My Wife, The Escort 4 (My Wife, The Escort Season 1)

by Victoria Kasari

  by Victoria Kasari

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  © Copyright Victoria Kasari 2015

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  This book is entirely a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, events, companies, organizations or products is purely coincidental.

  Cover characters are models. Images licensed from (and copyright remains with) the photographers/owners as follows: background - Volokhatiuk / Depositphotos, lipstick mark - Belchonock / Depositphotos, couple - Periodimages.com

  This book contains explicit material and is for adults only. All characters portrayed are intended to be over 18 years of age, even where not explicitly stated.

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  I listened as my wife washed the traces of her last lover from her—the touch of his hands in her hair, the fingermarks he’d left on her breasts, the shining lube he’d used to penetrate her ass with fingers and cock. Cleaning herself of him, but not for me. For her next client.

  She was going back out there. She was going to have another man in the same night.

  Are we going too far? This felt like it was getting out of control. Were we taking too many risks? And yet, at the same time, the idea of her being a proper escort, of going right back out there and looking for her next customer, had me rock hard in my pants. I’d get to watch a man approach her and proposition her. Maybe I’d even get to talk to the guy again, as I had with Matt. There was something about hearing a guy discuss my wife as if she was property to be bought that sent a deep, dark twist of heat through me—utterly wrong but utterly hot.

  Harriet emerged from the shower, moving fast. Strange how women can get ready in half the usual time when it suits them. Within minutes, she was dressed in the green dress again—but this time, she added black hold-ups and switch the black boots for black, high heeled pumps. She sat at the mirror to redo her make-up, going dark and smoky with the eyes again and switching to a slightly darker shade of red lipstick. It made her pale skin look even paler.

  “Are you sure you’re...okay to do this again?” I asked.

  She glanced at me and I could see the excitement in her eyes. God, she was really fired up about this. Clearly, the multiple men in a night thing had been a big part of this fantasy for her, while I hadn’t even thought about it.

  Fantasy. It was still just a fantasy, right? Just a sex game. I mean, sure, the money was real but that was just a happy bonus.

  “It’s just sex,” she said, her voice a little high. “I mean, we’ve had sex twice in one night plenty of times. My body doesn’t know it’s two different men.”

  But you do, I thought. More and more, I was beginning to understand why she’d wanted to do this. She was getting experiences a simple affair or even some sort of open marriage just wouldn’t give her.

  She finished her make-up and turned to me. “How do I look?”

  I slowly shook my head. “Like a million dollars,” I said. I wasn’t kidding. Her eyes were defined and shadowed to make them look even bigger than normal, halfway between innocent and sultry. Her lips were a luscious red and had been glossed so that they shone wetly. Her cheek bones were elegant and added to the fragile look, her pale skin set off perfectly by the soft waves of blonde hair that fell about her face.

  And the dress...it was the second time I’d seen it on her but its sexiness hadn’t diminished at all. The neckline showed off a portion of her full, creamy breasts, though not enough that it looked slutty. The dark green fabric hugged her slender waist and pert ass. But it was the hem that really got your attention. It had been eye-catchingly short even with bare legs. Now, with the hold-ups in place, it was stop-and-stare territory. My eyes traced all the way from her high heels to the tops of her thighs and back down again. God, it was so short, you could actually see a hint of stocking top. “Are you sure you can get away with that?” I croaked.

  She tugged the dress down, putting the hem all of a millimeter below her stocking tops. “It’ll be fine,” she said.

  I could see the tell-tale gleam in her eyes. She wanted everyone to look.

  It was good advertising.

  The fact she was so eager only made my cock harder. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s go.”

  ***

  As before, she went downstairs first and I followed a few minutes later. As I strolled towards the bar, I suddenly remembered what had happened last time I’d walked through the lobby—the run-in with the hotel security guy.

  Thankfully, he seemed to be nowhere around. Probably telling someone to turn their TV down. I looked towards the bar.

  Harriet wasn’t there.

  Icy panic started to claw its way up inside my chest. What if some guy had grabbed her? Persuaded her to come outside and get into his car and sped off with her? No...no way. Harriet was level-headed. She might get carried away when she was in the middle of sex, but she wouldn’t do something dangerous like that.

  Could she be in the bathroom? Why would she go there as soon as she got down here?

  I bought a beer and found a corner to sit in and drink it. I decided I’d give it a few minutes and then—-I had no idea what I’d do if she didn’t show up. What the hell was I going to tell the cops? “My wife was playing at being an escort and now she’s disappeared?”

  I was halfway through the beer when I saw her. Saw her reflection, actually, in a mirror behind the bar. She was out in the lobby, over by the elevators. I’d walked right past her. She hadn’t been able to shout to get my attention because she was with a guy.

