Body Of A Slut Wife

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by Serrand » Sun Dec 11, 2016 5:12 am

I hope you continue your story. I really appreciate the amount of work you surely put into this.
Though, I have to criticize some points. In the last parts, for my taste, the wife wasn't very loving towards her husband. She only told what she wants and he's to go along with this. She says their relationship remains "unique", but for me there is nothing unique anymore. Under their new "arrangement" Ed would be nothing more than a servant and provider for Karrie nothing more. There still should be things, that Karrie should be exclusively doing with her husband, and I don't talking about him pampering Karrie for her lovers.
I know, this is a cuckold-story, but I also don't like Ed be this submissive to Karrie and a pontential new lover in the future.
Even you said it was unlikely I would really like to see that Karrie would get pregnant with a second child from Ed. Giving him some sort of an "atonemant" for her self-centered behavior at times.
But hey, that are only my thoughts. Of course, you have every right to do whatever you want with your story.
Hope to hear from you soon. Maybe you could give me a heads-up what you think about my suggestions.

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by viking53 » Sun Dec 11, 2016 12:02 pm

Just found this thread and I have really enjoyed it. Please do continue. You write really well and it really feels as if there is a lot of personal experience that has helped craft the story.

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Mon Dec 12, 2016 12:59 pm

First of all a big thanks to everyone who provided feedback either here or through P.M.'s It was very much appreciated.

And now back to the story


Fucking (with) Your Boss:

Fucking one’s Boss can earn you instant attention, recognition and all sorts of employment related rewards. On the other hand fucking one’s Boss can also turn into a very messy and awkward situation should the “train” come off the “tracks” for whatever reason. Fortunately for me the circumstances garnered me much reward of the former as opposed to the potential anguish and heartbreak of the latter……

A while after hubby and I reconciled (And I had a chance to heal myself physically; regaining some of the feeling back in my poor pussy. lol.) I began to feel an urge to go back to work. Precious little Karoline had just celebrated her fourth birthday and I hadn’t as yet returned to work since her delivery. The trouble was that during my absence from the work force our local economy had “tightened up” and I was unable to find much opportunity in my chosen field. As a result I wound up taking a job offer as office manager for a medium sized Real-Estate firm not too far from our home.

As the Gods would have it the Boss was a medium sized black man named Roger. On first impression it quickly became apparent that Roger was the type of business manager that wanted everyone to remember he was the “Boss” at all times; perhaps the type of person that needed to hear even closer friends call him "Sir" during office hours. A rather insecure and overcompensating fellow to say the least; Roger rested the palm of his hand firmly against the small of my back as he escorted me into his office to begin my official job interview that first day.

Anticipating the potential for a “spur of the moment” invitation for a formal interview, I had made sure to prepare as I readied myself that morning for the job hunt of the upcoming day. In addition to my usual morning shower I took extra time to shampoo and condition my hair, obtaining the benefits of both blow dryer and curing iron a bit later on in the process.

In attempts to get everything just right the first time, I talked myself through the entire morning routine.

“Makeup, including eyeliner, was to be applied sparingly; after all I wouldn’t want to come across as ostentatious or trashy. Perfume; a bit of Coco’s personal Chanel favorite; but just a hint!!.....strategically applied behind the ears, falling down both sides of my neck….and of course parallel to the belly button or “Navel” for any of you A&P freaks following along. Lol.

Lipstick; Whore red……generously applied. Yes…..I can hear the confusion going on in your heads right now. Why the garish lip-color when everything else follows the “less is more” protocol? Well….the short answer is that I happen to know this particular Real Estate firm is a male domain. And as most of you girls reading this will already know; the brighter red the lips…..the more the boys will like it.

Now, I must remember my razor……refreshing the smoothness of my pussy and ALL surrounding areas. I mean….I don’t think things will actually go that far but, as my dear Mother always cautioned me as a child.

“Karrie….a smart Girl Scout always prepares for the unexpected!!”

A part of hubby’s, “I’m so sorry I left you for almost an entire year Sweetie…..Please take me back” reconciliation gifting, included a prepaid voucher card to my usual Spa and Tanning House, so both my finger and toe nails had been freshly done in their usual red tone in preparation for job searching.

“So at this point it all boils down to choosing the right outfit. “Dress for success!!” Another piece of my Mother’s usual “go to” advice. I have a fairly new navy pinstripe skirt and jacket (matching of course); so what better than a power suit to establish that “Power Woman” persona and confidence.

Now….to top things off I’ll wear my red, guaranteed 100% silk, high collar, long sleeved, button down blouse. But before that…my lacy red low support bra will surely give the girls just a bit of wobble with my steps. With that settled I’m almost ready to leave the house.

Just one more thing left….a pair of suitable shoes. They have to be red of course; sharp pointed power toe design……ah..…here’s my pair of bright red 4 inch heels…..hmmm??…..perhaps a bit too high for a potential job interview…..Oh well what the heck!!……..What’s the point of taking a knife to a gun fight anyways…….right??”

I was out the door and on my way by 09:30hrs. that morning!!!

>>>> <<<<

Taking up his seat Roger sat facing me across the large desk in his high backed leather office chair before posing the first of his questions; just as I sat across the desk from him in my low back leather office chair, the pair of us sizing each other up like two prizefighters about to get started with the Main Event. Thinking back on it now, it was one of those situations that brimmed with double talk and innuendo. Perhaps the cause was simply characteristic of the surroundings; the fact that we were meeting in a Real Estate sales office; a place where Bullshit and deceit are routinely qualified through lies and exaggeration.

It was definitely one of those times where, as a medium sized man with a maximum sized ego; I knew exactly what Roger was asking and expecting without so much as a word passing between the two of us. Just as I was equally aware of exactly what; as a currently unemployed housewife and Slut, I was willing to deliver.

And so it was on.

“Tell me Karrie, what skills do you possess? What is it that sets you apart from the rest of the applicants? What makes you a “must hire” for this position?”

“Well you see Sir…..”

I decided to address Roger as Sir, dealing the “submissive” card right off the bat. It was a role that I was feeling more comfortable with……more natural in as time went on; especially when dealing with dominant (or in Roger’s particular case, a dominant wannabe lol.) black men. This role was now quickly becoming the “norm” for me. I took the time needed for a small stifled cough and a contemplating groan that indicated I was clearing my throat….. making myself ready to begin talking the “serious talk.”

Luckily (or maybe not) I HAD pulled on a pair of rather expensive red lace panties underneath the navy pencil skirt of my business suit that morning. The panties were a Valentine’s Day gift from Buck. “Lucky Panties” he had called them as he handed me the shiny red Victoria’s Secret carry satchel. Sitting there, directly opposite to Roger across the big desk I was very deliberate; taking my time as I purposefully uncrossed and then re-crossed one of my legs over the other; trying my best to stealthily imitate that Sharon Stone move from Basic Instinct. And as one red patent stiletto carefully completed its rotation above and around the other, I made sure that my future Boss got a “generous” glimpse of the primary color of our great country’s flag lurking beneath my skirt, in the process.

Once I had finished repositioning myself in the low leather chair I began my response in earnest for a second time.

“You see Sir……I’ve always been the sort of girl who does whatever it takes to get the job done.”

“Hmm…..I see!!!” Roger replied, taking his time to put an exaggerated amount of emphasis on his reply. And although he had tried his best not to “peek” I was certain that if he were questioned as to what color underwear I had put on that morning, he would have had no problem being able to provide the correct answer.

“Yes Sir……You see I think it goes way back to my high school Cheerleading days. I just hated loosing so badly that……well….. you probably know how these things go even without me saying so…..but…..well…..I simply did whatever it took back then to get my boys motivated to go out and make the big plays…..”

“Ummm….Yes….now that you paint the picture I have no trouble imagining you as a Cheerleader back in the day…For sure!!” Roger’s interest was definitely piqued. I had his full attention and I meant on keeping it.

“Oh…..Ah….Thank you Sir”

“Now tell me Karrie……what would you describe your strongest skill in the office to be?”

“Oh that’s easy Sir. My strongest skill would definitely be my “oral skills” Sir. Hands down Sir……Anywhere I’ve worked before, people have always complimented me on the way I was able to use my mouth Sir!!!”

