Michelle's New Profession Ch. 01 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle tells me she wants to switch professions.

This story is a direct continuation of "Sharing my Wife: A Fun Dance." Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for helping with editing.

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I didn't think too much about it, but over the next few days, Michelle seemed different, like something was bothering her. I asked several times and she always said she was fine and there wasn't anything. Even when we made love she seemed a little remote.

I asked her if there had been something about the weekend that had bothered her, but she always said no and told me what a beautiful weekend it had been. I finally blurted out, "Michelle, sweetheart, what the hell is wrong? You can't keep telling me it's nothing!"

She sighed, looked away, then back toward me and finally opened up. "There is something. I've been afraid to say anything for fear how you'd react." She looked away, looking almost like she was going to cry.

"Sweetheart, you know there isn't anything you could say that'll make me love you any less." Actually, I was almost afraid that maybe she'd fallen in love with Brian! But I didn't know how that could be after all the different sexual adventures we've had in the last couple years.

She wouldn't look at me and spoke quietly, "I've had this fantasy a long time and I think Brian kind of brought it out of me, making it seem more like it could maybe be real sometime."

I couldn't even begin to imagine what she might be talking about - a fantasy she hasn't shared with me? What fantasy could there possibly be left that we haven't done?

She spoke so softly, "Remember when I told you I wanted to actually be a stripper at the Honey Bunzz? This one's even bigger than that. Actually, a lot bigger!

"You want what?" I asked her, I'm sure my eyes and the expression on my face showed my shock. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not that! Michelle took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes and told me once again, "I want to be an escort...a paid escort."

"You mean, for sex? A prostitute?"

She shook her head up and down affirmatively, "But not like you're probably thinking. I mean pre-arranged dates, dinner, maybe dancing, I'm thinking about a romantic evening, then back to my hotel."

I didn't have any idea what to say. It was shocking what my wife was telling me...she wants to be a prostitute, sex with strangers for money! I knew I should have been outraged at her, but it sounded hot as hell to me. How the hell can you be rational when your hot wife says she wants to sell herself? I guess the first actually lucid thought that entered my mind was Michelle's safety. "No, I don't want you to do that, it's not safe. There are too many crazy people out there."

"Honey, I thought about that too. That's why I'd insist on being out in the public in the beginning with him. I'm not talking about standing on a street corner. I've actually done some research on it. I'd do this in Seattle and there aren't any reports of escorts getting hurt."

I still didn't know what to say. "What about the law? It's illegal."

It seems she's done quite a bit of research and had an answer for whatever I asked, "According to what I've read, the police don't bother escorts. They go after street walkers and prostitution houses, but not escorts. Plus, there's things that an escort has to do to be sure her customer isn't a policeman. In Seattle, they're pretty liberal and don't bother escorts at all."

"Diseases? What about getting an STD?"

"I'd always make him use a condom, unless he has a health certificate and I'm comfortable that he's safe."

"You've really thought this through, haven't you? You really want to do this?"

"Yes, and yes. I've been thinking about it for a long time and it sounds so hot to me."

"What about your job? They might not like their legal assistant having weekend work like that."

"I thought about that too. Actually, part of my fantasy is that I have to do it to help support us. If I did this, I'd quit my job."

It was really dawning on me that she was actually serious! Aside from all the safety, legal and other implications, I couldn't decide how I felt about it. Yeah, it sounded hot, but it also seemed like going too far. "Can we think about it for a while?" Then another thought entered my pea brain, "You've done so much research on this, why haven't you mentioned it before?"

"I was afraid of how you'd react. It's not like I wanted to just blurt out, 'Honey, I think I want to be a prostitute.' It's been kind of nerve-wracking thinking of how to tell you."

I nodded, "I need a little time to digest this. Can we talk about it some more tomorrow?"

When I went to bed that night, and Michelle joined me wearing a little baby-doll nightie, I couldn't help but think about what it'd be like for some guy she'd just met to go to bed with her. I tried to put myself in his shoes and enjoy making love with my wife like we'd just met. Our sex life was on fire and each new revelation threw more fuel onto our fire. We had quite a nice night of fucking that night!

The other thing that went through my mind was that it was only a little over two years ago that we were a typical monogamous couple. Other than one time in Kodiak, the closest we'd come to sharing was switching partners at square dances. Quite a difference in two short years!

I remembered the night I had with Jacqui where she forced me to pay her a thousand dollars to be my whore for the night in an old whorehouse in Virginia City, Nevada. That night had been damn hot, and I don't mean the temperature! I couldn't get the thought of Michelle having nights like that with strange men out of my mind.

Michelle and I had to work the next day so we didn't get a chance to talk about it until that evening. I was home before her and got a text that she'd be late because of helping an attorney prepare for a case the next day. I'd been anxiously waiting to talk to her all day and was a little irritated when I had to keep waiting. It was almost eight before she called me and said she was on her way home.

I had some hamburger patties out and ready to go on the grill so they'd be ready as soon as she got there. While we were eating, I asked her, "Okay, how would that work?"

She went and got her laptop and showed me the web page she'd already started to put together. She was planning on hiring a photographer for some glamour pictures and even a sexy video. She'd also found several directories to advertise her site; most were free, but there was one that would cost some money. She went on, "I'll insist on dinner in a public place, then if he wants to go dancing, we'll do that. Otherwise, I'll take him back to my hotel room for an hour or two, however long it takes." I asked her about overnight, but she explained that from everything she'd read it wasn't a good idea so she wouldn't do that. I could tell from talking to her how excited she was. She admitted that she'd been thinking about it for the last several weeks.

We went back and forth on details: what she'd charge - fifteen hundred dollars; how many nights a week - two; what she'd do with the guy - whatever he wanted as long it was legal between consenting adults; how to assure her safety; she explained how to be sure her customer wasn't an undercover policeman, and the fact she'd be out in public with him and make him use his credit card; when would she start - as soon as she could get her site up, and she wants to give her firm a month's notice. She said she'd do that tomorrow.

I'm not sure how to explain some of that without making it sound clinical, like a simple business transaction. I guess in a way, that's what it was going to be, but so much more than that. What I was really interested in was the men who'd be her lovers (I hate the word "clients".), how she'd pick the lucky guys, what she'd do with them and so on.

Michelle submitted her letter of resignation the next day for April 15th. There was a lot of angst in her office, she'd been there so long that she'd become almost irreplaceable. She was the go-to person whenever there was a problem or one of the attorneys needed some advice on a problem with their case. She hadn't had any actual legal training, but had picked up so much over the years that she was as versed in the law, or more so, than the attorneys she worked with. Besides that, I knew they'd all miss her beautiful, smiling face in their office.

I know that part of her fantasy was putting herself in the position where she'd literally have to prostitute herself to help support us. I sure as hell hoped she knew what she was doing! I suspected we could get by on my income if we had to, but certainly not without a lot of pain. At least I had health insurance on both of us through my City job.

The next few weeks were busy for Michelle as she was working on her website, doing some modeling for pictures and videos, arranging her advertising and so on. She showed me the pictures and video she had made. In one of the pictures she was in her beautiful wrap dress and in another in a long nightgown that barely showed her intimate parts. The video was of her, behind a semi-sheer and blurry curtain wearing a baby-doll nightie and pulling it off over her head, which then showed a blurred image of her nakedness behind the curtain. It was sexy as hell. If those didn't attract attention, nothing would!

The ads she posted on the three escort sites had a small picture of her wearing a demure gown, but it definitely showed off her figure. Her website was very careful not mention anything specifically sexual, although there was enough innuendo that there wasn't any doubt of what she was offering for the fifteen-hundred dollars.

Michelle didn't forget about Shaun. She spent one night a week with him. She never told me what Shaun thought about her being an escort. He still welcomed her to spend nights with him, so it must have been at least moderately okay with him. We didn't talk about her love-life with him, but she was almost always tired the next night, so I presumed they undoubtedly spent a good share of their nights together either making love or fucking. I'd come to accept that he was more like a second husband than simply a boyfriend. I presumed that if something ever happened to me, she'd move in with and probably marry Shaun.

She was also doing a lot of planning for Jacqui's wedding the end of the month. It was hard to believe how fast that was coming. We were planning to leave for Great Falls on Thursday, the twenty-eighth after I got off work, spend a night in Spokane, then drive the rest of the way the next day. Jacqui and her fiancée were having a wedding practice Friday night that Michelle needed to be there for.

We spent a lot of time discussing what we wanted to give them for a wedding gift, and finally decided on an all-expense paid trip to Hawaii. Michelle called Ginger and arranged with her to help Jacqui when they decided to go, telling her to let us know the cost of the trip. Then Michelle called Jacqui and let her know what we were giving them, in case they wanted to use the trip for their honeymoon. Jacqui was thrilled beyond words, but they'd already made reservations in Las Vegas, including some shows for their honeymoon. Michelle let her know to call Ginger, and gave her the phone number of the travel agency to plan the trip.

Michelle's office held a going-away party for her on her last day. They had a dinner at the Texas Roadhouse, a fairly new, but excellent restaurant in Kennewick. Michelle and I would've preferred to have it at the Black Angus, but they didn't have any accommodations for large groups...and it definitely turned out to be a large group, they'd reserved a whole dining room for the evening. Everyone from the firm was there, as well as lots of the clients who'd worked with Michelle over the years. Several gave little speeches about how much they were going to miss her. Many hoped she'd be back and told her that she'd be welcomed at any time. Several of their clients spoke about how much she'd done for them as well. The firm bought both of us dinner and gave Michelle a five-hundred-dollar gift card that could be used anywhere in the Columbia Center Mall.

When it was Michelle's turn to get up and get up and give a speech, she could barely talk with the tears running down her cheeks. She tried to thank everyone for their friendship and what they'd done for her over the years, but couldn't get much of it out. It was definitely an emotional time for her. She cried all the way home and didn't stop until after we got home.

After she had calmed down, and her tears had stopped, Michelle suggested she thought it might be fun to practice her new profession and told me that she was mine for the next two hours.

I sat on the end of the bed and thought about what I might want to do with her, while she stood waiting for me. My grin spread ear-to-ear when it dawned on me what was going to be a whole lotta fun! I asked her to lay down on the bed and close her eyes. I rummaged around looking for some things that I hadn't used in ages; a red bandana and several handkerchiefs. I have no idea why we bought them and don't ever remember actually using them. I think the bandana was something for Halloween a long time ago. I remembered where I'd seen them not long ago, in a chest of drawers in one of the spare bedrooms.

I retrieved my "toys" and returned to my lovely wife, still lying on the bed. I asked her to sit up, but still to keep her eyes closed. When she did, I took the bandana and wrapped it around her eyes to be sure she wouldn't be able to see a thing for my two hours of fun and games. Michelle asked what I was doing, and I told her, "Something I've wondered about for almost forever. You'll see." Then I thought about that statement and snickered a bit, "Well, maybe you won't see, but you'll feel." Michelle started giggling like a little girl at my stupid little funny. I looked at my watch and told her that my two-hours had just started, and I planned to get my money's worth from her.

