<p>The Corruption of Anna Lee is the first paid work I ever published. It's probably better categorized as a hotwife story with cuckold elements, as it's about a wife becoming an escort and exploring her newfound sexuality, though of course her husband also discovers his absolute joy at his wife fucking other people.</p><p>It's been available on Amazon for a while, but I'm going to publish it here over the next 12 days for those of you that haven't read it. Enjoy!</p><p><img data-media-id="31780163" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>"Jamie’s an escort.”</p><p>Those three words changed their marriage forever and it all happened so fast.</p><p>Mark Lee and his wife Anna were having dinner at home that night. She had to work late so he cooked chicken and vegetable skewers on the grill and threw together a summer salad that they were enjoying at their dining room table when those three words entered the conversation.</p><p>Jamie was a friend Anna had met at the yoga studio she had been going to for the past nine months. They hit it off immediately and were soon meeting for regular lunches and even going out for the occasional night of drinks and dancing. They’d met for one of those lunches earlier in the day and that’s when Anna learned this juicy tidbit.</p><p>Mark searched his wife’s face for a sign of her feelings on her friend’s reveal, and, finding nothing, offered what seemed like the safest response, “Wow.”</p><p>Anna couldn’t help but flash her irresistible smile at her husband’s remark.</p><p>“That’s exactly what I said!” she exclaimed.</p><p>“So….what exactly does it mean when you say she’s an escort?” </p><p>“It means exactly what you think it means,” she said, finishing off a bite of salad. “She gets paid to have sex, though it’s not nearly as tawdry as you might think. She said she charges $2,000 for an evening with her and the guys usually tip at least $1,000. It’s high end stuff.”</p><p>Mark’s eyes went wide as he exclaimed, “$2,000! Wow!”</p><p>A brief silence fell over the table as they both considered the life of a high end escort. They imagined, separately, beautiful hotel rooms with gorgeous cities views and high thread count sheets, exquisite bottles of wine, and lots of good sex. Mark was the first to break the silence.</p><p>“What kind of guys does she see?” he asked.</p><p>“She said it’s mostly business types, powerful guys with lots of money. Lots of alpha males that like to have a beautiful woman to take out to an expensive dinner and fuck in their expensive hotel room at the end of the night,” Anna said, offering a succinct summation of what Jamie had described to her.</p><p>The truth was a great deal more lurid and had Anna rather warm between her legs during lunch, but she didn’t dare tell Mark that listening to Jamie’s tales of fucking rich men in hotel rooms, at vacation homes, and on yachts had turned her on more than she would care to admit. </p><p>“Is it weird if I say that doesn’t sound so bad?” he asked with genuine curiosity.</p><p>Anna met his gaze, briefly pondering her answer before saying, “Not at all. I was thinking the same thing.”</p><p>Such a simple comment, and yet it planted in the back of Mark’s mind a seed that would soon grow into something almost entirely out of his control. Did his wife like the idea of being a high end escort?</p><p>“How did Jamie get into escorting?” Mark asked.</p><p>“She was recruited, I suppose you’d say, by a friend of hers. She said that one day at lunch the girl just came right out and asked her if she’d be interested in doing some escorting. She’s been doing it ever since, almost a year and a half now.”</p><p>Like Anna, Jamie was lean, athletic, and exceedingly beautiful. She had an air of elegance and class about her, so it wasn’t the least bit surprising she could be successful as a high end escort. As they were talking Mark was having a hard time not picturing Jamie bent over a bed in the Four Seasons as a wealthy man fucked her from behind, getting what he paid for from this flawlessly beautiful women in his hotel room.</p><p>His meal finished, Mark took a sip of his red wine before asking, “Does she enjoy it?”</p><p>“She said she absolutely loves it, and based on the way she was talking and how much she was smiling I’m inclined to believe her,” Anna said, she too enjoying a glass of wine.</p><p>Without the wine Mark never would have asked his next question, but a slight buzz was all it took to get the words to spill out of his mouth.</p><p>“Could you see yourself doing something like that if you were single?”</p><p>Anna’s eyebrows shot up at the uncharacteristic boldness from her husband of seven years, but her answer came swiftly.</p><p>“Definitely, at least for that kind of money. $3,000 for a night of good and sometimes even great sex with a strong, sexy guy? That would definitely work for me,” she said, meeting her husband’s gaze as she answered.</p><p>“Wait, really? You’d be willing to have sex for money?” he asked, a sense of genuine wonder in his voice.</p><p>“I’m just going off of what Jamie told me about it, but it sounds like it’s pretty ideal. She gets to choose her clients and since she doesn’t need tons of money she doesn’t have to take on too many. She gets offers from guys that are, as she said, less attractive, but she just turns them down. To me, it seems like she’s getting to choose her ideal sexual partners and get paid for it. What’s not to like about that? I mean, for a single girl,” she added, trying to assuage any building fears Mark might be having.</p><p>Fear wasn’t the right word to describe what Mark was experiencing though. Arousal would be far more accurate. Now, instead of picturing Jamie getting fucked in an expensive hotel room he was picturing Anna getting fucked in that same expensive hotel room and it was turning him on. </p><p>“Well, thank you for the lovely dinner, honey. It was fantastic,” Anna said, kissing him on the cheek before taking his plate away and putting it in the dishwasher. </p><p>He followed her into the kitchen and took the opportunity to wrap his arms tight around her and gently kiss her neck.</p><p>“I love you,” he whispered into her ear.</p><p>She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to plant a soft, slow kiss on her husband’s lips.</p><p>“I love you too,” she said, her beautiful blue eyes staring deeply into his.