Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... cave,” I replied.

"Never would, Margaret," Barry said. "Maybe you could go shopping with one of your friends,” he suggested.

Barry pulled his E-class into the garage, and as we walked into the kitchen, he said. "Margaret, I'm bushed. I think I'm gonna turn in."

I rolled my eyes at him and replied. "Whatever.”

"Oh yeah, another football season and another sexual dry spell,” I thought.

Fourteen years is a long time to be completely faithful, and I suspected that was about to change.

I fell asleep that night, wondering if every man becomes a football zombie this time of year.

Saturday morning dawned clear and chilly; I had some coffee on the patio, wearing an oversized white fluffy bathrobe. Our pool is very secluded, with a high fence and even higher arborvitae growing on the inside. Barry and I often swim naked at night. I even remember him fucking me poolside a few times. At least, I think I remember that. It could have been a fantasy, also.

Around eleven, it had warmed enough that I considered a swim. Barry was already in his man cave watching the pregame shows, so I just walked over to the edge of the shallow end and slid my robe off my shoulders.

Even though the air had warmed, the pool water was downright cold. As I dipped my shoulders under the surface, I could feel my nipples instantly harden. Ever since my augmentation surgery, my nipples have become ultra-sensitive. The slightest temperature change causes them to harden and become taut ...

... enough that tiny beads of flesh pop out along the edge of my areola, surrounding the larger nipple in the middle.

I slowly massaged both tight nipples below the surface of the water. Even in the cold water, I felt warmth between my thighs. I left one hand on my nipple while I slid the other down between my thighs. My middle finger found the slit of my pussy and dipped inside softly, stroking my erect clit and deeper.

As I slowly brought myself to another self-induced orgasm, I thought, "This is such bullshit. I wanna get fucked; if my prick of a husband won't service me, then I was bound and determined to find some man who would."

I almost rushed back to my bedroom, finally deciding to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed a quick shower to freshen up, and I was ready to choose what to wear.

I opted for a white lace bra with a deep plunging front that revealed more cleavage than I usually reveal. A matching white lace thong pulled high on my hips and tight through the crotch.

White dress slacks that clung perfectly to my naked ass cheeks, a white silk blouse sheer enough to show the fancy lace of my bra. A pair of white pumps finished my almost virginal appearance.

Glancing at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my closet door, I thought something wasn't exactly correct. Then it dawned on me. I had on a sexy bra that showed off my full breasts, and I wasn't taking advantage of it.

Unbuttoning two more buttons of the blouse did the trick. Some ...