My Husband Wants You to Fuck Me

"Monica, this is Erica's loss. I am looking forward to getting to know you."

"Oh honey, that is music to my ears. Let me guess, Erica told you I am a slut. She did, didn't she?"

"Between you and me, yes those were her exact words."

"Well honey, I am sad to say she knows me better than anyone else. I confess, I am a slut, but the men who desire to get to know me better. Well, let's just say none have been disappointed, if you know what I mean." I gave him a wink and even grabbed hold of his hard cock and gave it a squeeze and held on as I looked into his eyes. "Oh, my! Erica told me she had landed a stud. I do believe that girl got herself quite a trophy catch."

"Monica, we probably should head down to the restaurant. I am hungry and I am sure you are as well."

"Honey, what I have suddenly developed a hunger for, they don't serve in that restaurant."

"I am sure we can find something on the menu you will find appetizing. If not we can order room service and see if we can find something better here in the room."

"Sounds great. Let's not waste time. By the way dear, how late were you planning on staying this evening before heading home to Erica?"

"It sound like she may be tied up late into the night. I really want to get to know you better. I am in no hurry."

We headed down to the hotel restaurant. It really was a high end restaurant and I had to make the reservations well in advance. Ben's reaction to play along with my game was perfect. I was looking forward to a fun evening. We were seated and studying the menu. "Monica, I don't mean to be forward, but I noticed in the lobby something I thought you should know. In the lights you blouse, is, well, I can see through it a little."

"Really? Thank you for letting me know. I shopped all over for this blouse and the sales lady told me people would be able to see my nipples. It is nice to know she wasn't just trying to make a sale, but knew what she was talking about." Ben looked at me grinning. He slightly shook his head as if he didn't believe what was going on and how I was acting. "Ben, can you do me a favor?"

"I will try, what is it?"

"I know what people think of me and I prefer honesty, if you understand. Most people think I am just a pretty face with no brains. Most think I am a high dollar escort. Sometimes it is easier to swim with the flow rather than swim against the current. What I am trying to say, is I would feel a lot better if you just treated me as one of those nice escorts whose purpose in life is to make others happy. Do you think you could do that for me?"

"You want me to act and treat you like an escort?"

"Yes. I said I am a slut. I just prefer it that way. Hell, if you want to pay me for a very enjoyable evening, I will be happy to play my part too, and I think you get my drift." I winked and he grinned. I could tell he was having fun.

"Monica, I am a married man, but you are Erica's friend. Just out of curiosity, how much would a guy be expected to pay for a very nice evening, as you said?"

"For three hours, or the entire night?"

His smile got even bigger. "Monica, as I said I am in no hurry to get home. You are such a charming and fascinating lady, I think the whole night would be nice. We can have room service bring us breakfast before we head out. You may need to cover with Erica for me."

"Not to worry honey. Tell you what, since it is just pretend that I am an escort, a thousand for the night would be fine. Just a token amount to make it seem real."

"A THOUSAND DOLLARS? SERIOUSLY?"

"Yea, I know I am worth much more, but since you are almost family, well, you know..."

"Okay, Monica, but I do expect a fantastic night for someone as sexy as you."

I reached over and took his hand in mine. I am so happy the business is out of the way and we can get down to enjoying each other's company. Just wait till I get you back to the room. I am going to show you some tricks I never taught Erica. I like this dark corner of the restaurant, don't you? Feel free to tough and use the merchandise, after all, you paid for the whole night."

"Monica, this evening has been quite a surprise. I am certainly getting to know Erica's friend much better."

That night was the most amazing time Ben and I have spent together. The fantasy of me being his paid escort and he someone I had never met before was exciting beyond belief. I was able to get into my role and act as Monica had been portrayed. She was a slut with no cares in the world. She was confident of her sexual prowess and was eager to show her college friend's husband the time of his life and show him how exciting sex could be.