“On the way you were able to use your mouth Karrie??!!” Roger’s high pitched response was telling. He seemed visibly bothered now and was shifting almost continuously in his oversized chair.

“Can you explain a little more about just how you used these “oral skills” at your last job Karrie??”

“Oh……Yes Sir……You see Sir, I pride myself on my conversation skills and my telephone manners. So whenever I spoke with clients; either on the telephone or face-to-face, I was always careful to be pleasant when I greeted them and make sure that I treated them with respect as I listened to their concerns. I’ve been told that I possess a very pleasant telephone voice Sir.”

“Oh…..Y-Yes….I see what you were meaning now…ah…..Karrie. Yes indeed.” Roger was again shuffling about in his chair; somewhat uncomfortable, he was tugging at the tight collar of his dress shirt and seemed a bit preoccupied with the official looking papers that he held in his hand.

“Yes Sir……..What did you think I was meaning Sir??”

“Oh, no…..never mind Karrie….ah….Let’s see now…..ah…..moving on to the next question then, Are you competent at Shorthand?”

“Oh yes Sir…very much so. Short hand……long hand. I’ve had lot’s of men tell me that I am very good with my hands Sir.”

At this point I couldn’t help but stifle a small giggle instantly thinking that perhaps I had went too far with my innuendo this time. I tried to pull back, attempting to return the proverbial train to the proverbial track once again.

“I’m sorry Sir……I didn’t mean for that to come out that way exactly. I know what you were meaning and your answer is definitely “Yes.”

By this time a bead of sweat had broken out, coating the dark skin on Roger’s forehead directly above his dark rimmed “Buddy Holly” glasses. He reached to pluck a Kleenex out of the tissue box to his right but as quick handed as his attempt was, the sudden move still created noticeable embarrassment. Now visibly shaken and clearing his own throat, perhaps to divert attention from the drops of sweat squeezing under the boundaries of the heavy plastic rims and leaking into his eyes, Roger continued with what I hoped would be one of the last “questions” he would need me to answer; finally putting a stop to this silly charade.

“Ah…..Now Karrie!! I just have one more question for you today and then we’re done. Now...let’s say you noticed one of the agents having a bad day in the office. What would you do??”

Thank goodness this was finally coming to an end I thought.

“Well Sir that’s easy. I’d approach him and try to console him in some way….even if the least I could do would be to just listen carefully to his issues. By the look of this office, being that I would be one of the few women working here, I just think that men respond quite differently to a bit of that kind of attention coming from a woman; much more so than they would with a man.”

Roger looked relieved. Like a drowning man finally pulled to shore; the ordeal finally over.

“Oh well yes Karrie….indeed….I think you’re quite right there.”

Roger again shifted in his chair and reshuffled the bunch of papers he held in his hand.

“Well Karrie….I think this interview narrows our candidate search down quite nicely. I have a really good feeling about you and your qualifications. Would it be alright to call you sometime early next week if our decision is to hire you??

Yessssssss!!!!…..These optimistic sounding words causing a little tingle beneath my red lace; my feeling of joy bursting from deep in my core was doing a little happy dance at the back of my mouth.

“Oh yes Sir!!….Anytime next week would be good Sir.”

“Well okay then Karrie……Thanks for coming in and you will probably be hearing from us soon…..Okay?”

This had gone well. Definitely in my favor…..or so I thought. I just needed something else……..one last thing…….some angle that would push me over the top for this. I stood up facing Roger, still sitting across the desk in his chair. Why had he not stood up?? At least he hadn’t yet. I was sure he would want to escort me out of the office and on my way. I was almost looking forward to having his hand touch my back again. He continued to sit there staring; his dark beady eyes devouring my presence were unable to camouflage the lecherous little man hiding behind them.

“Very well Sir….but…..I just have one question if that’s okay.”

“Of course Karrie go ahead…..You can ask me anything you like.”

There was only one plan I could think of on the spur of the moment like this. This was it. One bullet left and now was the time to fire it. "I hope this works" was my last thought.

“Well you see Sir……It’s about the office dress code. I imagine this office does have a dress code?”

Roger’s head was slowly nodding, almost mesmerized, following an up and down pattern.

I carefully wiggled my narrow skirt up and above my knee, making it possible to place my right shoe up and onto the seat of my former chair.

“You see Sir I have a small tattoo here on my ankle. I just wondered if it would be okay for me to come in for work bare-legged, or would you want me to keep it covered up by wearing dark toned stockings while I’m working?”

Rogers eyes were wide. They looked like giant white marbles trying to escape from their orbits. His body involuntarily rose from his chair; standing now; bending at the hips to gain better access; a closer and more direct view of my bare leg, ankle, and small tattoo. And then I noticed it…….the reason Roger had remained seated behind his desk, so reluctant to stand and shake my hand wishing me a farewell as our time together was expiring.

From the bulging tent now visible in the front of his trousers, I estimated Roger’s cock to be approximately seven….perhaps even seven and one half inches on his best days. Certainly not huge……well definitely not huge after experiencing as much as I had of Buck……and well within the average range; but it was all right there, shamelessly on display and standing proud; if cock’s had fingers Roger’s would have wanted to reach out, tracing all over the edges of my small Spades tattoo first hand.

“Oh…..Ohhh K-Karrie……that’s quite a tattoo you have there.” Roger managed to croak out from his obviously parched throat. He was hunching his back over the desk, waving his short arms around in front of him as he spoke; perhaps believing that their movement would in some way prevent my detection of the stiff iron rod pulsing against the back of his zipper.

Undaunted I continued.

“Yes I had it done for an old boyfriend…..it’s a design that he actually came up with especially for me. I thought that since it had some red ink in it, that people in the office here might think it gaudy and object to my not covering it up.”

“Oh!!…Oh no!!….No Karrie…..I don’t think it will cause any kind of a problem here.”

Roger was retaking his chair; his plump erection now safely below the desk top and out of sight. He was looking and acting like a man that had just recently been mugged.

“Oh….Okay then….just wanted to make sure.” I giggled as my feet made their way towards the closed door. But just as my hand fist made contact with the brass door knob I heard Roger’s dry crackling voice once again behind me.

“Oh….Ah…..Karrie…..Ah…..Listen….about waiting for that call next week…..forget it. You have the job for sure. You can start Monday morning at nine if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh…Okay!!…..Thank you very much Roger!!” I smiled looking back at him as I walked through the now open door.

I sooo sooo love this life!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Wed Dec 14, 2016 12:32 pm

The Double Agent:

One afternoon into the third week as Office Manager at my new job I looked up from my paperwork to see Roger standing in front of my desk. As was his usual practice whenever I wore anything low cut or button down, (me normally leaving the first few buttons open) I caught him craning his thin little neck, attempting to get a down-blouse view of my cleavage.

“What can I help you with Roger!?!?” I asked doing nothing to camouflage my annoyance of his not-so-stealthy surveillance of my boobs and brassiere.

“Oh……Karrie….It’s good news; in fact it’s better than good news. It’s great news!! I need to talk to you……right now…. i-in my office.” Roger held his hand directly in line with the heavy frames of his thick glasses, making a stabbing motion in the air with his skinny little index finger towards the direction of the open door leading to his office.

Consistent with general office opinion, I needed only a few days at my new job to agree that Roger was indeed a cagey and slimy little weasel. Always with an ulterior motive and pushing that double-deal Roger would surly attempt to sell a hump to a Camel, snow to an Eskimo, or perhaps even his own clichéd “Grandma” if he could find a buyer willing to purchase her. When Roger said he had good news; what it really meant was that it was good news for Roger.

“Fine…….I’ll be there when I get finished what I’m doing right now…..Okay??” Again my annoyance and irritation with Roger bleeding through in my response.

Fifteen minutes later I found myself in front of his desk, this time his eyes aiming for an up-skirt as I took the low back chair across from him.

“Ah…Karrie…..I’ve just been given wonderful news!! You know that condo project…..the big one that’s going to be started toward next Fall…..well we’ve got it. EXCLUSIVE!!!!!!! All 150 units are ours to sell…..What do you think of that!!!”

Roger simply could not contain his own anxiety spiked feelings of joy. His forehead was covered in sweat as were his thick glasses, and he kept reaching into the box of Kleenex on his desk for tissues to keep his skin dry. The wild, almost savage look in his eyes gave support to my suspicions and although hidden beneath the large desktop I assumed he was once again attempting to conceal the "tell-tales" of an erection between his legs.

