26 comments/ 117904 views/ 12 favorites Love For Sail By: Winterfrog Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I'm Lucas Willman. The whole crappy mess in my marriage began just as a story about loving wives you already heard or read at least a hundred of times. Of course, even I had read it many times for me it was the first and hopefully the last time it happened in my real life. Not funny at all. My background is an average Scandinavian guy, owner of a consulting company for electrical matters, a lovely wife and two small boys, six and eight years old. I met my wife, Linda, at the local tax office when I was there to get an explanation about a new and very complicated form I had to fill out after selling some shares at a fair profit. She did a good job and I fell for her bright smile and invited her for dinner so she could take her time and explain it more carefully to me. She began to laugh and said, "You really aren't a very romantic guy if taxes are your main interest during the first date with a girl." "I have other interests, just give me a chance to show it and you'll see." She did and not a word about taxes was mentioned during our first date at a restaurant. Not even during the nightcap in my apartment nor at a time after that or during breakfast in my kitchen. My best memory of that great night was my surprise she took out my cock and sucked me stone hard while we were necking. After the nightcap, she said, "Now it's high time for you to show those other interest you talked about." I did and obviously did it very well because she had two intensive orgasms before we fell asleep. What confused me was that it had been so incredible easy to get this lovely girl sucking and fucking me. Obviously she thought about the same thing because after the breakfast she asked me, "Do you regard me as a cheap easy slut after the last night?" I looked straight in her eyes and replied, "Why should I? We were two in that game, weren't we?" Obviously she accepted my answer and said, "I really like you, could I see you again?" "I like you too. The whole weekend is yours, only yours." We spent the whole weekend together and when we parted Sunday evening, we didn't say, "I like you" we said, "I love you". Of course, I had some serious doubts about creating a serious relationship with a girl who gave in and sucked and fucked me readily during our first night together. However, I fell in love with her and decided to stay with her as long as she was faithful to me. She was and our relations developed in the usual ways: love, engagement, wedding and two children. Ten years later we were living in a nice house in a middle class area. Linda was still working at the tax office. But the small company I owned when Linda and I met had been bought by a big company what and it had given me a greater opportunities of climbing the ladder. In my humble opinion, We had a good life,. but the statistics in our country says that ten years is a the most dangerous time in a relationship and why should Linda's and mine be any exception? By and by Linda brought a snake in our paradise. Her name was Anna Johansson, a very common name that didn't say anything at all to me. But had I seen her or known her previous last name, it would been a quite different matter. Anna worked at the accounting department at a big local company and when they wanted somebody from the tax authorities to have an information meeting about new rules, Linda was sent there to do the job and Anna was her point of contact at the company. Their presentation had been very successful so they celebrated it with an evening out. As they were in the same age and shared an interest for fashion, they continued to see each other now and then to go shopping together. Sometimes they even went to movies but never any late night bars. When I suggested Linda invite Anna and her whole family for a barbeque, she said they had agreed not to extend their friendship to family level. Okay for me, though I thought briefly about the reason why Anna, her spouse and kids didn't wanted to see our kids and me for a few hours. Linda told me that Anna had a spouse by name Peter, but that didn't give me much information about him. After a holiday at a sunny Mediterranean island Anna had shown her some pictures and Linda told me that Peter was a very handsome man, well built, well trained and almost looking as a body builder. Obviously Linda envied Anna for that good-looking Anders because she even told me that I looked just like a sack of potatoes compared to Anna's Peter. I replied by telling her it is a well-known secret that bodybuilders by using steroids got a shrinking penis and I rather was a "potato sack" than a "needle man". When I asked Linda a few questions Anna's superman, she couldn't tell me what kind of work he did for living. Her next brag about that Peter was that she had happened to meet him in the real life when Anna and she was shopping a Saturday and he had been very charming and even more handsome in the real life. Two weeks later shit hit the fan when Linda returned happy as a child after a shopping with Anna and told me that Peter had won some money on Lotto and as Anna had always wanted to sail in the large archipelago outside Stockholm, Peter had rented a sailing boat for a week and Anna had invited Linda to share that week with them. I asked her, "Did you accepted that strange invitation?" "Not yet, because I wanted to tell you about it before telling Anna my reply what will be 'yes'." "And I will say 'no way' because we don't know anything at all about those people." Linda got angry and shouted, "You don't have any right to say 'no'. You don't own me because I'm a free adult and you have no legal right to deny me spending