EVOLUTION

[JRE2]

Not the end, but the following chapters need work.

[DavidnDaria]

Take your time! You're doing great!

[SamWarrens]

I hope this isn't the end.
Stories of her further exploits with other men would be appreciated.

[nnjcpl2002]

Please continue your great work, JRE.

[OZCPL]

Excellent work, more please.

Are you still planning to write more of this story, thank you.

[JRE2]

OZCPL...and others...I apologize for not posting chapters in a logical and timely way. The story was never intended to be posted anywhere for public consumption, and was originally only a collection of thoughts and vignettes that I had thrown together over a couple of years. I honestly don't know where I'm going next, or where I'll end story, but when I reach that point, I promise it will not be left hanging. As of today, I have four more chapters in work, but I'm having to edit and rewrite to keep them in a coherent sequence.

Thanks again to everyone for the interest and patience to follow my rambling story! If I can find the time to write, I should complete two more chapters this weekend.

[SamWarrens]

Take your time, do it right.
We'll wait.

[JRE2]

Part Three, More Fantasies Revealed



Chapter Eighteen

“What’s Your Price?”



Jim returned from his business trip and Jean had visited him a couple of times so life had mostly settled into a comfortable, though unusual, normal, but Jean’s curiosity continued to explore new ideas.

It was what waterfowl hunters called a “bluebird day”, one of those crisp, clear, fall days that nature had painted a red and gold masterpiece in the surrounding hills. It was also the end of the major league baseball season and the Boys of Summer were down to the deciding game of the world series.
Jim was a more enthusiastic about sports than I was, but his favorite team was playing, so the desire to follow the post-season playoffs was a big deal for him. Always ready to spend time with Jean, he invited us to watch the game at his place. I was ambivalent about watching baseball but accepted his invitation and as usual Jean was eager to visit him. It had been about two weeks, and she let me know in no uncertain terms that she was feeling a need, and that she expected more than sports talk following the game.

The morning of the game, I was stricken with one of my occasional migraine headaches. A double dose of Tylenol didn’t faze the pain and sitting in front of a blaring television set was the last thing I wanted until the headache was gone. The only effective migraine treatment for me is bed rest in a dark, quiet room, but that would not be the situation watching a ball game that barely interested me, and with his big screen TV blasting the sounds of the action. I called and begged off but told him I would send Jean to keep him company. No doubt they both preferred that anyway, so I experienced no guilt by not going.

My caring wife had volunteered to stay home and keep me company, but I’m sure her fingers were crossed hoping I’d do exactly what I offered. At least I think that’s what her happy smile was trying to convey while I was on the phone with Jim!

What I didn’t know or expect was that Jim had invited other guests to watch the game. Two representatives from the out-of-state parts vendor he had been working with were trying to resolve an issue with a high-tech electronic product they manufactured for Jim’s plant. They had been scheduled to fly home that morning, but at the last minute another glitch with their equipment required them to stay longer. It was a Saturday and it was too late to get another flight that day, and since Jim had been their escort since their arrival, he felt obligated to invite them to watch the game at his place.
Jean was disappointed that she wouldn’t have him to herself as she was hoping for a good sexual romp, but when I suggested she just spend the night after his guests left, her spirits perked up.

Since Jim had to work, he asked her to run a few errands to pick up food and drink for his visitors. She readily agreed since she loved doing little things that pleased him and had become noticeably submissive to his requests.

Jim had expected her to pick up a bucket of chicken wings, a veggie tray and enough drinks and snacks to last the evening, but she decided to surprise him and set up a buffet to impress his guests. She enjoyed baking, and since she had the time, she made blueberry tarts and a pumpkin pie from scratch, as she knew they were Jim’s favorites.

Though my head was throbbing, it was entertaining to watch her bustle around the kitchen, her excitement fueled by the idea of surprising Jim with a table full of party foods, and I know she was expecting Jim to repay her effort with a hard cock after the game. Typically, the days leading up to a planned visit with Jim, her arousal would build from the moment she got up until she finally reached his house. She admitted that by the time she arrived, they were usually so horny that they usually went from a greeting kiss straight to the bedroom, but this time they would have to wait until his visitors left.

Jean decided to forgo casual and dress nicely to impress Jim’s guests. She dug through her closet and found an emerald green dress she hadn’t worn for years. It was one of my favorites before my ED days entered the picture, so I was all for her choice. It had a plunging neckline, and she still had the body to make it work. As middle age had crept up on her, she had outgrown the dress but her recent dieting and workout regimen allowed it to fit even nicer than it had years earlier. She threw her shoulders back and inhaled as she smoothed it around her hips and tummy and adjusted the neckline. The snugness only emphasized her attractive, curvy figure.

“What do you think? Too tight? Too out of style? Am I too old for it?”

“None of the above! It fits great and you look years younger than your real age, so in my opinion it’s perfect!”

She wrinkled her nose and grinned her thanks, then opened the closet and modeled before the full-length mirror on the door. Pleased with the look, she added a pair of comfortable, matching shoes and the necklace she had last worn with the black dress the night of her seduction. The jewelry was the perfect touch. She turned and lifted the back of her hair, and with inquisitive eyebrows, silently sought my opinion about how to wear her hair.

“Up…definitely up! You’d look great on the arm of a grand duke either way, but I vote for up!”

Jean laughed with dancing eyes.

“Grand duke? Really! Have there ever been such things as grand dukes? Certainly not in our lifetimes. No, sweetie, his guests are just engineers.”
“Royalty or engineers, no difference. Every man appreciates a beautiful woman.”

“Thanks for the compliment, you sweet-talking man, but as old as I am, and as horny as I’ve been, they’d probably think I’m just a worn-out old call girl long past time to retire!”

“You’re still gorgeous, Sweetheart, and I think having a steady boyfriend and good sex keeps you that way. Everyone will love you.”

She put her arms around my neck and gave me a peck on my lips.

“I know that having a wonderful husband, and a boyfriend with a talented cock does wonders for my disposition. In case I’ve forgotten to tell you, I’m a tremendously lucky woman and I’m totally in love with you!”

She slipped out of the dress and placed it on a hanger, then turned to me with a sweet smile.

“Since I’m so horny and still have a couple of hours, I think I’m going to let you have a little of me right now. I won’t tell Jim that he has to settle for seconds this time!”

There was no way I could refuse, since thoughts of her spending the night with Jim had already primed my libido. She was plainly in a similar condition, so foreplay was brief…as was the act itself…but we both achieved our goals.

My mind was far across town with her expected post-game sex with Jim. What I didn’t expect was that the evening might become anything more than the usual, but I was mistaken. As we enjoyed relaxing together after our brief, but gratifying activity, she dropped a bombshell.

“I wonder if Jim’s guests would be interested in playing with an old woman?”

I didn’t see that one coming, but it gave me a laugh.

“My God, you really are horny, aren’t you?

She placed her palms on her cheeks and scrunched her eyes.

“I know, I know! I am! Terrible, aren’t I?”

“Not terrible at all, but surprising…without question. It’s hard to believe that a year ago you were a unassuming housewife putting up with a mal-functioning husband, and now you’ve become a sexual goddess! Don’t get me wrong, I love it…as would a lot of husbands…but the speed of your change is incredible. Was it our talk a few days ago that made you think about other men?”

Her guilty smirk silently confirmed her thoughts. She shrugged and didn’t duck the question.

“Guilty as charged! I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit since we talked, and if the right guy came along…I don’t know, but I think I’d like to do it…if I had the nerve, and with your blessings, of course!”

She looked embarrassed, but her awkward smile said she was simply being truthful.

“I’ve already told you I’m okay with it, but did Jim agree, or have you even told him?”

She nodded.

“We’ve discussed the idea a couple of times since the night he shared me with M, and he said it would be okay if I wanted to be with another man as long as I kept him informed…the same rules you expect.”

“Do you know anything about these guys he invited over?”

“No, he just said they were good guys and that he liked working with them. One is just a kid and his boss is an older man…and a veteran, so I understand why he invited them…you men are all the same when it comes to the military brotherhood.”

“Do they know you’ll be there?”

“I don’t know…I suppose they do by now, but they would probably expect someone a lot younger. When we do meet, I would just like them think that despite my age I’m a woman who knows how to satisfy a younger man, so I want to look my best. After all, we old ladies have egos too!”

It was nearly noon when Jim called to check with Jean. She assured him that she would pick up more than enough food and drink for him and his guests, and that it would be ready any time they chose to eat. He suggested that they would forego a lunch break, leave work about three, and then eat when they arrived at his house. She agreed and said not to worry, that she would be ready with the food.

Jean left to buy the things she needed from Krogers, so I swallowed more painkillers and rested on the bed with a cold pack over my eyes while I fantasized about what might happen when the World Series party began.

When Jean returned, I heard her packing the goodies and taking them out to her car. Then she came in the bedroom, stripped and stepped into the shower. From my vantage point on the bed, I could see her reflection in the mirror on her dressing table as she showered. Watching her innocent nakedness on display as she bathed and hummed a nameless tune made me recall her account of the evening Jim and M fulfilled her fantasy of being restrained and forcefully taken by two men. Unlike that time with two lecherous voyeurs orchestrating her preparations, I was the only one watching her prepare for another new adventure. She ignored my presence and the low tune she was humming along with the contented smile told me her mind was exploring the possibilities.

After toweling herself dry she sat at the dressing table in a short terry robe and prepared for the party. With a bit of natural curl, her hair always looked good when worn casually, but since she decided to wear it up, it took a while to achieve the more enigmatic look she wanted.

She spent another half-hour carefully applying makeup before rushing to get dressed. She put on a lacy garter belt and sheer stockings before slipping into the dress. As I suspected, she wore no panties. Watching the green fabric fall around her hips and cover her inviting nakedness made my blood surge. While my arousal felt wonderful, my headache began to throb harder and I had to force myself to stop thinking about what Jim was going to do with her after the ball game.

