My Wife, The Escort 1 & 2 (My Wife, The Escort Season 1) by Victoria Kasari

Author:Victoria Kasari [Kasari, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: hotwife, cuckold erotica, wife sharing, wife swapping, prostitute, hooker, escort, call girl
Publisher: Scorching Press
Published: 2015-04-08T07:00:00+00:00

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Read on for Part Two!

And so we started to plan. I’m an architect and Harriet’s an advertising exec. Between us, we’re pretty good at planning.

First, the hotel. We found one that was just as Harriet had described it: close enough to San Jose that no one we knew would bother to stay there on business, but far enough away that they wouldn’t stop in at the hotel bar. And we picked a place that catered mainly to business people, from the same chain as our first one. That meant we could pay for the room from our points account and it didn’t cost us a dime.

In fact—and this was the thought that made me freeze when I thought of it, my cock rising in my pants—if it worked, we’d finish the night ahead. We were actually going to make money, selling my wife.

Next, the outfit. Harriet had gotten a good look at the escorts in the first hotel we’d visited and she said that less was more. She needed to look classy not slutty. So she bought a new dress that was just slightly more revealing than the one she’d worn for our night away, a deep red one with a scoop neck but with a fairly long hem to balance it out. It was tight enough to show off her gorgeous figure, her full breasts visible as swells beneath the scarlet fabric and tempting half-globes of creamy flesh above. It hugged her waist but wasn’t so tight on her hips and ass that it looked tacky. After some experimentation on the bar stools at our kitchen counter, we found the hem could be strategically slid up to reveal more of her legs, or kept down for a more demure look. We figured that gave us options.

Harriet got her nails and hair done that lunchtime, telling the other women in her office that she was going out with me on a romantic date out of town. It was weird—and a turn on—to think that she was making herself ready for someone else.

I had our bags packed and met Harriet out of work so we could set out straightaway. The two hour drive was...an experience. We talked about what we were going to do, going round and round on whether we should or shouldn’t. Twice, I pulled over so that I could turn to her properly and ask her whether she was sure she wanted to go through with it.

She was. And I was.

On the third time we pulled over, we talked about the jealousy. She wanted, then demanded to know how I felt about some other man touching her, kissing her and being inside her.

I stared at the steering wheel for a long time, tracing it with my fingertips. “It turns me on,” I said. “You know that. The idea of another guy fucking you.”

“The idea of it,” she said. “What if it’s different in real life? What if you get angry? What if it comes between us?”

I looked at her, trying to imagine it.

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