NON-FICTION, fond memories!

[BisexualJamie]

I never hid my bisexuality to my (now) wife of almost 20yrs, was completely open about it very early on in our dating years.

Wind forward (or backwards!) to 2018 and we were staying away for a night for a gig. The morning afterwards (important to note as it means we were sober!) we were chatting about people my wife knew and I suggested that one may be an escort. She didn't dismiss it and then suggested to me that I could do some escorting as a way to meet guys.

Sure, who needs to be an escort to meet guys, but I was taken aback (albeit also pleased) by her suggestion.

Later that day, we returned home, suitably 'lubricated' thanks to having a few drinks on the 3hr train journey. The 'escort chat' continued and out of 'curiosity' I found a site and looked up what guys were charging. From memory, I doubt it was even £50 per hour. Curiosity peaked, I said to my wife, "I wonder what girls charge?"... Some keyboard-tapping, mouse-clicking and my next words: "Fucking hell!".
"What? How much?", my wife asked inquisitively.
The rate was triple, £150 per hour.

Wine (for her), beer (for me) in full flow, we decided to take some photos and create a profile for both of us, separately.

I then noticed a facility on the site whereby you could 'bid' for meets that gentlemen were advertising for. Checking in with her, I told my wife how many girls had also bid, and she thought she wouldn't stand a chance and it was all just a laugh anyway. So we bid for two, maybe more. Then we went to bed and forgot all about it.

The following morning...

[BisexualJamie]

The following morning, we woke, a little bit groggy and as our consciousness slowly became more alert, "Oh my god! I forgot!", I exclaimed. "What?... [penny drops] Oh god!" my wife replies.

I dashed to the living room, ripped open the laptop in excited apprehension - those mixed feelings any cuck would recognise.

I logged in and there were two replies - one from a chap who had already booked someone and was gutted he had done because he would sooner have booked the mrs and the second one sent that very morning, "I know it's short notice but was hoping..."

[nnjcpl2002]

Please continue. Very interesting topics. Thanks.

[BisexualJamie]

- Background for context -
My wife, let's call her 'J', is 40, I'm 51. She comes from a rural conservative village and we met almost 20 years ago. Her only sexual experience had been with a fella so drunk he couldn't 'perform'. So when we got together, perhaps I underestimated quite how inexperienced she was. I was, in truth, her first and only. Until that Sunday morning...

The guy was a similar age to J, maybe a year or two younger. He was staying at a hotel about five miles away and wanted to book J for an hour. I remember her excitement at the money and her nerves at what she would have to do to get it. She went straight to the bathroom to start getting ready, started talking about what clothes she should wear (it was a Sunday morning and she didn't want to look too slutty) and I knew she was going to go through with it - albeit with a lot of "oh my god, I can't believe I'm fucking doing this" accompanied with an occasional 'refreshing' morning drink.

My heart was thumping like mad and I couldn't believe it either when we both left home and I was her driver!

I doubt it was more than a 10-15 minute drive to the hotel, but we were both nervous, but kinda excited nerves. I pulled up to the hotel and dropped her outside the door. In she went, and off I went...

That hour went by soooo slowly. The slowest hour of our 20yrs together I reckon! My primary concern was her personal safety, but it was a mainstream hotel and busy. Although I knew she'd be ok, I also didn't know she would be! I went to the petrol station to use the toilet. I went to Burger King to order a tea (I didn't much feel like eating), went to the toilet (again). Nerves and adrenalin were in charge of my body.

And then the text after almost an hour: "Come get me".

[nnjcpl2002]

Interesting experience. Please continue!

[Aussiem]

I have to admit, this is one of my fantasies. In our younger days I was hoping my wife might try this sort of thing. Closest she got was fucking her bike mechanic and getting free, um, services ,with fluid top ups

[BisexualJamie]

“Are you ok?”, I asked, with deep-seated anguish. I didn’t know if she had been treated respectfully or… otherwise.

I gave her the space she needed to adjust to ‘normality’. I wasn’t after details at this point, I just wanted to make sure she was ‘ok’ (whatever that meant).

As she closed the door and put the seatbelt on, she simply said, “I can’t believe what I’ve just done!”

[subtoall]

Great start! Please continue.