Wife's Night Out by Kimiko

Kimi gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had just stepped out of the shower a few minutes before, and had blow-dried her long, black hair. She was tiny and slim, barely five feet tall, on tiptoe. Her features were strongly Japanese, favoring her father rather than her Caucasian mother, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes. Her eyes took in her smallish, 34b breasts and her tiny brown nipples that were constantly betraying her by showing through her clothing. She weighed 95 pounds, and her tummy was still as flat as when she was in high school. She had carefully shaved the hair between her legs, feeling it was somehow appropriate for this evening. The thin gold chain around her waist and her gold clit ring added a suggestion of exoticism. She turned to the side, checking out her cute butt, which she considered by far her best feature. “I can do this,” she whispered to herself, building her courage for what she had decided to do. She walked to her dresser and slid on some bikini panties, a pair of tight, low-rider jeans and a tee-shirt. She wore no bra.Walking into the living room, she saw with distaste that her husband Eric had fallen asleep in the recliner. It was his Monday night ritual — the football game he had been watching was still on.

Kimi and Eric had been married for two years. He was nice to her, made a good income, and he was handsome and intelligent. But there was something missing, something that created a growing hollow within Kimi. He had become….boring. Especially sexually. When she had met him in college five years earlier, they had nearly fucked themselves to death, both willing to do almost anything to fulfill each other’s fantasies. But somehow, the spark had gone out, despite her best efforts to arouse him. She couldn’t believe that he had become so insensitive to what he knew she possessed: a powerful and almost insatiable need for sex.

Finally, Kimi had come to a decision. If Eric would not meet her needs, she would meet them some other way. Tonight was to be the beginning of her sexual odyssey.

“Eric…” she said, nudging him awake.

His eyes opened and he looked up at her groggily. “Wha….?”

“Eric, I have to go to the college library to do some research in the periodical files. For my paper. I’ll be there pretty late, so don’t wait up.” A part-time graduate student, Kimi was doing research on education theory.

“Okay, darling. Be careful,” said her husband, his head falling back again.

Kimi smiled inwardly at the irony of his comment. Careful was the one thing she could not and would not be tonight.

Kimi walked to the elevator of their high-rise condominium complex, and rode down to the parking garage. Getting into her Acura sedan, she reached into the back seat and retrieved a gym bag she had left there earlier in the day. Looking around to make sure no one saw her, she stripped off her top, then unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, untangling her feet. Quickly, she began putting on the clothes from the gym bag: A tight, black, spandex miniskirt that barely covered her pert ass, a short, sequined, low-cut, spaghetti-strap top that bared her tummy. Clear, high-heeled platform sandals completed the outfit, which Kimi had been referring to in her mind as her “fuck-me suit”. She quickly applied eye liner and lip gloss, using the vanity mirror on the visor.

Satisfied that she looked sufficiently slutty, Kimi started the car and drove through the city streets to the Tenderloin, finding a fortuitous parking space on O’Farrell Street and sliding the car into it. She paused for a few minutes, gathering her courage. Part of her couldn’t believe that she was capable of taking this kind of insane risk. And yet, the thought of what she planned excited her, and caused her to feel a familiar warm wetness between her legs. Because what Kimi had in mind was to become a hooker, a streetwalker, a whore. It was just for this one night, she told herself…or at least, she had refused to let herself think beyond tonight.

Finally, she took a deep breath, and got out of the car. Walking slowly toward Larkin Street, she turned the corner and walked past the New Century Theater, where the marquee and displays in the windows screamed to her of naked girls, private shows, and XXX-rated movies. She was almost tempted to go in, to see what it was like, but she felt she should stick with her plan for the evening. Perhaps another time, she thought.

A block up the street, she began to see prostitutes…or rather, she thought to herself, OTHER prostitutes. They mostly just glanced at her with disdain, as if they saw right through her disguise, but perhaps she imagined it. She watched them for awhile from a recessed doorway. Cars would pull up and a girl would walk to the driver’s window and talk to the occupant. Often, the driver would pull away and keep looking, or the hooker would decide that something didn’t look right. Or maybe they couldn’t agree on the price. But other times, the girl would walk around to the other door and slide into the car.

Kimi watched the girls plying their trade, and decided she could successfully compete with them. She was younger than most, prettier than most, certainly thinner than most, and surprisingly, considering how trashy-looking she felt tonight, better dressed than most.