"You know I won't let someone blindfold me, don't you?" She told me.

"Not even if you know you can trust them?" I asked.

"Well maybe, but I'm not so sure I can trust you."

"I know darned well you can't," I laughed. "But it's too late now," I told her. "Can you see anything?" I asked.

"No, I can't even open my eyes." Good, I thought, that's exactly what I wanted.

I took her hand and led her out of the bedroom, into our living room in front of our picture window looking out onto the street. I turned the light on, expecting that she might be able to tell if it was on, even with the blindfold. Then I opened the window blind halfway and closed it again all in one motion, letting her think I'd just opened it all the way. Then I started unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off of her. When I unsnapped her bra, she complained, "Honey, no. People will be able to see in."

I was standing behind her and kissed her on her neck, "I know love, that's the idea." I know how much a little exhibitionism turns her on and this would be a very taboo exhibitionism, in our living room where our neighbors driving down the street could see her. She'd be embarrassed, but it'd also make her horny as hell. Naturally, I wouldn't really do that to her, but she didn't need to know that.

When her bra was off and she thought she was standing in front of our open window totally topless, I spent the next few minutes caressing her, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples. Was it a juvenile stunt, making her think she was on exhibition the whole time? Yep, but so much fun...and she'd told me she was mine for two hours.

I tickled her tummy and back with my fingernails, teasing down to the zipper of her skirt, lowering the zipper an inch or two, then back to the tickling and lowering the zipper an inch every little bit. It took several minutes of teasing Michelle, before the zipper was all the way down and I started to push it off her hips. She had on a pair of lacy, loose-fitting, boy-type panties under her skirt. They weren't particularly revealing, but sexy as hell!

I let my wife stand in front of the "open" blinds and ran my hands all over her body before slipping my fingers under the elastic of her panties, slipping them down and off her legs. I know I'll never tire of the view and feel of her completely bare pussy lips. From the blush on her cheeks, I was pretty sure she believed the blinds were open and very likely people were standing or driving by looking at her naked body. My fingers just happened to slip between her pussy lips just a little, and found her very damp there. She groaned and couldn't help but thrust her pelvis out when they accidentally slipped up to about my mid-finger knuckles. Good, I wanted her nice and turned-on!

My plans for the evening were forming and changing by the minute. I led her by the hand to our bedroom and had her lie down on the bed, telling her I was going to be busy for a few minutes. I could feel the heat of her body through her hand as I led her. Every one of her movements made me shiver with anticipation. She lay on our bed, totally naked and blindfolded while I worked on the next part of my little surprise. I tied two handkerchiefs together, four sets, then tied each one to a corner of the bed. I did my best to not make a noise or let her know where I was in the room the whole time. She had no idea what I was doing until I pulled one of her wrists out straight and tied it, then the other one to the other side of the bed.

Almost before Michelle realized what was happening, both her wrists were tied to opposite corners of the bed and I was pulling her legs apart to tie her ankles. When my blindfolded wife was totally tied to the four corners of the bed, she pulled her arms and legs, testing to see if they were firm. I'd tied them tight enough to give her very little room so after a few moments she lay quietly.

I had pulled a chair into the bedroom and sat quietly, not saying a word, letting her wonder what came next. She asked several times, "Honey, are you there?" She rolled her head back and forth trying to work the handkerchief off her eyes so she could see. I sat watching her in total silence for at least ten minutes, although it seemed much longer. It had to seem like an eternity to Michelle. I hadn't said a word and I think Michelle understood that the rest of the evening was being spent quietly, without speaking to each other.

She was actually situated mostly on one side of the bed, not in the middle. I quietly stepped to the side of the bed, not letting her know I was there, leaned over and wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Michelle gasped a little bit and arched her back toward me. I sucked on one nipple for a bit, then the other one. Michelle's nipples have always been sexually tender and she loves having them sucked. From the way she was arching her back and moaning, I knew not being able to see was affecting her libido much more than normal.

Now that I'd started accomplishing my goal of getting my wife sexually excited, I sat back down and watched her writhe for a few more moments. My cock was getting so damn hard it was nearly unbearable. When she started to settle back down I ran my fingers up and down her body, around her nipples but not touching them, then down inside her thigh to the edge of her pussy lips.

Michelle's body was obviously reacting exactly as I'd hoped. I couldn't help but run my fingers inside her pussy just a little, feeling how wet and slippery she was. She was pulling at the restraints, her head flopping back and forth, and I didn't know how much more of this I could take either!

I pulled away, and slipped out of the bedroom in order to calm myself down a little. I poured myself a glass of ice tea, hoping that might help. My hands were shaking so badly that it was almost impossible to hold it to my lips. I sincerely hoped that Michelle was feeling the same as I was, hopefully even worse (or better, however you wanted to look at it). Just the thought of her writhing in the other room, in her darkness, not knowing what was coming was making me nearly mad in my own lust.

After perhaps five minutes and drinking half the glass of ice tea, my hands had finally calmed so I could at least hold the glass without splashing it out. My cock was still a steel rod, but I expected that.

When I quietly stepped back into the bedroom, Michelle was lying quietly but breathing very deeply like she was forcing herself to be calm. I slipped my jeans and shorts off and kissed the inside of her thigh, eliciting a jump from Michelle.

I licked the inside of her thigh, one, then the other, gradually coming closer and closer to the apex where they joined. My wife was thrusting her hips up to me and once again tossing her head back and forth while she tried to pull her arms out of the handkerchiefs holding them. When my lips finally descended on her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, I felt her body tense and heard a loud gasp, "Oh God!" Those had been the first words she'd uttered since she'd asked where I was, probably forty-five minutes earlier.

I kissed her pussy, my tongue going as deeply into her as I could until I wasn't able to stand it any longer. Plans were never meant to be set in stone and I realized that as I plunged my cock into her warmth. It felt so weird, Michelle not being able to wrap her arms or legs around me, but I fucked her hard! She was slick with her juices and my cock was slippery with my own pre-cum.

Michelle might not have been able to wrap her arms or legs around me, but she could still thrust her hips up to meet my every thrust into her. We'd both been so turned on and my cock so stiff that I was coming inside her probably within a minute. As soon as I started to come, Michelle started screaming, her body stiffened as mine had, and I felt her pussy tighten around me provoking my convulsions even more.

Michelle and I were both covered in sweat when I finally collapsed, nearly smashing her. We lay together trying to breathe, when Michelle finally asked, "Can you please untie me now?"

I reached behind her head and untied her blindfold, pulling it off her head. She opened her eyes, blinking in the light. I hadn't had much light on, only the light on my nightstand, but it was apparently still bright to her eyes. When she was able to hold her eyes open, she looked at me and asked, "Now my hands and feet please?"

I crawled around to untie her feet, then her wrists. She rubbed them a little bit, then pushed me over on my back, straddled me and started pounding my chest with her fists. "I hate you, you bully," she yelled at me.

I grabbed her wrists and rolled us back over, both of us laughing, "Yeah, but admit it, you loved it, didn't you?"

"NO!" But the way she was giggling was telling me an entirely different story. "I'll never trust you again, and what was the idea of undressing me with the blinds wide open?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that, "Sweetie, the blinds were closed the whole time. It's still closed if you want to go look."

"You probably closed them while I was lying here suffering."

I gave her my most innocent, little boy look, "Would I fib to you about something like that?"

"I didn't used to think so, but I'm seeing you in a whole new light now, you pervert."

"Well, I'll definitely admit to the pervert part, but I do promise you that the blinds were closed. Besides, who wouldn't be a pervert with the sexiest wife in Kennewick?" I reached up, pulled her to me and kissed her before adding, "That I can't help but fall in love with more every day."

That seemed to appease her blood-thirsty desire to kill me. She snuggled up in my arms and said, "It was kind of fun, I have to admit."

I chuckled, "Maybe the blind was open just a little bit." She slugged me in the arm and we snuggled together, going to sleep. It definitely had been an exciting evening!



Michelle's New Profession Ch. 02 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle's first client.

This is a direct continuation of "Michelle's New Profession, Chapter 1." My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing assistance.

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Saturday morning I made Michelle a nice breakfast of sourdough corn fritters and sausage as a peace offering. We laughed about the night before, but she said she didn't want to do it again for a while.

After breakfast, we checked to see if she'd gotten any responses from her new website. She'd set up an e-mail address specifically for her escort business. She had four e-mails; three of them she deleted because they were simply gross. The fourth, a man named Lee from the UK was going to be in Seattle Wednesday and Thursday nights of the upcoming week, and wanted some female companionship on one of those evenings. He sounded like an ideal guy for her first client so Michelle e-mailed him back, saying she'd be available either night. It made me horny as hell, realizing she was actually going through with this hair-brained scheme. She was going to go out with a guy she doesn't even know and have sex with him for money!

She'd decided to go by her stripper stage name, "Amber", with her clients, to help protect her privacy. She also said that she lived in Seattle. When she got a confirmation back from the guy for Wednesday evening, she was more excited than I'd seen her in a long time. She made a reservation at the Sheraton Hotel, the same hotel she'd stayed in with her first lover, Mike, an eternity ago. Then she took me with her to shop for some new clothes for that night. She knew how much I'd enjoy helping her pick out something sexy for her first time. She found a silky, cream colored blouse and a short, denim skirt as she thought it was sexy to take them off separately. My wife definitely knows how to undress to drive a man out of his mind with desire!

We went to Victoria's Secret for new lingerie, and found a silky pair of loose fitting boy-short panties that he could slip a finger under easily if he was so inclined to at dinner. She didn't plan to wear a bra, so didn't worry about buying one. Helping her buy sexy clothes for her first paying date had made me horny as hell and I couldn't wait for that night. Unfortunately, when we got home, my lovely wife told me that she didn't want to have sex again until her date so she'd be very nice and horny that night. That was what I'd planned Friday night before my plan went awry.

The next few days and nights were long for me. I was constantly on edge, my cock hard and wanting to make love with my wife. I knew she was horny too, but still wouldn't let me make love with her. Tuesday, she spent her day making herself even more gorgeous. She had a manicure and pedicure, and a massage. That night her skin felt especially soft to me when I caressed her. She was groaning, sounding more miserable than I felt when I nibbled on her nipples. I sure as hell hoped it wasn't going to be this way before all of her dates!

Wednesday morning when I left for work, Michelle was naked and filling the tub. I smelled her feminine bath oil and it about drove me out of my mind. I managed to control myself as I didn't have much choice, and kissed her goodbye with a very deep and passionate kiss. She said she'd call and let me know when she got there, then later after her date. I could hardly wait for Thursday night to come when I could finally have her as my wife once again.

Michelle called me about four that afternoon letting me know that she'd checked into the hotel. Lee was supposed to be meeting her up in the lobby at seven. She sounded nervous as hell, since this was the first time she'd ever met a man and taken him to bed on the same night. She said that just thinking about it was making her horny. "I love you sweetheart, have fun with him."

"Oh, I intend to! Love you too. I'll call you later." We disconnected. I knew the next time I talked to my wife, she'd officially be a prostitute.