Jean finished dressing and thoughtfully studied her image in the mirror. She seemed to struggle with a thought, then turned and posed for me.

“Do I look okay?”

“Beautiful.”

She grinned mischievously.

“Do I look too horny?”

“Whoever looks at you will be the one getting horny. You look wonderfully fuckable.”

She turned to the mirror again and cupped a breast with each hand. Her excited nipples were clearly visible through the dress. She pinched and rolled each one until they begged for freedom.

“I must admit, I do look horny, don’t I? Do you mind? Wonderfully fuckable, huh?”

“No, I don’t mind and yes, you do look horny, and wonderfully fuckable, and Jim will love the look.”

With her chin resting in her hand, she studied herself in the mirror for an interminable time. I could almost read her mind. She turned her head and smiled seductively with half-closed eyes.

“Honey, if we weren’t married, and you met me for the first time, would you want to have sex with me?”

“It would be my very first thought…even with my recent condition.”

“What if I told you I charged for my company…would you still want to?

It was clear where this conversation was going.

“I would, but I’d be concerned that my bank account wasn’t big enough to afford a hot woman like you. You look classy and high-priced and I wouldn’t want to be disappointed if I learned that I couldn’t pay the price.”

She grinned as we exchanged looks in the mirror.

“How much? If you had the money, how much would you pay? Or how much do you think a date with me would be worth?”

“That’s unfair…I’d pay everything I had.”

“Oh pooh!…I love your compliments, but you’re being silly and biased again! Seriously, how much do you think escorts charge…older ones?”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but why do you want to know?”

“I read an article online that said many women have a fantasy about having sex for money. Honestly, that’s another fantasy I’ve never told anyone about before, but when we were young, and you were deployed, I’d sometimes masturbate and pretend I was a call girl. I never would have done it, but it always made me hot and I’d come really hard thinking about it…and sometimes it still does get me hot. If not for it being illegal, just once I’d like to see if a man would be willing to pay me to have sex with him.”

Once again, my previously staid and quiet wife was surprising me, but I played along.

“All I’ve ever heard was…and that’s not a lot…is that the price varies…from a few hundred for an evening date, to several thousand…or even more if the client has the money and is willing to pay. I’m sure it also depends on where you are, but I’m sure that like every other commodity it mostly depends on the quality and availability of the product…if you’ll pardon the comparison.”

“Would you be upset if I pretend to be a retired escort tonight? I’ll never see Jim’s guests again, and it would be fun to see if I could fool them. Even if they were interested, I’m sure I’d never have the nerve to go through with it, but I’d get my chance to pretend.”

She faced me and smiled for a moment before her expression changed totally.

Just leave it to my wonderful wife to jack up the sexual tension in unexpected, ways and then let the dam burst and her tears flow.

“Oh, damn it Lee, I should be so ashamed of myself. I’m really worried that I’m becoming a slut! Even if you can accept and forgive what I’ve been doing, it just doesn’t seem right. The worst part is that I can’t seem to get these thoughts out of my mind!”

Her tears became a flood as she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her face into my shoulder. She held me in a death grip, but I hugged her tenderly and consoled her until the sobbing lessened. One moment she seems so enthusiastic and accepting of what our unorthodox sex life had become, and suddenly she’s overcome with remorse. I obviously preferred the former, but I also realized the huge changes she had been dealing with in a very short time. This was the first test for our recent vow of moderation to be more discriminating in our search for sexual adventure.

In many ways, nature has better designed the female body for multiple partners and more frequent sexual activity, than it has men, but her emotional design doesn’t exactly match the physical desires. I’ve known men who have no guilty feelings about engaging in and enjoying casual sex. It’s generally associated with men’s tom-catting habits, but I was learning that it happened to women too. It was common in the military and wild rumors of the way some wives played when husbands were stationed overseas were rampant. Divorces were all too common, but many men simply turned a blind eye to the rumors and no questions were asked in hopes there would be no need to confess their own indiscretions.

Then there are men like the current version of me who discover that their sexual performance hinges on the woman he loves having promiscuous activity with others. It’s almost as if nature is playing mental pranks on both men and women when it comes to sexual needs, wishes, and capabilities.

As Jean was regaining her composure, for the umpteenth time I reassured her that my view is that lovemaking is between those in love, but that recreational sex could be between any number of people who can distinguish between the two acts, and who have partners who share that view. Since our evolution began, we had been able to navigate within those lines so that each of us received the physical benefits while so far avoiding the emotional involvement more likely to create problems…and fortunately it hadn’t been difficult for us. The only issue had been a constant need to assure her that I was on board with her satisfying her soaring libido, and here it was happening again.

“Oh, shit, my makeup is ruined! I’ll have to start all over!”

She grabbed a tissue from the box, blotted the tears, and blew her nose, then turned to me.

“God, I love you Lee! My hormones are so screwed up! Maybe these crazy feelings will fade, and I can become a normal person again.”

“You are a normal person, Jean, and a great wife…the perfect wife for me…and thank goodness our wishes address my needs as well as yours. Everything’s good if we’re honest with each other. Let’s just keep it that way and play along with nature’s monogamy prank for a little longer.”

I hugged her shoulders, kissed her cheek and left her to repair damaged makeup, all the while selfishly hoping that we could remain on the path her libido was leading.

When I helped carry the rest of her things out to her car a half-hour later, she was back into her “Jim mode”. Before I closed the car door behind her, I leaned in, cupped a soft, unsupported breast, kissed her and told her to have fun. She held my face in her hands and kissed me with passion.

“My dear, wonderful husband, have I told you lately how much I love you? How many husbands could put up with a wife sleeping with other men and still want her, and still love her unconditionally?”

“This one can, and my love for you has never been a question.”

“What if one of the guys is dumb enough to believe a phony retired-escort story and actually wants to pay for my time? What should I do?”

“Whatever you think is okay…you know I trust your decisions.”

Her blushing, wide-eyed giggle confirmed her fantasy persisted.

“You think I could really take money?”

“Sure. Just tell him that you’re retired, but that he could write a check to your favorite charity.”

Her giggle turned into a joyful laugh.

“Better than a kissing-booth fund raiser! Oh dear, what would people think if they knew I’d sell my pussy for charity?”

It was my turn to laugh at the incongruity.

” Who knows? You might start a new fad, though I doubt most charities would want to know the details!”

I tweaked a nipple through the sleek fabric of her cocktail dress and closed the car door before the conversation turned even sillier. The wide smile and blown kiss as she started the car belied the moroseness that had possessed her only minutes earlier. I waved as she drove off and silently contemplated the possibility of another of her previously unrevealed fantasies being fulfilled. I wondered how it might affect my situation, but the erection straining my Wranglers pretty much predicted the results.

[DavidnDaria]

Nice build-up chapter, JRE2! Keep up the great work. You've got talent.

[JRE2]

Chapter Nineteen

“Calvin”



Once more I defer to Jean’s recollections as I recount her story in first person narrative. It’s impossible to see inside her head, but I’ll try to present her thoughts and feelings with the clarity and passion she displayed when she arrived home the following day, eager to share her latest adventure with me. Please forgive me if I’m not successful, but this is how I heard and understood Jean’s story.

As I drove away, I couldn’t stop smiling, but emotion clouded my vision as I returned Lee’s goodbye wave. My dear husband had once again sent me on my way with a hug and a kiss, knowing full well that before I saw him again, I would be in another man’s arms and that I would submit to the big African’s demands as his beautiful cock again moved me to mind-blowing sexual fulfillment. Lee understood that I couldn’t control my lust for Jim, but this time he would also be wondering if I might invite yet another man to do as he wished with my body…wondering if I would choose to realize the repressed fantasy to prostitute myself.

Prostitute is a word that sours the taste in my mouth. Escort seems more genteel, yet the profession is much the same. Take the stranger’s money, drop your panties and spread your legs so he can slip his cock inside your body until he ejaculates, and then send him on his way. I suppose the difference is that sometimes a man desires the company of a whore who is presentable enough for him to be seen with in public.

Even more mystifying is why would a woman…any woman…especially one who doesn’t need the money, do such a repulsive thing? And, why do I feel the flutter in my stomach when I think about it? Why does it make me wet? Why does my breath become shallow and rapid? Why have I masturbated to those thoughts? Why does the fantasy always return, and why does it always seem to get stronger?

I can’t answer any of the whys, yet my mind continues to formulate the how’s. How would I go about making the fantasy come true? How could I rationalize doing something so tawdry, and how would I feel afterward, having fucked a man for a few dollars?

With Jim, our meeting had been a mutual seduction by a man who piqued my interest and had my husband’s approval. Before I had sex with Jim, I never realized how satisfying and habit forming the experience could become. Now I know it would be painfully difficult to give him up. While my feelings for him were not romantic, I do like him very much and I absolutely adore our sexual relationship! He’s done things for my pleasure that I never dreamed possible! My fantasy-fulfilling night with Jim and his friend had been outlandish, yet there was a perverted modicum of propriety since it was my lover’s idea and I had done it with my husband’s consent.

If something new happened this night, it would be with a stranger, and it would ostensibly be for services offered and rendered. It would be because that stranger wanted me badly enough to trade the fruits of his labor for the warmth of my body beneath him, allowing him to do as he wished, and ultimately to feel my pussy accept and embrace his hardness. Another cock…another submission. My pussy was for sale, and he would be renting it with the expectation that his physical enjoyment would be worth it, but by stuffing his money in my purse I agreed to perform to his expectations. When he was done, he should be sexually sated, happy that the experience left him with no regrets …and if I did my job skillfully…leaving him with a desire to be with me again in the future.