“Well….what should I think of that Roger?? I imagine it will mean a lot of extra paperwork for us at the front desk.” I deadpanned back to him.

“Well….Karrie…that’s just it. If I have my way you won’t be at the front desk. No…..that’s just it. You see we are going to need more Agents. Women agents Karrie….Females!!! That’s where you come in!!!

Again, exasperated with this little scoundrel, I decided that he needed to have things spelled things out for him.

“Roger!!….Surely you know only AGENTS can sell properties because they have Broker’s licenses….Right?? Since I’m not a Real Estate Agent and don’t have a Broker’s license…….that means I don’t sell properties….Right??”

“Well…..that’s just the thing Karrie. I have lots of friends with the Real-Estate Board Karrie. They could get you set up with a license….no problem. Just think 150 units Karrie!! Think of the retail value….the total sales volume…..the percentage!!!! Karrie……think of the money you could be makin sellin these properties!!! Oh….think of the money the office will make!!”

Roger quickly getting on a roll didn’t stop there. He continued explaining…..convincing me how and why I would fit into his plan so perfectly. He had it all worked out in his own devious little mind.

The Condo project was to be built on the upscale side of the predominantly Colored part of the city. Each of the 150 units would be either two or three bedroom plus den, and were to be advertised as “luxury suites”. Large living spaces, open floor concept, multi-bath, underground parking with extra stalls available for purchase; of course no children, no pets, and fitness and (possibly) swimming facilities available in a large multi-purpose common area. Although perfect for young married’s; the primary target market would be young professional, upwardly mobile black singles.

According to Roger I would be the quintessential marketing agent for this type of market, especially with young black single (or married) males. A MILF in sheep’s clothing. White, female, middle aged…..excuse me…..early middle aged, a bit above average height, professional appearance, quick on-your-feet type of thinker, type “A” personality, driven attitude, and in Roger’s own words…….

“Karrie…..let me be honest with you. You have big boobs and a pretty smile. It’s the boobs and the smile…..that’s what you really need in this business to sell the product to men…..trust me!! And using your naturally convincing ways you will be a star.”

And as he wiped the sweat from his overheated forehead one last time Roger croaked out a forced laugh as he put what he believed to be the icing on the cake as far as securing my agreement with his ingenious plan.

“Karrie…..You have the “double package.” A head for Business and a body for Sin!!”

Oh……MY…….GOD!!!!…….Is it any wonder this man couldn’t muster one single friend in this office.

But……despite the audacity and overall cheesiness of this insipid little weasel, Roger did make a point. In the Real-Estate “Biz” as it were, when the time is right and the market hot….there is nothing but money and good fortune to be had. Now that I had arrived in these new surroundings, I might as well make the best of it by jumping in with both feet. And even though Roger would, without a doubt, come calling at some point for compensation of his “generous help and guidance” it would probably be in my best interests to take him up on his offer of arranging for me to obtain my Selling license.

>>>> <<<<

True to his slimy guarantee, after only a few weeks of studying Real Estate law, contracts, and learning how to use a Carpenters tape measure to calculate square feet; and of course after the petitioning of Roger’s “special” help; I wrote and passed the final Sellers exam.

I was now a bona fide Real Estate Agent; ready to take my “show” on the road and make my big splash in the perplexing and inscrutable world of Real Estate. I was beginning what I imagined to be at the time, a wonderful and exciting new step in my already wonderful and exciting young (early middle aged lol.) life.

I would be employed as a Sales Agent with Roger’s office while plying my craft for the next four years. At that time, as my license was expiring and in need of renewal; I chose instead to step out of the sales business and put my skills and abilities to better use elsewhere. And although I will continue to value this period of time in my life as one that was special and unique, I am in no way sorry for the choice I made at that time to leave Roger and the “Biz” behind.

OOAA

Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by OOAA » Thu Dec 15, 2016 4:56 am

Great stories from a great writer!!! ;)

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Tue Dec 20, 2016 8:07 am

For Sale…One Slightly Used Soul:

“They” claim that the average person spends about one-third or 30 percent of their life at work and on the job. To be successful in the Real-Estate sales world that percentage needs to be higher…...significantly higher. Selling other people’s property is not a job; it’s a lifestyle. A commitment that is all-encompassing. One is either all in; or is not in at all.

This was perhaps the very first reality of this business that I was presented with just shortly into my new role as Sales Agent. As I kept a keen eye on the others that shared this same role in the office, especially the female Agents, a number of other realities soon began to surface; many of which I shall attempt to present and explain here if only in brief. Nonetheless their combined existence points to the fact that this new role that I had chosen for myself was indeed a game of hardball where everyone played for keeps; as well as one that granted literal meaning to some of the old clichés such as “the early bird gets the worm” and “you snooze; you lose”.

Another of the early realities that drew my attention is that there are really NO friends in the Real-Estate sales business!!! If someone, another Agent or manager perhaps, does take a bit of time attempting to convince you that they are your friend or confidant, that likely means they either want something from you or are simply soliciting your trust, hoping to somehow discover a weakness or deficiency which they can mentally document and use against you in some form at a later date.

The entire industry itself revolves around money and monetary values. The sales end of it especially tends to be ruled by the principal that you close the sale at any cost regardless of the consequences which may (or may not) follow. This was indeed the philosophy which was respected and encouraged at the office where I was employed. Virtually everyone bought into this thinking at some level and, as you might imagine, this scenario created an atmosphere of competition and conflict that was simply insane.

Competition between selling Agents could only be described as fierce; both inside the office, becoming an integral part of the normal working atmosphere, as well as outside of the office; extending beyond the confines of the professional setting and into one’s home and personal life. It seemed everything one had; everything one did; everywhere one went, became part of a much larger competition. This “show and tell” component was especially popular with the female Agents.

Inside the office of course there was the usual “mainstream” gossip, as there is in just about any office or working environment. A watercooler inventory of the latest promotions, engagements, marriages, divorces and intra-office affairs. Updated on a regular and daily basis. Of course individual sales “escapades” and “bottom-line” figures and totals were also included as a major part of the ongoing deliberations.

But in addition to the usual daily airing of dirty laundry as goes with any normal working environment, this place seemed to generate something extra; something “special”. In this office there existed yet another level of relentless scrutiny; one that went above and beyond the conventional slandering of a co-worker:

“Hey did you guys notice……What’s up with those shoes Karrie has on today?? They don’t even come close to matching that “swatch” she’s wearing as a dress” – “Yea…..Well that tiny thing she’s wearing; I’m sure it started out its life being somebody’s handkerchief.”

“Yesterday Karrie’s outfit was sooo tight!! You could see everything……especially on top!!! I don’t even think she was wearing a bra” -- “Barb Honey…. I’m sure she doesn’t even own a bra……but the best part of it is that those tits of hers are sooo saggy!!” -- “YEA……They’re gonna be down to her waist pretty soon if she doesn’t start trussing them up. Lol.” – “Yea….Well bein an old Hippie I’m all for letting everything hang out as it should…..But I mean when you have a set of “Juggs” like those ones…..you just have to keep em in a brassiere!! Udderwise you're just looking for trouble. Udderwise....get it.....UDDER-wise Ha Ha.”

“That tattoo on Karrie’s ankle is a sure sign of being a Slut. I’m sure it’s one of those tattoos you get when you’re into Black guys isn’t it Barb??” – “How would I know; I’m not into Black guys.” – “No matter; I just know she’s a Slut; I can just smell it on her”

“Jay said that one day last week Karrie went into Roger’s office and sucked him off. Twice!! Jay told me so himself. He said he was walking past Roger’s window and he could see them in there through a crack in the blinds. She was actually on her knees sucking him off!!” – “I wonder if she was able to get all of him inside her mouth??” – “Of course she would have. You know, especially if the rumors about Roger are true….Apparently he’s hung like a mouse. Lol.”

“Karrie fucks all of her clients you know…..Every one of them!! That’s the only way she’s able to get her listings.” – “Yea I’m sure that’s the way she operates. Hell….a Slut like her; you just know she’d be fucking all of them.”

“I hear Karrie’s husband doesn’t give a shit. Let’s her do whatever she wants as long as she brings home the commission.”