I went out and bought Chicken McNuggets for dinner, brought them home and sat watching more episodes of The Office. They're always good to take my mind off of what my wife might be doing. In one of the episodes I watched that night, Dwight had purchased the building where the Dunder Mifflin paper company was located and made some "economies" to save himself some money, such as: He'd made a machine to separate the two-ply rolls of toilet paper into two one-ply rolls; disconnecting the air-conditioning; putting all the lights on motion detectors so if there's no motion in the room for over a minute, the lights go out, and so on. Again, there really wasn't a reason to put that in this story except that it shows how easily amused my feeble mind is.

Michelle called at 12:17 Thursday AM, not that I was paying any attention to what time it was. She was very wide awake and excited. From the tone of her voice, her date had obviously gone well, but I still needed to ask, "How'd it go tonight?"

It sounded like she was jumping all over the place, "Oh God, it was good! He made me come so hard, it was like tsunami waves, one right after another. He must have taken a Viagra or something this evening. I have so much of his cum inside me right now. I should have paid him instead of him paying me."

"I take it he's gone now?"

"He just left a couple minutes ago."

I needed at least a little bit of details. "What were you wearing when he left?"

"Absolutely nothing. We kissed goodbye with the door wide open. He felt so good against my body."

"Are you still naked?" I was so damn hard talking to her!

"No, I have on my robe. Nothing else though."

Damn, she was making me hard! "He did pay you?"

"Yes, fifteen-hundred dollars, plus an extra five-hundred." I've talked numerous times during the last two years, about the bridges we've crossed. We'd now crossed another that can never be un-crossed. My wife was now officially a prostitute.

I didn't know if I'd survive until she got home. She only had the hotel reservation for tonight so I knew she'd be home sometime Thursday. "What time are you going to leave and come home?"

She paused a bit making me nervous. "There's a slight problem with that. He's asked me out again tomorrow night. There's a photography exhibit he wants to take me to. It's part of the reason he's in Seattle now. Is that okay with you?"

NO, it wasn't okay! I needed my wife home. "Sure, I guess." I was pretty sure she could hear the disappointment in my voice.

"Actually, that's what the extra five hundred dollars is for, I don't have anything to wear tomorrow night so he gave me that money for a dress." Then she went on, "I'm sorry honey, I'll be home Friday, I promise."

I didn't know what else to say. I was disappointed it'd be another full night and day before she was home. "Bye babe, I love you," I told her.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to go to sleep when you have a raging hard-on and your wife just told you how hard her lover has just made her come? This seemed so different than the other men she'd fucked. This was a complete stranger, someone she'd never even met before, someone who'd actually paid her for sex...paid her a lot, and then asked her to go out with him a second night.

I guess a perpetual hard-on is part of the price I have to pay for being married to a hot woman. I knew I'd survive, then it'd be more than worth it Friday night.

She texted me a picture Thursday evening, it was of her wearing the dress she'd bought for that night. It was black, which I'd never seen her wear before. She looked incredible in it. It was long, nearly to the floor with a slit all the way up to her thigh. She'd made a point in the picture of exposing her leg through the slit. It was also slightly sheer, I could slightly see her black panties and bra through it. She had on black high heels strapped around her ankle with her welded-on anklet just below the strap. She looked sexy as hell! She attached a short note, "Think he'll like it?"

Umm yeah, a dead man would like it, probably get an erection. "He'll love it." I texted back to her.

"Hope so, he's picking me up at seven, dinner, then the exhibit and I hope back here for more fun." It was six-forty-five when she sent me that text, so I knew she'd be going out with him in just a few minutes.

"Have fun," I texted to her. Another night dealing with that hard-on, this time spending all night thinking about what she was doing with Lee, wondering if she'd be spending the whole night fucking him instead of just a couple hours.

I never heard from her the rest of the night or the next day. I am always a nervous wreck when she's gone and I don't hear from her. I think she does it intentionally to torture me. It's difficult when I have to work and put my thoughts of her aside when I'm dealing with customers, looking at building plans and so on. I've never been great at multi-tasking and it's hard to not think about my wife when she's been with a lover for two nights.

Fortunately for my sanity, Michelle's car was in our driveway when I got home that evening. One thing I always love about Michelle being gone a few days is the kiss at our first reunion. She never disappoints...that night, she wrapped her arms around my neck as soon as I walked through the door and when I felt her tongue probing mine, I was instantly hard. She and I both love to kiss!

The first thing I wanted to do was take my gorgeous wife to bed. She had other ideas though, asking me if I wanted to take her out to dinner. She said she wanted to go somewhere nice where she could dress up for me a little. I guess that if I couldn't take her to bed that minute, a nice dress-up meal would be a substitute until bedtime. I agreed and Michelle suggested I put on nice shirt and slacks. I did so, then waited in the living room while Michelle dressed.

She took nearly an hour, keeping the door closed the whole time so I couldn't see her getting ready. When she finally emerged from our bedroom, I was once again in awe of my wife. She was wearing the dress she'd sent me the picture of the night before and it looked so much better on her in real life than the picture had. Every step she took, the slit up the side opened up showing her long, sexy leg. In the picture, I could barely see her black panties and bra, but in real life they clearly showed through. Even the butterfly tattoo on her hip was slightly visible. Her brown hair had gotten quite long over the last couple years, hanging down her back, probably six inches or so below her shoulders and was beautiful. All-in-all, she was glamorous and oh-so-sexy!

"That's what you wore last night for your date?"

"Mmhmm, he seemed to like it. Do you?"

"That, my lovely wife, would be the understatement of the decade! I love it, you're so beautiful." Even though Michelle already knew what I'd just said to be true, she still beamed at my compliment.

"Thank you!" She took a moment to look me over and commented that I looked very nice as well. I knew that next to her, I probably looked like a homeless person.

Since she was the one dressed so nicely, I asked if she had some place special in mind for dinner.

"I do, there's an Italian restaurant in Richland we've never been to, Monterosso's. I've heard how nice it is and thought tonight would be a good time to try it."

I've never been to it, but knew where it was. I escorted my stunning wife to the car and opened the door for her like a gentleman should. Also, like a true gentleman, I averted my eyes as the slit in her dress opened up when she so elegantly climbed in. If you believe I actually diverted my eyes, please send me a private message as I'm sure I could also convince you that I own a big bridge in San Francisco, and I'd be glad to sell it to you relatively cheap.

The restaurant was fantastic. We'd driven past it before, but never thought about eating there. It's an old Pullman railroad car that's been restored and sitting on a short section of railroad track, incredibly elegant, showing how the rich traveled in the old days. It's small and quiet with soft music playing in the background.

The food was fantastic and the waitress was helpful and very pretty. Both the host and the waitress complimented Michelle on her gorgeous dress. It was fun watching the host's eyes as he couldn't take them off my wife. Of course, I sympathized with him as I couldn't take my eyes off of her either. I'd have loved it if Michelle had suggested taking him home with us, the waitress as well, but that was for another time.

While we were eating, I asked Michelle about her dates with Lee, but she put me off saying that she'd tell me later. We took our time, casually eating our dinner, which was wonderful. It was hard for me to sit, slowly eating our dinner when all my mind could think of was, "later", knowing exactly what she'd meant by that.

By the time we finally finished dinner, Michelle wanted to take a drive through Riverfront Park. The moon was partially hidden behind clouds, but the reflection off the river was still beautiful. She asked me to stop in a particularly scenic place and leaned over to kiss me. Michelle's lips were soft and so sexy! Her hand went behind my neck and her tongue probed into my mouth. She'd been driving me crazy all evening and this was nearly more than I was able to take. My hands roamed down her silky dress until I found one of breasts and pinched her nipple over the silk of her dress and bra. We both groaned and Michelle pulled her lips away from mine, saying, "I think you better take us home."

She didn't get an argument from me! We drove home and headed for our bedroom. Michelle suggested that I get undressed and lay down on the bed while she went in the bathroom. I lay down totally naked with my proud little, 7" rock hard cock sticking straight up, anxiously awaiting my wife. This would be the first time we'd made love in over a week.

I expected Michelle to come out wearing one of her sexy nighties, but she was still wearing the same sexy dress she'd worn to dinner. She'd put on some more lipstick, brushed her hair out and I could smell her sweet perfume from across the room. She found some music on the entertainment center and stood at the foot of the bed, doing a sexy dance for me.

Her hands roamed up and down her body, pushing the slit in the dress aside exposing all of her leg, then reached behind her neck, pulling the zipper down her back. I wondered briefly how a woman did that...zipped or un-zipped a dress on her back, but when she started slipping it off her shoulders, all rational thoughts evaporated.

She stood in front of me clad only in her lacy, black bra, panties and heels. Oh my God, she looked sexy as she continued her sensual dance. After driving me practically insane, she crawled onto the bed between my legs, looked me straight in the eyes with her sexy grin and took the very tip of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, spreading my pre-cum with her lips. I couldn't help but close my eyes and groan with her lips spreading out over my cock.

I remember grimacing and my hips involuntarily trying to push myself deeper in her mouth, but she managed to keep only the very tip in her mouth. After what felt like an eternity, I finally felt her lips descending lower, until my entire cock was buried in her mouth and throat. Oh God, I was getting so close when she pulled her mouth away from me and started to scoot further up the bed.

When she lifted herself up and spread her knees apart over my cock, I realized her panties were split over her pussy, letting her slip my cock inside her wet, soft warmth without even removing them. She settled down on me with my cock buried deep inside her and gyrated her hips, driving it deeper. I gripped the bedding with my fists, trying to avoid coming the instant I was inside her.

"Lee liked this too. This is exactly what I did with him last night." OH!, she could have said just about anything but that! She started fucking up and down on my cock and I pushed up inside her, unable to hold out any longer. I'd only been inside her a few seconds when my orgasm erupted. She drove herself down hard on me, telling me, "Lee managed to last a little longer." Then she giggled a little before going on, "Of course, he'd fucked me three times the night before too." I know she was intentionally driving me crazy. I kept coming and coming. Toward the end, I finally felt Michelle's body tense and her pussy tighten around me. She closed her eyes and I saw her face grimace in her own orgasm, which drew out my own a little longer. She was still climaxing when my cock started to soften inside her and my senses had started to return so that I could hear and watch her groans. Her fingernails had left scratch marks on my chest that I hadn't even felt. Afterward, we lay, spooned together, her in front. I'd taken off her bra and was gently massaging her nipple with my fingers when she told me, "He's originally from Scotland and has the sexiest accent. I've never heard an accent like his before, except on the TV." Then Michelle started giggling and went on, "A sexy accent and a huge cock, what more could a girl ask for?" I pinched her nipple and was rewarded with a soft groan before we finally dozed off to sleep.

In the morning after we woke up, Michelle showed me the deposit slip she'd made at the bank on her way home, three-thousand, four-hundred, fifty dollars. She said he'd given her two thousand dollars each night and the dress, lingerie and shoes had cost her five-hundred fifty dollars. She also told me that Lee knew lots of men in the Seattle area who he'd recommend her to. It sounded like she was off to a very fun, successful new career. If last night was an example of the after-effects, I was looking forward to it too.

