EXTRACT FOR
Wages
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1



    "What that wife of yours needs is some hard black cock in her cunt," he said. "Give her something to think about and make you a lot of dollars. Shit, as pretty as your old lady is, she'll make a bundle in no time. You need to put your bitch to work, man."

    "You mean turn tricks?"

    "Hell yeah, that's exactly what I mean. You need money and she's sitting on a gold mine. I know a lot of brothers who'd love to have some of that white pussy."

    "Be some damned good money," the other man chimed in. "No question about it. If my old lady wasn't so dead-set on giving it away, I'd turn her out."

    I suppose this conversation needs some explanation. My name is Samuel Coats, Jr. Sammy since there were already several Sams and Samuels in the family when I came along. I had a normal childhood I guess. Nothing special. Grew up, went to school and finally went to work as a carpenter's apprentice for a big company. I worked hard and finally became a journeyman carpenter. 

    While all this was going on I met a great girl and got married after the prescribed year of courtship.  More like a year of lover's nuts or raging blue balls. In the course of time Linda and I married and I finally got some.  She did anything I wanted to do. If it had something to do with sex, she was willing.

    Also in the course of time Linda and I bought a house and that's what caused a lot of my problems. We bought a house that demanded both of our incomes to afford. Our plan was to buy the house and hold on to it for a while and turn it over to make a lot of money. By the time we figured we had bit off more than we could chew the bottom fell out of the real estate market and we couldn't sell the big fucking monstrous house without taking a major loss on it.

    I'm going to make a long, sad story shorter and just say things went from bad to worse in a heartbeat. My company went belly-up and I was out of a job. The union helped some and I was also able to draw unemployment compensation but it wasn't enough to keep a roof over our heads so I went out looking for work.

    I wasn't expecting a cushy union position like I used to have and that's a good thing because I damned sure didn't find one. No one was hiring and it wasn't long before I found myself on a street corner with a bunch of other out-of-work men.  Men who would take any job that would put food on their table. Most of the men were Hispanics of one persuasion or another.  There were also a few black men vying for work. Twenty or thirty hungry men all trying to get the half dozen jobs that came up.

    It was a few days after I started hanging around Short Street that I learned about labor contractors. Labor contractors are the scum that know where someone is located that needs some trees cut, a fence built, a house built, or any kind of labor. The contractors will come and select the laborer and take them to the job site. Later the contractor collects the day's wages and keeps anywhere from one half to one third of the pay.

    It boils down to the question of do you want one hundred percent of nothing or fifty percent of something. Most, including me, elected to take whatever we could get. I noticed that two men showed up for work consistently. One white and one black.

    The white guy, Jerry Davis, was a man about forty years old. The black man was called Clint and he was about twenty-five but that was only a guess.  That put me in the middle of the age spectrum at thirty-one.

    One morning all three of us were picked to work on the same project.  It was an older apartment that someone was remodeling. All three of us worked our asses off to impress the project manager. It looked like a lot of work to be had there because it was a five-story building with a lot of apartments to be upgraded.

    Apparently, Jerry and Clint also saw the potential so all three of us worked like galley slaves and we were invited back the next morning. That was a good thing because we could eliminate the labor contractor and pocked all the wages ourselves. 

    That conversation was held on the third day of our work. That was when Linda visited the work site to bring the lunch I forgot to bring with me. Linda's visit got a lot of attention because she is one lovely chick. Since Linda works at home transcribing medical records she could take the time to bring my lunch.

    Linda is a couple years younger than I am and actually looks more like a teenager than a grown woman looks. A well built teenager. She has thirty-six C boobs and a perfect ass. If you want a visual image of her think a young Goldie Hawn with large tits. She keeps her natural blond hair about shoulder length and on that day she had it in a ponytail. She wore a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt that really showed off her figure. All the eyes in the building tracked her coming and going.

    "You are kidding aren't you, Jerry?" I said. It was a short while later while we were on a lunch break. "I mean about making your wife into a prostitute."

    "No I ain't kidding at all," Jerry said. "Look, boy, you can't wear the damned thing out. Them pussies last a lifetime." He laughed at his poor joke. 

    "Looks ain't all that important," Clint opined. "A good whore has a good attitude. A great whore has a good attitude and loves her work. Getting your wife to go to work would sure take the pressure off you, Sammy." 

    "I don't think Linda would take to that idea, boys," I said. That was a gross understatement. Linda, who kept her legs closed until I said "I do", wasn't about to fuck for dollars.

