Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1

I slept till noon the morning after Barry, and I had made love during the fourth quarter. Slipping into my fluffy white robe, I went to the kitchen.

"Morning, Margaret," Barry said, not lifting his eyes from the sports section.

"Good morning, Barry," I replied.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat across the table from him. I let my robe fall open at the top, exposing my luscious breasts to him, hoping he would notice and decide on a follow-up fuck session in the kitchen.

I figured he only wanted to satisfy one craving that day—his inexhaustible craving for football. I flipped him off, but he didn't notice. I suspected I could have crawled under the table and taken his fat cock in my mouth, and he wouldn't have noticed.

It was the Sunday before the start of the regular season, and my wonderful husband was beginning to act like the pigskin zombie he turned into every fall since our wedding day.

"Fuck you!" I thought to myself. I stood up and tied my robe closed tightly. He wouldn't see these twin orbs of pleasure until after the Pro Bowl in February.

I walked out on the deck and sat by the pool to finish my coffee. Alone and stewing about the prospects of another long, boring season.

The night before, Barry had, to put it mildly, fucked me senseless, but I figured he had decided to give me one good fuck before he zombied out on me for the next four months.

I finished my coffee and, without regard to who might be watching, dropped my robe and ...

... dove into the pool's deep end. A couple of laps would wash the residue of his sex from my body and perhaps cleanse my mind of any idea that my son of a bitch husband would satisfy me again before Valentine's Day.

To make sure of my assumption regarding his interests, I walked back into the house dripping wet, dragging my robe on the floor behind me.

Barry had moved to the den and was engrossed in the special pull-out Pro Preview section of the Sunday paper.

As I walked across the room completely naked and dripping wet, he said. "You going shopping today, Margaret?" He never lifted his eyes from the paper or noticed I was before him naked as a jaybird. He never saw that he could throw me down on the carpet and slam his fat cock into any hole he chose.

"I believe I will," I replied after walking away and heading for my bedroom.

Barry's addiction to football made me jealous. His obsession with the game made me angry, and his lack of attention made me want to find someone who hated football and would pay me the attention I demanded.

As I dressed, I got more jealous, angry, and craving attention. I decided that for the next four months, I was going to be a cock hunting MILF, and the thought of that excited me.

Twenty minutes later, I came bounding down the stairs and, in passing, said. "Later, baby."

Barry didn't look up from his preview section; he just replied. "Have a good time, Margaret."

If he only knew what kind of good time I was planning, he'd have ...