Michelle didn't plan on going to Seattle the upcoming week because of Jacqui's wedding, but checked her e-mails Saturday morning. We'd decided that if they have the words 'fuck', 'cock', or anything comparably crude in the subject line she'd delete them. She had several e-mails from men and one from a woman inquiring about a date with her the following week. We found it amusing that a woman had answered her ad.

I asked her if she'd ever go on a date with a woman? She thought about it a moment before she answered. "I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait and see." The thought of her having a whole sexy evening with some cute woman sounded like a hell of a turn-on to me!

A couple of the e-mails from men looked interesting, but with Jacqui's wedding the following weekend Michelle didn't think she'd have time to go out that week. She e-mailed them all, telling them she wouldn't be available that week because of a wedding.



Michelle's New Profession Ch. 03 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle meets a special young man.

This story follows directly after Jacqui's Wedding, Chapter 2. Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for editing assistance.

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Monday after I got home from work, Michelle and I had fun going through her escort service e-mails. If they had the words 'fuck', 'cock', or anything comparably crude in the subject line we deleted them. Michelle loves romance. She wants to be romantic and see what follows...hopefully a very enjoyable evening, then a night of fantastic sex. I love going through them with her, to see the type of man she wants to spend the night with. It's hot as hell for me!

There still weren't many, seven to be exact. Two caught her attention, one said, "Hi, love your site. I'm hoping you can help us out with our son." She clicked on it and we both read, "Our son is twenty. His 21st birthday will be next week. He's extremely shy, but a very nice young man. We know he's never been on a date and probably never even kissed a girl. Your profile sounded very interesting to us. We know you're older than him but that's part of what attracted us to you. We were wondering about hiring you for a date with him on his 21st birthday." Then it went on to give their contact e-mail information.

"He sounds a lot like me when we first started going out. I was twenty-one and you were my first girlfriend." I really, really wanted her to delve into this one further.

"It does sound kind of intriguing. I wonder how far they'd want a date to go. There's a lot of difference between a simple date and what I'm planning for my dates. Besides that, he's kind of young, don't you think?"

I laughed at the understatement about her 'dates'. "Yeah, he's young but it sounds like it could be fun to me...going out with a 'never been kissed' guy. I think you should e-mail them back and see what happens." She typed out a brief e-mail. "I might be interested in a date with your son. Can you please tell me a little more about him and what you might be expecting from me? Amber." Then she hit send.

It was less than ten minutes later that she got another e-mail. "Thank you for answering us. We'd almost given up hope." We looked at the date of their original e-mail and it was the previous Thursday. No wonder. It went on, "Jeremy is a physics major at the University of Washington. He's very intelligent but so shy. He gets flustered whenever he's around one of our friend's daughters and complains that they're so immature. I think he's too shy to approach one of the girls at college. I've attached a picture of him. As you can see, he's a nice looking young man. We're very proud of him but would like to see him open up a little more. As far as what to expect from you, we'd only hope for him to enjoy an evening with a beautiful girl, someone experienced enough to help him get past his shyness. Judy." She gave Michelle her phone number and asked if she could call.

She clicked on the picture file. His mom was right, he's a pretty good looking kid. Brown hair, thin, has a nice smile. We couldn't tell a lot about him because it was a portrait, not a full photo.

I asked her, "Well, what do you think?"

"I think I could help him. Besides, it might be fun. I'd like to do it."

"Okay then, why don't you call his mom."

Michelle picked up her cell phone and dialed the number Judy had given her. "Hello, Judy? This is Amber." I couldn't hear the other side of the call.

"I think it's very nice what you're trying to do for Jeremy."

"No I haven't, but I'm sure we'd get along very well. Actually, he sounds a lot like my husband when we first met." She smiled at me and tried to tell me with her lips what was being said on the other end. I wasn't getting it so well, but was pretty sure just from her end of the conversation.

"Yes, I'm married, and yes my husband knows all about what I do. He's very supportive." A brief pause then, "Would like to speak with him?" I gave her my hand, to hand me the phone, but she shook her head no.

"I think that'd be a fantastic idea. How about Ellensburg? That's about halfway."

"Okay, it's a date. I'll see you then. Oh, maybe I'd better ask, when is Jeremy's birthday?" She listened for a moment longer, thanked Judy and hung up the phone.

"She'd like to meet me, tomorrow in Ellensburg at Denny's at six. His birthday's this coming Friday. Lucky I answered their e-mail first before scheduling something for Friday night."

The other e-mail that she was interested in was a businessman from Chicago that was going to be in Seattle over the weekend and was looking for someone to keep him company for an evening. She answered his e-mail and after a couple e-mails back and forth had set a date with him for Saturday evening.

The next day I took off work a couple hours early. It's about a two-hour drive to Ellensburg and we got to Denny's about five-thirty. Michelle didn't know if they wanted to meet me or not, so she walked in alone and I followed about ten minutes later. I wanted to sit where I could overhear their conversation, but there weren't any booths open near them so I had to sit at the opposite end of the room where I couldn't even see them. Michelle did see me walk in and where I sat though.

I ordered a cheese-burger and chocolate milk shake (yeah I know - health food), and nibbled at it for probably forty-five minutes. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, Michelle walked over to my booth and said they'd like to meet me. I left the rest of my food, paid my bill and went with her to their table. Apparently, the dad, I hadn't heard his name yet, had taken Jeremy to the car so Judy and Michelle could talk business a little more freely.

When I approached their booth, I was a little surprised. Jeremy's mom looked like she was probably in her late fifties or early sixties, kind of old to have a twenty year old son. She extended her hand and took mine with a very nice smile. Judy spoke first, "We're very impressed with your wife. Jeremy seemed to like her too. You're sure it's okay with you if she goes out with our son?"

"It's very okay with me. We've talked about it quite a bit and I know she was looking forward to it before we got here." I went on to tell her, "The way you described Jeremy in your e-mail sounds so much like I remember being, scared to death of girls, before Amber and I started dating. She was fantastic with me and that was almost twenty years ago. I know she'd be good for him."

Judy blushed just a little, apparently not quite sure how to ask, "And if they, you know," She hesitated a bit, before I jumped in, knowing what she was trying to ask.

"Whatever happens is fine with me. We're open and honest with each other."

I guess that seemed to satisfy her. She turned back to Michelle, "Your fee, how do you want us to pay you?"

Michelle smiled at her, that sweet smile that's so irresistible. "There won't be any fee. I want to go out with him."

Judy's face got a very surprised look, "But your website said..."

Michelle interrupted her, "My website wasn't talking about Jeremy. I don't want him to ever have to say that he had to pay a girl for his first date. I want this to be a real date, with a real girl that likes him for who he is, not for his money."

Judy was totally taken aback, "But we have to pay you something."

Michelle was more than adamant, "Then I'm not your girl. I'd love to go out with Jeremy but if you're going to have to pay me to do it, I won't." I couldn't have been prouder of my wife. I knew she had several e-mails from guys she could make fifteen-hundred dollars from that night. Instead, she was trying to make a night out extra special for a young man.

Judy finally smiled at Michelle and put her hand over Michelle's on the table and squeezed it. It looked like she was almost going to cry. Michelle told her, "I'll get a hotel room and let you know where. He can pick me up and take me to a nice dinner, dancing if he wants, and we'll see what happens from there. No more promises than that."

Judy looked a little hopeful then, "Can we pay for your hotel room then?"

"No, this will be my birthday present to Jeremy." Judy told her thank you, and as she got up to leave, Michelle added, "I know we'll both have a wonderful time."

Michelle and I waited a few minutes after they left before we did. Judy's husband had already paid for Michelle's dinner. After we saw their car pull out of the lot, we left. Michelle said she didn't want Jeremy to see me.

Michelle told me a little more about them on our way home. Jeremy is an only child and was a surprise when he came along when Judy was forty-one. They'd given up having a baby years before and by then had decided they were too old to adopt. They suspected their age was partly why Jeremy was so shy with girls his own age, as he'd grown up among their older friends and didn't have much contact with people his own age. They also thought that was why Michelle might be perfect as a first date with him, since he could relate with her age a little more.

They were hoping that if he could gain a little confidence with her, then a relationship with a younger girl would be easier for him too. Michelle said he really seemed like a nice kid and she hoped they were right.

After we got home, Michelle called and made a reservation for two nights at the Sheraton, the same hotel she'd been to with her first extra-curricular lover, Mike. She'd had a honeymoon suite with a hot tub with him, but she was disappointed that all their hot tub rooms were already booked, so took the next best room, king bed with walk-in shower. She thought she might want to make use of a big shower. It cost two-hundred-thirty dollars a night, but she thought it'd be worth it. I suspected so too.

She already had another date for Saturday night, a paying customer, so needed the room for both nights.

Thursday, Michelle went all out to make herself look special for Friday night, kind of like she had before her first extra-curricular date with her old college boyfriend a couple years ago. She went to a spa, and had herself waxed, her finger and toe-nails done. She looked spectacular when I got home from work. When she'd done this before her date with Mike, we'd been abstaining from sex to make the weekend with him even hotter for her. This night, we didn't abstain. God, was she hot! Between being so soft and smooth and the thought of what might happen the next night with a young virgin, we had some of the best sex ever. I couldn't even imagine what Jeremy would think if their date went far enough for him to get into her pants.

The next morning before I went to work, Michelle showed me what she intended to wear with Jeremy. She held up a light blue silk blouse and white leather skirt that fell a good six inches or so above her knees. She said that young people especially like leather so she thought it'd be perfect. Her shoes were a pair of high heels that strapped around her ankle. Her welded-on anklet would slip down over the strap.

Then she showed me her lingerie; a dark blue, matching lace bra and thong panty set. I told her that I understood that when a girl wears a matching panty and bra set it meant she wanted to get laid. Then I commented, "It seems like you've been wearing a lot of matching sets lately."

She laughed and told me, "I guess that proves what they say about a matching set is true then doesn't it." We both laughed and I couldn't help but kiss her.

"I hope you won't mind, but I've decided what I want to wear if I take him back to my hotel." She held up her little silk nightie...the one from our wedding night. "It was your first time and this might be his first time, so I thought it'd be appropriate." A pang of jealousy went through my body. That was ours, just meant for the two of us. Of course to be honest, I'd let another woman wear it once for me so I didn't have much room to complain. "I think he'll like it, don't you?"

How else could I answer that, damn right he'd like it! It had little silk, transparent, bikini panties that would look and feel so good over her smooth, waxed pussy lips.

Michelle finished packing her bag. She packed another outfit for her 'paying' date Saturday night and I finished getting ready for work. I knew she had an appointment with her hair dresser later that morning. The one thing I hadn't thought about was that her Saturday night date would be getting all the sexy benefits of her preparation for Jeremy as well.

About four-thirty, Michelle called and let me know she was at her hotel. Jeremy was planning to pick her up about seven. She knew how badly I wanted to be there to follow her on her date with him, but it wasn't possible. We had made arrangements for later so I could at least listen in. Until then I just had to wait.



