You hop in your car and start the engine (ending)

As you drive over to the provided address, a mix of anticipation, horniness, excitement, and nervousness make your stomach churn. At the same time you feel you cock hardening in your pants, aching to be looked after, hopefully by a willing throat (as per the ad of course).

The address was a big luxurious looking house, but you remembered from the messages to park on the street and not on the driveway. Pulling up on the opposite side, you quickly open your phone messages to take a last look at the directions:

Park on the street. Entrance is from the right side gate into the granny flat in the back and further directions will be on the door.

You exit your car, wary of your surroundings and a little nervous as you walk uphill into the driveway and to the right side gate. You quietly open the gate, and notice a slight squeak, likely alerting anyone inside to someone entering. "Too late now..." you thought to yourself as you entered, pushing away your worry in favour of the sweet relief you were anticipating.

Approaching the granny flat door you see more directions, right above a little metal box with a slit in the front:

DONATION FIRST IN THE BOX BELOW!

Door is unlocked. Open door quietly and close quietly. Pants down and have your way. Have fun ;)

You quickly shove two fifty dollar notes into the box and prepare to silently enter. As you reach for the door, you silently freeze for a second. "What am I doing?" You think to yourself. A multitude of thoughts running through your brain. What would someone think knowing you're doing this? What will you think after this?

"Fuck too late now." You think as you turn the knob. You've already paid, may as well go for it. At least you can say you've tried something new.

As you walk in, you are met by a shockingly beautiful woman in a blindfold. Absolutely perfect in every way. It doesn't take long to make your stomach turn though, as you realise who the woman is...

"Samantha?!" You inadvertently blurt out. Shocked, appalled, and perhaps, a little turned on to see your once loving beautiful wife seemingly whoring herself out to strangers in skimpy lingerie and a blindfold.

"Sorry sir. That doesn't matter here. I'm here to serve and drain balls. Pull down your pants please." Samantha says, completely submissive almost begging with not an ounce of shame.

"Please sir. Please give me your cock..." She says as she rubs you through your pants.

Your heart races as you stare at Samantha, your once pure and innocent wife, now kneeling before you in skimpy lingerie, pleading for your cock like a common whore. The sight sends a jolt of forbidden lust straight to your groin, your erection straining painfully against your zipper. With shaking hands, you unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants freeing your throbbing member. She reaches out and wraps her fingers around your shaft, stroking it slowly.

"Thank you sir..." she purrs, leaning in to flick her tongue across the sensitive head. "I need your cum sir. Please cum whenever or however much you like. You have 10 minutes." She takes you into her mouth, sucking hard as she bobs her head along your length, clearly still unaware of who you are.

As Samantha's warm, wet mouth engulfs your throbbing cock, you let out a shuddering groan, your hips bucking involuntarily. The feeling of her soft lips and skilled tongue is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

"You taste so good sir", she gurgles between gulps. "Mmmm I love having my throat fucked by big fat cocks."

Her words send tingles down your spine, making your balls tighten. You grab her head and start face-fucking her harder, pounding into her eager mouth. Wet gagging noises fill the room as she struggles to breathe around your girth.

"I'm getting close," you grunt.

Samantha's eyes widen behind the blindfold as you roughly grip her head, slamming your thick cock deep into her convulsing throat. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the intense face-fucking, mascara starting to run down her cheeks. But she doesn't resist, instead submitting fully to your brutal use of her mouth, gagging and **** lewdly around your pistoning shaft.

"Glllrk...glrk...gllrk", she gags loudly each time you hit the back of her throat. "Mmmphh! Mmmm!" She looks up at you through the blindfold with ****, pleading eyes, silently begging for your hot seed even as she chokes on your meat.

With a strangled groan, you bury yourself to the hilt in Samantha's spasming throat, your cock pulsing and twitching as you finally reach your peak. Thick ropes of cum shoot directly down her gullet, pumping what feels like an endless stream of jizz into her belly. Her throat works frantically, swallowing gulp after gulp of your heavy load.

Through the haze of orgasm, a small part of you marvels at how eagerly your wife is guzzling down a supposed stranger's cum, debasing herself so thoroughly. After what seems like an eternity, your balls finally empty, leaving Samantha coughing and gasping for air as you slip from her abused mouth.

Samantha sits back on her heels, panting heavily, a few stray drops of cum clinging to her swollen lips. She licks them clean with a satisfied moan.

"Thank you sir, that was amazing. I hope I pleased you well enough to earn another visit someday." She smiles shyly, still oblivious to your true identity. "There's tissues on the table if you need to clean up. And the donation box is by the door if you'd like to leave extra. Thank you again for using me so thoroughly." She bows her head demurely, waiting for you to leave so she can prepare for her next 'client'.

Stunned and conflicted, you stumble backwards, tucking your spent cock back into your pants with shaking hands. Samantha remains kneeling submissively, head bowed, a picture of debased innocence. The urge to confront her wars with the desire to flee this surreal, sordid situation. In the end, you practically run for the door, slamming it shut behind you. Your mind reels as you hurry to your car, the taste of betrayal and lingering arousal mingling nauseatingly in your gut. How could the woman you loved become this...this thing? What other secrets lurked beneath the facade of your former marriage?

Driving home you struggled not to tear up, thinking about how your former wife was turned into such a perverted whore. To sell herself so cheaply too. She must've actually loved serving strangers with her holes...