Monica Quest: Madam for the night

These women aren’t even trying to hide that they’re checking out my husband’s naked body. No politeness. Like creeps leaning against a building and staring at you as you walk down the sidewalk.

I know my husband is hot. He doesn’t know he’s hot, which has made this work so well. He’s loyal and way more in love with me than I am with him. I’d be in big trouble if it was the other way around. He knew how popular he was with the soccer moms, he’d be getting blowjobs in the back of minivans.

Now his friends wives see exactly how desirable he is, and they want a piece of him. It makes me proud. He’s my husband. I landed him. He takes some work, and could make more decisions, but I couldn’t ask for anyone better. I could defend my territory. Treat him like property. Scare these other bitches off. Threaten to stab them if they come near my man.

But I know my man is desperately horny. It’s my fault. But I was planning on making it up to him tonight. Then my period came. Yeah we could do it in the shower, but right now I feel dirty and not in the mood.

These two women could give Chandler what he needs for the night. I might let them, but I’m not doing it for free. Neither of these women work. I work too much. Money doesn’t come easy.

Tonight it might. I hope these women have Venmo, because a night with Chandler isn’t going to be cheap.

Phoebe rolls. She lands on my property.

She asks, “How can I pay rent?”

I say, “Go put your ass in my husband’s face. Clap your cheeks on him.”

Phoebe jumps at the opportunity. She stands on Chandler’s chair, bends over and backs her ass into his face. Twerks on him.

I laugh in good nature. Phoebe loves it. Chandler loves it. Give them both a taste. Chandler isn’t smacks her ass. The way Phoebe bites her lip lets me know she likes it a little rough. My husband couldn’t be reeling her in any better.

Dice are rolled. Shots are taken. Clothing exchanged. Joey seems to be hoarding all the clothing. Everyone else is barely dressed.

Chandler lands on Rachel’s property. She asks for a kiss. When Chandler stands up, I see her blue eyes glance down to his dick. Bingo. I know exactly what she wants. She’s curious that his thick penis will feel in her skinny little body. Chandler puts an arm around Rachel’s back and brings her in for a kiss.

He’s so charming and confident when he’s this drunk. He’s completely opposite when he’s sober: awkward and insecure. Drunk Chandler is who I first met and flirted with. Sober Chandler is who gave me the worst second date of my life.

He kisses her deeply then leaves her wanting more. She smacks his ass as he walks away, “Thanks babe.”

This women just declared she’s getting a divorce and to celebrate she’s going to take a ride on my man. Hopefully she has access to that secret account tonight. Because this ride isn’t going to be free.

I’m awful. I’m thinking about pimping out my husband. I’m counting the dollars. I’m not even thinking about him having sex with them. He deserves the sex. I deserve the money.

I don’t realize it’s my turn. Land on a property. Take off my tank top. Of course Joey whistles. Ross stares at them like they’re a painting in an art gallery—assessing. My bare tits give my husband an erection. Not good. He should be looking at the other women.

Luckily Rachel lands on his spot. Takes off his white t-shirt like she’s in a Girls Gone Wild video and tosses it to him.

She says, “I miss the smell of you already.”

She’s not even divorced yet and she’s openly flirting with my husband. I’m not mad. I’m not wondering how much I can charge.

Chandler stares across the fire like he’s never seen a pair of fake boobs before. He’s enthralled. Drunk and horny. He’ll fuck whoever I tell him.

Should I tell him my plan? That I’m going to sell his body to these women.

He won’t care right?

He might think it’s hot.

Or he might think I’m a horrible wife.

Either way we need this money.