Michelle's New Profession Ch. 04 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle shows a shy young man the joys of dating.

This story is a direct continuation from Michelle's New Profession, Ch 3. My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing help. The story continues, with Michelle now telling the story:

Michelle

Robert asked me to write about my experience with Jeremy. I complained that I'd never done written anything like that before. He said he'd help, so here it is, I'll try to do this.

I called Robert, then started getting ready. I was disappointed that I couldn't get a room with a hot tub, but this one was certainly nice. It had a king size bed with a great view of the city skyline. First on my agenda was a long bubble-bath. The tub and shower were separate and I enjoyed my bath. My bath soap had a nice rose scent that I knew from previous experience men liked. I loved how soft and smooth my pussy was and I hoped the evening went well with Jeremy so that he could like it too.

I was careful to not get my hair wet as it'd been shampooed and styled before I left home. It kind of curled under, with a good share of it falling in front of my shoulders and curling under my chin. I thought it made me look younger. I spent a lot of time on my make-up, doing a full face, which include eye shadow, blush on my cheeks and applying my pink lipstick just right. When I was done, I thought it was just about perfect.

I couldn't help but giggle at what Robert had said about my panties and bra. If he only knew how right he was when he said he'd heard a woman wears matching underwear when she wants to get laid. I most definitely wanted to get laid that night, had been looking forward to it all week.

I heard a knock on my door just a few minutes after seven. Before I opened it, I checked myself one more time in the mirror and undid one more button on my blouse. I wanted a little dab of my bra to show if I leaned just right.

I didn't know what Jeremy had planned for the evening. I hoped his parents had left that up to him as well. When I opened the door, his eyes got pretty big and he took a step back like he didn't know what to do. Before he could start to get any more scared than he already was, I took his hand and kissed him on the cheek. I think when he saw the smile on my face he realized I really did want to go out with him.

He had a taxi waiting in the porte-cochere and we climbed in the back seat. He was a perfect gentleman and opened the door for me, letting me climb in first. I was careful to not let my skirt ride up too high because I didn't want to scare him too badly before our date even started.

I held Jeremy's hand, but we didn't talk too much in the taxi. He was trying to hide it, but I knew he was nervous from his sweaty palms. I tried to allay his nerves with a little peck on the cheek and told him we were going to have a great evening. He'd told the driver to take us to the Space Needle. The last time I'd been to the Space Needle was a couple years ago when I was there with Mike, my college fuck-buddy, after Robert had talked me into meeting with him again. That had turned out to be quite a weekend!

The restaurant slowly revolves all the way around, giving a view of the City skyline. I have to admit it did seen romantic. Perhaps our conversation was a little less so. Jeremy told me a lot about some of his theories in physics, mainly one where he said mathematics proved that nearly instantaneous space travel would eventually be possible. I tried to ask him some intelligent questions, but his intellect was so far beyond me that it was difficult. I guess I asked some of the right questions since it kept his interest in explaining things to me and answering my questions.

I told him a little about myself, that I was a legal assistant in a law firm and about some of our interesting cases that I felt I could discuss as long as I didn't mention any names or specifics. Jeremy seemed to enjoy my company and was comfortable with me, which had been my goal for dinner.

After dinner, Jeremy asked me what I'd like to do. I told him it was his birthday and he was twenty-one now so we could go to a club somewhere if he wanted. I told him I knew of several, most that my dates over the last month had taken me to. When we'd exited the elevator from the Space Needle and started out toward the street where we could find a taxi, we noticed carnival rides set up in the park. Jeremy got a big boyish grin on his face and asked me, "You want to?"

I hadn't been to a carnival in so long I didn't even remember it. I wasn't sure about it with my high heels, but I thought it'd be fun in spite of my shoes, and the grin on Jeremy's face was too irresistible. He took my hand and off we went. He bought both of us a bracelet so we could ride without having to worry about tickets.

We rode several of the rides, laughing and giggling the whole time. I never imagined it'd be so much fun at the carnival with a cute, young guy at my side. On the tilt-a-whirl, I made it a point to ride on the inside so I was squeezed into Jeremy at each of the turns.

Jeremy tried to win me a teddy bear throwing darts at balloons, but apparently isn't an expert dart thrower. After three dollar's worth of darts, he had broken a grand total of two balloons. Not quite enough for the bear I wanted.

We sat and shared an elephant ear, which I love. I remember having had one at the Pendleton Round-up Main Street show with Shaun last year, but it wasn't as good as this one. There was a carnival there, but Shaun and I never ventured down the street to it. Too bad, this was fun, I was feeling like a teenager at the carnival with her boyfriend.

I used to love the Ferris wheel so we rode it. When it stopped at the top to load more people, I was starting to feel a little randy, so I scooted over toward Jeremy and kissed him on the lips. He obviously hadn't kissed many, if any, girls before as he was surprised and stiff. I worked my lips on his and got him to loosen up, opening my mouth and brushing his lips with my tongue. He finally started to get the idea a little and relaxed, letting my tongue work his lips open and into his mouth. I wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling his lips tighter to mine, and felt his hands roaming up and down on my back. God, it felt erotic. I felt like I was in heaven.

I was really starting to get horny kissing Jeremy and took one of hands, putting it over my breast and squeezing it around me. I broke away from kissing him and whispered in his ear, "You can put it under my blouse if you want." Then I undid a couple buttons, guiding his hand through the opening over my bra. I was wishing then that I hadn't even worn a bra.

The more we kissed, the more Jeremy fondled my breast, the hornier I got. He was too from the bulge that had appeared in his pants and how he was getting into the kiss and kneading my boob.

Neither of even noticed that the Ferris wheel was moving again. I realized it when we were approaching the bottom where people would see what we were doing. I had to break away from him for just a moment until we were higher up again and we resumed our kiss. He never did take his hand out from under my blouse.

When the ride was over, I told Jeremy it was time to go back to my room. Now I was really horny. On our way, back to the hotel in the taxi I spent the half hour teaching Jeremy how to kiss a girl. He was really getting it by the time we got there. I tossed the driver a couple twenty dollar bills and pulled Jeremy up to my room. I know the cabbie probably got enough of a show to compensate the ride, but he still has bills to pay.

When we got upstairs, I grabbed my bag and went to the bathroom after telling Jeremy to strip. I was so nervous that my hands were shaking when I tried to text Robert. I haven't been that nervous before making love in forever, but this was such a unique circumstance. I did my best to calm myself so I could send him a text, "So hot! Changing into nightie now."

I stripped my clothes off and pulled the silk nightie over my head and the panties up. I looked in the mirror and was more than satisfied with what I saw: My nipples were hard and trying to poke a hole through the material; my tummy was nice and flat; when I lifted the hem just a few inches, my pussy lips were outlined under the thin panties. I was pretty sure that Jeremy would be happy with what he saw. Then I called Robert like we'd talked about. I wanted him to listen while I made love with Jeremy. When he answered, I didn't say anything, just hit the 'mute' on my phone with my jittery fingers.

I stepped back into the bedroom and set the phone down on the nightstand beside the bed. Jeremy was sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear, in his tighty-whiteys. I almost giggled but didn't want to spoil the mood. I definitely intended to take this boy undie shopping in the morning. I walked over to him and noticed his big, brown eyes looking at me standing in front of him. He looked up and down my body and got a look of lust on his face that made me shiver with anticipation. Jeremy's body was firm and thin. The tent in his tighty-whiteys looked like it might hold an army, obviously enough that this promised to be a VERY enjoyable night!

I asked him to stand up. When he did, I kissed him, pulling his arms around me. In the short while since that first kiss on top of the Ferris wheel, he'd certainly learned how to kiss. His lips were soft and pliant against mine, his tongue was invading my mouth, and his hands were busy caressing my back and sides. I felt his youthful skin as I pushed my hands down his sides to his undies, and pushed them off of him onto the floor.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I've done this before, why was I such a nervous wreck? Even before I asked myself the question, I knew the answer. I hadn't ever done this before. I've been with men in the last couple years, but this was so much different. I was going to be Jeremy's first and that fact was making this so much more erotic...and I wanted him more than I'd ever imagined possible!

I pushed Jeremy back on the bed and lay down beside him. I kissed him again and wrapped my hand around his cock. Oh God he felt big and hard. I squeezed him and Jeremy groaned. I whispered in his ear, "Jeremy, sweetheart, never be afraid to ask your girl what she wants."

Jeremy took my hint while I was squeezing him and asked me, "Okay, what do you want?"

"I want you to take my panties off and fuck me!"

I felt Jeremy's hands on my hips and lifted myself up a little to let him slide my panties down. I felt his hands shaking, as he was obviously as nervous and excited as I was. His hands sliding down my hips and legs felt more like an electric shock than just hands. While he was sliding them down, I lifted my nightie and slid it up above my boobs. When Jeremy returned from his task with my panties I felt his lips wrap around one of my boobs and gentle bite it. The sensations running through my body were so different than any other time. I know that the brain is the most important sex organ and right now my brain was on overdrive with the fact that Jeremy hadn't ever even kissed a girl before. Every new thing he did, I couldn't help but think he'd never done before and it multiplied my emotional state ten times more.

I didn't want to, but knew I had to. I knew it was safe between us, but there'd be other girls in his life and he had to know the rules. I'd put several condoms in the nightstand drawer and reached for one. My shaking fingers nearly couldn't do it, but I pushed him away from my boob long enough to roll it over his throbbing, hot penis.

Jeremy went right back to my other boob. I arched my chest up to him and pulled his head tighter to me. I have no idea what sounds I might have been making but I simply couldn't take it any longer. I moaned out to him, "Jeremy, please...fuck me!" I rolled him over on top of me, took hold of his stone hard, hot cock and guided it between my pussy lips. I was already soaking wet and felt every inch of his cock slipping into me. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the emotional impact of this shy young man's virgin cock being so deep inside me. This man/child who hadn't even kissed a girl before tonight was fucking deep inside me! Jeremy's body was shaking and he was uncontrollably groaning out garbled noises.

As soon as he entered me I felt his body go tense and it was obvious what was happening. He pulled out a little and rammed himself back into me only once before his body convulsed and his groan volume grew to levels that might get us kicked out of the hotel. Jeremy was grinding himself into me and my hands were around his butt scratching and dragging him as deep inside me as my muscles could pull. Jeremy's body was exploding inside me like a giant volcanic eruption. I was so, so close to my own release that I knew if I'd felt his hot sperm hitting the back of my cervix instead of inside the condom, I'd have exploded with him. As it was, when he'd finally finished and collapsed on top of me I was desperate for my own climax.

"Jeremy, that was incredible," I told him. Actually, it was still feeling incredible. He was still inside me and wasn't softening even the littlest bit. I'd come down slightly from my near orgasm, but knew that the slightest movement from him would bring it back just as fiercely. While we lay there, the next few minutes, my arms were tightly wrapped around Jeremy's back, he still didn't make a move to pull himself out of me. It felt so good laying with his body against mine and his cock simply resting inside me, keeping me on that beautiful edge of an orgasm with that wonderful, full feeling.