a week together with a friend. Do you think you have any legal right to stop me from that sailing?" I even got angrier and told her, "I can't stop you but I don't have to accept what you are doing because I have strong feeling that something stinks here and I'll find out what it is." "You must be paranoid if you can't accept me having a great vacation for a week for free." I stared her straight in her eyes and said, "You ought to be clever enough to understand that there are no 'free vacation ' and don't be surprised if your so called free week will be the most expensive vacation you ever had in your whole life." Our marriage went down to its lowest level ever. No sex and not any unnecessary talking. I had to find out more information about this mysterious Anna Johansson. It was only one week left to the sailing week when I decided to take action on the Saturday when Linda and Anna went for shopping. I had told Linda that I had promised to help my friend Roland fixing some matters in his house and went to his place about one hour before Linda went shopping. Linda's parents had promised to look after our kids and she took them there on her way to the shopping. Roland is a man of my size and owns a Kawasaki motorbike and his motorcycle overall and helmet with tinted visor fit me perfect. I waited for Linda two blocks away from her parent's house and tailed her to the large parking at the mall. To my great luck I noted a well shaped brunette step out from blue VW Polo a few parking lots away from Linda. They greeted and went together toward the mall. It was my lucky day and the information was found much easier than expected. What if they had decided to meet at some café at the mall? It could easily turned to a long boring day for me. Now I had to write down Anna's license number, get back to Roland with the Kawasaki and go home for working. A text message to the national car register gave me the reply that car BOV 785 was a VW Polo owned by a Monica Anna Elisabeth Johansson and her address. Still no clues about Monica Anna Elisabeth but now it would be easy to find her in the credit registers at my job and soon I had got a match, but it was much worse than expected. Anna single for four years after divorce from Sebastian Hagman, a guy I used to see at some sport events. While married to Sebastian she had been known as Monica Hagman, what explained why I didn't knew anything about her when she nowadays used her middle name Anna and her maiden name Johansson. But now I knew a lot about the dear Anna since her time as Monica Hagman. She had been involved in a sex scandal what caused her divorce and much gossip in our town. Her ex, Sebastian Hagman is a skilled stamp collector and after a Rotary meeting he had invited two fellow members, a vicar and a police chief also stamp collectors to his home to see some rare stamps he had bought at an auction. Coming to into Hagman's house the three friends heard strange sounds from the bedroom and in there they had found Sebastian's pretty wife Monica naked and involved in a sex act with two men. In the hullabaloo that followed one of the men knocked the vicar down to the floor before Sebastian and the police chief could take control over the situation. Monica alias Anna's lovers were two brothers, Peter and Tommy Olson. Tommy, who is known for his hot temper got two months in jail for knocking down the vicar. A year later Tommy got famous in the whole country when it was time for his next trip to be taxpayer's guest for four months as payment for a nasty sex story that sold a lot of national evening tabloid newspapers. I hadn't heard any further gossip about Peter. Tommy had sold a well-used BMW to a distant relative. But as the poor buyer had no money for the time being, Tommy had given him creditor 30 days without any interest. So far so good but in the signed contract they had agreed that if the total amount of the car wasn't paid within 31 days, an interest should be paid by the buyers wife living as common law wife for Tommy doing all domestic duties in his apartment until total payment was made. The handsome but naïve wife had agreed to that strange condition as her husband had promised that it would never happen and the worst case it could only be a few days as a maid. But Tommy had other plans when he didn't get his money. The very first thing at her new "job" Tommy had given the horrified wife a hard spanking with a leather strap and got her to understand that she was expected to obey all his orders and demands. She had accepted a total submission and as Tommy's "wife" she had not dared to object when she was demanded to perform oral and anal sex for the first time in her life though she had always denied that to her own husband. When the poor husband did not succeed to get the money a week after Tommy took his wife, he regretted the whole business so he rang Tommy to trading his wife back for the BMW. When Tommy refused, he went to the police who after hearing the wife arrested Tommy for blackmail and rape. This incredible story got headlines in the national evening tabloids. Thanks to the contract and the naïve wife had not made any objections nor any resistance when Tommy had sex with her, a PR hungry clever young lawyer succeeded in getting Tommy free from most of the accusations. Because it was Tommy's second trip, he got four months at an almost open "white-collar jail" for spanking the poor wife. I bought some newspaper articles about that case from a database online. When Linda and I met back home I asked her, "Has your friend Anna ever told you that her name was Monica Hagman while she was married and her marriage ended in a scandalous divorce after she was caught cheating during a threesome sex act with