Norma Egan - Widespread wife

Judy rode home silently, in a daze of horror. Now that Tony had those pictures, there was no way out of her nightmarish dilemma. Rather than let Tom see her like that, she'd do anything Tony asked. And apparently what he wanted was for her to be a hooker while he did her pimping. That must be one of the business sidelines he'd talked about.

"You get over to this address at ten o'clock tomorrow night," Tony said, handing her a slip of paper. "You better be there, and you better be good, or I'll hear about it – and good ol Tom will get a new photo album. Got it?"

"Yes, Tony," she said wearily, "I got it."

She tossed and turned and got a little sleep, but by the next evening she felt like she'd been through a wringer. Her conscience kept shrieking at her that she'd mined her life for one lousy fuck. If only she'd never gone out alone and hooked up with Tony! But it was too late now. She had no choice but to obey the man. She dressed with care for her "date" and went to the address Tony had given her.

At first Judy thought it was some kind of practical joke, that she couldn't possibly be wanted at this house. It was an honest-to-God mansion, a huge stone house in the wealthiest part of town. Any man rich enough to own such a place couldn't possibly need to buy his sex, could he? Still, Tony would be furious if she didn't carry out her assignment, so very nervously she went up and rang the doorbell.

The door was answered by a maid in uniform. Judy wondered what to say. Hi, I'm your friendly neighborhood hooker? She cleared her throat and said in a small voice, "Hello, I'm Judy Baker. I believe I'm expected."

"Yes, ma'am, this way, please," the maid said, completely unruffled. Maybe she thought Judy was the Avon Lady. Judy followed her into the enormous richly-furnished house. She was led through a maze of hallways and up a flight of stairs. The maid paused outside a door and knocked.

"Mr. Taylor," the maid called, "the young lady is here."

"Ah, yes," came a voice, "let her in."

The maid indicated the door and left. Judy stood there on trembling legs. Now she was supposed to walk through that door and fuck a man she'd never seen before in her life. Damn. Tony anyhow! Her hands were sweating as she reached out and turned the knob. She opened the door and walked hesitantly into a bedroom that looked like the setting for a Roman orgy.

"Come in, come in," a man boomed heartily. "Don't be afraid. Tony tells me you're new, but I know we'll get along just fine."

There was such a clutter of chairs, cushions, plants, sofas, and other stuff, that Judy took a moment to figure out where the guy was. Then she saw him seated in a big chair near the fireplace. He was perhaps in his early sixties, a big man with white hair and a pink face. His nose was pretty big, too. He wasn't attractive, but he did have an aura of power and money. He smiled and beckoned at Judy to come over closer.

"I'm Lawrence Taylor," he announced, "Larry for short. What's your name, my dear?"

"Judy Baker," she said timidly.

"Well, Judy, you're lovely," Taylor said, "and I want you to take off your clothes right away so I can admire more of you."

He said it all so calmly, even friendly, but to Judy it was like a bad dream. This would be the second time in twenty-four hours that she'd stripped for a stranger, a stranger who was going to be fucking her. She couldn't suppress a blush as she took off her coat. She stood there for a moment, letting him admire her cherry red jump suit, because apparently he wouldn't be seeing her in clothes for the rest of the visit.

"Just relax," Taylor said. "I don't bite. Here, I'll give you a little music, and you take your clothes off nice and slowly for me. That will be a treat."

He settled back, smiling and sipping at some kind of liqueur. He pressed a button built into the arm of the chair, and soft pleasant music filled the room. Judy licked her lips, took a deep breath, and started unbuttoning the front of her jumpsuit. Taylor smiled pleasantly.

She followed his instructions, unbuttoning slowly, and the pleasant music helped her relax. Dale had been right the other day. The best thing was just to take it easy, get it over with. Taylor seemed like a nice enough guy. She actually found herself returning his smile as she got the suit open all the way and let it wriggle down from her shoulders.

But as the jumpsuit fell to her feet, leaving her in just her black lace bra and panties, she got nervous again. Unlike Dale, who'd showed almost no reaction when she stripped for him, Taylor went wild. He grinned hugely as he ogled her tall curvy body, and he got red in the face and started to pant. He leaned forward in his chat. Judy, thinking he was going to spring at her, jumped back.

"You seem awfully nervous," he said pleasantly. "Don't you trust me?"

"Well," Judy said lamely, "it just struck me as kind of strange that a rich man should have to pay for sex."

"Go on undressing," Taylor said, "and I'll tell you about that." Judy reached around to unhook her bra, and he went on, "I prefer it this way. If I pay for it, there's no mess, no fuss, no strings. Ordinary women all want to marry me for my money, but this way I buy whatever I want and that's that. Besides, I like to do some things that most women don't go for."

So that was it. As she removed her bra, Judy looked around nervously for whips and black leather costumes – but she saw nothing to frighten her. She hoped that whatever he liked to do, it wasn't painful. She tossed the bra aside, and her full round tits wobbled into their natural thrust. Again Taylor got red-faced and started breathing hard.

"Lovely," he panted, "just beautiful. Dance a little for me, Judy. Make your tits move."

Blushing, Judy started swaying to the soft music. She'd never felt so self-conscious in her life, with that old guy looking pop-eyed at her gently jiggling boobs. There was something faintly creepy about the old dude, that was for sure. His pale blue eyes glittered as they followed the bouncing of her pert brown nipples. She glanced at his crotch but could see no sign of arousal.

"Now your panties," Taylor said with a happy sigh.

That was the part she liked least, showing her naked pussy to a stranger. But of course there was nothing for it but to do what he wanted. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching them down. Soon her fine black pubic curls started popping out from under the descending garment.

Taylor moved up to sit right on the edge of the chair, his glass of liqueur forgotten. Judy thought he was going to have apoplexy, he was so excited. His eyes bulged, his nostrils flared, and his breathing became very loud and heavy. Sweat appeared on his ruddy forehead.

"Yes, yes," he hissed, watching her eagerly, "yes, take off your panties, Judy, let me see all of you."

She wished she could get the hell away from this leering old fart, but she was stuck. Blushing deeply, Judy inched her panties down and down, till finally they popped over her pert round ass and over the sweet black triangle of her mans. Taylor sighed loudly and hungrily as the little garment tickled down her long legs and puddled on the carpet.

"Excellent," he said, sounding like a man who'd just run ten miles. He moved back in his chair again, getting relaxed. "Now I want you to perform a little trick for me, Judy. It shouldn't be too hard. Do you think you can jump up here and stand on the arms of my chair?"

"What?" Judy squawked. Then, remembering she was supposed to be a professional, she stammered, "Well, yes, Mr. Taylor, I suppose so, but why?"

He waved his hand impatiently. "Larry, not Mr. Taylor. And never mind why. Just do it. You're being liberally paid."

"All right," Judy sighed, "here goes."

Feeling like a complete idiot, she took a short run and jumped up to stand on the wide padded arms of Taylor's chair. As soon as she did it, she understood why. The old goat could look right up between her legs and see the whole scarlet moist expanse of her naked gash. And he sure as hell looked, grinning like a schoolboy.