I turned my head slightly and started kissing him again and couldn't resist moving my hips and spreading my legs a little farther apart for him. When I finally realized this young man's cock wasn't going to soften I couldn't help but smile to myself. I still desperately needed to be fucked. I told Jeremy he needed to throw away the condom. When he pulled himself out of me I nearly wanted to scream, "NO!" but knew I had plans for when he got back. I pulled another condom out of the drawer, glad I'd gotten several.

When Jeremy climbed back on the bed with me, I told him I wanted to try something different. This time we were a little calmer than the first time and I showed him how to put it on himself. "Girls love doing this." I told him, as I massaged and caressed his cock, slowly rolling it up onto him. When he was ready, I pulled my nightgown off over my head and rolled over onto my knees and elbows, spreading my knees apart. I told Jeremy, "Get behind me." When he was in position, I reached through my legs to his cock and directed it into my pussy. "Now, Jeremy, push." We both groaned when he filled me from that position.

This time Jeremy was able to truly fuck me. It had only been a few minutes since that first time, but he had never softened even the littlest bit. He'd gotten the idea of what to do and was thrilling me beyond words to describe. He was plunging in and out of me like he'd done it dozens of times instead of his first night. His hands were gripping and scratching at my hips, pulling me back into him with each thrust. I was gripping the bedding and rocking back and forth with him, nearly losing my mind from the sheer ecstasy. My orgasm was crashing in on me when I heard Jeremy behind me, "Oh God, Amber, this is incredible!"

I couldn't help myself when I mumbled in response, "Michelle, my real name is Michelle."

Jeremy didn't respond, he was too far gone. I didn't even know if he'd heard me, but telling him my real name released something inside me and my orgasm hit like it never had before. I have no idea what kind of noises either Jeremy or I may have made but I remember crying from the enormity of my climax. That was the first time I'd ever actually cried while having sex. I wanted it to go on forever and for a while it seemed that it would. I clawed and muffled my mouth on the bedding, thinking that I might die any second. If I had, it would have been the sweetest death in world history!

When Jeremy and I both collapsed, him still on top of me, my entire body was soaked in sweat. I'd never imagined what it could be like making love...no, fucking with a virgin. Jeremy wasn't the boy I'd gone out with earlier in the evening, he was a man that had more than fulfilled the dreams of his woman! Even then, I could still feel him hard inside me. It took several minutes, maybe ten minutes or more for our breathing and heartrate to finally calm. He finally slid out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that I wanted filled up again. I wanted to fuck him again!

Jeremy threw away the second condom and this time we both slid under the covers together, still naked. "Jeremy, that was the most incredible fuck I've ever had," I told him. I'd completely forgotten about the phone and open phone line I thought I had with my husband. "You're going to make some girl happier than she has any right to be."

Jeremy snuggled up to me and said, "Amber, I love you."

"No you don't Jeremy. You'll learn...there's a difference between love and lust. I know you like me, but it's my body you're in love with, that's called lust. You'll find a girl your age, fall in love and make her the happiest young woman ever, but it can't be me." Then I went on, "Did you hear what I said a little bit ago?"

He looked up at me quizzically, "What?"

"My name, I told you my real name is Michelle, not Amber. It's a made up name. I want you to call me Michelle. Okay?"

"Mmm, Michelle, I like that."

We lay in bed quietly, our faces an inch or so apart until I heard Jeremy's breathing change and he was asleep. It was only then that I remembered the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. I hoped Robert had heard everything and enjoyed it. Although I knew, this time he couldn't have as much as I had.

I woke up with lips sucking on my boobs and felt it all down my body and especially inside my pussy. I had no idea how long we'd slept and it was still completely dark in the room. In my haze, I wasn't even sure where I was or who I was with, only what an incredible feeling those lips were. I intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling him tighter to suck more of my breast into his mouth. This was so incredibly arousing in my half-asleep mind, but I kept telling myself that I had to wake up.

I finally realized it was Jeremy and remembered the incredible night before. I took one of his hands leading it down between my legs., holding his hand over my pussy. He got the idea I was trying to put into his head and started rubbing his fingers between my pussy lips. His fingers inside me felt so good, but it wasn't enough.

I was finally fully awake and reached for another condom off the nightstand. My fingers were shaking when I rolled It down his rock-solid cock. Once I had it on him, I rolled over on top, straddling him and lowered myself slowly until he was fully engulfed inside me. I closed my eyes, rocked over him gently and moaned. He felt so damn good way down inside me! I sat on him and pulled his mouth back up to my breast. Between his sucking and his cock buried inside me, it felt like my whole soul was inflamed. It took all my willpower to sit there grinding my pelvis onto him. Jeremy's hands were behind my back pulling my whole breast into his mouth, switching from one to the other.

There came a point that I couldn't do it any longer. I pushed him back down on the bed and started fucking him. I'd pull nearly off and drop back over him. We were both in such a state of arousal that, even though we'd already made love twice the night before, it was only a minute or so until Jeremy orgasmed inside me. I desperately wanted to feel the spurts of his hot cum, but I did feel him grow inside me and his muscle spasms making me come as well.

When both our bodies had finished shuddering, I fell down on his chest, my lips to his. My mouth was dry but just a few seconds of Jeremy's tongue probing mine seemed to resolve that. We rolled over to our sides and kissed until I began to wonder what time it was. I switched on the light on the nightstand and was shocked that it was nearly nine-O'clock in the morning!

I had several things to do that day, so rolled out of bed and told Jeremy I was going to shower. After showering and drying off, I paraded into the bedroom still naked. Jeremy's eyes couldn't get enough of me which thrilled me. He didn't have to say any words, his eyes looking me up and down and the expression on his face said it all. I told him he'd better shower too, that he'd had a hot, sweaty night.

I watched his backside as he strolled toward the bathroom. He had a nice, firm but small butt and not an ounce of fat anywhere. He was a very nice looking young man!

I dressed while he was in the shower, a simple pair of slacks and a loose fitting blouse. I remembered from the night before that I wanted to take him shopping. When I heard the shower go off, I waited a couple minutes, then opened the bathroom door. Jeremy was standing there stark naked, looking a little embarrassed. I went in, wrapped my arms around his neck so that my lips were about an inch from his and told him, "I bet no girl has ever told you that you have a beautiful body."

He got a grin on his face and said, "No, I think you'd probably be the first."

"Well, you do and I love it. Thank you so much for last night and this morning!" Then I kissed him very briefly and left him alone to get dressed.

After breakfast, I drove Jeremy to Nordstrom's and took him shopping for underwear. He was a bit embarrassed, but I convinced him that girls liked nice underwear on their guys as much as guys do on girls. I bought him a couple pair of silk undies and several nice boxers, telling him it was my birthday present to him.

Jeremy had taken a taxi to the hotel the night before because of not having anywhere to park so I took him back to his house and dropped him off, giving him a last kiss and thanking him for a wonderful time again.

Robert

I'd been a nervous wreck all evening waiting to hear from Michelle. When I finally got her text, I knew it was actually going to happen. She was going to indoctrinate Jeremy to the joys of sex and I was excited. My cock was at full mast waiting for her to call. We'd made sure she knew how to call me and mute the phone so she could set it down next to the bed and I could listen.

The call came. I heard Michelle breathing hard and knew she was excited. Then she muted it and I heard nothing. I listened and was almost in a panic. In her excitement, she'd done something wrong and muted it so I couldn't listen! I felt like throwing the damn phone across the room, maybe pounding it with a hammer! There wasn't a damn thing I could do. My wife was in a hotel room seducing a twenty-one year old virgin, expecting me to be listening, and I was helpless!

I sat through the next couple hours in total frustration! I had to wait until she got home to tell me about her date with Jeremy, knowing it wouldn't be even close to actually listening to it. Then she thought it'd be fun to write it for my story. That was at least something... a lot more than I expected, since she'd always shrugged off my requests for her to write something before. I asked her about her Saturday night date and she just said that she'd tell me about it later.



Michelle's New Profession Ch. 05 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle and I receive another shock about our future.

This story is a direct continuation from Michelle's New Profession, Ch 4. My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing assistance.

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Have you ever had a single, innocuous sentence spoken that forever changed your life? I spoke such a sentence two years ago when I asked Michelle, "Honey would you mind reading this?"

I'm referring to that New Year's Day a little over two years ago when my first story on Lush, 'The Night I Shared my Wife' had just been published. Michelle's revelations to me from that night changed our lives in ways neither of us could ever have imagined.

We went from a very happy, monogamous couple, except for that one unintended venture, into Michelle and me having several extended affairs; falling in love, even Michelle working in a strip club. Ultimately, it led to Michelle telling me her ultimate fantasy - to be a prostitute; a very high-class escort offering her sexual services to men for exorbitant sums of money.

Unknown to me, there was about to be another equally, if not, even more, life changing few words, this time originating from Michelle. On May 10th, Michelle was in her den, working on her computer. I was watching 'The Kelly File,' on Fox News. Unbeknownst to me, Michelle was reading her escort service e-mails. I heard a little gasp from the other room, which caught my interest.

A few seconds later I heard the fateful sentence from my wife, "Honey, there's something here you need to read." She spoke eight words, eight words that had the potential to upend our lives as never before, the result of which we still haven't felt the full impact.

I lowered my comfy recliner and nonchalantly walked into her den, totally oblivious to the coming upheaval. When I entered her den, she simply pointed to her computer monitor and told me, "You need to read that."

She let me sit in her chair to read it. It was an e-mail from one of her clients, Brett McKenzie. As I read it, I understood why she wanted me sitting. "Amber, (Michelle was using her stripper stage name, Amber, as her escort name.) I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your company Saturday night. You're a beautiful woman and was a wonderful companion. I'd love to spend more time with you. I'd like you to consider a proposal I have; accompanying me on a twenty-eight day Caribbean cruise. If you're interested, I'll compensate you at least $75,000. Plus, I'm sure You'd be tipped very generously."

My eyes glazed over at that point, uncomprehending exactly what this man was asking and what he was offering. I looked at my wife whose face was equally bewildered as mine. I reread it again. It said the same thing the second time I read it as it had the first.

This man wanted to purchase the services of my wife for an entire month, at an exorbitant sum of money! I looked at the figure again, seventy... five... thousand... dollars! Plus, probably a lot more! I looked at the duration again; twenty-eight days on an obviously romantic cruise ship.

There was no way I could let her do something like that for a whole month. It'd been torture when she went with Shaun for two weeks last December. I looked at my wife questioningly to see what her reaction was.

The first thing she said was, "I see that someone kind of likes the idea." My cock had formed a significant tent in my shorts. I wouldn't have admitted it to her, but the idea certainly had an erotic appeal to me. What little was left of my rational brain was saying, 'No way in hell.' My cock seemed to be saying, 'Hell yeah!'

There was more to the e-mail. He mentioned that he understood for that kind of an undertaking, she'd need to know more about him. He gave her a list of four female names and phone numbers to call for a personal reference. I looked back at Michelle, expecting to see a firm denial on her face.

