Yesterday my husband came in from work and said I should put on my black high heeled boots and nothing else except for some KY on my ass and lean over the sofa, then he went back outside. Puzzled, I did as he asked. About 10 minutes later, he walked back in with our next door neighbor. He's about 60, and his wife died about a year ago from cancer. Words were apparently exchanged outside, because my neighbor just walked right over, unzipped, rubbed his cock up and down my asscrack, and popped it right in my pooper. He's not overly large, so the lack of preparation didn't particularly bother my high mileage sphincter. When he was done, he pulled out and came on my butt cheeks, wiped himself off on me, and zipped up. My husband charged him two dollars, paid with one two dollar bill. When my neighbor left, my husband came back in and screwed my twat, then went out to the car and brought in a big plastic transparent coca-cola bottle shaped piggy bank, into which he dropped the two dollar bill. He says that when my asshole earns enough money, he's going to buy me a bigger set of tits. I've never fucked for money before, but now that I am officially my husband's whore he also bought me a new t-shirt. It's a thin white tee shirt that is plain on the front, and on the back it has the words FOR RENT. 