  I couldn’t get a good look at him in the mirror, but I could see his black suit and a hint of white shirt collar—definitely a businessman. But why had she gone all the way out there with him?

  Unless...she’d never made it to the bar.

  Unless he’d stopped her as she came out of the elevators, pulling her to one side.

  I quickly drained my beer and then, as casually as I could, wandered out into the lobby. This was going to be much harder than in the bar. There was nowhere I could hide, nothing I could pretend to be doing while I watched. I wandered over to the end of the huge reception desk that was nearest to them. And that’s when I got my first good look at the guy.

  He was big. And he couldn’t have been older than thirty, maybe younger.
The same age as Harriet; younger than me by two years.

  I don’t remember my next few steps. I must have walked on autopilot the rest of the way to the reception desk because my mind was spinning too fast to think.

  The other guys had been older. For the first time, I had...competition.

  I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Jealousy was twisting and knotting in my stomach.

  Maybe he’s just hotel security, like the guy earlier. Yeah, that’s what it is. You’re just presuming he’s a client, but—

  And then I was close enough to hear them and his deep, Californian accent was rolling through my brain. “—sounds good to me. How about we go up to my room? I got a really nice suite.”

  I hadn’t gotten a look at the guy’s face yet. Maybe he’s ugly. I mean, why would a good looking young guy want an escort, even one as stunning as my wife? I glanced behind the reception desk and saw a framed print whose glass was reflecting them. It wasn’t as good as a mirror, but I could make out a strong jaw and short, tousled blond hair. The guy looked anything but ugly. And he really was big. Not just taller than her—which he was, by a whole head—but wide. I couldn’t tell for sure with his suit on, but it looked as if it was lean muscle, not fat. He looked like a goddamn linebacker.

  I lowered my eyes, staring fixedly into space, trying to look as if I wasn’t listening. So I couldn’t see Harriet’s face, but I could hear the excited smile in her voice. “Actually, I have an arrangement with the hotel,” she murmured. “They’re cool with me being here, but I have to keep things in just one room. Is that okay?”

  “Makes no difference to me,” the man said. There was something about his voice—deep and rich and strong, almost hypnotic. “As long as I get you in a bed, with those legs wrapped around me and—”

  “Can I help you, sir?”

  My head jerked up. A woman in the hotel’s bright red uniform was standing on the other side of the reception desk, right in front of my glazed eyes. I flushed as I realized it looked as though I’d been staring at her breasts. “Uh, no. Yes! Can you, uh….recommend a good restaurant near here?” It was the first thing I could come up with. I needed an excuse to stay where I was and listen.

  “Sure!” She was perky—and cute, too, with glossy black, straight hair. Any other time, I would have enjoyed flirting with her. “Let me take you through a few places—”

  I tuned her out and focused on what was happening off to my side. I could hear the guy chuckling and whispering and my wife giggling. Shit! He’d lowered his voice when the receptionist had appeared and now I couldn’t hear them!

  Now that I’d gotten over the shock of it, of the idea of her fucking a guy who was my equal—I gritted my teeth—maybe even better looking than me—was sort of a turn on. I mean, in some ways, I didn’t care what he looked like—watching from the closet, all my attention would be on her. But a young guy, in good shape—he’d be able to really go at her. And, after all, she’d wanted this—she’d wanted a second guy in the same night. Well, he’d give her the fucking of her life. I wondered if he was hung to match his size. Part of me was almost hoping that he wasn’t, but part of me was wondering what it would be like to see Harriet fucked by his big—

  “Meat?”

  I focused, blinking. “What?”

  “Do you eat meat, sir?” the receptionist asked. “Are you a vegetarian?”

  I shook my head. “No. I mean, yes, I eat meat.”

  “Allrighty. Well, there’s a great steak place just off—”

  I tuned out again. It occurred to me that I had to get moving—Harriet and her client were standing closer to the elevators than I was. I’d better head upstairs now, or I’d never make it up there before them. I smiled at the receptionist as she finished telling me about the steak house and started on the next possibility. “That’s great, thank you,” I said, holding up my hand. “You’ve sold me on that place. Thanks.” And I gave her my best smile so that I didn’t look like a jerk.

  She gave me a quick, flirty smile of her own. Ha! I thought. I’ve still got it!

  I turned towards the elevators. Finally, I had an excuse for a proper glance at Harriet and the guy. And...yep, he was what my wife would have described as tasty. Not only was he built like an athlete, his tanned, muscled body almost bursting from his suit, but he had that soft, tousled hair women go nuts for and big blue eyes. Damn him!