If everything went as promised, I would be pleased by my performance and looking forward to my next client. A shiver went up my spine, and a tide of desire enveloped and dominated me. Thoughts that should appall most women were enticing me to further lower the bar of my morality. Yet thoughts of a man paying for what I’ve recently had been freely giving to others, were exciting and not abhorrent as should be the case. Thoughts of the new fantasy stoked the fires of desire in every cell of my body. I hiked the hem of my dress and pressed hard between my legs. If not for the traffic around me, I would have masturbated right then and there.

At the next stoplight a cute man in an expensive black cowboy hat sat in the big Ram truck and stared straight ahead. He chewed on a wooden matchstick as we waited for the light to change, oblivious to the woman sitting beside him who wanted him to notice her. I knew nothing about him, yet there was something about his handsome masculine appearance that made me want him, and to consider if he would hand me a wad of bills to suck his cock and fuck him!

Had he looked in my direction, from his high perch, he might have recognized the wanton look in my eyes as I slipped two fingers inside my sodden cunt. Just a smile from him and I would gladly join him in his big truck and do whatever he asked of me and I would satisfy him like he had never been satisfied before. I would be his loss, and I so wished he would have looked my way. I would have let him see what I was doing beneath my dress, and I might have begged for a few minutes of his time. I desperately needed to be fucked! Then, as if by magnetism, his head slowly turned, and I saw a flicker of acknowledgment as our eyes met. For a moment I panicked at the thought that he might actually be able to see my dress gathered around my hips and my fingers plunged inside my wetness. It was too late to hide my actions, so I smiled and hoped my depraved groping was hidden from view by the door. He returned my smile and for a moment I was sure he could read my mind! I knew I could convince him to invite me to climb into his big truck and accompany him to some place private where I would surrender to his demands for sex. I wondered if he could recognize the moment the unexpected orgasm swept over me. I wondered if he would believe that his presence had just given me a wonderful, satisfying climax.

I was jolted from my erotic reverie by the blast of a horn behind me and realized the light had turned green and cars were lined up behind us. He kept pace beside me for a mile or more, smiling and clearly flirting with the old woman who had the temerity to masturbate in the next car over. Finally, he entered the turn lane and crossed into the parking lot of a honky-tonk filled with more big trucks. My unknowing young lover laughed and waved as I hurried away.

By the time I reached Jim’s house, my thoughts were bursting with anticipation and excitement, but I forced myself to focus on preparing the food and drink for Jim and his guests. Time flew by as I spread a white linen tablecloth on the long dining room table and placed silverware and plates for them to fill. As the time of their arrival neared, I had arranged vegetable and cold cut trays on tubs of ice, baked two tubes of biscuits and placed them in the warming drawer along with a bowl of buffalo wings and the pastries I had made earlier.

Jim had a huge wet bar in the media room, so I loaded it with a selection of beer and soft drinks and made sure the silver ice buckets were filled with fresh ice. He could have invited another dozen people to the party and not want for food or drink.

I hoped Jim would appreciate what I had done for him, and that his guests would also be impressed. I don’t know why it always seemed so important that I please Jim. Our relationship was friendly and sexual, but while those things were core ingredients, romantic love was not. It wasn’t as if he was a second husband, but he was a cherished lover and I somehow felt obligated to fulfil his wishes. I found it impossible to explain the need that drove me to serve him. It seemed so old fashioned and almost embarrassing to assume a willing submissiveness that I didn’t realize I possessed, yet it seemed so important to me, and I craved it.

Jim had made it clear that he wanted me to have sex with M that memorable night, so I did and never questioned it…and nothing we did came back to haunt me. It made Jim happy, and I had sensed his approval. Now I wondered if he might have similar thoughts about what might happen tonight. Would he want me to be with another man? Would it please him? Lee said that he would want me to, but my relationship with Jim was different and maybe someone new would have demands that were also different.

I suddenly understood that my feelings for Jim had were the way many hookers profess to feel about their pimp. It wasn’t dependent on romantic love but was instead the innate desire to please the man who held so much control, even if his feelings for her were insincere. At that moment I knew that if Jim asked, I would gladly agree to have sex with his guests, and to be honest I hoped he would! It made no difference if I was attracted to them or not, I would do what was expected of me. I would fuck them, not only for my pleasure, but for pay, and mostly importantly because it was Jim’s wish. The more I thought about it, the more I understood that I was beginning to seriously explore my escort fantasy!

Jim called to say they were leaving work and would be there in a few minutes. I assured him that all was ready and added that he had better be prepared to take care of a very horny woman when the game was over.

“Well, I’m really horny too and If you can wait until my guests leave, we can skinny dip in the pool and I promise you a very hard and hungry cock afterward.”

“What if I can’t wait that long? I might just drag you to bed between innings!”

“I could go for that too, but our guests might be shocked.”

“Or maybe not. They do know about us, right?”

“No, I thought it better to let them meet you first, and you can explain things any way you want…if you want.…or just leave them wondering!”

“Mmm, I’ve been thinking about that, but I want you to approve.”

“Approve what?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

I had sparked his curiosity, but I needed to carefully prepare my pitch, so he wouldn’t become upset. We had never had a cross word and I had no desire to begin now, simply to explore another fantasy.

I had barely finished touching up my makeup when slamming car doors and raucous male voices announced their arrival. My stomach was doing flips, wondering if Jim would approve of my idea, and if so, would I be able pull it off? I was reasonably confident that Jim would go along with most anything sexual that I suggested, but I was unsure of my ability to sell the story as authentic. I squeezed and adjusted my breasts inside the dress to display as much of my assets as the fabric would allow, and I was pleased to see that my nipples were prominent.

When the door opened, I was stunned when I saw the man following Jim! He was older than I expected, but very, very attractive! He was around six feet tall with a stocky build and a deep suntan. His most notable feature was the thick mane of silver hair and matching eyebrows that along with a wide smile gave him the appearance of a hellfire and brimstone preacher. His pale blue shirt was untucked and open at the neck, exposing another shock of silver chest hair, and the theme continued down his tanned legs that were partly covered by an expensive pair of navy-blue shorts.

Jim introduced the handsome grizzly bear as Calvin Bell, but my first thought was Calvin Klein. He reeked of money and class…and sex appeal.

Two steps behind followed a gangly and much younger man with an unruly mop of carrot-red hair and a prominent Adam’s apple. He pushed heavy plastic-rimmed glasses into place with an index finger and grinned as we were introduced. The young man was also named Jim…Jim Croft…but after I paid a polite response to his greeting, my interest returned to the older man.

Calvin’s eyes sought my cleavage and his level stare suggested that he was impressed by what he saw, but when his gaze shifted to the wedding ring on my left hand, his brow furrowed and I could see his thoughts assessing the confusing signals.

Red-headed Jim was less concerned about my rings, but not so about the physical attributes I shamelessly flaunted. His stare finally struggled from my breasts and settled on my face and he blushed brightly when I flashed him a teasing smile that I hoped conveyed my thanks for his open admiration! I was already enjoying the first phase of my plan.

Social custom required that we take a few minutes after introductions to chat. I led them to the beer supply and after selecting their drinks the men sat on a semi-circular couch, while I sat in a deep lounge chair across from Calvin. It was a little too deep for a woman in a dress, but I feigned innocence as I crossed my legs with a practiced motion that I hoped would reveal enough skin to catch the eye of the typical male, and specifically this male!

I learned that Calvin was a former Marine infantry officer and now was the project engineer for the equipment that had brought them to Jim’s plant. He also explained that he and the company’s founder had been best friends in the Corps. Calvin had agreed to work for poverty wages in exchange for stock while the start-up company experienced growing pains and struggled to survive, but he now owned twenty percent of what had become a thriving manufacturing company. Though it was proffered numerous times, he wanted no part of management, preferring instead to work hands-on with his designs. He said that climbing the corporate ladder was unnecessary as his financial well-being came not from his work, but from old family money, and that it was his work that satisfied his creative needs.

Jim was an electronics technician that my lover Jim praised as being instinctively brilliant, though his appearance was more a gangly teenager than an electronics wizard. Unlike Calvin, he clearly needed his job and strove to excel. Unlike Cal, he was clearly hungry to climb the corporate ladder. One of the rungs had been attending off-hours college courses and he would soon have his degree in electrical engineering.

As the men conversed, I excused myself to put the final touches on the buffet table. That job complete, I switched on the big screen in the media room and tuned it to the pre-game show. After giving the men time to finish their drinks, I announced that the food was ready and that they could fill their plates and take them to the media room to watch TV while they ate. As they rose together, they all graced me with a smile and the room seemed to fill with intense male presence. I couldn’t remember the last time I was alone with three men, and my husband not being one of them, and I loved the feeling!

I stood back and watched as they stacked their plates and praised the spread I had prepared. I’ve always enjoyed hosting guests, but I especially liked doing things to please my husband, and now I was doubly pleased that I could also make Jim proud of my efforts. I have instinctively been a giver instead of a receiver my entire life but never before felt the need to please others so intensely. I was learning so much about myself that I hadn’t realized before. Maybe it was because Lee and I never had children to love and pamper and now I was unconsciously making up for that by trying to please the men in my life. This time it was my lover.

While Jim and his friends were settling in, I filled a glass with ice and club soda, filled a small plate with carrot and celery sticks and found a deck chair by the pool. I slipped my shoes off and turned another chair sideways to use as a footrest. I had to admit that my feet with their recent pedicure and freshly painted nails looked nice. With a smile, I wiggled my toes and stretched my legs. I felt comfortable and I felt sexy!

I closed my eyes and relaxed. The muted drone of the distant television and laughing male voices, along with the musical bubbling from the pool lulled me into a near-sleep as my mind pursued pleasant thoughts. I thought of my loving husband suffering a migraine alone at home while I danced on the edge of another extramarital adventure. I was overdosing on selfish pleasures in this beautiful house with my lover and two other men, one of which interested me very much. I was overwhelmed with feelings of affection for Lee allowing me to explore my fantasies without guilt.

