What It's Like to Have Sex With Another Man's Wife for Money

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Something is wrong. From moment David* hops into my car, I can tell that something has happened—something extreme. He doesn’t seem depressed or upset, just…affected. I’ve never seen him this quiet. He’s my best friend, and I’m actually having to force small talk. “So, how’s it going?” I ask.

His usually jaunty favorite response falls flat from his lips: “Stellar.”

My mind races during the awkward drive to 24-Hour Fitness. Typically, I’m trying to shut him up; today, he might as well be made of stone.

“So, is everything all right?” I ask as we pull into the parking lot.

“Great. Everything’s just great.” But I knew it was anything but.

In the locker room, things go from bad to worse. Retrieving a pair of sweats from his gym bag, David says, “I’ll be back,” then retreats to change in a nearby stall. Something is VERY wrong. No way this is the same guy who can’t walk past a mirror without checking himself out’ the same guy who boldly struts around naked at the drop of a towel. What the hell has happened?

“Would you tell me already?” I shout, frustrated.

“I’ll tell you on the Stairmaster,” he sighs.

Apparently, David had taken a new part-time job. A month ago, he’d been hired by a man to have sex with his wife while he watched. Having difficulty making ends meet, my friend welcomed the three hundred dollars a week with open arms. “He had a thing for seeing black dudes fuck his wife,” David recalls. “I don’t get it, but it worked for me.” He was being paid to have sex with a woman who was actually attractive, living the fantasy of most straight men. “I thought I’d struck gold,” he says, laughing at his attitude in retrospect.

“The first time was really cool. The guy’s wife was hot, and all he wanted to do was jack off while watching us get down.” Concentrating on the task at hand, David pretended the husband wasn’t in the room. However, by the second session, the cuckold became impossible to ignore. “He got more comfortable… He wanted to ‘clean me up,’ ” David told me.

Drawing a blank, I’d never felt more naïve. “What do mean, ‘clean you up’?” I asked. (I honestly imagined a washcloth and soap.)

Struggling to find the right words, David explained: “Pretty much, right after I was done, he wanted to go down on me. Right after fucking her bareback.”

I almost fell off the Stairmaster!

No wonder he’d been acting strange. “That’s a lot to get over,” I sympathized. “No wonder you’ve been acting strange.”

But from his ironic, wistful expression, I could see that there was more to the story.

A little history on my friend Dave. Ever since he’d been discharged from the Marines, he’d been having a tough time. A lot of the skills he’d learned in the military simply didn’t translate to civilian life. What happens to men that are unemployed and beautiful? Many slowly become hustlers. David did a couple of solo films, but this was his first outing as a sex worker. Well-built and well hung, it seemed like an appropriate job change.

“I felt like I was on the set all over again,” he recalls. “The husband started to direct me. ‘Fuck her missionary! Fuck her doggy-style!’ He was totally getting on my nerves!”

From what I’ve been able to gather on the kink of cuckolding is that, normally, the husband is submissive and the wife is dominant. I saw a film once, where the wife kept telling her lover how much better he was than her husband, noting how much bigger he was as her husband watched. David’s story blew my understanding wide open.