“I hear Karrie’s Bi. AC/DC that stupid Bitch. Doesn’t even know which team she wants to play for.”

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Another of my early discoveries about the “Biz” was that nothing was sacred and nobody was off limits in terms of securing the buyer and completing the sale. Every Agent had his or her own secret arsenal of underhanded weaponry, ranging from exaggerated listing claims and commission slashing, to outright client theft.

Apparently the old myth of using one’s “sexual abilities” to encourage a deal along, or even more commonly to close out a sale, was turning out to be not that much of a myth at all. Of course the fact that “sex sells” rang through loud and clear at every stage of most every sales transaction. Again an association pointed mostly toward female Agents; and one that of course was never openly acknowledged; but it was a well-known fact that many of the “ladies” regularly employed their “special skills” and “charms” to propel a property transaction along.

Now I can almost hear all of you wondering; asking yourself the million dollar question:

“Did our Karrie follow suit??”

Well…..When in Rome…..right!! So…..Yes….. My answer is Yes I did. Lol.

So much so in fact, that I began to experience some confusion in my own mind as to what occupation I was actually in. Was I a Real-Estate Broker or was I a commission Prostitute???

Looking back now I have to chuckle to myself, thinking that had my official occupation been indeed listed as that of Prostitute or Call-Girl; my business licensing fees would have been considerably cheaper and not to mention much easier to obtain. Lol.

As I entered into the Real Estate business I (albeit unknowingly) sold my soul to the Devil. (At fair market value of course. lol.) Four years later, with my mind to leave the profession made up, I had no idea whether the Devil would sell it back to me.

Number of female Sales Agents in this business: ever increasing…….Number of female Sales Agents who sleep with their clients to close a sale (cuckolding their mostly unsuspecting hubby’s in the process): staggering…….Feeling of exhilaration, euphoria, and victory after closing a sale (especially if the closure was a challenge): priceless!!!!!!!

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Thu Dec 22, 2016 8:12 pm

A Short Symphony Of Slutty Sex:

During the time I spent employed as a Real-Estate Sales Agent I acted on behalf of many remarkable and unusual clients, both as buyers and sellers of residential and commercial properties; each of them looking for something slightly different while employing distinct and methodical strategies in attempts to satisfy their varied and individual needs.

Of course as I have already alluded to, my work in this field afforded me the opportunity for many memorable experiences; each one as unique and unconventional as the client I was either working with or working for. Again as I have previously hinted at, a number of these “situations” involved some degree of flirting and/or sexual activity; sometimes to initiate the buy/sell transaction, and at other times to simply “move things along”.

In terms of providing readers with some insight into circumstances during these special and interesting times, let me share a few of my more memorable adventures as a thirty something, loosely principled, female Sales Agent.


Dobermans Wearing Lipstick:

For the first two months after obtaining my Broker’s license, I worked tirelessly scheduling meetings with newly assigned clients and networking with other Agents, both in the office as well as with Sales Representatives from other “neighboring” Agencies handling properties listed on the “MLS” (Multiple Listing Service) program.

Roger’s “official” office policy was that new clients and “walk-ins” (“fresh meat” or “new fish” as they were more commonly referred to by most of the Agents in our office) were to be assigned in order of contact on a rotating basis to each Agent in turn by the front desk Reception staff. This was not always the case however, and as a “Newbie” with no previous client contacts, I have to admit that Roger was very generous in terms of ensuring that my assigned “caseload” was growing with new listings and potential buyers being added frequently.

Although I did manage to close two property sales during that period of time, both of which had been prospective deals initiated by Roger some weeks earlier, it wasn’t until my third month on my own that I realized my first big breakthrough.

I had acquired a client; a tall, handsome, well to do, middle aged black man named Jarvis. Despite having just passed his “prime” Jarvis still possessed the muscular physique and carried himself like a trained athlete. Highly educated, well dressed, and very well spoken, Jarvis was also extremely shy with a soft gentle voice and an almost over-reserved manner. As he sat across from me in my office he disclosed that he was in the market looking to purchase a large, upscale Penthouse Suite. He also explained that he was not a “first time” buyer having owned a couple of smaller condo type suites previously, but that this would be his first time shopping for a home with this level of luxury and convenience.

As it just so happened another Agent(s) in the office; actually two fifty-something sisters who both worked part time and shared the same client folder, listing and selling together as a team, had just obtained an MLS listing on what appeared to be a "property-of-interest" earlier that week.

As I sat showing Jarvis pictures and sales sheet details on the listing we decided on arrangements for me to show him the property, making an appointment with the owners for a viewing the next evening.

Early that next afternoon however, getting wind of my evening appointment with Jarvis; these two “Bitches” snuck into my office, “hacked” into the client contact file on my laptop, (I use the term “hacked” more for dramatic effect than for historical accuracy. What actually happened is that these two horrible Wenches simply went into my office and spied on my laptop, which I had left “open” to my appointment schedule page, as I had gone across the street to get myself a cup of coffee at the Seven/Eleven.) obtained Jarvis’ telephone number, contacted him immediately and offered to cut their commission rate on the listing; thereby enabling themselves of course to sell the property to him at a somewhat reduced price.

As I explained earlier……There are NO FRIENDS in the Real-Estate business!!!!

To my good fortune however, during our later visit to view the Suite, Jarvis had the moral integrity to reveal what had happened.

As the viewing had left Jarvis with a keen interest in the property, coupled with the fact that the commission on the sale would represent a sizeable sum of money; I decided that it was probably time that him and I sat down for a “serious” conversation about finalizing this sale…...


There are very few things that could have irked me more, especially given my first big sale, than a couple of NOSY FUCKING BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Sat Dec 24, 2016 1:03 pm

Holiday Greetings:

I just wanted to wish all of the readers; especially the ones following my story (lol.) a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!!!

As this is one of the few years that I have actually managed to stay a bit ahead with preparations for the big day, I find myself with a few minutes to spare over the Holiday weekend.

As a result I have decided to try and prepare a few extra pieces of the story which I intend to post over the Christmas weekend.

For those of you who also find yourselves with a few extra or spare minutes and want the latest updates, you can check in to follow up.

It will be just like we’re all one big happy family, spending some time together over the Holidays.

I’m so excited I simply can’t wait!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Karrie
(and hubby ed.)

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Unread post by KarrieKraves » Sat Dec 24, 2016 11:46 pm

A Head For Business And A Body For Sin:

Awake and out the door early the next morning I had my plan formulated and ready to be put into action. I telephoned Jarvis at about 09:30 from the office, informing him that I had new and updated information on the Penthouse Suite. I invited him out to meet me for a drink that afternoon, on the office tab of course, in order that I could better explain what I had found out. Speeding away from the office at noon, I rushed home for some last minute rehearsing and to get ready for my afternoon meeting.

I must admit that the thought of those two evil Bitches and their brazen attempt to steal my thunder out from under what was sure to be my first real “close”, had been foremost in my mind since Jarvis had disclosed their diabolical intentions the evening before; the resulting emotions generated by my now flaring temper keeping me on an anger high throughout an entire night of fitful sleep.

I would get even; those two fuckin old Whores!!! They were fucking with the wrong person; I was prepared to do WHATEVER it would take!!! I might still be a Newbie at this business, but I didn’t plan on giving up without a fight. Surely I could beat them at their own underhanded game.

And Jarvis??......Well……By the time I was through with Jarvis he wouldn’t have any idea which bus HAD run him over!!!!!

>>>>> <<<<<

Once at home I took a few minutes to collect myself attempting to take the edge off with an extra-large glass of J. D. and Coke on the rocks. Liquid courage…….Well if that’s what was needed sometimes……then so be it.

As I planned to be very candid and to the point with Jarvis I felt I needed to both look and act the part. After all…..it’s all about image and presentation in this game……Right??

“Look the part….Act the part…..Be the part!!!!”

I repeated these words over and over to myself as I stood in front of my closet picking out a suitable outfit to wear. I wound up choosing one of my red backless, wrap top blouses. Reaching down just below my waist it was designed so that the material making up its long sleeves clung to my chest and shoulders creating a deep wide Vee leaving my entire back totally bare; while the front panel included two long “ties” at the bottom that wrapped around the lower part of the back before meeting to be tied together in a stylish knot at the front.