two infamous brothers, Peter and Tommy Olson." "No, why are you asking me about that?" "Because that slut woman seems to be your best friend and obviously more important for you than I am." "Are you insane? What the hell are you babbling about?" "I'm talking about your friend Anna Johansson alias Monica Hagman, ex-wife to Sebastian Hagman, an acquaintance of mine" Now she shouted at me, "Do you think Anna is the first woman to change her name after a divorce? Why should I care? " "Because Anna's first name is Monica and she preferred that name while she was married to my acquaintance Sebastian Hagman. Now it is easy to understand why she wanted to avoid me and said 'no thanks when we invited her and her boyfriend Peter Olson to a barbeque. By the way, how well do you know him?" Now a slight surprised Linda asked me, "Do you really expect me to know Peter's past after only met him once for a few minutes?" "It's high time for you to know your sailing pals. The Olson brothers, Peter and Tommy, are notorious for sharing their girlfriends. When your dear friend Monica Anna Elisabeth Hagman, alias Anna Johansson was caught cheating by her husband, a vicar and a police she had a threesome with both of those Olson brothers. Tommy, who is a violent character knocked down the vicar and got two months in jail. After that he's spent some more time in jail for using a car buyer's wife as his sex slave. I can bet that Tommy will be with you on that sailing week and that both Olson brothers have fucked all your openings before the sunset during your first day at the sea." Linda was shaken but obviously not convinced and replied, "You don't like Anna and now you are seeing ghosts in bright daylight. She is my friend and I'll spend a week with her. I have never heard about any Tommy and I can promise that he will not be with us. That's for sure." "I can't stop you from going there but don't ever forget that I have warned you for the consequences and I'm giving you a very simple choice, stay home as my wife or go away to be a fuck slut for the Olson brothers. I can't see any other options in this sad matter." She left the room without any further comment. The Friday was a busy day for me. I went to the bank and divided our shared accounts and then to the court for divorce papers and copies of Tommy Olson's sentences. A lawyer would be later selected if necessary. Then I succeeded in finding the company that had rented the sailboat to Peter Olson. The clerk told me that for safety and insurance reasons they kept a register of all four people on the boat rented by Tommy and Peter Olson. The two others were Anna Johansson and Linda Willman. It was just as bad as I feared. I had recorded my call and burnt a CD with it. I rang Linda a half hour before her lunch with the question, "I need to know if I still have a wife or not? Have you made your final choice for the next week? Could you please tell me what do you prefer; your family or the pervert Olson brothers?" "I'm going for sailing with my friend Anna and her boyfriend Peter. Nothing else. Why have you got those silly ghosts in your mind and why are you calling me about that now?" "Because your choice is very important for our future and I need to know your final decision in this matter now at this very moment. Are you really sure that you understand all the consequences?" "Why can't you try to understand that it is not the first time in history a wife spends a holiday week with a friend? Nothing will happen and please don't overreact without any real reason." I cancelled Linda from my company's celebration party and filled the divorce form and filed it at the court. Back home at the evening after our jobs Linda obviously had some remorse about going away for that week because she came home with two bottles of good quality wine and supplies for my favorite meal. She said, "I'm sorry for all the quarrels I've caused you during the last time. Let's be friends and clears out our misunderstandings during a good dinner." "When?" "Tonight" "Thanks for the kind invitation but I regret to say that I'm already booked for a very important dinner tonight." She got surprised expression in her face and asked, "What dinner? You haven't said anything to me about any dinner." "My team has done a very good job when we succeed winning a big order for the company and we are having this dinner to celebrate that important matter. I think I'll be home late." "Why didn't you tell me anything about that dinner when you called me today? Are the spouses not invited? What about me? Am I invited?" "Spouses are invited but not you because I don't see you as my spouse any longer. When I called you today and asked you if I still had a wife or not, you told me that you preferred those infamous Olson brothers better than the family and me. Therefore I have been to the court for divorce forms today." Linda was ashen gray and stared at me when I gave her the divorce papers, copies of Tommy Olson's sentences and held up the CD with my call to the sailboat company and said, "Please listen to my call today to the sail boat company. They told me what four people are booked for the boat." I put the CD in the player and Linda began to cry when she heard that there was no doubt left about Tommy Olson's participating at the sailing week. I told her, "Do you really think that any sane man would want to touch a wife after she spent a week as a fuck slut for those damn pervert Olson brothers? Please ask your dear friend Monica alias Anna what they did with her at that moment when her husband and his friends surprised them? The truth is that she had one cock in her pussy and the other in her ass. You have really surprised me Linda; I could never imagine that you could be persuaded