his lap and he was massaging her feet with those thick fingers of his.   Louise never looked so relaxed in all our years of marriage!  She was laying back, eyes closed, sighing with contentment.

Clarence moved his hand up to her ankle, then to her calf and up to her thigh.  She was wearing her nurse’s uniform, a skirt and blouse so he had clear access if he wanted to go further.  And then he did!  His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt.  Louise started a bit, then sighed again.

What the hell was he doing with my wife!  I knew I should have interrupted.  A real man would have called him on the carpet then kicked his ass out the door – but I couldn’t.  It was so wonderful to see my wife drowning in pure pleasure and honestly it was doing something for me, too.  I grabbed my own crotch – felt my cock growing inside my pants.

Clarence switched to the other foot, then gave her leg the same treatment.

“Honey!” Louise called.  “How’s it coming?”

I ran back to the kitchen so my voice wouldn’t sound so close.  “I’ve got a lasagna in the oven for dinner but it’ll take about an hour.  I’ll be right there with some wine.”  I popped open a bottle, grabbed three glasses then went into the living room.  When I got there, Clarence was sitting on the couch acting as if everything were normal, as if he hadn’t just had his hand up my wife’s skirt.  “Here you go.”  I passed out the glasses, then poured the wine.

“Honey, do we have any ice cream?’

“No.  I don’t think so.”

“Well, I’m dying for ice cream.  I’d love to have some chocolate fudge for desert.  You know the kind I like.  It’s all dark and creamy with those big, fat chocolate chunks inside.  I could eat that all night long.”

Dark and creamy chocolate?  We weren’t just talking about ice cream and they knew that I knew.  It gave me this funny tingle in my stomach.  “Well, I guess I could go and buy some.”

”Why don’t you do that?  And Clarence and I will keep each other company while you’re gone.  Oh, and Hank.  Keep your cell phone on incase I think of anything else I need.”

The next thing I knew I was in the car and on the way to the store.  I knew that the second I pulled out of the driveway, Clarence was pulling in.  Parking his machine in my space!  It made me a little angry but at the same time it felt kind of exciting.  I could picture them together so easily.  His big black cock ramming my wife’s pink pussy.  I stuck my hand down my pants and grabbed my dick I as I drove.  The faster I wanked, the higher my speedometer climbed and it’s lucky I didn’t get a ticket!

I was just pulling into the grocery store parking lot when my cell phone rang.  I flipped it open and put it on speaker.  “Yes, honey?”

“Nuts,” she said, her voice all breathy and shaky.  “I want nuts for my ice cream and chocolate sauce.  I want to dribble that sauce all over those chocolate mounds and over those nuts.”  She gasped, moaned.

”Honey?  Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m just a little light headed.  It’s been awhile since I’ve had a decent meal so I’m starving.”

”Well, I’ll hurry.”

She hung up first.  I disconnected the call, then saw the indicator for an incoming file.  There was a photo downloading into my phone.  It opened slowly, bit-by-bit – at first I couldn’t make it out but once it was whole I got it.  It was Clarence – or rather, his big black cock with the head poised to enter my wife’s pussy.

Oh man, I nearly came right there.  The image of the two of them – her holding the camera phone right up to her snatch as he slid in.  A second picture.  Now he was buried inside of her.  Then a third – she was on her stomach now so he could finger her ass while he fucked her.  Geez, they were doing it like rabbits!  I stuffed my hand down my pants and jerked my cock as I viewed each of the photos again and again and on the third viewing I shot my load into my hand.

Gasping and groaning, I clutched the phone to my chest.  This was too good to be true.  Too good to end.  Controlling myself, but barely, I dialed my wife’s cell phone.

“Honey, the line here at the store is really long.  It’ll be at least an hour before I get home.  I hope you won’t be too bored.”

”Oh, don’t worry about us.  We’ll manage.”  Then I heard her gasp.

Damn, that was good. I disconnected the call then waited.  The next picture showed up five minutes later and another one five minutes after that.  Each one kinkier than the next.

Needless to say, Clarence is a regular dinner guest at our house, but oddly, every time he comes over, I have to run to the store for something I forgot.  Maybe one day I’ll get more organized. Then again, maybe not.