</p><p>“If it’s all right with you I think I’m going to slip into a bath and finish up that book I’ve been working my way through. I’m almost done,” she said, very nearly skipping down the hallway towards the master bathroom and the soaking tub they had installed a year ago.</p><p>Mark couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that she didn’t want to do anything with the erection that had formed in his pants as a result of their kiss. Their sex life was still healthy, but it had slowed down a little in the last few years. He had always heard that happens to married couples, but couldn’t help feeling a sense of disappointment that they were like everyone else in that department.</p><p>He abandoned the thought as quickly as he had conjured it up and headed to his office to get a head start on the next day’s work.</p><p><br></p><p>30 minutes later Mark was at his desk aimlessly browsing the web and getting absolutely nothing done. His mind was occupied with thoughts of his wife fucking other men for money and he couldn’t stop his brain from inventing incredibly lurid images. He would see her bent over the bathroom counter taking it from behind. He would see her in bed with another man, grinding on his cock as he reached up and played with her perky C cup breasts. He would see her sucking cock from her knees as the man’s hand pushed her head down as deep as she could take it.</p><p>Some form of jealousy is a typical male reaction to that kind of imagery, and there was certainly a little of that for Mark, but mostly he was turned on. He was turned on by the idea of his wife fucking other men and getting paid for it and it was driving him crazy. </p><p>Finally he gave in and opened an incognito window and directed it to his favorite site. Soon enough there was a video of escort sex in a high end hotel room playing. At first Mark sat and watched, telling himself he was just going to see what it might look like if his fantasy became reality, but he wasn’t going to masturbate.</p><p>The girl on screen was a leggy, lean, athletic brunette like Anna, which is why Mark picked the scene. She was in the bathroom putting on lingerie, lipstick, and a pair of strappy heels and she looked stunning. As she sauntered into the room and stood in front of her client for him to admire her, Mark couldn’t help but picture Anna. That’s when his cock got rock hard and that’s when he decided he was going to masturbate. His wife was usually in the bath for at least an hour, sometimes closer to two, so he had time.</p><p>While stroking slowly he watched the pornstar, now Anna in his mind, as she got on her knees in front of her client and pulled out his cock to pleasure him. Her lips skillfully enveloped the throbbing head of his rather large erection and she blew him, moving up and down with her eager mouth and stroking his shaft with her soft hand. It was sensual and sexy rather than sloppy and nasty and it was so much more arousing imagining it was his beautiful wife.</p><p>The video moved from close in on the cocksucking action to a wider shot from behind Anna on her knees with her tight ass framed by the garters and a sexy lace thong sliding down her crack. It was the way her head was rhythmically bobbing up and down that made Mark cum. She looked so similar to his wife in that moment that he was overwhelmed with lust and couldn’t hold back.</p><p><br></p><p>Across the apartment, safely ensconced in the comfort of her master bathroom, Anna had drawn a bath and slipped into the hot water to relax and let her thoughts drift. The room smelled of roses, the scent of the bath bomb she had dropped into the water, and it was heavenly. </p><p>With her eyes closed and her body warm and relaxed it was easy for her mind to drift to thoughts of her lunch with Jamie. Anna had shared the basic details with Mark, but Jamie had been far more explicit, going into great detail about her latest client in particular since she had seen him the night before.</p><p>“His cock was incredible, Anna,” she said, her eyes wide and sparkling with desire, “He fucked me up against the window, my tits pressed against the glass, with a hand in my hair and the other pulling hard on my hip. It felt so fucking good to be taken like that.”</p><p>As she sat submerged in the water Anna couldn’t help but picture herself in that situation. She imagined being in a beautiful hotel room with a man that had just slipped her $3,000 cash and wanted to see her naked. She stripped for him, taking her time and revealing that she was wearing the black lingerie set he had requested.</p><p>His eyes devoured her as she stood clad in only her underwear, presenting the body that he had just paid for. He moved with intent towards her, his left hand slipping behind her head and his right to her smooth ass, pulling her close for a kiss. As his tongue invaded her mouth his cock grew hard in his pants, offering confirmation that Anna looked as sexy as she felt.</p><p>He broke the kiss and with his eyes only communicated in no uncertain terms that she was to fall to her knees and suck his cock. She did so without hesitation, looking up at him while undoing his belt and lowering his pants and briefs. The cock she freed was incredible, just as Jamie had described, and she couldn’t wait to feel him on her tongue.</p><p>With one hand around the base she parted her red lips and took him into her mouth, sucking the cock of the man that was paying her to do so. He ordered her to look up at him and she obeyed, staring into his eyes and feeling the surge of desire that rushed through him. She sucked his cock slowly, moving as deep down on it as she could manage without gagging.</p><p>Satisfied with her oral talents he pulled Anna to her feet, turned her around, and pressed her against the floor to ceiling window looking out over the city. With a strong hand in her hair he rubbed his cock along the swollen lips of her wet pussy and slowly pushed inside her. He took what he had paid for and took it hard. Once his cock bottomed out inside the lingerie clad escort he began to fuck her with long, fast, hard thrusts. He let go of her hair to grab her hips with both hands, giving him greater leverage to pound her relentlessly and achieve the orgasm he sought.</p><p>That’s when Anna climaxed in the bathtub, though she hardly knew she had even been masturbating. She was overcome with lust and the orgasm that ripped through her was unlike any she had experienced in recent years and left her tingling in the most pleasing way possible.</p>