to be such a disgusting cheap slut by so simple persuasion that Monica alias Anna have used on you." Linda screamed hysterically and even our children began to cry when then heard her. I rang her parents, told them the truth that we had a serious problem and Linda was in a mess. They promised to come over and look after Linda and the children while I was away. After her parents had calmed Linda down to a speaking level again, she began sobbing about not knowing anything about Tommy and that when she had asked Anna about any further participants, she had promised her that it would only be the three of them just as they had planned, just a lazy pleasant week at the sea. Before I left for my party, I told Linda' parents that Linda and I would have a talk in the morning before she left for her sailing. I came home about 3 o'clock at the morning and to my surprise I found Linda sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me because she wanted to have a serious talk with me. Her parents were sleeping in our spare room and would take care of our children at the morning. I told her, "I've never denied you to talk with me, please go on." She began with, "You ought to know that I love you and our children most of all, only you and our children. I can promise that I've never cheated you nor have I ever intended to cheat you. I want to confess that I've been a pure idiot when believing everything this Anna told me because I regarded her as a very good friend. I'm ashamed about what I have done to you when I was naïve enough to believe everything what she told me." I asked her, "Did you call her during the evening?" "Yes I did and cancelled my sailing week and told her it was because I knew for sure that Peter's brother Tommy, an infamous violent rapist, was booked for that sailing and that I knew what he had done to her and the vicar. I even told her that I knew the whole story about Tommy using the BMW buyer's poor wife as his sex slave. I cursed Anna because my husband had filed for divorce when he found out that Tommy was booked for the sailing." "What did she say?" "She got very surprised and angry. I'm convinced that she was honest with me when she swore that she didn't know anything about Tommy's intentions for joining us during the sailing and promised to have a serious talk with Peter. One hour later a sobbing Anna rang me back and told me Peter had confessed that Tommy forced him to set up the whole sailing week as a payment for an old debt. Anna has skipped the sailing and Peter was dumped from her apartment" Love For Sail Then Linda and I continued with a serious t talk regarding our own relationship and about seven o'clock in the morning we agreed to skipping all my plans for a divorce and continue our marriage as usual without any new conditions, simply because I knew that we neither needed nor wanted any new rules because I was sure that Linda would do her very best to convince me that I was right in that matter. Epilog. When our doorbell rang Monday evening and after opening the door to my great surprise found Monica alias Anna standing outside. I asked her to come in and led her to sofa in our living room. Even Linda was surprised but agreed to fix some coffee. When Linda had joined us Anna began to sob and told us her whole story. Her marriage with Sebastian had been far from happy because his stamp collection and his interest for sport took too big share of their money. When she complained he threatened to hit her. After her husband had hit her for the second time, she had met Peter and fell in love and she had an affair with him while waiting for an apartment. It was Peter who had persuaded her to be involved in the first and the last threesome in her life with his brother Tommy. A shameful experience what ended in chaos when her husband and his friends caught them in a sex act. Anna cried for a while before she continued telling us that both Peter and she had refused all further suggestions from Tommy about him joining them for a threesome again. She told us that Peter never mentioned anything about Tommy's plans for participating during the sailing and when she asked him, he said, "no way Tommy isn't involved". If there had been even a slightest suspecting about Tommy's plans, she would have immediately cancelled her trip and told Linda not to go. After a lot of screaming Anna had forced Peter to confess that the sailing week was planned and paid by Tommy who wanted Anna plus some other pretty woman to join them as playmates during the sailing. It had been up to Peter to fix that other woman and he had used Anna to persuade Linda to join them. Peter's dirty trick had terminated Anna's love for him and he was out from her life and her apartment. A crying Anna begged us to forgive her and said that she had regarded Linda as a very good friend and she was sorry for being so naïve and stupid that she didn't found out the dirty game Tommy, assisted by her beloved boyfriend Peter, had planned for Linda and her. Linda and I have done everything we agreed to do during our serious night talk about our future and we are now living in a good marriage. Anna could not forgive Peter for playing a dirty game with Tommy behind her back and dumped him. Both Linda and I are convinced that Anna told us the whole truth about her part in the sailing trip. She and her child are now our friends on the family level and she and Linda are shopping together as usual. Love For Sale I was waiting in the Hilton restaurant for Christine, my date for the day, to arrive. She'd agreed to pay me my usual escort fee - 150 dollars per hour. I was at her disposal for that fee; we could just talk or go up to a room and have sex. From our phone conversation, I expected her choice