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

by Victoria Kasari

We stared at each other for a moment, horrified. Then she nodded me back into the closet. As I closed the door, I saw her grab a bathrobe. “Just a minute!” she called.

  Panting with fear, I watched through the slats as she opened the door. The guy I’d run into in the lobby pushed straight into the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes lazily scanned the room. “Where is he?” he asked.

  “Who?” said my wife. “What’s going on?”

  “The other guy. Your pimp or boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is.” He checked the bathroom but found it empty.

  Harriet shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking—”

  The security guy opened the closet doors. I stood there, my face flushed with embarrassment.

  “Well, now isn’t this cute. Were you in there the whole time, while she fucked the footballer?”

  My mouth moved, but no words came out.

  “I was watching the corridors on the security cameras, idiot. I saw who went in and out.” He looked between the two of us. “So what’s the deal? You’re here in case there’s trouble?”

  Harriet spoke up. “Jared’s my boyfriend,” she said brazenly. “We’re—”

  “Oh, shut up. I know he paid you. I know you brought those other two guys up here. I know an escort when I see one.”

  “She’s not an escort,” I said quickly. “It’s just, um—” I could feel my face glowing red. “We’re married. It’s a sex game. She’s just living out a fantasy.”

  The security guy stared at the money Harriet had left on the bed. “Is it real money?”

  “Well...yes,” I said.

  “Do the guys know it’s just a game?”

  “No.”

  He turned to my wife. “Then you’re an escort, no matter how you dress it up.”

  It was as if he’d slapped us both in the face. God...he was right!

  Somewhere along the way, maybe as soon as we’d done it the second time, we’d slipped over the line from fantasy to reality. Holy shit—my wife was an escort. I’d let my wife become an actual prostitute! Hot shame welled up inside me. What the hell had I been thinking?!

  But there was no time to dwell on it. We had a new problem.

  “See, being an escort—that’s fine,” the security guy said. “Plenty of them work here and I know them all. But coming in here and setting up without telling me, without giving me a piece of the action—that’s not how it’s done. That’s rude.”

  I wanted to smack him in the face, but I knew he could make trouble for us. “We’re sorry,” I grated. “I’m sure we can work something out. Give you a cut.”

  He shook his head. ‘That isn’t the sort of action I’m talking about.” He turned to Harriet. “Get down on your knees. You can blow me...for starters.”

  I gaped at him. “What?!”

  He glared at me. “This is the way it is, buddy. You wanted your wife to be an escort? Well she’s a fucking escort. And now she’s gotta throw me a freebie to work here.” He grinned at her. “Anything I want. Or should I just call the cops?”

  Harriet went pale. “The cops?”

  The security guy shrugged. “Don’t really matter if they charge you or not. Your names’ll be all over the press. How’d you like that?” His voice turned savage. “So get on your knees!”

  Harriet looked as if she was going to cry.

  My mind exploded into white-hot anger. I grabbed him by the neck and flung him onto the bed. “Fuck you!” I yelled.

  He landed with a grunt, the air knocked out of him, then sprang at me. I slammed my fist right into his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more satisfying.

  He staggered back. Harriet jumped to my side.

  “We’ll leave,” I snapped. “You won’t see us again. But if you go to the cops, we’ll tell them what you’ve been doing here—these deals you make with the escorts. We’ll tell the hotel, too.”

  I could tell he wanted to kill me, but he could see I meant it. He was holding his bruised face, not quite brave enough to come at me again. “I know the security guys in all the hotels around here. You ever show your face at one of them—”

  “We won’t!” I pointed at the door. “Now get out! We’ll be gone in a couple of minutes!”

  Glaring and muttering, he stormed out.

  I grabbed Harriet and hugged her. “Are you okay?” I said.

  She was blinking back tears, but she nodded. “I’m okay,” she said in a ragged voice. “Let’s just go.”

  We packed quickly and Harriet waited in the car while checked out. Moments later, we were in our car and heading for home.

  It was a couple of miles before Harriet said, “Jesus!”

  I nodded. “It’s not just what he wanted you to do,” I said grimly. “It’s when he said...you’re really an escort.”

  It went very quiet.

  “I guess I am,” she said softly.

  “But it was just meant to be a game!” I said. “I mean, sure, we kept the money, but....” I looked sideways at her and I could see it in her eyes. We’d both been kidding ourselves.

  “Maybe this was a wake-up call,” she said. “Maybe we should forget the whole thing.”

  I turned and gaped at her. “Maybe?! He wanted to—”

  “I know,” she said quickly. Then, “So it’s over?”

  I shook my head. “We can never go back there again. And he’s probably right about the security guys all knowing each other. They really could call the cops.”

  We lapsed into silence. I focused on the taillights of the car ahead of me.

  “It was fun though, wasn’t it?” she said. “While it lasted.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out. “Oh yeah,” I said with feeling. Hell yeah.” I looked at her. “Are you really okay?”

  She nodded slowly. “Yeah.” She shuddered. “Bastard.”

  I thumped the steering wheel in agreement.

  “Were you enjoying it?” she asked tentatively. “Until he showed up?”

  I nodded. “I loved it. You know that.”

  “Even...Jared?”

  I looked sideways at her. “Why would Jared be different?”

  Even in the dim light of the car, I could tell she was flushing. “He was....you know. He’s really hot. And he was so friendly. I was worried you might think he was…”

  “What?”

  She squirmed. “Competition.”

  “Is he?”