    "Maybe not," Clint said. "But a buddy of mine turned his wife out and now they both are retired and living in Key West, Florida. She brought in over two grand a week and only worked her ass part-time. Shit Sammy, that gal didn't look anywhere as good as your wife. Your old lady could knock down that much a night."

    "Two Thousand dollars a night? You got to be kidding!" I said. "Just for fucking?" I couldn't believe anyone would pay that much money for sex.

    "Naw, to get that kind of money she'd have to do it all," Clint said wadding up the wrapper his sandwich was in. "I'm getting damned tired of baloney. Maybe a couple more weeks working here and I can afford..." He paused and looked off before finishing his statement. "Something else besides baloney."

    "What do you mean, do it all?" I asked the black man. We three agreed to make our break for lunch shorter than the other workers and make ourselves look better. We were headed back to the apartment where we were assigned to work. 

    "You got to remember that when a brother can afford store-bought pussy he don't want to cut no corners. If he's forking out two grand you got to bet he's goina want two grand worth of gash. He's goina want some head, pussy, and ass. He goina want to have total control and therefore he can share his high priced pussy with anybody he wants to. The hooker got to be up for all that. Sucking, getting her ass poked, taking on a couple brothers and maybe even doing a double dickin'."

    "I got some videos if you want to see what Clint is talking about," Jerry said.  "I'll bring you some tomorrow."

    I didn't respond to Jerry's offer. I wasn't even sure that Linda would even watch porn because she had a lot of strange ideas when it came to sex.

    For example, I could talk nasty to her but only after we passed a certain point in the lovemaking. I dared not start too early because she would shut it all off. Another example was her strange idea about oral sex.  Not that she was opposed to it, but I had to initiate it and only at the exact right time. If I went down on her too soon she would clamp her legs tight and end the pussy eating. 

    I arrived home that evening just in time to eat our dinner of mac and cheese. I had grown to hate the very idea of macaroni and cheese with a kind of passion.  Sometimes, rarely, we have some meat in the mix, but not that night. Just the mac and cheese.

    After our repast, I handed Linda the day's wages. Linda is the keeper of records and money. She took it and carefully counted it while mentally calculating how short we were.

    "I paid the mortgage," she said without looking up at me "But I had to include the late payment." 

    Once again I felt the need to apologize to Linda. I had done so nearly every day since I lost my job.  Linda stopped me before I could really get into it.

    "I agreed to buy this place," she said. "It's as much my fault as yours so stop beating yourself up over it."

    The subject of my apology was a beautiful older house on a quiet street in a wonderful neighborhood. I had remodeled it from top to bottom to improve the value.  I added a bathroom for each of the seven bedrooms and another bath downstairs for guests to use. I also converted the old coal fired furnace to natural gas and used the space for a rec room.

    The recreation room or den was my pride and joy. I designed and built it myself including the bar. The swimming pool in back was an expensive add-on and I spared no expense because at the time I still thought we were going to make a bundle on it. What a stupid ass was I!

    "Any beer?" I asked Linda. 

    "Yes, there is two bottles in the downstairs frig. You can have both of them." That was sweet of her but I knew she didn't really like the taste of beer.

    We watched TV while I slowly savored the two bottles of cheap beer. We later went up to the master bedroom and went to bed. Since I hadn't gotten any indication she was receptive to sex I kissed her goodnight, rolled over, and went to sleep.

    Sex with Linda was always a mystery to me. I knew she enjoyed the acts of lovemaking but she always seemed reluctant to get to it. I was also well aware she could climax easily and often when everything was right. I didn't ponder the mysteries very long because I was tired and the morning would come quickly.



Chapter 2

    

    The next day at work was much the same as the last day at work. There was nothing out of the ordinary to mark the day except that evening as we were leaving the apartment building, Jerry took some disks out of his lunchbox and handed them to me.

    "Here you go, sport," he said with a grin and a wink. "Enjoy watching them with that hot-box wife of yours."

    "Yeah, thanks, Jerry. I'll get them back to you in a few days." I didn't mention that I most likely would be watching them alone.

    "Ain't any hurry," he said. "I got plenty of them. See you Monday."  I hadn't realized that it was Friday already. The union laborers wouldn't allow us to work on Saturday, Sunday, or holidays. 

    I didn't dare just spring the porn on Linda so I had to be clever about it. Since I had pawned the DVD player we had in the bedroom we only had the one, which was in the living room with the bigger TV. After our dinner of, you guessed it, mac and cheese, we adjourned to the living room to see what was on TV. We were without cable so we were pretty much at the mercy of the broadcast stations and of course they showed no mercy.