I awoke with a start and realized I was not alone. I looked up into the handsome face of Jim’s grinning guest

“I’m sorry if I startled you. I didn’t realize you were sleeping.”

I was embarrassed and hoped I hadn’t been snoring or sleeping with my mouth open.

“You looked so peaceful and that Mona Lisa smile you were wearing begged me to come over and visit. You must have been having sweet dreams.”

I stretched my arms above my head and did my best to yawn gracefully, sensually, hoping the movement forced my untethered breasts to nudge my nipples near the neckline.

“Mmm, yes, very sweet!”

“Care to share?”

I shared my sexiest smile.

“Maybe someday, but not yet.”

I wasn’t quite prepared to admit that during my reverie I had been having erotic thoughts and that a certain young cowboy in a pickup truck and Cal were the staring players. I hoped Cal would sense that. He seemed attracted to me, and if he possessed a typical male ego, he would likely be entertaining similar thoughts. At least I hoped that was the case!

He raised his empty glass and said he was going for a refill but wanted to join me until the game was started. I let him know that I’d like that. He rewarded me with a flirtatious grin and offered to replenish my club soda. I gently touched his arm as I thanked him and handed him my half-full glass with the nearly melted ice cubes. The look on his face told me he was okay with my hand invading the edge of his personal space and I felt that his body was telling him the same thing mine was telling me. There was a definite mutual attraction and we were both carefully probing the instinctive defenses against those seeking closer relations.

Cal hurried off, and nearly tripped over a low table as he glanced over his shoulder at me. He laughed without embarrassment.

A minute later he was back with our drinks and as he offered it, I took advantage of the opportunity to touch him again. This time my flirting was more obvious as I gave his arm a gentle squeeze and let my fingertips linger a moment while a growing current of desire raced between our bodies. I thanked him and removed my feet from the chair, so he could sit down. Instead of moving the chair a respectable distance before he sat, his intentions were unmistakable when his knees brushed mine as he settled into place. The smell of expensive cologne and the wave of pheromones that leapfrogged the gap between us destroyed any unconscious barrier I might have erected. I wanted to get closer to this man, and I wanted him to be aware that it was my intention. My escort fantasy was kicking in and my mind toyed with a serious desire to make it a reality.

“So, Cal, tell me more about yourself. I heard you tell all about the professional ‘you’, but I know there has to be much more to the Calvin story.”

He shrugged dismissively, but I could see that he was simply being courteous. He seemed ready to tell me more.

“I’m sure your story is much more interesting, Jean!”

I shook my head with a smile and reminded him that I had asked first.

I loved the way the light from the bubbling pool surface and the underwater lights reflected in his eyes like sparkling stars when he smiled. This man was doing things to my head and my heart that were new and exciting. I had sensed immediately that we were being drawn together, but I needed to know if he would act on the mutual attraction. I would do my best to encourage that attraction.

“My life is pretty mundane, Jean, and I hate talking about myself, but I’m an open book…nothing to hide from anyone, so I’ll play. First, I’m married to my high school sweetheart, and I love her very much.”

After all the encouraging fantasies I had been experiencing, his confession stabbed like a knife. My plan began to crumble even before it began! It was if the handsome man across from me was setting rules before attraction had a chance to flourish, and he was warning me that he was off limits to more serious flirting. I did my best not to show disappointment, but it was difficult, and now I had to slowly retreat behind a facade of respectable behavior. I felt my escort thoughts ebbing too, and I had to parry with my own defense while I rethought my position.

“You too? My husband Lee and I weren’t high school sweethearts, but we met just before we graduated.”

“So you are married! I noticed your rings.”

He didn’t insist on an explanation, but displayed his bare ring finger and offered an apology, as if embarrassed that he wasn’t properly identified to inform and warn others of his situation. He laughed uneasily.

“I work around electricity and for safety reasons, we don’t wear metal. No rings and no metal watch bands and that’s why I wear this thirty-dollar Timex.”

I agreed that the black plastic didn’t look right on his wrist and didn’t match the aura of his presence.

“My husband did the same thing when he worked with electronics in the Air Force, so I understand.”

“What does your husband do now?”

“He’s retired, but he was career military, like Jim.”

“So, he was another ‘Lifer’! That’s what we called them!”

“You said you were in the Marines, but I take it you didn’t have a desire to stay in?”

“No, but I would have considered it. The Vietnam war was nearly over when I was commissioned, and the military was cutting back, so I wasn’t offered a career. I even got out early by agreeing to join the reserves. I enjoyed my time in the Corps, but if the fighting had still been going on, I might have had a different opinion. I did spend two years in the active reserves to finish my military obligation, but no, my future didn’t include wearing a uniform once the war was winding down.”

“Were you married when you were in?”

“No, but we were engaged, and we married a few weeks after I got home. Our parents had been planning the wedding for months. We wanted a small wedding, but our respective families always seemed to be competing for ink on the society page, so we were almost forced to go along with their big plans. My wife and I both hated that lifestyle, so after the wedding we moved away from the social pressures and did our best to fit in with people we liked in a middle-class neighborhood.

Don’t get me wrong. Old money makes many things a lot easier, but it doesn’t make everything perfect, and sometimes it changes you in ways you don’t want. The best part is that it allowed me to work for peanuts while our company grew, and for my wife to get her teaching certificate so she could fulfill her desire to work with kids. What neither old nor new money can do is guarantee happiness.”

“That’s so true, Cal, but I wouldn’t know about what you refer to as “old money”. I’ve been a working girl for most of our marriage. After Lee was promoted a few times, I really didn’t need to work, but since we had no children there wasn’t a reason to be a stay-at-home wife…and I liked my job.”

“My wife wanted to work too. She loved teaching and she loved kids.”

A humorless smile on his handsome face indicated there was more to the comment and after a moment of quiet reflection he continued.

“We weren’t blessed with children either, though God knows we tried. Six years and four miscarriages…the last one well into the second trimester. She couldn’t face losing another, so she had her tubes tied. Today’s medical technology might have found a way to save her pregnancies, but she couldn’t bear the thought of another miscarriage, and I didn’t blame her.”

“Oh, Cal, that’s so sad, especially for those who badly want children. Lee and I agreed that we would accept whatever happened, but I never got pregnant. Being that Lee moved so much, especially the first eight or nine years, we felt almost lucky that I didn’t get that way, but either situation would have been fine with us.

Did you ever consider adoption after your wife had the procedure?”

“We talked about it, but she had a classroom full of kids to enjoy five days a week, so she just gave them all the love and attention she would have given our own. So many kids need mothering, and she was always available to them. They adored her for it. Years later, former students would contact her and tell her how much they loved being in her classes, and how much she had contributed to their lives.”

“That’s wonderful! Is she still teaching?”

The sad smile resumed as he shook his head.

“No, I only wish she was. Her health began to fail years ago, and she’s been living in an assisted care facility for quite some time now.”

“Oh my God, Cal, I’m so sorry! That’s heartbreaking! It’s none of my business, but I hope you’ll tell me the story.”

Cal smiled warmly and he seemed eager to share that important chapter of his life.

“I don’t mind talking about it, but I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version. She was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s nearly six years ago. At first it was just frustrating for both of us when her memory lapsed occasionally, but it continued to fade and eventually got to the point that I couldn’t leave her at home alone, so I hired a nurse to stay with her 24-7. Then her doctors suggested she enter a treatment center where specialists better understand what was needed to delay the symptoms and improve her quality of life. That seemed to work for a while as she made friends with other patients and adapted well to the facility.”

He stopped for moment and pondered his next words.

“One patient, a younger man, brought out her mothering qualities…and her teacher skills, I suppose. They became so close that I almost felt jealous about the way she fawned over him, and his closeness to her, but their relationship was obviously important to them both.

He was barely forty and didn’t have any close family, and although she was only a few years older she filled a void that helped him cope, and it seemed as if attending to some of his needs also helped her cope…a symbiotic relationship between the afflicted.

They were next to inseparable for a year or more. Unfortunately, the young man’s condition worsened rather quickly, and he had to be moved to an area of the facility that provided more security. When they were separated, it was a huge emotional loss for her, and her lucid moments were also affected. She would cry for hours and beg them to let her visit him, which for some unclear reason they wouldn’t allow. I never understood that rule!

The next few months were especially heartbreaking as I watched her mind slowly vanish until she no longer remembered who I was. I’d sit with her and talk about things she loved, or read her a newspaper or a book, or just hold her hand while we listened to music from our time. Her body was there, but it was a hollow vessel…alive and breathing, but empty of a soul. I always wondered where her thoughts went! She’d stare at her hands, not moving for hours. A deserted shell! Sometimes a smile and a flicker of recognition would cross her face, but in a moment or two it would be gone again.”

He hesitated and blinked away tears.

“There were times I wished she would just hurry up and die, but then I’d hate myself for having such horrible thoughts! I still loved her, but I could do nothing to help her. We just had to wait for the time when I could allow my feelings to transition from helpless sympathy to warm and wonderful memories.”

As suddenly as his sadness had appeared, a genuine smile replaced it.

“I still visit her a few times a month, though I don’t know why. I guess it’s just to make sure they are doing what they promised to do when I contracted for her care. That’s when the “old money” from my family is appreciated. Even if she doesn’t know it, I still love her and pay for the best care possible.”

I had been so captivated by his painful story that I didn’t realize that we had been holding hands. I’m certain that unconscious act of physical joining was how the first currents of real affection created a path into our hearts. This man was quickly becoming more than the target for my escort fantasy. With the sad story, he had found a way to earn a place in my heart. It was an entirely new feeling, and it was changing my mind again. The love he had professed for her was understandable, but it had become less of a barrier to continuing my planned escort fantasy.

“Your turn to confess Jean! You said you had a career.”

I couldn’t hold his gaze and looked downward to brush an unseen crumb from my lap.
“Yes…yes, I did, but I’ve been retired for quite some time.”