Of course its design made it impossible for me to wear a bra; and because it was made of such a sheer, almost transparent material, my red toned nipples and the wide dark circles that surrounded them would be easily visible from almost any angle, providing some form of backlight was present. As a paring I selected one of my shortest red skirts coupled with a pair of my tallest red heels, which I was sure would make both the dark and colored ink of my “Spades” tattoo stand out like a flashing stoplight just above my right ankle.

I deemed both panties as well as wedding rings to be counterproductive to my plan; so I left both of these items back safely in my dresser drawer at home. The case of whether or not to keep my wedding ring set on or off held no great significance for me……and Jarvis HAD already seen me wearing them the day before. I just felt like I might be able to accomplish my mission a bit easier by not bringing them along. Perhaps I thought I could be even more of a Slut without them. Of course the case for no panties needs no further explanation here.

Pausing again for a few minutes I began thinking back; trying to figure out exactly where things stood for me sexually at this point in my life. I hadn’t had sex with a black man since Buck had left; dissolving the relationship we had been building to that point. Doing a quick time calculation I realized that it had been over eight months ago now!!! In fact….despite all that hubby and I had discussed and agreed upon about opening our marriage to others; black men that I would choose as lovers and boyfriends; the only person I had engaged in intercourse with during that entire time was him. Not that I had lost interest or changed my mind or any similar reason; it was simply because I had been so busy with my new job and change of career that I just didn’t have the time to pursue any other interests. Focusing on this fact I suddenly realized that indeed hubby and I HAD been totally exclusive in terms of PIV sex (penis in vagina) for over one half of an entire year now!!! Not that hubby was completely unable to satisfy me; it was just that once a woman gets used to wearing Versace……it’s very difficult for her to go back to styles by Timothy Eaton.

Of course I had engaged in oral sex with a few others during that time; repayment of favors owed to Roger my Boss, and I had given one of my clients a blow job in order to close a deal at the office, but…….. as one of the great Presidents had once commented…….fellatio…….somewhat like having intercourse with hubby……couldn’t be considered as having real sex.

These musings continued to chase themselves around in my somewhat clouded consciousness as I decided to conclude my pre-appointment preparations with a second, somewhat smaller glass of J. D. and Coke on ice.

On the way out the door and to the car I was unexpectedly hit with a major realization.

So far my entire plan had been motivated mostly by anger and revolved around revenge and my desire to “settle the score” with those two pathetic old Bitches. Suddenly I recognized that there was indeed a second and very significant component to my initial strategy; the “other side of the coin” so to speak.

I needed a good fucking!!!

Yes…..orchestrating a deal and closing the sale WERE the primary objectives here. The sales commission I would receive would also do much towards ensuring a profitable month and even more so in terms of cementing my status as a proven and bona fide representative, both to client buyers as well as client sellers.

Exacting a sense of revenge or an “evening” of the score with those two old sisters would also prove dividends in terms of broadcasting the fact that I was able to “hold my own” and go toe-to-toe with other more experienced Agents; this goal, if achieved, would definitely be a significant secondary gain.

But at the same time I shouldn’t count out the fact that I really did need a good hard deep, no-holds (no holes lol.) barred, FUCKING!!! Something I had just now been able to realize through all of the excitement, commotion and busyness of the past several months. Sure I had had access to hubby’s cock, love making skills and stamina for that same period of time but again; and no malice intended towards my wonderful hubby; it simply didn’t…..couldn’t compare to the size, performance ability and pleasure sensation that could be obtained from a black cock…….Attached of course to a black lover. Lol.

On the thoroughfare now and speeding towards the small intimate pub that had become my go-to venue for client meetings; my thoughts became even more focused on that second or alternate side of that proverbial coin I had just imagined some moments before.

During my (now) professional client assessment of Jarvis (actually taught as part of Real-Estate Brokering 101): taking into account his height, that brawny physique, his thick powerful neck, his broad strong shoulders, and certainly the length and thickness of those long sinewy fingers; I found my mouth actually beginning to water……almost chocking myself with my own saliva at the thought of what could be to come…….the now very real potential of the situation I was going to be stepping into in just a matter of a few seconds time.

Maintaining my focus on steering the peppy little Toyota as I swerved in to take the off ramp was becoming more difficult as my thoughts transitioned further……becoming even more lascivious.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Jarvis’ cock now; having formed an image in my mind before refining its details over and over again. How big would it actually be?? Would it be thick……Would it pass the toilet paper role test?? Would it at least match the girth of Buck’s cock?? How would it look?? Had Jarvis been circumcised or did he remain “au naturel”?? How would it smell; but even more importantly……How would Jarvis taste?? And how would that black cock feel against my tongue and the insides of my mouth and throat??

GOD!!!!! I NEEDED to get FREAKIN LAID!!!!!

I needed someone who could take me completely……..make outrageous demands…….force me to give more than I wanted to. I needed someone to dominate me and pound me hard into the mattress. Hell….in my current mindset I was convinced I needed something even more brutal…..perhaps an all-out Rage Fucking!!

Now you must believe me when I say that I intend no offense to any of my more civilized sisters who may be reading this; but in the state that I found myself in at that moment…..if a rage fuck was all that was being offered, I would have gladly accepted and taken its consequence like a happy Trooper.

But what kind of a Lover would dear Jarvis be?? Would he be rough and demanding……or would he be the kind and gentle type??

“Who cares Stupid!!!! What position are you in to be bargaining anyways??” I chided myself out loud.

Indeed I was in NO position to be bargaining.

As I pushed the large red door of my Solera open, swinging one bright red high heel outwards and onto the hot pavement of the parking lot; I couldn’t help but be aware of the thick and sticky fluid that I felt finding its way through the now opened gates of my pussy and beginning to form a pathway down the insides of my thighs; as my original thoughts of business continued to convert themselves into thoughts of Sin deep within the recesses of my consciousness.

Once out of the car I quickened my pace as I continued on my hurried journey to reach the door handles of the tiny Pub.


Oh well……as “they” say…….All’s fair in Love and the Real-Estate business!!!”

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Wed Dec 28, 2016 9:58 pm

Readers: Very sorry but it seems that I have reneged on my earlier promise to provide extra posts over the past weekend. What was supposed to be a very quiet and uneventful Christmas weekend turned out to be just the opposite.

Sorry.....but life just seems to happen sometimes.

As I have a couple more posts ready, except for proofing, I will try to put them up over the next few days.

Now back to the story.


A Conditional Sale:

As the artificially cooled atmosphere of the Pub’s interior hit me I realized just how overheated, nervous and revved up I was. It caused a most unusual sensation; like I was breaking out into a sweat but instead of the perspiration running down my forehead and neck, I felt it flowing in those very same places, but on the inside of my skin.

Perhaps it was simply the effect of the Jack Daniels from back at the house and I did make a mental note to myself that I probably shouldn’t have been operating my Toyota in this condition but……oh well…..I had bigger fish to fry at this moment; and just as I was sorting these thoughts out I realized there he was sitting at the table……A perfect dark skinned Trout.

Oh…..My….Goodness!!!!

As I made the few short steps to what had now become my “regular” table it began to hit me just how beautiful Jarvis indeed was. Standing beside the table now I offered my usual “Hello” and put out my right hand to him. What I got back was nothing short of a moderate electrical shock as Jarvis immediately shot out his own right hand, grabbing and suffocating mine in return.

GOD!!! I was quickly losing both my concentration and focus and desperately needed to settle myself down.

“Calm down silly Bitch!!!” I screamed silently to myself. “Get a grip!!!”

But he was indeed sooo beautiful that I found my feet cemented in place by the side of our table. I just stood there unable to move and take my seat. Standing with the heat of the sun’s rays beating through the window behind me; warming my naked back and creating the necessary effect to illuminate the sheer material of my loose fitting blouse. With me in position Jarvis was getting his own personal “show”; everything I had brought to the meeting as part of my negotiation package now blatantly and shamelessly on display; not necessarily because that was part of the original plan, but more so as a result of my nervousness holding me in place and preventing me from taking my chair.