to be sex. When I started in the escort racket as a student over four years ago the money was very important to me. But nowadays the different types of women that I get to meet, and the sex that I have with some of them, are more important to me than the money. I'm obsessed with women: I love how women taste and how they smell. I love how their legs look when enclosed in nylons and how the swell of a woman's ass and tits starts my juices flowing. The people who I work with down in Wall Street would be shocked to learn that I lead a double life. I'm a financial analyst for a hedge fund forty hours per week and an escort on nights and weekends. When I graduated from the Business School at NYU I stopped working for the Midtown Escort Service but placed my own personal escort ads when I realized that I missed the escort life. I don't have sex with every woman that I escort. In fact, I've been with over 200 women since getting into the escort business and have had sex with only about 20 percent of them. And, even if an escort job involves sex, it almost never happens on a first meeting - these things tend to evolve over time. At least that's the way I like to play it. Some guys in the business are more anxious to get pussy as soon and as often as possible. Christine arrived at the time we'd agreed upon. I chose a booth for privacy so that we could get acquainted and discuss exactly what she wanted. In that first meeting in the Hilton restaurant with Christine it became obvious that she was interested in getting serviced sexually; at that point I decided to get explicit and describe the range of sexual services that I could provide for her, in clinical detail. If the other people in the restaurant could have heard our conversation they would have been shocked. She blushed when the conversation became explicit but I have enough experience in these matters to get her to openly admit that she wanted to get oral sex from me and to get fucked. She paid the check and we went up to the room I'd reserved for the afternoon. When we got into the room I told Christine that it was time to disrobe. I turned away from her so that she could remove her things without having a stranger watching her strip. I took off my clothes at the same time, folding them neatly on the dresser. I gave her plenty of time to get naked before turning to face her. That sort of thing is usually difficult for new clients. After slowly removing my clothes, I turned and found Christine naked and sitting on the bed. I sensed her nervousness but I also felt her desire. Sitting down next to her, I held her hand. With this show of tenderness on my part, she relaxed. I cupped her chin and turned her face away so that I could gently kiss the soft spot under her ear. Her hand clenched my fingers as she turned her face toward me. Her free hand touched my shoulder in a tentative embrace as I kissed her mouth. When she let my tongue touch hers, I was as caught up in the moment as she was. I released her hand and moved mine to the heated center of her thighs. Her legs spread open and I moved a finger gently up and down her slickened lips. Her moans took my breath away. "Lie back for me, Christine. Spread yourself wide for me." She did as I asked. "Richard, I'm so hot. You have to eat me, you have to fuck me!" I complied. I've found throughout my 'career' that women appreciate a man who takes his time. I wanted this experience to an incredible one for her - after all, that's how I built my client list - so I moved my head to her pussy and started slowly licking down the length of her. It's so beautiful to watch a woman respond. As her excitement grew, her outer lips drew apart. I wanted to touch the tip of her clit but it was hidden. This aroused me because there is nothing more sensual than slowly bringing a woman to the brink of an explosion. I drew circles on the soft pink folds with my tongue, coaxing her clit into exposure. When it finally appeared, I touched the top of it, felt it quiver under the little flicks. Her moans became music to my ears as I drew this little pearl into my mouth. I held it between my lips as I lightly sucked it, letting my tongue move across the tight bud. She gave me an experience to remember when she came. I gripped her hips to hold her down as her orgasm took control. After the oral sex I had her lie back with her legs spread and fucked her slowly and thoroughly. Before I screwed her I put on two condoms, standard for guys in the sex business. You can't feel much that way, but you need real protection when fucking strangers - God knows who's been there before you! Protection works both ways; the woman has protection from pregnancy and disease when I use a double condom. I've learned quite a bit about Christine since our first meeting. She didn't tell me much about herself but I was intrigued and did a little research. She was divorced about nine months earlier from a wealthy older man. Christine runs her own consulting business in the Internet marketing area and has been written up more than once as an example of how women are getting into positions of power in the new world of the Internet. That may be why she intimidates most of the men she meets; they are bothered by a woman who projects self confidence and power. Also, she is pretty picky about who she chooses to go with to social functions. Whatever the reason, she was getting very lonely and sexually unfulfilled. Then she spotted my personal ad for escort service and decided to call me. Over time the relationship evolved. On one occasion she was pissed off when she called me and I said that I already had a date to escort another woman at the time that Christine wanted to see me. I thought that she was so pissed and jealous that