[DavidnDaria]

Nice! Keep going! It's good to get all the background on characters.

[JRE2]

Chapter Twenty

“What a tangled web we weave!”



Now that I was on the spot, I had to rethink my planned charade. I didn’t have a real career to reveal, and I worried that my imaginary Xaviera Hollander calling wasn’t going to endear me with Cal.

I realized that I was developing feelings for Cal, and the idea of lying about my life was unexpectedly becoming distasteful, especially when it was about something as serious as my intentional and condoned adultery. Though my marital conduct had been virtuous for decades, and my husband had been the instigator of my recent flurry of extramarital activities, I felt I had nothing to boast about, or anything of interest to reveal. My plan had been to convince this beautiful, honorable man that I had been a pricy whore, hardly something to meet with anyone’s approval.

I was humbled by Cal’s story of dedication to his stricken wife, and while it made me feel cheap and unworthy it also made me experience awe and tenderness for him. My heart ached for him.

I released my grip on his hand and scrambled to think of a way to gracefully revise the web of deceit I had planned. My mind was in a whirl.

“Cal, after hearing your story, I’m not sure I want to share mine. How does one go about trying to impress when there is nothing in their life worthy of praise?”

He looked puzzled.

“Sorry, I can’t believe a beautiful, intelligent woman has lived an uninteresting life!”
It suddenly dawned on me that my sudden desire to impress Cal with my innocence was ridiculous. He knew I was married, and though he hadn’t asked, he had to suspect that my relationship with Jim was less than pure and innocent, yet here he was sitting in front of me with noticeable curiosity in learning my life story. He appeared to be unaffected by my possible extramarital relationship with Jim, so if told carefully, perhaps the escort tale might still work. After all, he would soon be leaving and I’d never see him again, so I decided to revert to my original plan, though I would modify it as I went along. I took a deep breath and sighed.

“Okay, Cal, even though my story isn’t one I often talk about, you don’t strike me as a judgmental person, so you might understand.”

“Jean, I’m nearly sixty years old, so I’ve heard a lot of life stories and you are correct, I’m not a judgmental person. I just find you fascinating, and I’m anxious to learn everything there is to know about you!”

I laughed with embarrassment as I frantically scrambled to create a feasible plot and a place to begin.

“Well, my life story may be one you never heard at the country club! In fact, I’m quite sure you’ve never heard it from anyone before!”

I paused while I studied his face for any indications of shock or anger. There were none, so I stepped into my role.

“Would it bother you if I told you that my companionship has been for hire?”

I sort of expected him to say goodbye and make a quick exit to join the others to watch the ball game but was surprised to see him smile and scoot his chair an inch closer.

“I suspected, but now I know your story is going to be interesting! Please, please go on!”

My mind scrambled to create a believable story, and I would have to wing it all the way.

“Well then if you insist, I suppose I should start at the beginning.”

It was too late to change my mind, so I threw caution to the wind and jumped right in.

“We hadn’t been married very long when my husband, Lee, enlisted, and after finishing his training he received orders to Korea. The tour would be for two years, and because of his low rank at the time I wasn’t authorized to accompany him on an overseas assignment. I could have temporarily moved in with my parents, but we decided we needed to be responsible for ourselves and not run home the moment things got tough.

As I said, we had been married only a short time, and when he left, I was alone with a household to manage. We had no children, so for the moment I only had to worry about myself, but like it often is for young married service members, money was a problem. I had a part-time clerking job at a convenience store, but it paid minimum wage and not many hours. Better jobs weren’t available with the poor economy at the time, especially with only a high school diploma and little work experience of any kind. The first few months he was gone were difficult, but I managed to get by. Lee sent a few dollars to supplement my allotment and help with bills, but his check was small too. Then our apartment building changed ownership, and we were informed that there was going to be a rent increase. The option was that I would have 60 days to move out.

To complicate things, our old car broke down and it took all our meager savings to have it repaired. I didn’t tell Lee, as I knew he would worry, and his pay barely covered his own expenses. I found a man in our apartment complex that let me clean his place every other week for a few dollars, so I was okay for a while, but I couldn’t survive another unseen expense like a car repair.

I’d become friends with the wife of another airman that lived in the same apartments. Her name was Kaye. I told her that I might be forced to move but had no idea where, or how I could manage that by myself, or if I could even find a less expensive place to rent.

She was sympathetic, and I wondered how she seemed to manage since her husband was the same rank as Lee, and he had also been assigned to Korea. They lived in a bigger apartment than us, had nicer furniture, a much newer car, and she dressed well. I knew she didn’t have a full-time job, and when I asked how they managed, she was reluctant to discuss it. I had been searching for a cheaper place to live but was having no luck finding anything close to the base.

One afternoon, Kaye invited me to lunch at a little bistro downtown…her treat. After weeks of Top Ramen and Hamburger Helper, I happily accepted her invitation. After lunch, we sat and talked for a long time. After lunch we emptied a bottle of wine, she explained her situation.”

I took a moment to study Cal’s response, but so far it was nothing more than rapt attention. I had been revealing our actual situation almost exactly as things had happened up to that point, but now I would have to be creative to come up with the rest of my story.

“I was naïve and dumbfounded to learn that Kaye was being paid for her time and company by dating other men. I was young and immature, but I understood that sex was involved, and all I could visualize was her walking the streets and having brief, back-alley trysts for a few dollars. When I voiced my shock, she laughed and told me that I was half right, but that it wasn’t quite like that.”

I stopped my story for a moment and again watched Cal’s reaction. He said that he had already speculated about my ‘career’, and his smile remained, so I had obviously captured his interest without shocking him into flight.

“Should I stop right here, Cal? I think you have an idea where my story is going and It’s probably already upsetting enough for you to change your opinion of me.”

Cal shook his head vigorously.

“No, please go on! While I admit that I am somewhat surprised, but I’m also not shocked, and now I’m really curious to know more!”

“Okay, but you’ve been warned, so stop me if I do say something that does shock you.”

Maybe I had misread the man and I began to wonder if the reason he wanted me to go on was that he was hoping for lascivious details for titillation purposes, yet he sounded as if he was truly interested in my story. The innocent way he continued to look at me convinced me he honestly wanted to hear, and for the moment at least, I was sure he didn’t suspect that I was weaving a lie.

Now that my tale was becoming more sexual in nature, the inexplicable warmth my body experienced when talking about my fantasy slowly consumed me and urged me to continue.

“Kay’s admission was something I would have never thought she was capable of doing. Though I didn’t know her well, she seemed normal in every way, and certainly nothing like the prostitutes I had heard about, so I asked her to tell me more.

She said that she had always enjoyed sex, and that she had been quite active in high school before she met her husband-to-be. When he learned her history, he laughed and said her promiscuity was no big deal for him and they eloped two weeks after they met.

He had been working a construction job and made decent pay, but his draft number was getting close, so he volunteered for the Air Force. After he enlisted, they realized that they would need to drastically revise their spending habits or increase their income to supplement the low military pay. Kay went to work in retail sales, and together they made enough to scrape by, but she hated her job and wanted badly to quit. One night they were both tipsy, and while having sex he remarked that she was so talented in bed that she could make a lot more selling herself than selling women’s clothing!

It was meant as a joke, and they both laughed, and she teased that he wouldn’t be able to handle the knowledge of her having sex with anyone else. To her surprise, he said that her being with several guys before they met hadn’t bothered him, so he didn’t think he would be bothered if doing the same thing to help resolve their financial issues.

She said that the next day when sober she began to think about what he had said and she asked him to answer honestly. Well, to make a long story short, she quit her sales job and went to work part time for an escort service and discovered that she liked it. Her husband was able to handle it too.

After a few months she was earning more than her sales job and her husband’s military pay combined.”

“So, Cal, now that you know for sure where this is going, are you still curious to learn more?”
“I am! I may know where the story is going, but now I’m even more curious to hear the details about how you got there!”

“If you’ll get me another drink while I visit the lady’s room, I promise I’ll confess all my sins!”
“Of course! I’ll be right back.”

Calvin jumped to his feet and took the empty glass from my hand. I had bought a few more minutes to construct a believable story, but I was about to run out of even semi-reality. My heart began to flutter. The thought of admitting my escort fantasy was exciting, and the decision to go ahead with my plans solidified. I was going to find a way to tell this handsome stranger all about my sex life, both real and imagined.

As I was relieving myself, my mind was leaping ahead, wondering if, or where the charade would end. Would he see through it, or would he believe me? If he did fall for it, and I somehow found the courage or the temerity to offer him sex, how would he respond? He was clearly interested in me, but was it enough? The feelings I was having for him were exciting…and arousing.

When I returned, Cal had already brought our drinks and was smiling as he politely stood until I sat down. He immediately scooted toward me until our legs were touching once more. I liked that his interest in me was as blatant as mine was in him!

I took a long sip on the refreshed drink while I desperately shaped the next chapter of my fantasy life.

“Now, where was I?”

“Confession time?”

“Oh, yes, you wanted to hear all about Jean’s iniquitous career!”

He sat there looking like a puppy waiting for is favorite treat, so I began what I hoped was a believable yarn.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly sinful at first. Kaye had scheduled a date with one of her regular customers…an older man who wanted company to attend a social event…a corporate dinner and dance. The day before her date, she twisted an ankle and frantically called to ask me for a favor. I almost fell of my chair when she asked if I could fill in for her date! I was horrified that she would ask me to date one of her regular clients! After all, I was married, had never strayed, and had no interest doing so! I made it clear that I was not about to cheat on my husband, but she quickly assured me that sex was not required for this customer, and that for this date he would be satisfied with a dinner partner, conversation and a few dances.