I was more than shocked that she seemed to be waiting for me to say something before she committed one way or the other. I asked her, "You wouldn't seriously be considering it, would you?"

She looked down a moment, then back at my face, "It's so much money! Do you know what we could do with that? And it's only one month!"

She was considering it. And I think she actually wanted to do it! I closed my eyes a moment and let out a long sigh. "What do you know about this guy? What did you do that left him that enamored with you?"

"He's the one I told you I'd tell you about later. Remember I said that I wouldn't go back to a man's hotel? Well, I broke that rule with him. We'd been to dinner, then sightseeing in his BMW. He was so nice." Then she added under her breath, "And sexy." She went on, "He told me about the great view from his room. I felt like I could trust him, so I went with him. His room made mine at the Sheraton seem like a third-rate hotel. We kissed, he undressed me and we made love."

At that point, Michelle got kind of a dreamy look on her face. "I can tell you he's an incredible lover! He made me come over and over again. I intended to leave after a couple hours, but I couldn't, he was just too good. I ended up spending the night with him, and we made love more during the night."

Her face wrinkled up in a little smile and I knew there was something more she wanted to say. "I guess there's this one thing with him, he's such a confident guy and that's so sexy to me. I think I almost fell in love with him from that one night."

'Hmm, I guess that means that nervous willie over here must not be so sexy.' She knows I've always been scared to death around girls. I guess that'd make someone the opposite of me seem really sexy to Michelle.

"How old is he? Good looking?" I asked.

"He's probably in his mid-forties. Yeah, he's handsome, and yes I enjoyed him - a lot. He's the kind of guy I imagined and hoped to have as a client. Oh, one more little thing. Yes, he knows I'm married... and he gave me five-thousand dollars for the night."

My jaw dropped open. He'd more than tripled her fee! Michelle had started her escort service for two reasons: She wanted to make money, and she loves sex. Obviously, she'd accomplish both if she accepted his offer.

Michelle and I have always talked about a cruise, one of those things we never thought we'd be able to afford. I could tell by her demeanor that she wanted to tell the guy yes. I suggested we think about it for another day or two before she answered him. In all honesty, I wanted her to do it as well. I knew how hot it would be for me, hearing her daily reports, getting pictures, imagining the sexual fun she was having.

We didn't even bother checking more of her e-mails after that. Michelle and I went to bed, made love (more like fucked each other silly), and both of us had an explosive orgasm. It seemed obvious to me from both our reactions to his proposal what her answer was likely going to be.

The next morning, I told her I'd call some of the numbers he gave her. He gave her four names. I picked the third down on the list, Kristen Stone, and dialed the number.

It rang a couple times and a woman answered, "Stone Enterprises, may I help you?" Wow, I was impressed. This woman owns her own company.

"May I speak with Kristen Stone please?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"It's personal, I'd like to tell her directly." I was a little afraid what I'd said might have offended her, so she wouldn't put me through.

I figured my name wouldn't have meant anything to Ms. Stone anyway, and I was embarrassed enough, without telling the receptionist why I was calling.

I heard a couple clicks, then, "This is Kristen, may I help you?"

I was momentarily speechless. I should have rehearsed what I was going to say instead of just calling.

I finally managed to blurt out, "I'm calling for a young lady named Amber about a Brett McKenzie."

I was relieved when she seemed to understand why I was calling, "Ah yes, Brett told me you might be calling. What would you like me to tell you?"

"Well, he said you could tell her a little about him. He wants to take her on a vacation and she wants to be sure it'd be safe."

"You can tell her that yes, absolutely she'll be safe with Brett. I've known him for several years and he's a wonderful man." She paused a little bit.

I didn't know exactly what else to ask when she went on, "Are you her husband?"

I was actually embarrassed and didn't want to admit that I was, so I told her, "No, just a close friend. More like her protector. Her husband is a little too emotionally involved to make this call."

"I understand why he'd be a little emotional about sending his wife on a trip like that with Brett. I'd suggest you warn him. Brett's a great guy, but he gets what he wants. And what he wants most of all is Amber. He called me about her Sunday, and has been so excited he hasn't quit talking about her. He told me about asking her on this trip and can't wait to hear from her."

Kristen continues, "He's been out with several women since his wife died two years ago, but he's never found anyone like Amber. Tell him that he wants her. He told me that he wants her more than he's ever wanted another woman. He'll reel her in until she's so in love she won't be able to leave him."

'Oh God! That's not what I wanted to hear. Or was it? I've always said that I want her to be into the guy she's with. Why should this be different? She told me how good he is, and that she fell in love with him from a single night. What would it be like for her to be with him a whole month?' I thought to myself.

I knew she'd always come home to me. So what if he's a rich, good-looking, charming, incredible lover who always gets what he wants and she's already in love with him? She's mine and always will be. My immediate thought was that I'd warn Michelle what Kristen said so she'd be prepared for anything and be ready to resist him. Kristen had paused a little bit, waiting for me to respond.

When I didn't, she said it again, "I can't warn him enough. When Brett's mind is made up, he gets his way... always!"

Even with her warning and what Michelle told me about him, I was confident in my wife. I was curious about a few more things about Brett, so I asked Kristen, "If it's not too personal a question, may I ask what your relationship is with him?" I wanted to know just how well she knew this guy.

She answered, "Brett suggested you call me, so I'll tell you anything you want to know. Our company makes injection moldings. We make everything from plastic toys to the dashboard of your car. We wanted to open a factory in Chicago three years ago, and Brett was recommended as an excellent developer. He helped us find the property for that factory and three more since. During all that, we became good friends and after about a year we were lovers. Nothing ever took off between us, but we still enjoy each other as friends."

I thanked her for the information and we ended our conversation. I sat staring at the phone, thinking of her words, "He gets what he wants and what he wants is Amber."

I sighed and looked up Stone Enterprises in Chicago on Google. There were several companies with that name, but only one in Chicago. I clicked on it, opening their website and read exactly what Kristen Stone had told me about the company. She was listed as the CEO and the listed number was the same as I'd just called. I'd thought of the possibility that Brett had given me a phony reference, but she certainly sounded legitimate and Google confirmed it. Mr. McKenzie was obviously the person she'd described, and it fit with what Michelle had told me about him.

I thought about what Kristen had told me about him. I realized that what got me excited most about Michelle's affairs was a combination of the jealousy, eroticism of her with another man and even the fear that accompanied it. With Shaun, after this long, I'd lost the uncertainty of her leaving me for him. Was I confident that Michelle could spend a month with this guy and still come home to me? Yeah, but did I know that beyond any doubt? I thought so, but I knew the nagging question would be in my mind. I decided that if she did go through with it, I wasn't going to say anything to her about his ultimate intention. I wanted her to spend an exotic, erotic month with him without being distracted by being on guard against her own emotions.

What was it inside of me that wanted to gamble my marriage and my wife for a thrill, over and over again? Did I want to lose her? Does a drug addict want to be addicted to the drug? The fear is part of the addiction for me. My wife having sex with another man is just a part of it, it's the fear that makes the excitement so much more acute. I like it that much more when Michelle is consumed with another man she's having an affair with. Maybe it's proving my manhood over and over again when she always comes home to me over another lover.

That evening, I told Michelle what I'd learned about Brett McKenzie. I told her what I found out about how enamored he was with her but not that he wanted to take her and keep her. I suspected the possibility was real that I'd regret it but that little nagging doubt made it that much more enticing to me.

I told Michelle that this decision was totally up to her, that I'd be able to manage without her for twenty-eight days. In truth, I wasn't at all sure I could. I was already horny thinking about it and had absolutely no clue how I'd survive that long. I figured the only thing that'd get me through would be her keeping in touch with me through the whole time. I'd want to hear how he romanced her, how he ravaged her body making love with her, hopefully with pictures and videos like she'd sent me from Las Vegas with Shaun.

Michelle opened his e-mail again, and we both read it one more time to be sure we hadn't misunderstood anything. She typed a brief reply, "Yes, I'm interested."

Before she hit send, she turned to me and said, "You do know that if I do this, it'll be all the way. I won't hold back with him. I'll be the most loving, sexy woman he's ever had. He'll think I'm totally in love with him. That'll be an act but I know the sex won't. I'm going to love every second of fucking his brains out over and over again."

Then she told me, "It's your choice, you either hit 'send' or 'delete.'" I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for just a moment trying to comprehend what we were doing, opened them and clicked on 'send'.

His reply was almost immediate. Less than five minutes later, we got another e-mail from him, "Wonderful! I'm thrilled! I'll have my attorney draw up a contract tomorrow. Would you be interested in some pre-conditions for significant additional compensation?"

Michelle and I looked at that, wondering what he meant. She asked me if I had any ideas from my conversation with Kristen, but I told her she hadn't said anything about that. I wondered if it had anything to do with Kristen's comment, "He'll reel her in."

We both agreed, why not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. When we find out what he means, we can always say no. Once again, though, we discovered that the devil could be in the details, and once you open the box, 'no' isn't always that simple.

The second night in a row, our sex was hotter than hell! Michelle's pussy was so damned wet and slippery when I plunged into her from behind while she was on her hands and knees. The idea of spending so much time with one Brett McKenzie had obviously turned my wife into a sex starved minx! My thoughts about him in exactly the position I was in with her, night after night, hadn't done any damage to my libido either.

Michelle pushed herself back, with my cock as deeply into her as I could, when she came, muttering, "Ahh Brett!" then some unintelligible garble when she squeezed the cum out of my cock.

After our sweat-laden bodies had recovered enough to talk, I suggested to her, "You act like you think."

There's a three-hour time difference between the west coast and Chicago. When we got up at seven the next morning, Brett's proposed contract was already in Michelle's in-box. Just the fact that there was going to be a contractual agreement was somewhat of a relief to me. It was one more reminder that this was more of a professional agreement than personal. That is, it was a relief until we read the contract!

The first part was relatively straightforward, lots of legalese and the agreement that she'd accompany him aboard the cruise ship Seven Seas Mariner, along with miscellaneous shore stops, for approximately thirty days. It clarified that Amber could abort the cruise at any time and the $75,000 fee would be pro-rated with no additional compensation, but if she completed the trip she would receive an additional fee of $25,000 minimum.

It was the second part of the contract that made us sit up and question our sanity in agreeing to the cruise at all. It was a fairly long list of pre-cruise conditions he was asking her to fulfill and if she did, she'd receive an additional $25,000, which she could keep in full as long as she departed on the ship.

Our first thought was, 'Wow, this guy must have an unlimited money supply.'

Then we read through his requests: For thirty days prior to her flight, she wasn't to allow her husband or any other man to have sex with her or touch or kiss her, intimately; she wasn't permitted to allow herself to orgasm. She wasn't permitted to wear any panties or bra during the entire thirty days except a silk thong if physically necessary; she was to wear silk or satin to bed, and always new, never the same one twice. Naked is acceptable.