  She looked appalled. “NO! God, no! I mean, I loved the sex and I loved his body but he’s not you.” She leaned across and threw her arms around me. I suddenly felt about a million feet tall. The whole atmosphere in the car changed as we relaxed. We stayed like that for several minutes as the car ate up the miles.

  “It was fun, wasn’t it?” I muttered, echoing what she’d said before.

  “Mm-hmm,” she said, her head on my shoulder.

  Back home, Harriet disappeared into the shower to wash off the oil. I sat on the bed and thought.

  The security guy had been a wake-up call, but maybe not in the way I’d first thought. It was still, by far, the hottest thing we’d ever done. Maybe we didn’t need to give it up. Maybe we just needed to remove the risk of being caught.

  Harriet walked in from the bathroom, her hair still wet, her naked body glistening. I patted the bed next to me. When she sat down, I allowed myself one long look at her and then turned my eyes to the front. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you all night,” I told her. “And now you’re sitting there naked. I have to not look at you, or I’m going to just pounce on you right now.”

  She gave a little chuckle. I was relieved to hear her laughing again. “You can pounce on me,” she said seductively.

  I resisted the urge to do exactly that. “In a minute. First, I want to ask you something.”

  I heard her nod. I took a deep breath and turned to her. Her face! Focus on her face! I forced myself not to look down. God, she was beautiful. “Would you want to keep doing it? If we could?”

 
; She nodded immediately. “Yes.” Then she flushed. “God, does that make me a complete slut?”

  I shook my head. “No. It makes you honest. But...you’d want to do it even though this would mean you’re actually an escort?”

  She nodded solemnly. “As long as you’re okay with your wife being an escort. And as long as you’re always there with me.”

  I nodded slowly. “I feel the same. We’re both enjoying it. Why should we let that bastard stop us doing it? I have an idea.” I took a deep breath. “We still have all those apartments sitting half-finished. One of them practically is finished. What if we set you up there as an escort and guys came to you? Then there’s no hotel, no security, no chance of running into someone we know. It’s private and we control it.”

  She considered. “And you’d be in the closet?”

  I shook my head. “That’s the genius part,” I said proudly. “It’s our apartment—we can do what we like with it. I could rig up a spyhole or a two-way mirror or something and watch from the next room. No chance of me being discovered and I’d have an even better view.”

  “But you’d be right next door if I needed you?”

  I nodded. “Right next door.”

  She thought about it. “But how would guys find me?”

  “That’s what I was meaning by you actually becoming an escort. We’d have to do the whole thing—take photos of you. Advertise.”

  Her eyes grew wide. “Photos?!”

  “You’re gorgeous. Guys will go crazy!” I made the mistake of glancing down at her naked body and my mind went fzzt! and burned out.

  She sat there staring at me for a few seconds, then nodded. “I want to do it!” she said breathlessly.

  And suddenly, I was pushing her back on the bed, tipping her onto her back and dragging her up so that we had room. I rammed my pants down my legs and started to run my hands reverently over her damp breasts. I’d been staring at them for hours. To finally get my hands on them was amazing.

  Harriet drew in her breath. “Ohhh God....” she whispered as I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. “ Nobody else does it like you.”

  I looked down at her. Big, liquid eyes looking up at me in the semi-darkness. Pale, gorgeous body gleaming wetly, her legs slightly parted. Full, soft breasts, her nipples already standing to attention. And her soft pink pussy lips, dewy with water and the first hints of her own moisture.

  I was the luckiest guy in the world.

  I reached down and stroked her pussy, tracing the soft line where her lips met. She writhed under me. “I’m going to fuck lots of guys,” she said.

  I could feel myself growing harder and harder. “I know.”

  “Lots of them. They’re all going to have me. Anyone that wants me.” She was pushing her hips up to meet my hand, now, and grinding her ass against the bed. “They’re all going to fuck me, —for money.”

  “Yes.” Her folds were sopping wet now and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I positioned myself for entry, loving the sight of my naked cock against her bare skin, and then lunged into her. God, she was wet! This was the thing that made her wettest—delighting in what she was becoming. “They’re all going to pay to fuck you.”

  She groaned as I filled her, clasping her arms around my back. I pulled back and thrust, rooting myself in her hot, clinging depths. God, it was incredible. “They’re going to want me to do things,” she panted, her voice high and tight.

  I bit her earlobe. “What things?” I whispered.

  “Oh—God—all sorts of awful things!”

  I was fucking her hard now, her soft breasts caressing my chest as I moved on her. “And what will you do?” I snarled.

  “I’ll have to do them! I’ll have no choice!” She was staring up at me, a gleam in her eyes. She’d always have a choice, of course, but I knew the fantasy was important. She wanted that illusion of loss of control to assuage the guilt.

  “You’ll have to do whatever they want,” I agreed.

  I could actually feel her pussy clamp down on me as I said it. “Yes! God, anything they want! Anything they want!”

  I growled and went faster, pounding her, taking my weight on my elbows so that I could pinch her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She went wild, bucking and twisting under me, arching her back to press her breasts up into my hands. Her legs locked around me, heels kicking at my ass and I groaned and pushed deep—and shot, long hot streams of cum basting her inner walls.

  The feeling of it made her crest her peak. She screamed my name and clung to me as she clenched and shuddered around my cock, milking me. I leaned down and kissed her hard, biting at her lower lip and then savagely plundering her mouth.

  We lay there for long minutes before rolling onto our sides and cuddling. Everything was okay and we’d taken the next step.

  Tomorrow, my wife would start a whole new career...as an actual, working escort.

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