That was when I learned the difference between being a prostitute and an escort. While it was true that most escorts expected to have sex with clients, there were times when the clients only wanted female company for social events, or just because they were lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Kaye said she usually had sex with him, but not always. When she explained that she could hardly walk and had to cancel, he asked if she could recommend someone to take her place.

At the time, Kaye had left the agency, but had enough experience and referrals to supplement her husband’s income and allow them to live in comfort. What she didn’t have was a co-worker who could step in if for some reason she couldn’t make it. She told the man…Russ was his name…that she might know someone, but that I was new, and she was unsure if I would agree to sex in any form. When he said that wouldn’t be a problem, she said she would ask me.

At first, I told her there would be no way I would date another man, even for just a dinner and dance. She understood and said that she would try to find someone else or tell Russ to call an agency.

That afternoon, I returned home to discover that our TV had died. With my husband gone, my television was my only entertainment. I never went out to movies, or dinner, or anything else that required money. I knew I didn’t have enough in our checking account to call a repairman, but a friend of Lee’s knew a lot about televisions, and I asked if he could check it to see if the repair was simple or if it looked expensive. He was kind enough to come over and look at it, but discovered a bad picture tube, and that it was beyond his ability to fix without the right equipment, and that it would also be expensive to have the work done in a shop.

As if that wasn’t enough, as Lee’s friend left, I picked up my mail and found more bills, including one for our car insurance that had increased in price again.

Alone in the empty house and the television staring at me with a dark screen, I finally lost it. I fell on the bed and cried myself to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and tossed and turned trying to get back to sleep. Thoughts about our situation kept my mind too busy. I couldn’t rest, and by the time the sun came up, I had decided that there would be no harm listening to Kaye’s offer.

We occasionally spent mornings together, so I invited her over to talk. As we drank a cup of horrible instant coffee and ate two-day-old pastries, I asked her more about what would be expected of me if I agreed to go to dinner with Russ.

Since Kaye hadn’t yet found anyone to replace her, and she hated to recommend the competition, she was thrilled that I might agree to help. She put on a sales pitch that would have shamed an encyclopedia salesman!

We both laughed at the similitude as we realized that encyclopedias didn’t exist anymore. Time and technology had made the expensive volumes obsolete.

“So, you went on the date?”

I nodded.

“I did. Kaye told me to just pretend that it was a normal first date like I had with guys I knew before I met my husband. She convinced me that I had nothing to fear from Russ, and that if he said or did anything I didn’t like, I only had to say no. He had always treated her with respect and was certain he’d treat me the same. She said she would explain to him that it was my first time and that I was doing her and him a favor…and that sex would not be part of the date.”

“And did everything go okay?”

“Except for my early nervousness, it was nice. Surprisingly nice. Russ was a perfect gentleman, and an entertaining and witty conversationalist. I enjoyed a delicious meal and after months of being alone night after night in our apartment, it was fun dressing up and going out to dance and mingle with other people.”

“Any guilty feelings? Your husband wasn’t aware, was he?”

“No, he had no idea, but remember, at that time there was no such thing as email, and no time to write and explain things before I had to decide. I wasn’t going to do anything morally wrong, and Russ was twice my age, so I knew he wouldn’t be someone I’d be attracted to, so I justified it in my mind.

Guilt? Certainly. Some at least, but the next morning I wrote a long letter to Lee, explaining the entire situation. He had never shown a jealous streak, and he always had an open mind about things. I hadn’t done anything except eat dinner and dance a few times with a much older man, so I didn’t think I’d be in too much trouble. I was hopeful that when I told him that I was able to pay our bills with what I earned, that he’d be less inclined to be angry.

I didn’t realize at the time that I had crossed the line of justifying in my own mind the idea of offering a man my time and my company for money.”

“What did he say when he got the letter?”

“He called me from Korea! Do you remember the MARS program? International phone rates were horribly expensive when using Ma Bell, but MARS was a way for guys overseas to call home without a big long-distance bill.”

“Was he mad when he received the letter?”

“No, he was apologetic and frustrated that he wasn’t able to be there for me. He said he had sent me a few dollars he’d managed to save to surprise me when he got back and felt terrible that he hadn’t realized how desperate things had become.”

“Not that it’s any of my business, but how much were you paid on that first date?”

“Compared to later, not very much, but at the time it seemed like a fortune. When Kaye handed me a hundred-dollar bill the next day, I couldn’t believe it! I had never even held a hundred-dollar bill in my hand, much less earned it in one evening! That much money to go out one night to dance and enjoy a free meal, was amazing!”

“Was a hundred dollars typical for a date with no sex?”

“To begin with, yes. Kaye said she usually charged Russ one-fifty for a few hours of just companionship and two-fifty for a longer evening that included sex. She also said that Russ sometimes wanted her to stay all night, and that was three-hundred.”

Cal scrunched his brow and I could see him calculating the financial side of my story.

“You obviously made the transition also. How did you reach the decision to include sex?”

“Russ was actually the first, but it came awhile later. At the end of that first date, as we were saying goodnight, he gave me a hug and thanked me. Then he kissed my cheek and said he really liked to me and hoped that the next time I would be willing to do more.

I panicked as I hadn’t stopped to consider that there might be a next time! I had enjoyed the evening since our age difference made it seem as if I had gone out with an uncle, or even my father. To hear that he thought of me sexually scared me to death, and I hurried away without even answering his question. As I drove home, my thoughts were on what it would be like, and if I would have remorse, if that ever happened.

That night, I had a dream that I had gone to bed with Russ, and I woke up very aroused. That was a shock, but my husband had been gone for months, and I was a young woman with normal desires, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Despite being older, Russ was a nice-looking man with a sweet personality, so thoughts of sharing his bed were not unpleasant, but I was married. There was no way I would cheat on Lee, but to be totally honest, I was very horny!”

“So where did things go from there?”

“Well, when I wrote Lee about the date with Russ, he was very understanding. In the letter I hadn’t told him about the sex request, but I think he must have concerned that I might seriously consider something like that. The next thing I knew, he wrote that he was going to request leave and catch a military hop back to the states. A regular shuttle flight was scheduled from Korea to California every week, and it stayed there three days before returning. A few weeks later, he called and said he was manifested on the flight the following week and wanted me to meet him in San Francisco. I took a bus there and we had three wonderful days together.”

“Did you and he decide at that time that you should continue escorting?”

“That’s mostly what we talked about, especially when we were making love at night in the hotel”

“The first night I told him all about Kaye and what she had explained about the business. Lee was surprised at how much she earned, and then he asked me if I wanted to continue dating without the sex. I told him that I wouldn’t mind doing it a few times when unexpected bills arrived, and he said he was okay with that. It wasn’t until the next night that we got around to discussing the big question. We’d had several drinks and he was the one to raise the subject.

To my relief, he came right out and explained his feelings about everything. Before flying out of Korea, he had talked to Kaye’s husband about her having sex with clients and was told that it was never a problem with him, and that he thought it actually helped their own sex life. He said it kept him on his toes and he paid more attention to Kaye knowing that he better not become complacent if he wanted to keep her!

You could have knocked me over with a feather when Lee said that it was up to me to decide if I might want to include intimacy with a client! However, he would expect total honesty about everything I did. Well, that night we had the best sex ever and decided that maybe Kaye’s husband was right!

Until I was convinced that Lee was totally open to the idea, I didn’t admit that I had already decided the taste of sin had been exciting and that I wanted to try the whole experience. Honestly, by this time I would have been terribly disappointed if he had said no, but I felt terribly guilty too. Here I was having wonderful sex in a hotel room we couldn’t afford with my loving husband, and in the back of my mind I’m rewriting the rules I’d made for myself when it came to my escorting activity. No sex, just companionship, was the first rule I had made, and now it was already being revised. The money had somewhat appeased my conscience, and the idea of having sex with another man was helping weaken it even more. My husband’s acceptance was the clincher!”

Cal laughed somewhat nervously, and I had a feeling that he was indeed seeking some titillation! His face was flushed, and he tried not to draw attention as he carefully concealed the front of his shorts with his hands. I decided to pump up the titillation, if that’s what he wanted!

“Cal, I hope I’m not being too crude in my admission, but you said you wanted to hear the whole story and I’m getting to the nitty gritty.”
“No, and not too crude at all…I find it very interesting!”

He laughed with a nervous smile.

“Okay, Cal, but remember that you asked for it!”

[DavidnDaria]

All about the setup! Great work, JRE2! One suggestion... read the dialog back to yourself out loud or have a text to speech program do it for you. It'll help the dialog flow more naturally. Keep up the outstanding work!

[JRE2]

DavidnDaria, I plead guilty as charged. As I mentioned earlier, this story was a not intended to be posted and needed much editing before sharing with anybody. I posted it on a whim, as I'm trying to bring all my unfinished works to a place where I can stop and either publish them for free, or hit the delete button.

My usual process is to finish writing a story, self-edit, and then put it on the shelf to age for several months. At that point, I perform a lengthy re-edit and if it's a serious product, I let someone beta read it and offer comments before submitting to a publisher, or a site like this.

My first G-rated novel was published years ago, and I decided that I had accomplished what I set out to do. I discovered that writing was the easy part, but making the publisher happy was a serious pain in the ass. I now write only for fun and as the years pass, the fun is about gone.

Fortunately, I'll soon be ending this story...hopefully before it jumps the shark...if that hasn't happened already!

Thanks again for your thoughtful comments and faithful following!

[DavidnDaria]

It's not going to be jumping the shark. You're doing a super job. Remember that I know it's free and that I know you're doing this for fun. Just have fun with it. In the end, who am I? Take care and write on!

[member201]

DavidnDaria, I plead guilty as charged. As I mentioned earlier, this story was a not intended to be posted and needed much editing before sharing with anybody. I posted it on a whim, as I'm trying to bring all my unfinished works to a place where I can stop and either publish them for free, or hit the delete button.