    On the way home I had splurged and bought a six-pack of beer and a bottle of cheap wine for Linda. I offered her a glass of the vile wine and got myself a beer.

    "Want to watch a movie?" I casually mentioned to Linda. "Jerry loaned it to me so I don't know what it is."

    "Sure, why not?' she said. "Anything would beat what's on."

    I slipped the disk in the player and went back to sit beside her. I was poised, ready to spring up and removed the disk should she indicate it was necessary.  She fooled me.

    The movie had a plot, but like most porn, it was not a great plot. Apparently, two black convicts had escaped from jail or prison and had eventually made it to a house occupied by a lone white woman.

    The two convicts broke into the house while the woman was taking a shower and when she emerged from the bath they were on her like stink on a turd.

    At first they took turns fucking her. One after another while she gallantly fought them. At least the viewer was supposed to think she fought. I didn't detect much fight. 

    After they both fucked her on the bathroom floor they went into the bedroom and started all over again. After a while, she started servicing both the black criminals. One in her pussy while she sucked the other one. That action lasted for some time and suddenly they both started fucking her. One in her ass and one in her pussy. That took place about forty minutes into the movie.

    Aside from the fact that Linda watched the nasty flick, the biggest surprise was how intently she watched it. I'm not sure she even blinked. Just as shocking was the fact she finished the glass of wine and asked for more. Most of the time Linda could make a glass of wine last for the whole evening. I hit the pause button, stopping the action, and went to get her drink and myself another beer. The six-pack had to last me all weekend so taking the second beer was risking running out. I was so excited that my wife was watching the movie I took the chance, 

    When I returned to the living room, she was gone but she reappeared a few minutes later. She had changed from her other clothes to a negligee. After we settled back in and I started the movie again, I was surprised that Linda scooted closer to me. I was even more surprised a few minutes later when she put my arm around her neck and pulled my hand down over the breast.

    Now I was excited and more than a little confused. I was actually touching her tit, we were not in the bedroom, and the lights were not off. That was where I was only allowed to play with her big boobies. To make thing even more interesting her nipple was rock hard.

    Meanwhile on the TV screen things were really heating up. The pretty lady was getting astride one of the mean convicts while he lay on his back. She was aiming his hard cock at her snatch. The other convict was behind them stroking his big black dick to full hardness. The woman was successful getting the first man's dick in her cunt.

    "Now put your cock in my ass," the poor "helpless" woman said to the waiting escaped convict. "Shove that beautiful cock in my ass and both of you fuck me until I pass-out." Linda was breathing hard and I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger through the material of her robe. That apparently wasn't satisfactory because she pulled the robe open and guided my hand back to her bare breast. Just as soon as I got her nipple back in my fingers she gasped loudly, quivered some and yelped softly. Son of a bitch she had an orgasm. Not one to write home about but a climax none-the-less.  Not only had she cum, but also her hand was on my lap and she was actually searching for my cock.

    I unzipped my pants and took my hard dick out to make it easy for her. Her hand found my dick and I thought she was going to pull it off. I cautioned her to take it easy. Next thing I knew we were in full make-out mode. Her lips were on mine and she seemed determined to suck my face off and her hand never left my dick.

    I'm not sure exactly when we left the living room and went up the stairs to the bedroom. All I'm certain of Linda and I did not make love. We fucked and we fucked a lot. My demure, shy little wifey turned into a demanding sex machine. Unlike before she wasn't content with one go. When I dumped my load in her, she was on my dick like a duck on a bug. She sucked and stroked it until I was up and ready again.  She mounted me like a cowgirl getting on a bucking horse. She rode me hard until I added a smaller load to the accumulated jizz in her pussy and still she wasn't satisfied. 

    She did give me a few moments to regain some ability to breath and reload. While I did that, she went down to the kitchen and got me another bottle of beer and herself another glass of wine. The moment I finished the beer she was back on me and with all the surprises I had suffered; I got the biggest one then.

    "Sammy, I want you to fuck me like they did to that slut in the movie," she said. "Pump it in me and fuck the shit out of me."

    Oh my God! Linda said the F-word not only once but twice!  "Come on Sammy, baby," she said loudly. "I'm burning up. Fuck me, damn you!" 

    Shooting-off three times in one night wasn't a record for me, but it was getting close and none of the multiple times was with Linda. I could only give it the ol' college try. I did manage to stay hard long enough for Linda to have another screeching orgasm and then I was finished for the night. I held her for a few minutes until she stopped trembling and fell asleep and I quickly followed her to dreamland.