It said for her to save all the receipts for new nightgowns and she'd be reimbursed; she was to take nothing with her to the cruise, except a purse, no jewelry except her ankle bracelet, clothing would be provided; she'd be sent tickets to fly to Miami five days prior to the cruise; and perhaps the most odious request of all, leave her cell phone at the hotel upon check-in to be returned to her after the cruise. She could have no contact with her husband or other family members after checking in at the hotel, except in the case of an emergency.

There were a few other fairly non-consequential things, he didn't want her to cut her hair, but keep her pussy smooth.

"I liked that," he said. His list ended with the disclaimer, "I realize I cannot monitor your pre-trip actions. However, if you agree, I trust you will honor your commitment."

Michelle and I read and re-read that list.

Both of us started talking at once, "There's no way, we can't do that. Call the whole thing off!"

Michelle asked me why he'd want all that? I told her, "It's obvious, honey, he wants you horny, almost maniacally (yes, I actually did use that word) craving sex when you get there."

"But what's the deal with the cell phone? Why can't I have my phone?" She asked.

I was thinking like a man going out with another man's woman, "He wants you to himself. He doesn't want to share you for even a moment, a phone call or text to your husband would be like a betrayal to him."

I also remembered what Kristen had said about "reeling her in". He wanted to make her totally dependent on him for any emotional support to seduce her away from her husband permanently. I thought to myself that, allowing her to do this, especially with those conditions, would be the ultimate, unconditional trust in my wife.

Michelle's reaction to the second part was immediate and firm. "Well, the answer is no, we're not going to agree to the second part."

I picked up the copy we'd printed, crossed out 'twenty-five' and wrote in 'fifty' and asked her again, "Can we endure a little discomfort for another month for fifty thousand dollars?"

Michelle was already in the business of selling her body and the sums for this trip were staggering. Even without any additional tips, she was looking at making a hundred-fifty thousand dollars in two months! That's three years at the attorney firm!

She took the contract from me and asked, "Are you certain? You know if we agree, we'll keep our word like he says. Can we sleep together that way, how he wants, for an entire month?"

We did it once before for three weeks, but not with all the conditions attached. I knew it'd be harder than the other time, probably by a factor of ten. But one month for fifty thousand dollars! I nodded affirmatively. Michelle signed her name under the first part. Then, she looked into my eyes for a moment, back to the contract, initialed the change in fee and signed part two. In the signature lines, she'd crossed out 'Amber' and used her full real name in order to make the document legally binding. After she signed it, she told me that a man wanting her that badly made her panties soaked, especially this guy! I reminded her that very shortly, she wouldn't be able to wear any panties to be soaked.

I still didn't want to tell Michelle what I knew was his ultimate plan for her. I wanted her to enjoy this trip without guarding against her emotions the entire time, and I trusted her. Besides that, I had to admit to myself that I got off on the danger, the threat he posed. But still, the idea that she could spend an entire month with this guy, in a romantic setting, flirting with him, seducing each other, making love with him, that she'd be totally his woman that he'd be trying to win over the full time, that the danger made it even hotter to me.

It was going to be like the biggest aphrodisiac in the history of human evolution! I'd come to realize that there was very little danger to our marriage from other men, even from Shaun. With that loss of danger, part of the thrill of her being with them had dissipated. Not so with Brett, the danger and the thrill would be back in full force, far more so than ever before. My insides were already twisting into knots with jealousy and arousal!

Michelle craved the kind of attention she'd receive on that cruise. She'd be sexy and the object of his and other men's lust. He'd fuck her; make slow, sexy love with her; pamper her; show her what his wealth can buy her; maybe even let her flirt and play with other men. She wanted new sex, unexpected and raw, with a new guy that I knew she'd fall for completely. Heck, she already had, in a single night! On this cruise, he'd be able to give her all of that and more. I knew that this would be another reminder to Michelle how far beneath her she'd actually married. The fact that she knew that and continued to come back to me was such an incredible on-going boost to my ego.

Would there ever come a time when I was ready to ask her to stop seeing other men? Maybe, when we're old and gray-haired, but certainly not in the foreseeable future.

Brett's email with the fully signed contract attached, was in Michelle's inbox Monday morning when we got out of bed. The man was obviously eager! His e-mail said that her flight to Miami would be June 19th. We checked the calendar and our last day to make love would be less than a week away, this coming Friday, May 20th.

When Michelle realized it was the last day, her face turned almost white. She looked up at me, and it was obvious something was seriously distressing her.

I had no idea what it might be until she finally spoke, so softly I could barely hear her, "I have a date that night."

I didn't think that would be such a problem, "Email him and tell him you had an emergency and have to cancel it."

She was nearly crying, "I can't. It's with Jeremy, his end of semester dorm dance. He's never gone to one before and he asked me to be his date that night."

Now I was starting to get a sick feeling in my stomach. I knew I desperately needed my wife that last night.

Michelle was crying, "Honey, please try to understand. I can't cancel it with Jeremy and he can't change the night."

I held her, feeling her tears on my cheeks. "Sweetheart, it's okay. We'll make up for it Thursday night. One more night won't make that much difference."

Michelle held me for a bit longer, wiping the tears from her cheeks before backing away and smiling up at me, "You're sure?"

Actually, I wasn't sure of anything, but what other choice did I have? I wasn't going to force her to break a date with Jeremy. If it had been anyone else I knew she would have without my even asking, but we both understood how Jeremy needed her that night and I wasn't going to selfishly spoil his first dance for one more night of love-making with my wife.

That night, Michelle and I spent a good share of the night making love. It was slow and sensual, the kind of love-making we used to do a lot, with lots of deep kissing and body caressing. By the time Michelle lay on her back with her legs spread apart and wrapped around me pulling me deeper inside her, we were both so incredibly turned on that it was simply fantastic. Even then we maintained our slow pace letting our passion build and kissed while we made love. When Michelle's body started convulsing and her pussy clamped down on me I couldn't hold my orgasm off any longer either. I held her lips in mine and we both climaxed together.

Afterward, we lay in each other's arms fully satisfied and happy until we went to sleep.

I still had to work for a living, but had a hard time doing anything but think about my wife all day. I couldn't imagine what it was going to be like living with her for a month and not being able to make love or even kiss her. 'Thank God,' I thought, 'that we still had the rest of the week at least.' I thought about making love with her every night until Friday but then thought that maybe it'd be more fun to wait until Thursday night and make our last intimate night together extra special.

Neither of us had ever been out of the country before, so didn't have any need for a passport. That day, Michelle checked and found she'd need one to visit the Caribbean Islands, so she started the process. She had a passport photo taken at Costco, then filled out and submitted all the paperwork, along with her citizenship documentation for an expedited passport at the post office. They were optimistic that the nearly five weeks would be adequate time to obtain it.

Tuesday night, after I got home from work, I asked Michelle what she was going to wear on her date with Jeremy. She said she'd been thinking about that. It was with a lot of young people, so she wanted to look a little younger.

"I think my Christmas dress would be good." She said.

Mmm, so did I. It's an Indian beadwork, turquoise leather dress that comes to about her mid-thigh. It's very form-flattering, sexy and does make her look younger. She'd only worn it a couple times since I gave it to her as a Christmas present. I'd also given her some turquoise earrings and necklace, along with matching moccasins and it looks spectacular on her! In the vernacular of a college group, she'd be hot as hell!

I looked at my beautiful wife and couldn't imagine how I was going to survive a month with her gone!

I told her she'd be beautiful and I was sure Jeremy would love it.

"I think I'll find some matching lingerie too." She told me. That's one thing she'd never gotten, turquoise underthings to wear with it.

I couldn't help but ask her, "Are you planning on Jeremy seeing your lingerie?"

She giggled a little bit, "No, it's a dance in a dormitory. I don't think there'll be much opportunity to do anything more than dance and kiss."

'Ah,' I thought, "But afterward?"

"Honey, you're going to be home on our last night. If you're home abstaining, I think I can do the same. I'll go back to my hotel alone."

I tried not to smirk. 'Fat chance of that happening,' I thought. This would be a good time to mention what I'd thought about earlier.

"Honey, speaking of abstaining, I want to wait until Thursday night to make our last time even more special."

"From now? Are you sure you want to do that?"

"It'll only be tonight and tomorrow. I can survive that long to make our last night better." At least I hoped I could survive, but I was sure the reward would be worth the wait. She reluctantly agreed.

Our plan was working fine. That night and Wednesday night we snuggled and kissed a lot but didn't go any further. We went out to a good dinner Wednesday before going to bed, looking forward to lots of making out. Both of us were looking forward to Thursday night when we'd spend the night making love. Unfortunately, that morning I woke up hearing strange noises in the bathroom. I checked and found Michelle throwing up into the toilet bowl. The poor girl was white as a ghost and puking her heart out.

I found a rag and dampened it with cold water to wipe her face, and checked her forehead to see if she felt like she had a fever, which she didn't. I got a bowl from the kitchen for her and when I was back in the bedroom she'd climbed back into bed. She said she felt a little better, but a short time later she was throwing up again.

I wanted to stay home with her, but she said she'd be fine alone, and convinced me to go to work. She said she'd call me if she needed me to come home. Unfortunately, I had a couple of pretty important meetings scheduled with architects on some upcoming projects, so really did need to go to work. I was in meetings most of the day but wanted to call and check on her during breaks. I didn't want to wake her if she was sleeping though.

I did manage to get out of the office and go home a couple of hours early. When I got home, Michelle was sleeping, so I didn't bother her. She woke up about seven and said she was feeling better but was really weak. She said her tummy was better, but still not good. I asked if she had any idea what hit her and she thought maybe it'd been something she ate the night before. We didn't think it was the stomach flu since she hadn't had any fever.

She went back to bed a couple hours later and thankfully managed to get quite a bit of sleep during the night. Unfortunately, our plan for a night of love-making had definitely been dashed. I suspected she'd likely have to call Jeremy on Friday and tell him that she'd been sick. Thankfully, she said she was feeling a lot better in the morning.

She called me about eleven and asked about meeting me for lunch. That would be the first she'd managed to eat since Wednesday night. We went to Shari's and Michelle managed to eat a good-sized salad. She said she thought she was over whatever it had been making her sick and still planned to go to Seattle for her date with Jeremy. It's about a three-hour drive, so she felt she had plenty of time to pack and make the trip. I tried to talk her out of it, but like before, she said she felt fine now and couldn't disappoint Jeremy.

I was dismayed because that meant we wouldn't have another chance to make love until she got home from her cruise with Brett. I thought about going home with her but didn't want our last time to be an afternoon quickie. We had a wonderful night on Monday and I'd almost rather that was our last time. My plan to abstain Tuesday and Wednesday nights had definitely backfired on us.

Michelle kissed me goodbye after lunch and said she'd call when she got to her hotel. She said she'd made a reservation at the Marriott about a mile from the University.

When Michelle came home from two weeks in Las Vegas with Shaun, I really hadn't intended on writing any more of our on-going life's story. But with all the new developments since then, I decided our on-going story needed to be written. After I got home that evening, I sat down and finally started writing again. Besides, I had that piece Michelle had written about her first night with Jeremy that I wanted to see published.