My usual process is to finish writing a story, self-edit, and then put it on the shelf to age for several months. At that point, I perform a lengthy re-edit and if it's a serious product, I let someone beta read it and offer comments before submitting to a publisher, or a site like this.

My first G-rated novel was published years ago, and I decided that I had accomplished what I set out to do. I discovered that writing was the easy part, but making the publisher happy was a serious pain in the ass. I now write only for fun and as the years pass, the fun is about gone.

Fortunately, I'll soon be ending this story...hopefully before it jumps the shark...if that hasn't happened already!

Thanks again for your thoughtful comments and faithful following!

You can definitely dump the publishers these days and write direct to market. You have the talent and it's a shame to see it go to waste. That is one of the best stories I've seen in a while. I seldom read anything like this anymore the stories are so abysmal.

[rawnrawn99]

JRE, I totally agree with comments from member201, Davidndaria and all the others, this is a really great story and piece of writing. I hope you continue to have fun with it and we're all looking forward to seeing how the story ends. I've been reading these stories for more than 30 years and your's is up there with the best of them. Thanks for taking the time and care and sharing with us all

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum rawnrawn99.

[JRE2]

Chapter Twenty-One
“The Deed”


Cal settled back in his chair and our knees touched again…this time with a more relaxed intimacy. My dress had slipped higher, but I made no move to adjust it. I liked the way Cal’s eyes shifted downward and I knew that he liked what he saw.

“Well, Cal, after that everything moved fast. It was like a gate had been flung open that allowed me the freedom to take charge of my life and see and do things I had never dreamed of doing.

Nothing could change my love for my husband, but I was forced to confess to myself that I had been repressing normal curiosity about my sexuality. I had never seen another man’s penis in real life, or felt another man’s naked body against mine, or even experienced multiple orgasms. Now the possibility of all that happening was suddenly real. The wildly new thoughts made the remainder of our three days the most exciting sex we had ever experienced during our short marriage. I had really missed him and our great sex and though I’d miss him again after he left, I suddenly realized celibacy was no longer necessary to keep his love. He had given me his heart unconditionally along with the freedom to discover myself. As we waited in the terminal for Lee’s plane to board for his return flight, my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest, and I fully expected him to say he had changed his mind. I must have asked him a dozen times to reassure me that if I started escorting for real, it would not hurt our marriage. He didn’t change his mind and I know that was the moment I was sure our marriage would remain strong.

For days after returning home, all I could think about was if I had the courage to make myself go on a date with a stranger and then submit sexually.

The thoughts were so powerful, I masturbated several times a day while the conflicting emotions screamed at me to reach an agreement. They finally did, and my decision was made. It was almost like my interest in the escort idea had suddenly become even more sexual than financial. Yes, I wanted financial security for us, and I had also enjoyed my chaste date with Russ, but both my mind and my body were searching for more. I promised myself that I would be very selective when choosing clients that expected more than a dinner and dance, yet the possibility of exciting sex was unquestionably a big part of the attraction.

I decided to tell Kaye that if the opportunity ever came for me to fill in for her again, I would be open to having sex with a client. As the words left my mouth, I was terrified to realize that I was admitting that I was willing to have sex for money! Kaye just laughed and said it wasn’t a big deal, and that she had thought I might come around.”

I smiled at the enraptured look on Cal’s face, as I spun more nonsense about my fictitious career. Then I realized that what I was saying was little more than a twisted admission of the fantasy I had been secretly dreaming about for god knows how long. I was simply putting it into words. The lies I was telling Cal were coming easier and more convincing and I was almost to the point of believing them myself.

“You said earlier that Russ was the first client you had sex with. How long was it before that occurred?”

I paused for effect and gazed out over the infinity pool.

“About two weeks after I got back from meeting Lee in California. Kaye called me one morning after a date with Russ. She said he had inquired about me and wondered if I had dated anyone else since that night when I filled in for her. She told him I had not, but that I was interested in dating again. Then he asked if she’d be upset if he asked for me again, so I guess my initial frigidity, or at least timidity, hadn’t turned him off!
What Kaye hadn’t told him was that I was considering including sex with a client, but she understood that was going to be very selective and wasn’t sure if Russ met my criteria being twice my age.

That evening I agreed to go out with Russ again. This time, it would be a casual get-together with two couples from his college days who were in town for a football game. They always teased him about being a confirmed bachelor and he wanted to impress his buddies by showing up with a younger woman as his date. He made it sound like it would just be fun to tease his friends, but then he asked if I was still not ready to have sex afterward. I could barely speak but managed to tell him that I wanted to, but that I was nervous. When he then asked if I would also consider spending the night with him, I again agreed that I would try but that couldn’t make it a promise. He said he understood and was fine with that. I was thinking about the extra money, but the idea of waking in another man’s bed was both exciting and terrifying! Our date was scheduled for two weeks later, so I had lots of time to worry and I think I changed my mind a hundred times!”

“I can imagine your fears! That was a huge step, wasn’t it?”

“It was, and if it had been anyone but Russ. I might have backed out, but he was such a gentleman and so understanding…and I had already convinced myself that I really wanted it if I could control my fear. I was glad I did since in the end, it turned out very nice.”

Cal’s ensuing grin told me he was pleased by my answer, and sure enough he wanted to hear more.

“Tell me about your date.”

I laughed and slapped him gently on the knee that had remained pressed against mine during the whole story. I stared into his eyes and gently maneuvered to fit his knee an inch deeper between mine.

“So, you really are a horny old man! You just want to hear all about the sex, don’t you?”

It was fun watching Cal blush and squirm, and I enjoyed seeing where my white lie was taking us. He was noticeably aroused and of course that had been my goal from the start. I was becoming more confident of my ability to tell tall tales.

“Guilty as charged! You seem so normal and I’ve never met a woman so forthright about her sexuality, so please forgive my adolescent interest in your sexual activities!”

I gave him my best expression of shock.

“I haven’t really described anything sexual yet, Calvin. You must have a dirty mind!”

“I know you haven’t, but you’ve told me the beginning and the end, but now my mind is trying to visualize the in between!”

It had been my intention to play seductress with the remote possibility of realizing the recurring fantasy to exact monetary payment in return for sex. I was beginning to enjoy my deception and a warm glow enveloped me. I made a point of glancing at the front of Cal’s shorts, and then locking eyes and smiling knowingly, I leaned closer and pulled my arms to my sides to squeeze my breasts into what I hoped was a more revealing and seductive display. I clasped his hands and allowed them to rest on my bare knees. With his hands removed from concealing his erection, his expensive shorts struggled to contain the noticeable projection. I glanced at his crotch and back into his eyes, then whispered conspiratorially.

“Cal, I’m glad you’re interested in my story. It’s not something I easily share with others, but I feel I can talk to you without fear of judgement. Not everyone wants to hear a woman admit her carnal pleasures!”

I delayed returning to my story but continued to hold his hands against my knees and he made no effort to move them.

“Well, after the football game was over, we went to a nearby night club to celebrate. We had taken a cab, so everyone was drinking and there was a real party atmosphere with Russ and his friends. I was shaking like a leaf every time I thought about what the night might bring. I needed something to calm my nerves, but I did not want to get drunk. Eventually the party wound down and everyone got a cab. Russ and I had a twenty-minute ride to his place, and during that ride I had to first decide if I would really give in to sex, and second, if I would spend the night. Again, he was the perfect gentleman. He put his arm around me and politely asked me to stay the night. If I didn’t want to have sex, he said I could sleep in his guest room and he wouldn’t bother me. He just liked my company and would respect my wishes. I couldn’t deny being attracted to him for being so sweet and understanding. I leaned toward him to let him know that I wanted to be kissed. When he did, he placed his hand on my breast and surprise, surprise! I didn’t panic! I enjoyed his touch and the way he kissed and by the time we got to his house he had his hand under my skirt and inside my panties, so I knew I was going to have sex with him. Even more surprising, was that I still really wanted it. When we got to his house, as we drank a nightcap, my fears were easing and I even fumbled my way through what I believed was an erotic strip tease for him, but I believe the way he casually undressed for me was probably a bigger turn-on than my inexperienced effort was for him! The way he stripped in such a relaxed, masculine manner gave me time to study every sexually nuanced movement. He had an attractive body for a man his age, and it was the first time I had seen another man naked in my presence. By the time he was standing in front of me with his erection proudly on display, I was ready.”

“Was it good?...the sex?”

I smiled at Cal’s innocent curiosity, and I was enjoying his interest in my story.

“It was, Cal, it was very good! I don’t know if I was clumsy during the foreplay, but his erection was beautiful and felt so new and desirable in my hands. I was too scared to first give him oral, but he never complained. I was anxious to get to the main act, and now I laugh to myself when I think of how un-sexy I must have appeared to him! A million thoughts went through my mind and my heart was skipping every other beat as I lay back and opened myself to him, but when he began to enter me, I suddenly knew how much I wanted him. It felt wonderful! He was thicker than Lee, and I loved the way he made me feel. He was so gentle and considerate, that I wasn’t scared at all. I didn’t have an orgasm, but he climaxed twice that night. Because he was only the second man to have me, I was ignorant about what men like, and how to do it, but he was patient and seemed to like explaining to me how men think and act around a woman in the bedroom. He seemed happy that I was giving him what only my husband had experienced with me. Sex with another man was proving to be exciting and satisfying, and I even enjoyed the way we cuddled as we went to sleep, with his naked body tenderly pressed against mine. Not only was I physically sated, but I knew he was too. By my calculations, I had passed the test and was now a certifiable escort! I drifted off to sleep with my mind filled with love for the husband that had allowed me this moment.”

“How long did you stay, and what did you think when you woke up in his bed?”