The hand I felt greeting mine was large and strong; Jarvis’s grip a bit tentative but very gentle and welcoming. His long fingers and wide palms big enough that my narrow little white hand was literally swallowed up beyond my wrist with Jarvis’ dark soft fingertips reaching upwards; resting themselves on the inner part of my right forearm. I was simply mesmerized as if in a trance; the color and contrast between the joined skin of our two hands holding each other. The image of Jarvis’s hand easily mistaken as the paw of a great black bear as opposed to the hand of a sophisticated Black gentleman once again set my mouth literally to watering and my thoughts to racing; desperate to guess at comparison; if hands, fingers, feet and toes would all fit into double XL sizing with ease; just what size would the weapon this man concealed beneath the trousers of his dark suit be?? Probably double XL as well…….HUGE at any rate. And if I were a girl who routinely placed bets, I would comfortably place a substantial sum on Spectacular.

Here he was…….large round head shaved bald with just a hint of stubble threatening a return, freshly shaven face, (no mustache) brown lightly tinted lenses surrounded by heavy gold rims with a sort of flower design embossed into their wide arms (even though they were a bit bulky for my own personal tastes, with the shape of Jarvis’ face and good looks he easily made them work); a dark business suit, probably navy but it was difficult to be sure in this exaggerated light; black sport shirt and black tie with grey stripe design. But the icing on this cake was the aftershave; Musk For Men of some brand…..probably expensive……perhaps a gift from either a past or ongoing present conquest would be my educated guess.

Staring at him as I inhaled the scent of that heady perfume, I was unable to stifle a full body quiver as I reminded myself of just how sexy I found men in tailored business suits. The fact that Jarvis was a BLACK MAN in a tailored business suit simply shifted my gears from high into overdrive. His total presentation just screamed SEDUCTION to me.

“Here I am white Bitch; come and get it!!!”

“Oh!!!.......Fuck me AND my Mother!!!” My racing thoughts teased. “There he is; the quintessential modern Black gentleman.”

I HAD to have him now. In my head it had become a simple matter of “when” and not “if”; for me there would be NO turning back at this point!!!

For his part Jarvis remained seated, his dark unsure eyes staring back at me. It was quickly becoming one of those classic situations; he was checking me out as I was checking him out as he was checking me out…..

I knew I had caught him at least partially off guard and he even seemed a bit rattled as he held onto my offered hand more than a little too long before stammering out his own welcome greeting.

“Karrie…….is……is that you…….oh yes…..so it is……Ah….Pl……Please……take a seat…….Ah……I’m so anxious to hear all of the new details that you have for me.”

After another brief moment I was finally able to sit down and; feeling my naked breasts wobble as I did, I suddenly realized just how vulnerable I had made myself in terms of choosing to dress the way I had.

Finally seated at our cozy table, a small glass of wine in hand; I took the initiative just as planned wasting no time in getting to the point with Jarvis. This was it; I was about to cross the Rubicon…….

As I usually did in these types of circumstances I automatically jumped headfirst.

“Jarvis……I Know Donna and Tammy have offered to cut their commission rates on the Penthouse. Of course that would mean that it would cost you slightly less money to close the sale through them than if you were to close through me. I’ve decided that I’m not prepared to cut my commission on this sale.”

Pausing…..then inhaling deep……trying to make it look like I wasn’t inhaling deep….

“I am prepared however to offer you something else……..A deal that you may enjoy a bit more than the one Donna and Tammy have offered you.”

If I didn’t before, I now had Jarvis’ full attention. With his interest piqued this gentle giant looked up at me from behind his gold framed glasses….quietly inquiring.

“Just what have you got in mind Karrie??......”

As if taking his words as a cue I stood, maneuvering the table until I stood directly in front of him and, looking directly into his eyes said

“Well……Anything that you see in front of you that you’d like to try out……is yours for the rest of the afternoon and evening”

With the intent of my offer now disclosed I made a very slow and exaggerated 360 degree turn; and as I made my way back to my own chair I could see a somewhat wide eyed Jarvis watching me intently; concentrating, his mouth open as if trying to formulate words that were somehow unable to come out.

Finally after some effort, still staring at me intently, Jarvis was able to say

“WE……We…..Well…You….You say I can have anything I want….Wh….What do you exactly mean Karrie???”

Oh Fuck!!! I felt myself suddenly losing my nerve. Had I misplayed this whole thing?? Shit…..this could be awkward if I had. I felt my entire world about to crash. Thoughts about the sale…..the commission……the two old nosy sales sisters, my reputation as an Agent, Jarvis, my plan, Roger; heck….even my own personal desirability as a woman including the value I would contribute to the equation offering myself to be sold as part of the deal; all these thoughts assembling and knocking their fists loudly on the windows of my mind……screaming

“Karrie let us in….we want to kill you!!!!!!”

I felt a blanket of perspiration spreading out; covering my entire body despite the air conditioned interior of the pub. I was desperate now to save this thing somehow.

What the fuck do I do now!!!!!!

Leaning over the surface of the small table that separated us; lowering my head almost to the level of Jarvis’ lap; the material making up my thin top falling away from my chest, gaping; I presented Jarvis with a bird’s eye view of what lie beneath my shirt. Forcing my eyes upwards I returned his intense gaze saying

“Jarvis. You’re not a stupid man. What do you think I mean??”

Stunned Jarvis held tight, his left hand positioned over a closed mouth, considering what he had heard……pondering the options he saw as being available to himself.

As I thought, Jarvis was a smart man…...shrewd; a cautious and experienced buyer. Jarvis had been here before and was by no means a rookie to this game.

Then after a bit of fidgeting and scratching of his smooth bald head he finally began to respond.

“You mean I can have anything I want??......Have you anyway I like??”

>>>>> <<<<<

Given the slow and arduous pace with which the rest of our dialogue unfolded I will spare readers the verbatim of further exchanges occurring between Jarvis and myself as we progressed through the discussion at hand.

Suffice to say that the conservative Jarvis was a man whose trust was somewhat difficult to attain. In the end however I did manage to coax the following from him.

It had always remained one of his fantasies……especially since he had first entered the world of business as a young man, but perhaps even earlier than that…..to walk into an “upscale” business Lounge and pick up a high-end “Call-Girl”, negotiating the terms to accompany him back to his hotel room. Of course she would be dressed and prepared to play the part in certain fashion according to a detailed list of Jarvis’ many preferences and desires. She would then provide him with a specific routine of “pleasurable” experiences which would continue through the night and into the next morning.

In effect the fantasy that Jarvis had constructed was one where he would play the part of an out-of-town businessman; picking up a beautiful, highly made up and somewhat submissive high-end Whore who would be hired to spend the night lavishing him with good conversation, tender care and “anything-goes” sexual pleasure; all as part of an all-night “Girl Friend Experience.”

Of course Jarvis wanted me to play the part of the Call-Girl girlfriend.

Listening carefully and thinking about what would be expected of me in terms of helping Jarvis’ achieve his grand fantasy; I quickly decided that I could indeed do that!!!!!!

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Unread post by KarrieKraves » Sun Jan 08, 2017 7:59 pm

But Honey…..You Don’t Have Any Panties On!!!:

The following Friday evening I was to meet Jarvis at a location he had chosen across town.

This was the date he had picked to finally experience his longstanding fantasy. The location was an upscale nightclub and lounge that was attached to a large luxury hotel. Although I had never actually been there before I was well aware of the reputation both the nightclub and lounge shared as being extremely high end; the nightclub being a place where many of the city’s well to do younger crowd hung out with friends and peers, and the lounge a well-known hot spot for upper class business people to meet and mingle.

According to the very specific details Jarvis had arranged for this night he would arrive at the lounge at 8:pm sharp. He would casually stroll into the room; a well-to-do businessman in town for a conference. I would be sitting on one of the high seats at the Bar sipping on a drink; a high-end Escort alone on the stroll, looking to meet someone interested in doing a little business. Of course I would be dressed completely in the traditional red colors of a “working girl”. Jarvis’ calm and nonchalant sweep of the room would easily find me in position. Immediately identifying me as a Prostitute for hire Jarvis would slowly and casually make his way over to me making small talk and offering to buy me another round. We would talk a little more until he would finally proposition me to join him in his hotel suite for the night.

Part of Jarvis’ plan was that he wanted me to “make him work” in terms of securing my services for the night. In other words he had admitted that he would find it a major turn-on having a Whore…..especially a high end Whore, play hard-to-get with him, or to “grind” him by charging a top end fee for her services.

