My friend Anna knew how to live rich. She was always shopping for clothes and things for her house and it seemed she had an endless supply of money. My husband, who was her husband's boss, and I would often discuss their seemingly endless supply of money. She was an ultra sound tech and he was a department manager. Their income simply couldn't support their lifestyle. We were baffled.
Every Thursday, we girls would get together at Starbucks for coffee and gossip. It was our little escape. I was a stay at home mom and she only worked nights and weekends on-call at the hospital. This weekly ritual was something we both really enjoyed.
Our weekly routine continued for nearly two years and we became the best of friends. We shared stories about our past boyfriends, our husbands, and just about anything we could think of. We trusted each other completely. She was a great friend, a good wife and mother and she always seemed to enjoy life to the fullest. I'm a bit ashamed to say it, but at times I was a little envious of her.
One day, during one of our Starbuck days I admitted my envy to her after hearing about her wonderful weekend getaway and the new clothes she got for the trip. I said: "Anna, how do you do it?" "You're always buying expensive new things, you drive new cars, your house is decorated to the nine's." "I know how much your husband makes and I can't imagine you make you make what it takes to keep buying this stuff." "Are you guys selling drugs or something?"
She took my hand and said: "I'm going to tell you my deepest, darkest, secret, ok?" I nodded and sat quietly waiting for her to begin.
Five years ago, I met a young girl at work, an intern in my department. She was working herself through school. She was very bubbly and cute and we quickly became good friends. She always wore the prettiest outfits, had the nicest, most expensive purses, jewelry, and drove an expensive car. One day, she confided in me that at night she was an escort and the money was great. I was taken aback but very intrigued too. From that day on, I couldn't wait to see her at work. I loved to hear stories about her adventures. She mostly met with wealthy men; lawyers, doctors, and businessmen; most of them married. Generally, her "dates" were with nice guys and they treated her very well. She made a ton of money.
I became more intrigued and every day relentlessly asked her questions. One day she asked if I would be interested in doing it. I got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. "I'm a married woman I said." "You'd be surprised how many married women there are doing this" she said. "If you want, I'll help you along; show you the ropes so to speak." "The money is out of this world."
Half hearted, I said "Ok, maybe I will." The next day she came to work with a digital camera to take my photo and she handed me a questionnaire to fill out. I answered the questions and gave it back to her. She told me to expect a phone call later.
Later that night the call came; it was "the pimp." He liked my picture and the answers to my questionnaire. He'd be in touch again soon and I would need to be ready to roll.
That was my start and from that time forward, that's what I've done; mostly with wealthy men, occasionally with couples, and even with a woman. My husband knows nothing of this. Just remember, never repeat this to anyone!
I was floored by her confession yet excited by it too. We spent several hours more at Starbucks talking about her experiences. It was apparent the person I thought I knew was someone completely different. I had mixed feelings about her as well; I couldn't make up my mind about being angry for her lies and deceit or jealous about her wild double life. I said: "My god Anna, I don't know how you can do it!" "Don't you feel guilty?" I went on and on with my questions. All the while, I had now had the butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of her answers. My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts and ideas. I said; "Anna, I want to do it!" I saw the surprise in her face. I know she considered me quite "vanilla" and she's actually right, but I couldn't resist the urge to be more like her; or maybe it was the naughtiness, taboo or just my lust or jealousy.
We talked about everything over the several days. She would try to arrange it so that my first would be with a regular of hers; an attorney who always requested two girls.
On Friday night I got the call. We were to meet him at his house. I would pick her up so we could talk on the way there. I told my husband I was meeting Anna for dinner and out the door I went; a bundle of nerves.
I picked her up then drove us to our first job. He was a really nice guy who like being with two women. He offered us a drink, and we chatted a few minutes. He asked us to kiss and fondle each other's breasts. He sat on the bed massaging his cock through his pants. He asked us to take off our clothes and lie on bed. He started kissing my nipples and touching me all over. It felt good. Anna unzipped his pants and slid them off his body. She started to suck his already hard cock.
He asked her to eat my pussy and she promptly complied. Softly, she licked my wet pussy working her tongue and lips on my swollen, hot clit. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bliss. My mind was racing with dirty thoughts about what I was doing. I couldn't complain so far - I liked it. Several minutes later, he put on a condom and kneeled behind her. He gently inserted his cock in her pussy while she continued licking my pussy. The scene continued for ten minutes or so. I looked up to his face; he was truly enjoying himself. He then dismounted her. I could see in his eyes he was ready for me now. I opened my legs to allow him access. I was so wet and horny now. Without much effort, he put his cock in my married pussy. He powerfully slid in and out for several more minutes until he tensed up to released his load. I wrapped my legs around him pulling his cock in as deep as possible and I rocked my hips for him until his tense body became relaxed.
He asked us girls to continue while he watched. She buried her head between my legs and went to work on my pussy once more. I wasn't long before I had an orgasm. She rolled on her back and I returned the favor.
That was it, the deed was done. We dressed and collected our cash. In one hour I had fucked a total stranger and had my first encounter with a woman. I felt completely alive and somehow, I didn't feel bad about what I'd done. I confessed I couldn't wait for the next call. It was the most delicious secret I've ever had.
Over the next several years, I made a lot of money but more than that, I developed an incredible urge to be fucked by strangers. I felt so alive bringing pleasure to strangers that the money didn't even matter.
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