she might terminate our arrangement, but she finally agreed to a session at a different time. When I next saw her she started asking questions about the other woman and what had happened. "Tell me about that woman you were with last Sunday. Is she good looking? How old is she? Did you screw her?" "Christine, I will not answer such questions about other clients. But remember that I will never tell another soul about what we do together. Can you accept the fact that I see other women? If not, we can't continue." She pouted a bit but accepted the situation. She was especially loving that time, giving me a really great blow job. Yes, a blow job. That wasn't part of our original deal but over time she has decided to pleasure me in return for my taking care of her needs. In fact, she now tells me that fellatio is one of her favorite activities. Our sessions have settled into a basic pattern (with a few surprises from time to time.) We start out by kissing and fondling each other. I use my hands, mouth and tongue on every part of her body to get her aroused. At this point I usually perform oral sex on her. That's a skill on which I pride myself; I know from the reaction of my clients that most have never had their pussies eaten, or that the guys involved didn't really enjoy oral sex. The next step for me is usually to fuck Christine. Luckily, for a guy who is into servicing women, I can have many orgasms within a short period of time. It's a valuable skill if you're going to do the sort of thing I do for women. I'm sure that one reason clients tend to continue with me is that I'm a much better lover than the other men that they know. That's due to good stamina, excellent technique, and real desire on my part. You cannot fake desire! More recently Christine has taken to sucking my cock before or after I fuck her. I remove the condoms from my dick so that I can enjoy getting sucked off. That way there's still a slight risk of catching something, but with condoms there's no fun at all for me when she goes down on me, and not much fun for her. She loves to lick my cock from my balls to the glans, slowly and with passion. Christine is one of the best cocksuckers that I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. She enjoys the taste of my semen, saying that it has a distinctive salty flavor - and she swallows it with relish. I get great pleasure from seeing her expression of lust and fulfillment as she gives me oral sex. I told her, "Chris, you're a very deceptive person. You come across almost as an unapproachable 'ice maiden' type to strangers. But when it comes to sex you have real lowdown slutty instincts, which I appreciate." The relationship with Christine has gotten much more intense (and complicated) recently. One day she questioned me about the sort of tasks that I normally perform as an escort for other women. I reminded her that, for most clients, I simply acted as an escort to various events, and that sex wasn't usually included. I hastened to add that sex with her was great. "Am I unusual in being so needy for sex?", she asked. "No, no, Chrissie - you're not unusual. Many women have strong sex drives but don't quite know how to get what they want. I like to see the expression on your face when I make love to you. I do this sort of thing for money but what I really get is satisfaction if I can satisfy a woman like you. And, of course, I have my own strong need for sex." After a pause, she said, "This coming weekend would you please take me to a new play that I want to see? I'm sure that I can get tickets. Let's make a real date of it. You know, pick me up at my place and then we'll have dinner, followed by the play. I'll make all the arrangements. And....I'd like you to spend the night with me - none of this quick fuck thing at the hotel. Naturally I'll pay for all expenses and whatever money you want for your time. Please do this for me, and I think you'll have a good time." I hesitated for a few moments and then agreed to see her on the following Saturday and spend the evening with her. When I showed up her apartment house on the Upper East Side that Saturday I felt very strange; it was like picking up a date many years ago when I was a high school kid. I was nervous as hell and wondered if she would like the evening with me. When Christine answered her door and let me in all I could do for a moment was stare. She looked quite beautiful and seductive. The idea of a woman that a woman who'd been paying me for sex was trying to seduce me was very strange. That's never happened with any of my other clients. At first I wasn't sure how I felt about a seduction scenario. On second thought, the idea of being seduced by Christine was arousing. Like most men, I'm accustomed to being in control. But she had taken control of the evening, and that was exciting to me. I knew enough about women's clothing to realize that she was wearing expensive and elegant things. Had I really been sucking and fucking that enchanting creature? I felt my dick respond to her with a mind of its own. Smart lady - she knew exactly what I was feeling and knew that her efforts to dress up had been successful. Her lips touched mine as we hugged and then she smiled and said, "You like?" "Whatever perfume you're wearing really turns me on. You know that I have an urge to take you to bed right now and eat your delicious pussy, don't you? You are some exciting woman!" "Later, my dear. We'll have the night together here. I hope that I won't have to rape you." "No rape needed. I'm not only ready for any kind of loving that you want, but I'm very aroused. You're really enticing tonight. I suppose we have to get going to make dinner on time. Do you have the theater tickets?" "No problem. Dinner