When my husband Wade described his fantasy about me being a high-class hooker, I saw a way of getting the birthday present that I craved.
I coveted a pre-owned Cartier Tank American watch, but knew the hefty price tag would seem too steep to him – so I agreed to play along with his fantasy, secretly planning to use it to my advantage.
I started that evening when Wade rang to suggest we go out for supper. I had nothing on, but lied that I had another appointment. Wade was intrigued. Was I seeing someone? Could he make an appointment of his own? “Maybe,” was my reply. “You have to pay to join my client list in the first place.” That evening I arranged for Ben, a friend from work, to take me out. It was important that Wade understood the fantasy could be real, and you should have seen his face when my ‘client’ drove me off in his Mercedes.
“That was really sexy. You’re so sultry around other men,” enthused Wade when I returned later. “So what do I need to do in order to become a client?” I mused for less than three seconds before telling him my heart’s desire. I wouldn’t stop fucking other, carefully-selected men, but the watch would mean I spent a night with him.
Lo and behold, I was given my present the next evening, after I’d returned from another intricately concocted evening out with a male associate. Wade carefully clipped the watch around my wrist and told me that I looked utterly desirable. “Lie on the bed,” I instructed him. “You’ll wear a condom like all my clients. We have one hour and you mustn’t kiss me.”
Wade’s erection stood up tall like a towering tree, its head all swollen and covered in pre-come. The urge to suck it was immense, but business-women don’t do that. Instead, I took one of the condoms from my handbag and rolled it slowly down his shaft. It was a good snug fit, and my choice of rubber would lengthen Wade’s arousal and make sure that I enjoyed myself to the full.
Pulling my tight pencil skirt up until it stretched across my hips, and then stripping away my pants, I sank down onto Wade’s cock. Feeling it bulge inside me was fantastic and it was extremely difficult not to show that I was near orgasm, so to distract him I touched my pussy and gave him my fingers to suck on. Wade dutifully licked them, allowing me to concentrate on my gorgeous new watch. I rose and fell on his manhood, feeling it entering me deeply, throbbing and jerking with excitement. When Wade then climaxed vigorously, his body thrusting upwards, he was too aroused to notice my deep sigh as the orgasm coursed through me. I managed to keep my breathing steady, controlled my expression and rode his cock over the rest of our mutual climax.
When I lifted off Wade he exclaimed, “That was fantastic…” I was a siren, a mistress, a posh madam. How had it been for me, he wondered? “It was business,” I replied. “Clients are just business. I’m sorry.” “Can I see you again?” Wade asked, slipping back into role alongside me.
I checked my new watch as though planning my next appointment, then replied, “Yes. But you’ll have to book a date in advance. It won’t always be convenient, you know.
