May 172015

He told me no to sex. I was a bit taken aback – I had expressed it was a hard day for me and I was emotional, and yet when it was time to go to bed, he told me he wasn’t coming to bed with me and wasn’t “tucking me in”- our code in front of kids for when he gives me sex and then leaves me to sleep while he stays up for a bit longer.

A couple of hours later, I texted him that I wanted sex, and that I was willing to pay for it. The last part was for playfulness, but I thought it would intrigue him. It did. He came into the bedroom a minute later and asked how I planned on paying, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes evident even with the dim lighting from my nightstand.

He was so tall standing there in the doorway. His head was just below the door frame, his broad shoulders nearly taking up the width of the opening. He was shirtless and still wearing his uniform pants. His body tapered to that V that men so often hope to achieve – that his body just seemed to naturally do.

He took my breath away and made my body quicken that years of marriage have not dulled.

I smiled at him and he closed the door, slid into bed beside me, still kept on his pants. I rolled over onto my side and my hand stroked up and down his chest.


“A kiss?” I offered, knowing that the answer would be denied as payment but leaned in and kissed him anyhow. His lips were so incredibly soft and plump against my own.

He smiled after the kiss. “Yes, that’s great and all, but I want actual payment. How will you paying me?”

My smile grew bigger. “Do you take credit cards?”

He chuckled. “I actually do.” I leaned in for another kiss but his hand pushed me away from him. “Payment first,” he insisted. I rolled my eyes as I rolled out of bed, and went to a dresser drawer where I kept some cash. I pulled a bill out, hoped it was small, and pressed into his hand as I leaned in for another kiss. After the kiss, he looked at the $20 in his hand and again laughed. “What do you suppose this will get you? Surely I’m worth more.”

I chuckled. “That remains to be seen. So far, nope, that’s about it.” His eyes widened at my sass. “Besides which, I believe that you get paid after services rendered.”

“I don’t think so,” he said softly and placed the money in my hand. “Go do better. I’m worth it.”

I sighed and fetched some more money, totaling a couple hundred dollars, pressed it in his hand the same way while I pressed my advantage with another kiss. After the kiss, I looked across his smooth expanse of chest to the money he gripped in his hand opposite me, took in the sight of his uniform pants still on, and decided I quite liked the look of it, but one thing needed to change. “Now get naked, I need to see what goods I’m getting for my money,” I demanded.

“I don’t think so, I think it’s a fuck-you-with-my-pants-on, kind of night.” I was indignant yet I clenched in anticipation of any type of fucking, of the promise of dominance that his tone held in those words.

“No way. I paid for you, I get to see you.”

I went to reach into his pants to feel him and his hand quickly encircled my wrist and pulled me back, his body rotated above and onto me. His uniform pants were rough between my naked thighs. He pinned my other wrist and leaned down to kiss my neck. “My pimp didn’t negotiate my being fully naked. Be grateful you have my shirt off,” he growled into my ear and nipped at my neck. I shivered at the tiny goosebumps that appeared all over me. He positioned both my wrists to be gripped by one hand, the other hand moved lower to finger me to an orgasm.

“Naked was most certainly negotiated with your pimp,” I insisted after I caught my thoughts again.

“Oh yes? And what else was negotiated. Just an orgasm? Because if so, I’m done here.” He looked down at me, a soft smile played about his lips.

“Certainly not! I paid good money, and not for just one orgasm by fingering. I believe I paid for sex, and multiple orgasms. You better deliver.”

He chuckled and released my wrists, leaned back on his knees between my legs. “Well if it’s just a fucking, hand me the lube and we’ll get right to it. And that fingering will cost you extra.”

“Ha! I don’t think so. And take off your pants, I want to see what I bought.” It occurred to me that I had no idea where the money was.

He moved off the bed swiftly, pulled me to where my head hung off the side of the bed. That command did earn me his pants off, but it was to slide them down just enough so that he could slide his length into my mouth. He leaned forward and fingered me to another orgasm while I (finally) deep throated his entire length.

With amazing skills like that, he should have been paying me.


We were both pretty impressed with my feat of deep throating, so much so that he took off his pants fully and fucked me senseless, reminded me that he was working for his money. I muttered a sleepy “worth every cent” comment as I drifted to sleep in his arms.

I’ll be a repeat customer.

Wicked Wednesday


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Just paid my husband for sex. Told him his services better be damn worth it, kind of sexy to see him holding cash & the expectation of sex-M

Best part (besides the sex) is that he handed the money back to me after services rendered -M

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  15 Responses to “Services Rendered”

  1. I love this!!! Knowing the two of you- I can see it playing in my head like a movie!!! Glad you got your monies worth… And he paid you back. Lol 😉

  2. I love the interplay that happens when one partner is so desparate for sex they’ll go to any lengths to get it, and the other can tease & deny.

  3. mmmm this is deliciously sexy!

    And great on the deepthroating. I’m still practicing 😉

    Rebel xox

  4. I love this! It’s so sweet and sexy all at once. I love all the little ways we find new ways to play with our partners. 🙂

  5. God this was hot! A brilliant story and so original… Love it!

  6. This is so fun and so sexy.

  7. This is sooo hot,. I love how he twists things around keeping hold of the ‘power’ within the moment despite you being the one with the money.


  8. I loved the dynamic. The way you made the pants almost an antagonist was a nice touch as well.

  9. Wonderful twists with the thought of money changing hands! I’ve often fantasised about paying for services rendered . . . and/or being paid for offering services of my own!!!
    Very arousing!!!
    Xxx – K

  10. Damn, this is hot as fuck! I have to be honest, I never initiate sex, the fear of rejection is just too much, but I love that you turned a no into an incredibly sexy yes 😀


  11. Too cute. I love it when long-term couples are so playful. I could totally see him…standing there in the doorway…lovely way with words…I’m inspired – may have to “pay” my man tonight, as well.

  12. I love this. It’s mostly me that initiates sex but he always somehow maintains the upper hand!

  13. This was seriously hot to read!

    xx Dee

  14. I loved this so much, I read it again. 😉

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