Nevertheless, Kimi decided to walk further up Larkin, thinking that she didn’t want to be one of the crowd. Maybe there was some sort of pecking order or territorial rights among the sisterhood that she shouldn’t violate. Awkward to find herself lying dead on the pavement with a knife in her back. She began walking up the sidewalk, letting her ass sway more than usual, trying to draw attention to it in the tight spandex skirt. She paused at the proverbial street lamp, leaning against it and watching the traffic. A BMW roadster drove by slowly, and she could tell that the man in the driver’s seat was checking her out. She made eye contact with him, but he continued past her and made a right turn. A minute later he came up the street again, this time pulling to the curb. “This is it,” Kimi said to herself. Thank God he doesn’t look like some kind of chainsaw murderer.

Kimi walked around to the driver’s side, and leaned on the door with her arms, sticking her butt out and letting him see her braless breasts under the loose, low-cut top. “Want some company tonight”, she purred, wishing she had thought of something a bit more innovative.

“Maybe,” the man said. He looked to be about 50. “You a cop?”

“No, are you?” replied Kimi, ingeniously.

The man chuckled, reached out and took her hand, and before Kimi could react, guided it to his crotch. “Does this feel like a cop’s dick?”

Kimi closed her fingers around his hardness, plainly evident through the thin material of his pants. Her breathing quickened. His penis was large, no doubt about that. I guess this must be the drill, she thought to herself. “Mmmm, no, it doesn’t feel like that. So, how about we have some fun together?” she said, rubbing his erect penis.

“Okay, get in,” said the man.

Kimi walked around in front of the headlights, opened the passenger door, and slid into the seat. “So, what did you have in mind, sweetie?” she asked.

“I don’t have much time. How about we just find a nice dark little spot and you can suck me off in the car?”

“Mmm, I’d love to,” replied Kimi, relieved to know that her first “john” wasn’t going to demand too much from her. “Turn left at the next street.” He gunned the BMW and drove off, crossing Van Ness and entering a different neighborhood. Seeing a darkened parking lot for a nearby hotel, Kimi told him to park in it. He pulled in, turned off the motor and turned to look at her.

Kimi smiled at him. “Okay, sweetie, it’s going to be $120 – and another $20 if you want to cum in my mouth.” Kimi had had no idea what to charge people, but she was, after all, a social scientist, and she had researched the matter on the internet. Amazing the things you could find out online these days, she had thought to herself.

“I’d love to shoot my load in that luscious mouth of yours, baby…how about $120 total. It’s all I have on me, unless we go hit an ATM.”

Kimi didn’t particularly care about the money, but she was enough of an actress to want to play her role authentically and believably. On the other hand, she didn’t want to waste time cruising around with this guy looking for an ATM. “Okay, $120.” He dug his wallet out of his pants and counted out the bills. She put the money in her clutch purse and then climbed up on her knees on the leather seat, smiling. “Thank you sweetie. Pull your pants down and let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

The man unfastened his pants and slid them down to his ankles, along with his shorts, and spread his legs apart, leaning back against the seat. His penis, as she expected, was large and stiff, perhaps seven inches long, and thick, with a flared, mushroom-like crown. The infinite variety of nature, thought Kimi. “Mmmm, YOU sure didn’t get cheated, sweetie,” she said, figuring a compliment couldn’t hurt the proceedings, and might put him more at ease. He laughed, and she leaned forward, extended her tongue, and slowly encircled the head, getting it wet with her saliva. Kimi had always prided herself on her cocksucking – she had never been with a man who hadn’t complimented her on her talents in that area, and she had never encountered a man she couldn’t bring to orgasm that way, usually in a very short time. Without further preliminaries, she slide her lips down over the crown and engulfed his cock in her mouth, her lips gliding down the smooth shaft, until she felt the head of his penis lodge in the back of her throat.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck…” he sighed as she took him deep into the warmth of her mouth. “That’s it….suck my cock, baby.” Her mouth was flooded with saliva as she began to slowly bob her head, making soft, slurping sounds as she sucked him. Kimi considered wetness to be the first rule of sucking cock. Everything should be wet, wet, wet. Dripping, drooling, slurpy, slippery wet. Keeping her lips ovaled tightly around his girth, and careful to avoid touching him with her teeth, her head moving slowly up and down, nursing on his dick and making soft slurping sounds.