As I was awaken the following morning, Ben was behind me with his arms around me, holding me tight against his chest. Should I continue in my role, or break from it so husband and wife could talk? I decided to let Ben make the decision. I felt him kissing my neck and squeezing my breasts. His hard cock between my thighs let me know he was as happy as I was. "Erica that was the best sex we have ever had. You were amazing last night. Your friend Monica is someone I really want to have visit us from time to time. She was more than a man could expect, but I am afraid she may not come back."

"I am so happy you liked meeting her, but why don't you think she will come back?"

"Well, it is a little embarrassing to admit, but I cheated her and didn't pay her the money she earned. She was worth every penny and much more."

"If you didn't pay her, I know her well enough to know she will be back to collect one day very soon."

"I certainly hope so. The problem is I may spend even more money when she returns."

"That is the chance you take. Maybe you want me to earn some money. Are you still interested in that?"

"Really? If that is what you want, yes it would please me very much, but we really don't need the money if you feel awkward negotiating and collecting money."

"I am still not totally sold on it, but if you still want for us to try it, I am much more open to considering it, but only if it is what you want. I am perfectly happy having Monica visit occasionally."

"Honey, just thinking of it has me so hard."

"Yes, I know. That spike of yours in poking me."

Chapter 4 -- Placing Advertisement

I thought about Ben wanting me to experience another man quite a bit. On one hand it was exciting, but on the other hand, it made me nervous, no, it made me extremely nervous. I had always been open for new adventures, but this one had me wondering if this might be one step too far. The risks were obvious, but Ben was so excited and I had never seen him want something more than this. I decided I would do it, but was not sure how to go about it.

I considered my options. Given that Ben wanted me to get fucked, I even considered applying for a job at an escort agency. I ruled that out since I would not have a choice who I was meeting. That really would be prostitution. I really was not in this to get paid. It was to fuel my husband's fantasies more than anything. My next two options included meeting a guy at a bar or other public location. Find one I found acceptable then go with him to where he wanted to take me.

My preference was to meet a business man traveling through our city. I thought spending time at his hotel would be better than going to some local's home. As I said earlier, we live in a large city so business men were always traveling in and out of town on business. I reasoned that I could wait for a guy staying at a high end hotel. My thinking was that only someone with the finances to afford the price of the room would be eligible. Not that I was looking for a sugar daddy, but I felt my chances of finding a creep were significantly reduced.

I had heard of some Internet sites where you could post ads in Personals sites. One I checked out offered different categories depending on what one was looking for. The site listed the ads my all the major cities as well as regional locations.

Not liking the idea of the bar scene, I felt safer with the Internet Personals. That way I could look at several, ask questions and pick a man I felt good about. I could even ask them for a photo. If I chickened out, I could simply shut down my computer and they would never know who I was. I decided on a name to use on-line. I has always like the name Lisa, so I became Lisa. No last name was needed. I set up a web mail account I would use just for my online activity.

I told Ben what I was doing and he begged me for all my passwords and email address. He said he wanted to be able to read what I was saying and what the guys were writing to me. I gave him what he wanted. After all, this was more his thing than it was mine. I just told him I did not want him writing things to the guys that I was not aware of or prepared to follow through on.

With email set up and the web site account created I read a lot of the ads to see how they were worded. I picked the heading "Women Seeking Men" to post my advertisement in. I worked on it writing it and reading it over and over until finally I asked Ben to compose it for me as if it was written by me. I told him I didn't want to reveal I am married. He agreed and was eager to compose my ad. I told him it could not look like I was a slut, or doing this for money. He said he understood and got busy writing. The ad read:

28 yo female seeking casual relationship with masculine gentleman who knows how to treat a lady. Prefer 35 to 55 year old height/weight proportional professional business man traveling through my city. My southern belle accent drives men wild. I like spending time in front of the fireplace in my man's arms as I listen to him tell me his life experiences. If you have some free evening time you would like to spend with a cute female in your arms. Your info and photo gets photo of me. Tell me what we would do if we spent an evening together. I am not a professional and this is not a solicitation. Just a lonely girl looking to meet interesting man.

I read Ben's ad and told him I liked it. My concern was the photo. "What photo am I going to send these guys? I don't want a photo of me circulating the Internet."

Ben told me not to worry. "Babe, relax I have an idea. These guys want to see some skin, but I think a nude would send the message of prostitute. I think a photo of you in one of your bikinis wearing a floppy hat with the brim concealing your face, or a sun umbrella held to hide your face would be good. Once you get it down to someone you are ready to meet, and he presses you for a more revealing photo, we could send a topless photo, or at least something that offered a little more excitement."

"Okay, I can go along with at least the bikini and hat, but we will have to see how it goes to show any more than that. Whatever photos I send they can't have my face showing." It was settled. I posted the ad and waited to see what would happen.

Not sure what to expect I was shocked at the number of replies I received. Some were downright vulgar. How could any man expect a woman to want to meet him if he talked like that to her? Evidently that approach worked with some women, but I certainly was not one. I simply deleted those. If there wasn't a photo I moved those to the back of the line, but not eliminate them outright. The men who gave their age and it was not in my desired range were deleted. I even received replies from boys under eighteen years old. I did respond to those and told them to find a nice high school girl, ask her to a movie and to always be a gentleman. Even with some serious deleting, I still had a lot. Maybe this was not such a good idea, but with Ben's assistance we began going through the list.

We had reviewed all those with photos attached, so we began those without photos. After reviewing all of the responses I didn't find any that were of interest.

This continued for three weeks. Ben was not giving up, but my optimism this was the correct approach was beginning to fade. It was not that we didn't find any, some were possibilities. I even sent a few of the photos Ben had taken of me at the beach. He took a bunch of photos and we picked four we both looked sexy, but not slutty. I sent a few of those to the guys who sent photos, but most of the guys one of us though sounded promising later turned out to be a creep. Into the fourth week we received a strange response. It came from a local company. A manager sent a response telling me about a client they had coming into town whose wife could not join him for the trip. He expressed a desire to spend some time with a local woman, but he did not want her to be from an escort agency. The manger included his name and phone number. I was intrigued. I called the company and pretended to be a vendor. I told the person answering the phone I needed to verify that this person was a manager at their company and that the phone number he gave was accurate. The girl on the phone was very helpful and verified the information. I asked her for his email address and it matched the one sending the email we received. I thanked her and hung up.

At least the guy sending the response was who he said he was. Before calling and talking to him Ben sent an email from my web account telling the guy I was interested and wanted to know when the man would be arriving and where he would be staying. Ben, writing as me, explained I was the Girl Next Door type and included two of the photos he had taken. He emphasized I was not a professional and I simply wanted to meet interesting men. He sent the email with the photos and we waited for a response.

We were startled when fifteen minutes later we got a response. The guy explained the visiting executive would be in town the following week and would like to get together Monday evening, if possible. He said if we hit it off, the man would more than likely want to spend other evening during that week with me if I was available. He said he liked my photo and was forwarding them to the man. He asked I call him on his direct like to firm up the details.

We read the email together. When I finished, Ben was looking at me. "Well, honey, what do you think?"

"I don't know. It is the best one we have had respond. He is a business executive and sounds like the local company is trying to wine and dine him. After all how many companies actually set up dates for their clients."

"Are you going to call this guy?"

"I guess, but first I want to block our number." I waited and was thinking. "I know we have talked about this, but are you sure this is what you want? He may be impotent and seriously just want to talk to someone. That is a possibility. Are you sure you want this?"

"You know I do. If he just wants to talk and is not interested in getting his cock in you, it is very certain he is gay. Babe, you are beautiful and even though you are not offering sex, sex is what he is going to want. I guarantee that for sure."

"Okay, but you better be sure on this." I blocked my number and placed the call to the local manager. The phone began ringing when I heard a click. "Hello?"

"Yes, this is Lisa. You emailed me."

"Oh, yes Lisa. Thank you so much for calling me back. By the way, I love your accent. I sent your photo to the visiting executive. He was impressed and is very anxious to meet you."

"What is he expecting from me?"

"He would like someone to take to dinner and have an intelligent conversation with that does not include anything to do with business. He said he wants to relax with an attractive lady and enjoy the evening."

"Is he expecting more from me than that?"

"Lisa, I will be right up front with you so you can make an intelligent decision. He is a very successful businessman. He is at the high end of your age scale. He is in his mid 50s. Although I am not a good judge for you, the ladies here at the office think he is good looking. He is a lonely man and here lately his wife has not been traveling with him. To answer your question honestly, if you were open to more, I know he would like that, but it is not something he is expecting."

His comments made me feel a lot better about that whole situation. It would be a little strange fucking a man who could easily be old enough to be my father, but I do like older men. With this guy there was at least the possibility of making Ben's fantasy come true, but I would not be meeting with someone whose sole purpose was to get his cock in me.

"Lisa, are you still there?"

"Yes, I am still here."

"Are you still interested in spending at least one evening with him?"

"Yes, he sounds perfect."

"Lisa, I don't mean to be rude, but I need to know some things so we don't have problems. I know what you ad said, but I still have to ask."

"Sure. I understand. Don't be afraid of offending me. What are your questions?"

"First, are you interested in anything more than dinner and conversation?"

"It depends on how we connect at dinner, but yes, I am open to exploring a more interesting evening if we both hit is off."

"Great. Don't take this wrong, but can we provide cab fare for you?"

"Sir, I am not meeting this man for money. I am not putting this evening on a clock. If you would like to provide me any compensation or reimbursement, I will not refuse it, but neither do I expect it. And, I understand why you had to ask. I am not offended."

"Excellent. His name is Mr. Maxwell. His first name is Bill. I will send you an email Monday morning to let you know the schedule. I do appreciate you meeting with Mr. Maxwell and do value your time. Even though you have not requested it, if it will not offend you, I will prepare an envelope for Mr. Maxwell to give you. It is just a small token to help with your travel to and from the hotel as well as compensate you for your time."

"Okay, but honest, it is not necessary. I am looking forward to spending some time with Mr. Maxwell and compensation is not necessary, but I do appreciate your consideration."

"Excellent. I look forward to what I am sure Mr. Maxwell contacting me Tuesday and asking for more time with you."

"Yes, that would be fine. I hope we hit it off and he enjoys the evening."

"One more thing Lisa. If you two hit it off, would you be available to spend the entire night, if Mr. Maxwell asked?"

"I will let you know Monday, but I am sure I can arrange my schedule to be able to spend the additional time with him if that is his wish."

"This could not have worked out better! I will tell Mr. Maxwell what we have discussed, even the more personal details, if you don't mind. I know his mood will be much better when he arrives Monday. Thank you so much for calling me."

"I don't mind you sharing our conversation with him and thank you for getting in touch with me. I will be looking forward to your email Monday. Good bye."

Chapter 5 -- Monday Morning

It was hard to believe it was already Monday morning. I had so much to do, and not sure I wanted to do any of it. As today approached I became more and more apprehensive. This really was the first time I would be with a man other than my husband. Did Ben really know the dangers this could bring to our marriage? He said he did, but I just wasn't sure he understood what could happen.

At this point I was pretty much committed. I was not doing much until I knew more about the schedule. I kept checking my email then at 11:00 I saw a new message. I opened it to see that Mr. Maxwell was in town. They offered to send a limo for me, but if I preferred he would like me to arrive at his hotel at 6 PM. The email included the room number he was checked into. There would be no need to speak to the front desk. Upon arrival we would briefly get acquainted, then leave for dinner. After dinner we would return to the hotel and the remainder of the evening and night were unscheduled. I thought this pretty much set everything into motion, destination "uncertain."