reservations are in my name, and we'll pick up theater tickets at the box office. Let's go." She had picked a good French restaurant close to the theater so that we could just stroll to the play after dinner. This evening felt very strange in that events took place in the opposite order to what I was accustomed to. My early experiences of dating women when I was a young guy were typical. Dating a woman for the first time involved uncertainty about whether or not we would even hit it off. Then, if all went OK, I would try to get her into bed. But this was a woman with whom I'd already been having very hot sex! I knew her body and her sexual hot buttons very well but knew very little of her beyond that. The challenge now was to get to know the woman as well as I knew her body. The dinner went well - the food was good and we talked about ourselves in intimate detail. It was shaping up to be a very nice date so far. I felt quite mellow after a few drinks and very relaxed. I was staring at her cleavage during dinner, imagining what her nipples would feel like later when I planned to lick and suck them. I put my hand on her knee as we talked and managed to slip the hand under her skirt to her panties and get one finger under the panties and into her cunt. It was wet already! I withdrew the finger and sucked on it, tasting her pussy juices. What a great appetizer for the meal! I got very mellow and relaxed with the drinks and my lovely dinner companion. I told her about my struggles to make something of myself, and how I got started working for an escort agency to pay for the education. I've never discussed these things with a date before. At that point I was embarrassed to have talked about so much personal detail, but she put me at ease by listening intently. She did ask me if I'd ever gotten serious with a client. "A few times," I answered. "But usually the women were more serious than I. I've been asked three times by wealthy women old enough to be my mother to marry them. They were very nice ladies but that wasn't for me. There was one special case, a middle-aged widow from Norway who had lots of money and wanted me to move to Europe and live with her. She was some wild woman! She was into kinky sex and introduced me to BDSM. I spent two weeks in Amsterdam with her - going to various S&M clubs. It was wild, and the sex was exciting. But I realized after a few weeks that her fantasies were more extreme than what I wanted in my private life. I didn't want to beat the shit out of her or have her do that to me." Then Christine opened up about herself; her cheating husband and his "boyfriends", and with her disgust at being both a coverup for his homosexual activities and a "trophy wife" as well. Then she got into how tough it was for a woman to head a company in a business that was mostly run by men. It was no wonder that she was fed up with men who considered her a rival and a threat. She wanted a man who would let her be herself - sexually and in other ways as well. At the theater we held hands. For the life of me, I can't remember a damn thing about the play. I was so taken with Christine that I couldn't focus on what was happening on stage. At one point she reached over and placed her left hand on the bulge in my pants and slowly rubbed my cock! I almost came right then. After the play we hopped a cab to her place. "Spread wide for me," I whispered and put my hand under her skirt and played with her pussy as the cab proceeded uptown. As we entered her apartment I put my arms around her and we embraced. She broke the clinch after a few minutes. "Let me have your jacket, Richard," she said. "Let's get comfortable and I'll put out some brandy. Sit on the couch and relax." She hung up my jacket and turned up some soft music on the hi-fi set in the corner. Then she came out with two brandies, set them down and headed to the bedroom while saying, "be right back. Relax." I sat there sipping my brandy and listening to the music. After five minutes she reappeared wearing a white terry cloth robe. It was tied loosely in front, making it obvious that she was naked beneath the robe. As she sat next to me on the couch I had to laugh. "Christ, Chrissie - soft music, low lighting and brandy. You've seen too many seduction scenes in the movies." I should have known that it would piss her off but couldn't help making the remark, being a wiseass by nature. That was a mistake. I almost blew it. She turned away and was about to get up in anger. But I put my arms around her to keep her on the couch. "Hey, I'm sorry Christine. I'm a stupid joker and couldn't resist the remark. I apologize. Please forgive me - I want to make love to you and I'm sorry that I almost screwed up the evening for us. Let me make it up to you. I'll play the scene tonight the way you want it to go. OK?" She was still pissed but I held her and kissed her until she relaxed, finally saying, "You were being a bit of a prick. But I'll forgive you. If I weren't so horny I'd probably tell you to leave. Put on the robe I laid out for you in the bedroom and come back here for your brandy." She had put out a matching robe for me. I took off my clothes, put on the robe, and came back out to the living room. We sat side by side on the couch, sipping brandy and listening to the music. I turned to her and opened her robe. I kissed her throat and then licked and sucked her nipples. I could sense her arousal. She nibbled on my ear as I bent over to work on her nipples. I worked my way South with my tongue, heading for the Promised Land of love and sex. I could smell the aroma already rising from her cunt and it was intoxicating. I love the smell and taste of cunt, especially when the woman is aroused. My tongue found her