After some amount of back and forth negotiation the two of us would finally agree on a mutually acceptable fee for service, at which point I would follow him back up to the luxury suite he would book for that night. Thus would begin Jarvis’ Girlfriend Experience.

Arriving home from work early that afternoon (I actually decided to shut down an open house viewing I had planned for that afternoon early.) I had more than a little case of jitters. Jarvis definitely was a detail man and had actually given me a handwritten list of preparations and wardrobe choices he expected me to follow. The first item on Jarvis’ list was that he wanted my pussy very freshly shaven. Not shaven the day before, but rather carefully prepared sometime on the actual day of our meeting. So after pouring myself a glass of my usual mix of J.D. and Coke on the rocks to calm myself, I jumped into the shower and began removal of the offending traces of stubble beginning to surface on my pussy. Of course I was careful to access all of the hidden nooks and crannies, pulling and stretching the skin of my vulva taunt to ensure an ultra-smooth seamless, Call-Girl quality finish. Lol.

Now I must admit that up to this point I had never actually prostituted myself; not in an official capacity anyways. I suppose that Yes, I had “gifted” a bit of oral sex to buyers on the last two property transactions I had closed, but I had never actually been paid to have sex before. Although the money that was to exchange hands between Jarvis and myself on the morning after the Girlfriend Experience had been completed would be deducted from my commission amount on the sale of the condo; this would be my first experience as a paid Whore.

You see another major component of Jarvis’ fantasy plan was that he be able to pay his “girl” for her services in REAL money. He actually wanted the experience of paying a Prostitute for services rendered; thus the importance of bargaining through an accurate negotiation process as that dollar amount would actually be paid to me for my services. (Albeit as I said before the dollar figure would later be deducted from my overall commission on the sale of the condo.)

For my own part in the plan; although this would be the first time I would accept actual cash payment for sex, the idea of prostituting myself didn’t faze me one bit. What I mean exactly is that I had no personal objection to selling my pussy for money on either a moral or ethical basis. I had no issue with labeling myself, or for that matter, having others label me as a Call-Girl, Prostitute or even as a Whore. I suppose I simply regarded the concept with a sort of “if-the-shoe-fits” type of logic. Emotionally, once I cleared the initial mental hurdle of “selling my body for sex”, I had no qualms going forward with the plan Jarvis had concocted. What I did find to be significant; certainly interesting for readers to be aware of; was that I actually began to experience an increasing amount of pride as the week wore on, not only because of the way in which I had been able to embrace the challenge of Jarvis’ proposition, but especially because Jarvis had deemed me “worthy” (meaning that he found me beautiful and sexy and desirable enough) of filling the role as his Fantasy (call) girl.

The only issue that did concern me somewhat, if you could even consider it an issue, stemmed from a somewhat more physical perspective. The fact that Jarvis would be paying for the right to use and enjoy specific parts of my body did indeed cause me to stress out a bit over the fact. I wanted everything…..every detail…..every part of me to be perfect. I suppose much of this anxiety stemmed from my perfectionist nature and accompanying type “A” personality traits. If I was going to be a Prostitute I definitely wanted to be a good one……the very best one I could be.

So as I stood there balancing myself in the middle of the bathtub, making sure that I had located every single stray pubic hair and ensuring that every millimeter of my pussy was smooth and completely bald, I found myself almost overwhelmed with a sudden rush of arousal realizing that I was actually preparing my pussy (along with the rest of my body) to be sold for cash. Acknowledging that fact brought forth another problem though. That was that I would have to devise some way to balance the obligation I felt to provide Jarvis with a quality product, leading of course to a quality experience; a satisfactory “bang for his buck” so to speak; along with my own needs to enjoy that good hard fucking that I so desperately needed.

I had sold my pussy to Jarvis and as a result he had every right to get his money’s worth out of it. In fact, in as much as I could guarantee this result, I had made it a sort of personal pledge that I would do my utmost in terms of satisfying Jarvis’ fantasy to the absolute best of my abilities. On the other hand I couldn’t get so caught up in that fact that I wouldn’t be able to get all that I needed; both physically and emotionally; out of this experience as well.

>>>>> <<<<<

Continuing with my preparations I knew the bright red polish covering both my finger and toe nails would also need to be perfect, another caveat on Jarvis’ list. Luckily for me they showed no signs of imperfection and the mani-pedi I had done during my most recent visit to the shop would be permissible. According to instruction my hair was to be put up and my earrings were to hang down. Jarvis fancied that contrast. I was also to be dressed entirely in red and my lipstick was no exception. My dress would have to be short, my heels tall, and of course any notion of undies including stockings would simply be unthinkable. As I reviewed Jarvis’ list for the final time I chuckled to myself thinking that at the very least it wouldn’t take up much of our time at all for me to get out of my clothes.

I had just finished squirming into my dress, a bright red flimsy contraption; short, sleeveless, a halter top neck with a deep plunging Vee style front and back, extending from the tops of my shoulders downwards, ending just above my navel in the front and leaving most of the skin of my back exposed to my waist. Hearing a noise I realized hubby had just returned home from work and was unlocking the front door. Suppressing a little giggle as I looked at myself in the mirror once again, I realized I would have been much less exposed had I planned on going out completely naked.

Catching me like that in front of the mirror hubby stopped short in the bedroom doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth almost beginning to froth as he stared in surprise. lol.

“Karrie!!! Oh My God!!! You look sooo beautiful!!!”

Hubby was well aware of the arrangement I had with Jarvis and knowing that tonight was the night we would be carrying through with our plans I suspect hubby had left work a bit early, perhaps in order to check on me and the preparations I needed to make in order to comply with Jarvis’ list. The expression frozen on hubby’s face seemed to be a comical mixture of shock, arousal and desperate longing, and looking up into his hungry brown eyes I did feel a bit sorry for him.

Discussing the details of the Girlfriend Experience earlier in the week, Jarvis was insistent that my pussy be clean, fresh, tight, and most of all un-fucked for him on our special night. Handing me his “list of expectations” Jarvis had made it crystal clear that he expected me to abstain from intercourse with hubby (and anyone else. lol.) until then. Of course as he stood awaiting my reply, I responded with guarantees of freshness and cleanliness along with hubby’s complete denial. As far as the issue of my pussy’s “tightness”; I explained that this would be a relative measurement that he would need to determine for himself at the time of “possession”.

With hubby returning that same Monday evening after being away the previous week working out of town, I gave him an explanation along with an apology, before breaking the unfortunate news of his restriction from my pussy and mouth. To my surprise, despite the fact that hubby would now have to live without feeling the inside of my body for well over two weeks in total; he accepted the bad news like a Trooper. Again after feeling somewhat sorry for him I did make promises that he would be well compensated for his patience once I returned (and recovered, lol.) from my adventure with Jarvis.

The strange thing was that as the week wore on and hubby’s wait for the pleasure of my body became longer and longer, the more agreeable, eager to please and accommodating he seemed to become towards me. I’m not sure I can put my finger on any specific reason but I simply couldn’t overlook hubby’s attempts to be even more loving and attentive toward me. I remember the dear man arranged TWO separate date nights for us that week where he took me out to a new restaurant for dinner each time; and for the first time that I can ever remember hubby even agreed to pick up some of my laundry from the drycleaner on his way home from work without presenting any of his usual arguments first.

In several ways this new attitude hubby seemed to have adopted made me feel even more guilty about the commitment I had made to Jarvis. In order to accomplish the best result possible in terms of the fantasy night, I came to the conclusion that I needed to immerse myself as completely as I could in becoming an actual Prostitute. In the days leading up to my performance I tried to think like a Prostitute, visualize myself in the role of a Prostitute and even act like I imagined a real Prostitute would; based of course on my own ideas about how an actual Prostitute would behave in her everyday life so to speak. So as part of the effort to prepare myself as completely as I could for my new role, I made the decision to deny poor hubby all physical contact with me for that entire week. I simply reasoned that my emotional focus might be more clear and things between us as a married couple less complicated this way.

Instead of our usual intimate kisses hubby was limited to quick pecks on the cheek, reserved mainly for purposes of greetings and goodbyes. In place of my usual in-the-house nudity I insisted on covering up, especially when hubby was at home. I even made the choice to sleep in an old pair of PJ’s for that week to lessen hubby’s temptation; (Something I had never done since before we were married. lol.) everything done to save myself….both physically as well as emotionally……to keep myself as clean, focused and “un-fucked” as was possible in preparation for the big day.

Finally with everything that I could think of in place, it was time to get going. This was it. Taking one last long and deep breath I looked at hubby standing across the bed from me. Poor man looked soo forlorn……like he had just received news that his best friend had died. Hands in his pockets…..eyes down not wanting to meet mine, he looked like a small boy that had just received a good scolding from his Mother.

“Okay!!” I nervously gasped, “It’s time to go and meet Jarvis. I’ll be home tomorrow probably around noonish sometime. Wish me good luck….okay!!”

It was by intention that I didn’t go to him for a parting kiss. Yes, he was my husband but I was in Prostitute mode now. Prostitutes didn’t have time to get all “lovey-dovey” with their husbands…..did they??? Anyways I had my makeup to think about as well……Jarvis would have no tolerance for smeared lipstick.

BUT….the best laid plans…..Right.

Feeling sorry for hubby as I did, it was no wonder that my resolve did indeed wane as hubby walked towards me taking me in his arms as I made my way towards the door.

“I love you so much Sweetie” he almost purred into my ear.

Instead of shooing him away and honoring my set “no touch” policy, I felt myself leaning in to meet hubby’s lips for an extended deep, tongue-caressing kiss. As he held me tight in his grip hubby automatically slid his hands down my naked back and underneath the short skirt of my dress. Abruptly breaking our passionate embrace hubby looked up at me surprised……almost shocked,

“Karrie!!......You don’t have any panties on!!”

As I looked back at him, in a similar voice laced with anxious excitement I replied,

“Yes!! Sweetie……I know!!”

Before reaching for the doorknob on my way out to become Jarvis’ Prostitute.


I SO LOVE THIS LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by KarrieKraves » Wed Jan 11, 2017 11:29 am

Karrie The Kall-Girl:

Easily finding the address Jarvis had given me I nervously arrived at the lounge somewhat ahead of schedule.

BIG MISTAKE!!!

Mental note from me to myself:

Never arrive alone at a high-end lounge catering to rich, upper class men from out of town, on conference by themselves and away from their wives. Especially if role playing as a Prostitute; UNLESS you wish to be scouted out and picked-up……..IMMEDIATELY!!!

Entering the large darkened room I noticed quite a few patrons already seated at the various center tables and in the cozy booths lining the walls. A quick check revealed most were younger to middle aged, well-dressed, Black, male; either occupying one of the smaller tables on their own or sitting in groups of twos or sometimes threes in one of the larger booths. There were a few women sitting amongst some of the groups however I was distinctly aware that my arrival had captured the attention of pretty much everyone in the place.

“Dammit!! I was too early…….I should have waited for a bit in the car. Shit!!! I don’t like the way this situation might unfold. This could turn out badly.” I chided myself silently.

There was nothing to do but stay the course now though. I would simply forge ahead. I had obliviously picked lemons and now would probably be forced to make lemonade.

With my potential faux-pas in timing quickly beginning to dawn on me I pinpointed the bar and, scuttling rapidly now, headed straight for one of its mostly vacant, elevated seats. As luck would have it however, before I had even taken the few seconds necessary to speak up for my ever coveted J. D. And Coke on the rocks, I turned my head to find one large handsome Black man almost sitting in my lap, as two more (Including one middle aged white guy. lol.) literally making circles, waiting their turn a short distance behind my chair.

Although I have to admit I do experience a deeply satisfying rush watching the male of our species “strutting and pruning” as he attempts to capture the attention of the female of our species; (Especially if that female happens to be yours truly. lol.) what transpired next almost had me believing that tonight might have been a special night. A night reserved specifically for individuals who possessed the unique qualities of being both stupid and obnoxious at the very same time.

This very idea begin to take shape as the gorgeous looking fellow who had now manoeuvred himself into a “his knee touching my knee” type situation on the barstool next to mine, gave me a long over-exaggerated, up and down before he actually came out with

“Girl!!......Is you a PARKING TICKET? Because you’ve got FINE written all over your ass!!!”

But despite the idiocy of this remark I couldn’t help but submit to a fit of nervous giggles as I looked him in the eye. Once I had regained my composure I immediately began explaining that although his opening line was “unique”, my “Fine Ass” was simply parked here waiting for my boyfriend who was sure to arrive in a few minutes. This Mr. Gorgeous seemed to be okay with accepting this reality and stood up obviously preparing to get on his way, but not before once again giving me another exaggerated once-over while remarking

“MMMM……Girl!!!! If you was HOMEWORK; I’d slam you down on the table and do you right NOW!!”

......What could I say??

I wasn’t as fortunate with my second would be suitor though. Immediately…….and I mean immediately after Mr. Gorgeous left my side an equally proportioned, middle aged White guy took up his place on the seat next to me. This one however was well past mild inebriation and fit directly into the old cliché of someone who simply wouldn’t take “NO” for an answer. When my initial plan of ignoring him failed I tried quietly explaining that I was only “into” Black men; even going so far as to elevate my right foot slightly to better bring my “Spades” tattoo into his line of vision. Finally……noticing my predicament, it was the large burly Bartender who came to my aid, telling this obnoxious individual that he needed to “move on”.

I had just finished voicing my appreciation to the Bartender for his rescue when yet another man; large, Black, good looking and sexy appeared, informing me that he had noticed my tattoo from across the room and just had to find out

“Bitch……..Does that thing (pointing in the direction of my right leg) mean what I think it means??”

Looking up into his handsome face; a big part of me regretting having to tell him the truth, I replied

“Yes it probably does…..But not for you…..At least not for you tonight anyways!!”

But just as I was about to provide him with a bit of further explanation I looked up to see Jarvis quickly approaching.

For Jarvis “Phase One” of his planned Girlfriend Experience had already strayed off the tracks, and it was clear by the look on his face that he was now in damage control mode, attempting to avoid a complete derailment.

Instead of the relaxed and nonchalant entrance Jarvis had originally planned to make as the opening for his character’s role in the fantasy, immediately upon entering the large open space of the lounge, he noticed me positioned at our pre-planned location. But instead of sitting by myself I was anything but alone and Jarvis had only been able to recognize me seated at the center of what he later described as a “crowd” by the bright red color of my dress.

Instead of his scripted “slow and casual” stroll of the room, before carefully ambling over to the raised platform that held the main countertop of the bar, I had just managed to catch a quick glimpse of a frenzied and sprinting Jarvis out of the corner of my eye, as he literally ran the distance of the large room from the doorway all the way to my seat at the bar.

Arriving with one last bounding step; the shiny leather soles of his dress shoes slipping and sliding on the worn carpet of the Lounge’s floor, I couldn’t help but notice he was sweating and somewhat out of breath.

“Oh Hi Sweetie!” I called out acknowledging his arrival. “What took you??”

Recognizing my greeting to Jarvis the large Black man interested in my tattoo, who had by then made his way onto the recently vacated bar stool beside me, took that as his cue to begin an exit, but not before making an official inquiry as to Jarvis’ status

“This the Nigga you be waitin for???”

“Yes” I confidently replied. “He’s my date for THIS evening.”

“Damn Nigga!!!.....You got you-self one fine piece of White Ass here!!!” The man energetically informed Jarvis in passing; the two of them shoulder to shoulder going in opposite directions.

I’m not sure why I needed to stress the fact that Jarvis was my date for this particular evening (only). Perhaps in my own mind I really did believe I was the high-end Call-Girl that my presentation gave notice of.

Whatever the reason my imagination may have concocted though; I had a not-so-fleeting thought that it probably wouldn’t have required a whole lot of persuasion to get me to entertain BOTH of these gorgeous Black men for the remainder of this night…..

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by couple20uk » Sun Jan 28, 2018 10:07 am

I just found this story and though I only read a little so far. I do hope that even though one year has gone bye, it will be picked up again soon.

Thank you for writing it....

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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by SutterKane » Thu Nov 15, 2018 8:58 am

Karrie, I hope you haven't abandoned us or your story!
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Re: Body Of A Slut Wife

Unread post by norbertrichard » Thu Dec 06, 2018 10:34 am

K.K., love your story, and can only hope that you pick it up, and tell us more.

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