Tom and Betty were a fun couple in their thirties. They’d been together since high school and, despite a few bumps in the road, had been happily married for twelve years.

When Tom lost his job, things began to look pretty grim for them financially. While they didn’t have a ton of debt, they also had very little tucked away for a rainy day.

Betty worked as a waitress at a local diner near the Interstate. One evening, after a long day of job hunting, he stopped in the diner to have a meal with Betty during her break.

“I’ve been to every place I can think of, Betty,” Tom said wearily. “No one is hiring. Do you think your boss would consider hiring me as a cook or a dishwasher?”

“He just laid off one of the daytime dishwashers, so that’s not really an option either,” she sighed. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, Betty. But if we don’t figure out something soon, we are going to be evicted,” he said sadly.

“Oh, come on, I think the landlord will cut us a break for a month or two, until you find another job,” Betty insisted.

“Betty, we are already two months behind on the rent,” Tom admitted. “We needed cash to pay for the new tires on your car. I couldn’t let you drive on them anymore; they were bald.”

Betty looked at Tom and saw genuine worry. “So, what do we do now?” she asked.

A gentleman sitting in the next booth leaned over and said, “You can always sell her pussy.”

Tom frowned and said, “Dude, mind your own business.”

The man said, “I’d pay a lot of money to tap that. So would a lot of other guys. You’re sitting on a gold mine.”

The man got up and laid a business card on the table. He smiled, looking at Betty, and said, “Give me a call if you change your mind.”

Betty blushed, “Can you believe the nerve of that guy?”

“No doubt, like I’d ever let another man put his hands on you,” Tom said firmly.

A few weeks later, Tom and Betty were served with an eviction notice. They had ten days to pay at least fifty percent of their back rent, or they’d be escorted off the property by the police.

Tears filled Betty’s eyes, “What are we going to do, Tom? We don’t have anywhere to go!”

Tom looked at Betty and said, “Do you trust me?”

“Always!” she said.

“I think we both know we only have one option here,” he said grimly.

“I can’t do that! I can’t have sex with strangers!” she retorted.

“I don’t like the idea any better than you do, Betty! Do you have any other ideas?” he shouted.

Betty felt defeated, “No, I guess not. But I’m afraid.”

“What if I stayed in the room and watched you have sex with guys? That way, you’d be safe,” Tom suggested.

Betty glared at Tom, “Oh, I’d bet you’d like that, pervert!”

“Hey, I’m just trying to keep a roof over our heads, work with me here. Unless we come up with the money, we’re out on the street,” he argued.

Betty was silent for a few moments. Then she looked at Tom, “I don’t like it, but I don’t see any other options. I will do it, but you have to stay in the room.”

“It will be fine, Betty. I’ll call the man who left his card and see if he’s available, and how to go about this,” he said.

“You kept his card?” Betty asked.

“I did. I didn’t want it to come to this, but if it did, I wanted someone who already expressed interest. I have no idea how to go about this whole idea,” Tom explained.

Betty nodded, “Okay, give him a call.”

Tom dialed the number on the card and realized as the phone was ringing, he had no idea what he would say. So, when the man answered, Tom simply blurted out, “I’m ready to sell Betty’s pussy!”

The voice on the other end said, “Marvelous, I will text you an address. Bring that foxy lady of yours to me and I promise to fill her up good. Name your terms.”

Tom’s own voice wavered, “Stan, I have zero experience at this and have no idea what to charge. But I do know that Betty and I would prefer if I stayed in the room and watched.”

Stan chuckled, “Not a problem, my man. Now, how about I guarantee five hundred and we’ll go from there. If I feel like she’s worth more, I’m a generous man. I also have generous friends. But let’s start with just the three of us for now. You bring her, I’ll fuck her while you watch, deal?”

“Deal,” Tom said.

The text came through immediately after Tom ended the call. Stan sent the address and the time and Betty went to get herself ready.

When they arrived at Stan’s place, Tom said, “If you don’t want to do this, we can just turn around and go home.”

“Can we?” she asked, feeling near tears.

“Of course, we can! But I honestly don’t know how else we are going to come up with the money,” Tom said softly. “Betty, it’s five hundred dollars for maybe an hour or two’s work.”

Betty brushed away the tear that had escaped and rolled down her cheek. “Fine. Let’s just go in,” she said quietly. “It’s not like I don’t like sex, and this is purely a financial deal.”

“That’s my girl!” Tom said. “Would it help if I stroked my cock while he fucks you?”

Betty’s eyes flew open wide, “Oh, well, maybe!”

Tom rang the doorbell and Stan opened the door, wearing nothing but gym shorts. He grinned and looked Betty over like he wanted to devour her.

Stan invited them in and offered them each a drink. Betty figured alcohol would help her feel less inhibited and asked for a double.

