The Proposition

My cell phone was ringing and slowly I realized that it wasn’t a dream. “All right, all right. I’m coming!”
 
I rolled slowly over and put my feet on the floor. I was still wearing my heels and I had fallen asleep in last night’s clothes, a pair of tiny denim cut-offs and a t-shirt. After the wild swinging session last night at the Henderson’s, my body ached. Although I was insatiable, my body still had its limits.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is that Julie? This is Steve from Patterson and Co.”

I still felt groggy from last night but I wasn’t stupid. Something was up. “Why was my husband calling me Julie,” I wondered.

He continued the conversation with this “Julie” person. Finally, I understood.

Someone must have been sitting next to him and for some reason my husband didn’t want the man to know he was talking to his wife.

Steve continued, “Julie, I’ve got a VIP client in from out of town, and I was wondering if you’d be available tonight to help him relax. You know, show him a good time. We’ll pay your usual rate.”

“Hon, What are you up to.”

Ignoring my confusion, he continued. “7.30pm?... Sounds great. We’ve arranged a business dinner first then we’re going to the Oxbridge Hotel for drinks. Can you meet us there?”

“So you want me to meet you at the Oxbridge?”

“Yes, perfect. Oh, and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this but dress to impress, Andre is a very important client.”

“Hon,” I asked, still not entirely sure what he was asking me to do. “Just to be clear, you want me to meet you but not let on that we’re married?”

“Yes. You’re smart and sexy and that’s why you’re my personal favorite.”

“So, we’re playing a game?” I enquired.

“If that’s how you want to play it. You’re up for it, right? I can find another girl if you’re already booked.”

“No, I got it. You know I’ve had this fantasy for a while.”

“You sure have. I believe we’ve discussed this before. Then it’s a date, right? 7.30 pm tonight at the Oxbridge. I can count on you?”

“7.30 pm it is.” I hung up and finally understood exactly what my husband was up to. He was fixing me up with Andre, but not as his wife. Tonight I was going to be an escort, a woman who fucked for money!

“How hot!” I thought. I enjoyed sex and was willing to do anything. I could easily be paid for doing what I liked.

Steve and I had an open marriage and there were many times I’d fucked or sucked the cock of a strange man in a club as my husband stood by and watched, or in the rear seat of our car while he drove, and me in the rear view mirror.

We were a great match. I loved to show off, and he loved to watch me do it. My biggest turn on was sucking a man’s cock while my husband feed the cock into my mouth. Sometime he would piston it harder and faster into my hungry mouth, knowing that the cock was about to explode hot sticky cum into my belly.

It was a real turn on for Steve watching men touch me; watch their hard cocks as they spread open my pussy lips and pistoned deep inside my hot wet pussy. But this was somehow different. This time he arranged for me to fuck one of his clients and for money.