clitoris which was already wet, exposed, and ready for pleasure. As I made love to her clit with my tongue and mouth I inserted a finger into her vagina and finger fucked her as I sucked on the clit. She exploded with a spasm that shook her body. I wanted still more; so I straddled Christine with my head right over her pussy and used my tongue and mouth on her labia and clit again. She raised her head and moved it up and down while embracing my dick with her mouth as I ate her pussy. That's about the most intimate thing a man and woman can do together. It was a tremendous turnon to perform oral sex on each other at the same time. She played with the sensitive area between my asshole and my balls as she gave me head. The final touch that brought me to orgasm was her finger playing with the sensitive nerves surrounding my anus and then probing beyond there into my rectum. I awoke from a deep sleep the next morning when Christine shook my shoulder and announced that breakfast was ready. She was still in her robe - I put on mine and joined her in the kitchen. She had laid out orange juice, a pot of freshly made coffee, and English muffins. We sat there relaxing over breakfast when Christine announced that she was going to give me a "concentration test." "What the hell is that?" I said. "Just sit there and concentrate on breakfast while I conduct the test. OK?" "Well, that's alright with me," I said, getting into the mood. "I've always been good at tests." "We'll see if you pass this test. Remember that you have to concentrate on breakfast no matter what I do." She opened my robe and then knelt down between my legs and put her hand around my flaccid cock. There was only small motion of the cock as she applied pressure and stroked it. But she didn't seem discouraged; she reached for the raspberry jam on the table and smeared it over my cock. Then she put my penis in her mouth and lovingly sucked on it. As I watched her head going up and down I could feel the beginning of an erection. Amazing, after all that action last night! I put my head back and just enjoyed the blow job. When I came she sucked up the spurt of white cum and swallowed it with gusto. Love For Sale "How did I do on the test?," I asked as she wiped white ejaculate from her face. "I'd give you a B-Minus," she replied. "You lost some concentration at the end. Maybe you'll retake the test later." "Not today. I'll have to get dressed soon and get back to my own pad. I've things to do at home. Let's repeat the test the next time I see you." An hour later I put on my clothes and prepared to leave. As we kissed at the door she put some money in my jacket pocket. I pulled out the wad of cash and did a quick count; it seemed like quite a bit to me. "Hey, Chrissie," I said. "This seems like too much...." She cut me off with a kiss, saying, "Rich, it was worth every cent to me. You're a great lover and I'd rather spend the money on you than anything else." Perhaps the most surprising thing that's happened to me in my years of escort work was the phone call I got from her about ten days later, on a weekday evening. "Richard, I want to share some wonderful news with you. I just got an offer of financial backing from an investment group I've been talking to recently. They are going to back me and want to do an IPO and bring my company to market within six months. They think the time is ripe to do this deal. I'm so pleased and excited. You're the first one I've told." What I found astonishing was that there was no mention of a date or sex - just plain enjoyment at the sharing of good news. "Whoops," I thought to myself. "This is getting serious. We're getting into 'sharing' now; not just sex." "Great," I said. "Let's have a drink on that tonight. We'll meet at 'Jasper's,' that place around the corner from you. I can be there in an hour. OK?" She agreed. We kissed when she entered and found me at a quiet back table. She was still glowing with excitement at the good news about her company. After a few drinks I decided to get down to serious matters. "Chris, I think we have to talk about the situation between us. You once asked me if I've ever been in love with a client. Well, it's happened between us, at least as far as I'm concerned. Do you feel that way about me?" "It's obvious, isn't it? I get jealous as hell when you are with other women. And you were the first person I called with the good news. It may seem strange to fall for a guy who fucks you for money, but I think I ought to accept love in whatever form it takes. Life without love is pretty damn empty." "I'm willing to commit to not dating other women and not asking you to pay me any money. But we ought to realize that things could change in the future. Can we agree now that either one of us will be able to call the relationship off, without any crap about assigning fault?" ...after a long pause, she said, "That's fine with me, with one small change. I want to keep paying you money for what you do for me. That may sound strange, but I find that the thought of paying for sex excites me. It's a form of dominance, I suppose - I like the thought of being in control. Maybe we'll experiment with S&M in the future to see how the dominance thing plays out. How do you feel about that?" "....well, S&M might be interesting. But I still feel funny about taking money from you." She laughed and said, "How about my investing the money for you in some nice mutual funds or stocks? That way you might even get rich as well as fucked and sucked." Ah, love and money in the Big City! We agreed that Christine would invest the payments for me and went up to her apartment to celebrate our new arrangement. * * * * * Copyright 2000 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome.