Lunch at an outdoor cafe

[iadoremywife]

We are sitting at an outdoor cafe having lunch as you tease me with a simple but familiar gleem of your eyes. You were figgiting with your hair, constantly brushing it back from your face. I could tell you had something on your mind. I recoginized the look on your face (I liked it).

We have just spent the morning together walking around the little seaside town. We had gone into a bookshop and were looking at different books. You had held on to one looking through it for for quite sometime. I really didn't think much of it.

You looked at me and ask a little nervously,
Do you know how much I love you?
Almost as much as I love you I replied. (she chuckled)
Do you rember the book I was reading in the book store?
I replied yes, I saw you reading it, what was it about.
Well, When I was in college, long before I met you I had a fantasy. The book was a true story about that very fantasy.
Oh? What was it about?

YOUR TURN!!!!

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

It was about a college girl. Just like I was back then, she was tight on tinances and hasd to buy the biooks for the next term.

She decided tyo get a job. There was nothing available that would work with her schedule, and none iof them paid enough to even bother with, so she made a huge decision.

She decided to become an escort and one of her friends was doing it so the friend got her an appointment with her boss.

I didnt tell him that it wasnt a fantasy. It was true.

Working one or two nights a week I earned enough to pay my tuition and didnt even need a student loan after that.

 

[iadoremywife]

Wow... So you are telling me you were a prostitute in college? Why haven't you ever told me about it?

It's not the kind of thing you mention to your husband.

I'll give you that, but why are you telling me now?

When I was standing there reading the book, I actually got weak in the knees, my pulse was rapid and I could feel my thighs were wet from moisture running down. You know I'm not wearing panties, she says as she grins. Honestly, I haven't thought about it much at all since college.

I didn't know what to say. Part of me was jealous as hell and the other parts were extremely excited. I decided not to express any opinion at that point. I just replied "Go on"

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

Now it was out in the open.

My secret was now known to my husband.

"I wasnt a prostitute. I was an escort. I went with a client to dinner and spent time with him for which I was paid half of the fee of 200 bucks an hour with a 4 hour minimum. That was 400 bucks for a date and any tips on top of that were all mine."

"Now do you want to hear about the tips? or would you consider me taking another similar job again to help us get on our feet with your hours cut and us needing the money?"