“I awoke quite early in the morning. He was sleeping with a contented smile on his face, and he was hard. I had debated trying to sneak out before he woke, but after a pee break, I sat on the edge of the bed and studied my new lover and was fascinated by his morning erection. I took it in my hand and studied every square inch while I stroked him until he began to stir. He was so different than my husband and so gentle, yet he was controlling my responses, and I liked it. I decided to give him a bonus for being considerate. Though I was still a little cautious and nervous, I was also very curious, I convinced myself to give him oral sex and the bonus turned out to be mine as well as his. He said he hadn’t expected that, but I told him it was my way of thanking him. I was surprised by how comfortable I was becoming with him. Even after he came in my mouth, and I swallowed for the first time ever, I enjoyed it.

I could have left immediately after we finished, but he offered to fix breakfast, so I stayed. In fact, I stayed long after we finished eating, and we sat around in robes and watched movies on television until that afternoon. Before I left, we had sex again, and that time I made a conscious effort to enjoy it. I wanted it and this time I was able to have a nice orgasm…the first with anyone but my husband. I guess my first date that included sex was what made me decide to become serious about escorting.”

“Your story is amazing! I guess I never realized that having sex with a client is enjoyable, but I suppose it’s somewhat like any occupation with good and bad moments.”

I nodded sagely, as if I actually understood the realities about the life of an escort.

“It was far easier than I had expected, and it was surprisingly enjoyable, so my career got off on the right foot.”

“What were your thoughts later…after you had time to consider everything? Did you tell your husband right away?”

I shook my head.

“No, I didn’t. Not right away. Of course, I would have had he called, but I wanted time to reflect on what had happened, and I needed time to write him a letter, so I could word the admission the right way. It took hours of writing and rewriting, but I did manage to confess the fact that I was now officially an experienced escort. I made a point of emphasizing the money aspect, and how the one time having sex with Russ had paid off nearly half of our credit card bill, but I also made a point of not admitting that I had enjoyed the sex. I wasn’t ready to admit that yet! I just casually said it had happened and that it was okay, but nothing to match my husband.

Lee called after receiving my letter, and I was scared that he might have changed his mind about our agreement and that he might be furious that I had gone through with it. I need not have worried, as he was very matter of fact about the whole thing and not upset. He asked if I wanted to do it again, and I said that since the money was great, that I would if he still agreed it would be okay. He made it clear that he would love me no matter what, and only cautioned me to be careful and discriminating.”

“So, where did things go from there?”

“Since my only tie to potential clients was thru Kaye, nothing happened for a few weeks, but then Russ contacted her and asked if she and I would go to Las Vegas with him and a friend over a holiday weekend. I had been worrying that my new career was doomed to end after one night, so I was excited and immediately agreed without even asking about the friend. The promise of a nice expense paid trip and a generous fee was enough to make me throw caution to the wind, and a week later we got off the plane in baking Las Vegas heat.

Russ’s friend Paul was a pleasant surprise. I had accepted the job without even asking which of us would be with the friend. Paul was younger than Russ, and very handsome. I liked him.”

“And which one was your date?”

Cal was turned on enough to want even more lascivious details about my fictitious dates, and I was even more surprised to see how easily I was able to spin believable tales. My storytelling skills were impressing even me! Since I was enjoying the game, I turned the fire up a little.

“My date was with Russ, and I was a somewhat disappointed. I had to honestly admit that I really wanted Paul. He was closer to my age and I was lusting to get in bed with him. We were having a great time in Vegas and I had almost forgotten that I was a working girl, instead of a normal date. I was obligated to concentrate on pleasing Russ, which I did, but then things changed.

Russ had rented a large suite with two bedrooms, and I spent the first night in his bed. My heart really wasn’t in it and after Russ finished, he immediately fell asleep. I can remember lying awake as Russ snored beside me while I listened to Paul and Kaye having sex in the other room for what seemed like hours!

By the end of the second day everyone had become quite comfortable walking between the rooms in robes, or half-dressed, so it was no surprise that the sexual tension was pretty high.

Kaye had experienced different sexual situations and was not at all intimidated by needs for modesty. Late Saturday night we arrived back to the hotel in a great mood. Kaye had taken a shower, put on a skimpy nightie and was sitting on Paul’s lap while we were all having a nightcap. Everyone had been lucky at the tables and we were celebrating our good fortune. Russ was teasing Kaye that he’d won enough at the Blackjack table to hire two girls for the weekend. Then he laughed and asked if we might be interested in trying different things. I was surprised but didn’t want to be a stick in the mud, and since I was attracted to Paul, I quickly agreed if Russ was okay with sharing. He was willing, as were the others! Wow! Only a few weeks earlier, I had been with only one other man besides my husband and now I was willing to let two men take turns with me! I was not only willing, I really wanted it! That night of debauchery was mind blowing to say the least. Much of it was spent with all four of us sharing one bed. Paul was as sexually gifted as I had hoped, and I did my best to do special things with him, hoping that I would be at the top of his list if he decided to hire an escort again.
At that point, I realized that I was enjoying the excitement of my new life, so to say it was anything short of fantastic would be a lie! By the time we got back from Vegas, I had enough money in my purse to pay off the last of our bills and tuck a small nest egg away for an emergency…and the new and exciting sexual experience was a bonus.”

“What did your husband have to say about that?”

“At the time, I sort of fibbed by saying I had dated two men in one week but avoided mentioning that it was at the same time and that almost the entire date was focused on sex. Months later when we both had become comfortable with the necessities of my job, I explained that trip to Lee, and to my surprise, he thought the story was hot, and it led to wonderful sex between us every time we talked about it.”

I could tell Cal was very aroused and he shifted his questions.

“Did you continue dating even after your husband came home from Korea?”

“For a while, yes. Lee had been promoted, and I had paid our bills and bought some things we had earlier put off buying, so there wasn’t a pressing need to continue working. We talked about it and decided that we didn’t want my extramarital sex to affect our marriage, and we also agreed it might be the right time to start a family, so I stopped dating.”

“You said you never had children.”

I nodded while I concocted another fictitious path for my tale to roam.

“We tried for about a year, but I never got pregnant. We accepted the fact that it would happen when it did…if it did. Eventually we decided to delay the family plan for a while and to concentrate on buying a few things we wanted. And honestly, I missed dating, so with Lee’s encouragement, I called some of my old clients.
I reconnected with two former clients and continued seeing them occasionally, Paul being one of them. Lee and I had decided that the extra money was nice to have and though we wanted kids, we weren’t obsessive about becoming parents. Both men had become friends and very satisfying sex partners, and Lee even met and liked Paul, so it seemed completely normal for me to date when they asked.

Soon, the younger of the two, John, said he would like to have sex without a condom, and of course except for that first time with Russ it had always been mandatory. That first time had been a foolish gamble, so even he had to wear protection after that. I wasn’t going to chance an unwanted pregnancy with someone other than my husband.
Then the pill came on the scene, and an unwanted pregnancy was no longer an issue. Lee was nearing the end of his enlistment, and since we had decided to hold off having a baby, I went back on birth control until we knew where we would be living and were ready to try again.
As the time for Lee’s discharge came closer, the reenlistment bonus for his specialty more than doubled and we discussed him staying in. To make this long story shorter, we stayed in, and never regretted the decision.”

I was reaching the end of ideas for embellishing my pretend-escort adventures, so I left it there. It was time to either pursue my original fantasy or put an end to the charade.

“So, Cal, now has your impression of me changed?”

From his expression, it didn’t appear that he had.

“It has, but not for the worse. You come across as so normal in every way, yet you describe a life most women would find so…so…different, I guess. Not tawdry, but okay…acceptable…at least to me. Even more surprising is that you seemed to enjoy the job. Forgive me, Jean, I don’t mean to criticize you in any way! In fact, you’ve managed to make me think about sex differently. Especially in my longtime monastic situation!”

He laughed with embarrassment as I tried to suppress a giggle and failed.

“I’m so glad I didn’t scare you too badly! After Lee reenlisted and I went back to work, our finances improved considerably while our marriage kept getting stronger and stronger. Nothing happened to upset our agreement.”

I leaned into Cal so he could get a close-up view of my cleavage, then squeezed his well-developed thigh and whispered conspiratorially.

“And honestly, it was pretty exciting to have an adoring husband and a nice income while also having fun on the job and not worrying about a jealous confrontation between Lee and one of my clients!”

Their private world was interrupted by Jim’s booming voice as joined us from the media room.

“Okay, you two, the pregame bullshit is over and the game’s about to start!”

Jim’s grin was a mile wide when he saw our startled reactions. I wasn’t thinking, but I guess we were still sitting with knees touching and maybe even holding hands. Like kids caught raiding the cookie jar, we must have looked guilty to Jim. Even though we were only talking, there was little doubt that my thoughts about Cal were far from pure and innocent, and I think Jim could see it written on my face.

“Damn it Calvin, you’re as bad as I am when there is a hot woman around!”
“Guilty again! Your beautiful friend is indeed hot, and I’ve been very much enjoying our visit.”

[DavidnDaria]

JRE2,

Keep up the great work. Loving the background farse here! Imagination is key!

[OZCPL]

Wow what a great way to start a visit to a friend and indications are that the friend doesn't mind if she is a little loose or maybe slutty is the work. Anyhow it nice to see the lady have some fun.

[OZCPL]

Any more please

[OOAA]

Great story!!!!!! Well done!

[couple20uk]

I am currently about half way through this story and very much enjoying it. It is definitely worth a read.

Though I still got a little way to go before the end I do wonder if it is finished?

Or is there more to be added?

Thank you for writing and posting it JRE2.

[JRE2]

I am currently about half way through this story and very much enjoying it. It is definitely worth a read.

Though I still got a little way to go before the end I do wonder if it is finished?

Or is there more to be added?

Thank you for writing and posting it JRE2.

Thanks for reading, and I’m sorry the story is still unfinished. I have two chapters in work, but every time I try to write, life takes over and prioritizes my time. I should probably create a temporary stopping point and continue the story this fall when demands on my time ease.