  But my jealousy didn’t last. The thought of seeing him fuck my wife—hard—overrode the anger. I glanced at Harriet and saw the gleam in her eyes—she was eager, too. And she was glancing meaningfully towards the elevator, urging me to hurry. Yeah, yeah, I know. I stepped forward—

  A hand landed on my shoulder.

  I whirled around to see the hotel security guy from earlier that evening. Shit! Did he know what was going on?

  “Just need to talk to you, pal,” he said. But underneath the friendly tone there was a steel-hard edge. Was he about to say something to Harriet? I glanced around at her before I could stop myself. She looked worried for a moment, but then looked away, doing her best to pretend not to know me.

  And that raised a problem. Her client started to get impatient. “So, shall we go?” he asked. And he began to lead her towards the elevator. Not one of the traditional steel boxes they’d been right next to, but the rounded, glass one in the middle that moved more slowly, giving you a view of the hotel’s huge atrium as it went up and down.

  There was nothing Harriet could do. If she delayed, it was going to look suspicious. She smiled a nervous smile at him and let him lead her towards the elevator.

  “I’m with the hotel,” the guy talking to me said. “Security. I keep an eye on things for them. You staying here alone?”

  “Yes,” I said. Shit! In another few seconds, she was going to be in the elevator!

  “Because I see your wedding ring, there,” he said, nodding down at my hand. He said it deliberately loudly and, behind me, I heard an annoyed little intake of breath from the receptionist I’d smiled at. God, I really hated this guy.

  “My wife’s back home,” I said. “I’m on a business trip.” I heard the chime as the elevator arrived and the sound of the doors opening. Harriet and her client were getting inside! I was going to miss them! But the other elevators moved faster. Maybe, if I got away right now, I could still beat them to our room. “Look, I really need to—”

  “What sort of business are you in?” asked the security guy.

  I heard the elevator doors close and the elevator start to ascend. Shit!

  “I’m an architect,” I said. “Look, I haven’t done anything wrong!” I turned towards the elevators and took a step, but his hand was still on my shoulder, pinning me in place. As he came around in front of me, his back to the elevators, the sight over his shoulder made me gape.

  Inside the glass elevator, the guy had Harriet pushed up against the wall and was kissing her, her face tilted up to meet his. They were pressed together. His groin was rubbing hers, their bodies separated by only a few thin layers of fabric. One of his hands was tangled in her hair while the other—

  The other was on her thigh and sliding upward. Already, it had pushed the short hem of her dress high enough that her stocking tops were on show. As I watched, it went higher still and I glimpsed her pale thigh, then her hip—God, he was undressing her, right there in the elevator, in full view of everyone!

  The security guy was oblivious to what was happening behind him. “You’re an architect, but you travel on business? Is there an architect’s convention in town?”

  “I’m meeting a client,” I said.

  “Really? Where?”

  Harriet and her client rose up out of the atrium, up towards our floor. I was going to miss them! “Look!” I snapped. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I don’t have to answer your questions!” I shook his hand from my shoulder. “Fuck off!”

  He raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes hardened, letting me know this wasn’t over. “Have a pleasant stay,�
� he said, his voice dripping poison.

  I almost ran to the standard, steel elevator and hammered the button for our floor. Maybe she’ll find some way to delay him, I thought. Maybe I can still get there before them.

  When the elevator doors opened, I quickly checked the corridor in case they were just ahead of me, but it was empty. My heart lifted. Maybe she’d “accidentally” got off on the wrong floor to slow them down. That was exactly the sort of thing Harriet would think of. I hurried to the door of our room, my keycard already in my hand.

  But, as I reached the door, I heard low voices. She was already inside with him.

  I stood there frozen, staring at the door. What the hell were we going to do now?!

  I took a stumbling step away from the door. Shit! How had this all gone so horribly wrong, so fast?! It was all that security guy’s fault….

  A horrible thought occurred to me: did he suspect Harriet was my wife? Had he deliberately slowed me down so that I wouldn’t get up here in time? I quickly looked towards the elevators—was he following me?

  But the corridor was still empty. Maybe he was toying with me. Or maybe he had some other reason to be suspicious and I was just being paranoid.

  None of that changed the immediate situation. Harriet was in there on her own with a complete stranger who was expecting sex. What if he turned violent, or tried to force her to do something she didn’t want to? I had to be in there to protect her!

  I looked at the door, ready to burst in. But if I did, we’d blow the whole thing. I had no idea how the guy would react when he found out Harriet was my wife. It would be crushingly embarrassing for both of us. Harriet might walk away from the whole game. But I couldn’t leave her in there alone if she might be in danger.

  I decided I’d listen and try to figure out what was going on. I checked the corridor again and then knelt beside the door and put my ear to it.