With drinks in hand, Stan said, “Here’s how I see this going down. Betty’s gonna suck on my dick while I finger that pussy for a while. Then I’m gonna plow into that sweet little cunt and open her up wide. Tom, you can just watch, or you can stroke while I use Betty’s fine white, married pussy, but I’m in charge of her body while you’re here, understand?”

Tom nodded. Stan looked at Betty and said, “I like to talk dirty while I fuck. So, if I call you a cunt or a whore, I mean no disrespect, okay?”

Betty said, “That’s fine, I like it when Tom calls me names when we have sex.”

“Good, then you’re used to that. Now take off your dress, slut and get on your knees. Daddy needs his cock sucked!” Stan said as he dropped his gym shorts to the ground.

Betty gasped, and Tom’s dick twitched at the thought of her taking that large black cock in her mouth and her pussy.

Betty got naked quickly and was down on her knees in no time. Stan sat before her and said, “Start by licking the precum off the head of my prick, you little whore!”

Tom sat on the couch and rubbed his bulge through his jeans. Stan chuckled, “Makes you hot seeing my dark meat slide into her pretty little mouth, huh, Tom?”

Tom just nodded. While he’d always fantasized about Betty with other guys, he never thought he’d actually be sitting here watching her lick another man’s cock.

“Mmm, that’s good, baby. Now open that slutty little mouth for daddy. Let’s see if I can get far enough in to poke at your throat,” Stan instructed.

Betty obeyed like a good little slut as Tom unzipped his jeans and let his own erection spring free. Stan chuckled, “That’s right, Tom, stroke that prick while your slutty little wife gobbles up my cock!”

Betty’s jaw was a little sore from opening so wide to accommodate Stan’s thick shaft. But eventually Stan grabbed her head and pushed himself in as far as possible. Betty was choking on his dick, but Stan held her head in place and thrust his hips. Tom spit on his hand and stroked slowly while he watched his wife get used.

Stan eased up and let Betty catch her breath, while he played with her pink folds and shoved three fingers in her. He pushed his cock in deep again, cutting off her air while he rammed his fingers into her pussy. She came hard with his dick in her throat. Stan pulled her off and turned her around. “Sit back on my cock, daddy wants to fuck his little slut!”

Tom watched Stan’s thick black cock slide into Betty’s tight pussy and heard her scream, “Fuck! It’s too big!”

Stan ignored her cries and pushed into her, thrusting hard. He rubbed her clit with his hands and said, “Cum all over daddy’s hands, baby girl!”

She did as he commanded and sprayed her sweet juices while Stan continued to plow into her hard and deep.

Tom was stroking faster now. Stan took hold of Betty’s hips and pulled her down onto him, filling her up with more cock than she’d ever experienced.

“That’s right! Take all of daddy’s cock, slut. You know you like being daddy’s little bitch, don’t you? You like my thick meat stretching your cunt open,” Stan shouted as he pumped her hard.

Tom couldn’t hold back anymore, he removed his shirt, jacked his cock like a man possessed, and came hard all over his stomach and chest.

At the same time, Stan yelled out, “Cum for daddy, you fucking little whore!”

Betty’s back arch and she came hard, bucking like a bitch in heat. Stan grabbed her tits and said, “Oh, fuck, your little cunt is squeezing my cock. Here I cum, Betty! Take my seed, bitch!”

Betty came again while Stan’s balls let go and he pumped his full load into her cunt.

Stan was still panting when he said, “Tom, I will give you five hundred dollars to eat my cum out of Betty’s pussy.”

Tom hesitated, having never even considered doing something like that. But Betty said, “Really? You’re fine with Stan hammering my pussy for money, but you won’t help us double it by sucking his jizz from my cunt?”

Stan chuckled as he said, “My man, if this is truly about the money, I’d say you have no choice but to participate as directed. But you may want to let Betty lick your cum off you first.”

Tom got off the couch and went over to face Betty. With Stan’s cock still inside her, she cleaned up his stomach and chest, then said, “Your turn.”

Tom got on his knees and watched Stan’s prick slide out of Betty’s pussy right in front of his face. He had to admit, seeing cum ooze out of her this close up was pretty fucking hot. He leaned in and lapped up Stan’s seed, then he sucked on Betty’s clit and made her cum one more time.

When Betty was in the bathroom cleaning up, Stan handed Tom one thousand dollars cash. “Dude, it was totally worth the extra money to see the look on your face when I asked you to eat my cum out of Betty.”

“Well, it wasn’t something I’d ordinarily do, but it sure helped Betty think this was just about the money,” Tom admitted. “I honestly didn’t think she’d go through with this.”

“I imagine the fake eviction notice I sent was helpful in convincing her, huh?” Stan laughed.

“That was a nice touch,” Tom chuckled.

“I wasn’t joking about having generous friends, if you want to keep selling Betty’s pussy,” Stan offered.

“Nah, thanks for fulfilling my fantasy, but I think we’re good now,” Tom said.

Betty came out of the bathroom seductively. Having heard every word, she asked, “So, Stan, when do I get to meet your friends?”