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

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1

... asked. "Is there a game here today?”

I laughed and tried to clear up his confusion. "No, but that's the only thing happening at my house today."

"Oh, the men at home are all watching games?" Sam asked.

"Just one man," I replied.

I had to figure Sam put two and two together and knew I was talking about my husband because he glanced down at my hand where my wedding band and engagement ring clearly showed.

"You married, Sam?" I asked.

"Divorced,” he replied, then added. "Almost two years now."

"How long have you been married, Margaret?" Sam asked.

I replied. "Fourteen years."

"Happily?" Sam inquired.

I glanced over at him and, after thinking for a moment, said. "Seven out of twelve months, yes."

His somewhat confused expression told me to explain.

"The other five months are football season," I added sheepishly.

Buster lifted his head and looked at me. His big puppy dog eyes almost begged me to scratch his head again. I lifted my hand and slowly ran my nails through his soft fur while waiting for Sam to say something.

Instead, Sam placed his hand over mine and then asked. "Margaret, what does a football widow do for fun during the season?" His eyes searched mine as he increased the pressure on my hand.

Without losing eye contact, I explained. "Until now, I shopped a lot and got very bored."

"And this season?" Sam inquired.

"I'll still shop a lot, but the bored part ain't happening," I answered.

Sam removed his hand from ...

... mine and lifted it to the back of the bench behind me. He turned to face me more directly and then asked. "Have you ever cheated on your husband?”

"Never."

"Does he know?" Sam asked.

"Does he know I'm thinking of having an affair?" I asked.

"Yes," Sam said.

"Honestly, I don't think he even remotely thinks it could happen," I answered. "He thinks I have too much to lose."

"Do you?" Sam asked.

"I probably do, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna endure another long season as a celibate,” I quickly answered.

"I've been celibate for over three years,” Sam admitted.

"Why?" I asked.

Sam explained. "For the last year of our marriage, my ex and I didn't have sex. She was involved with another man, and I knew about it. Until our divorce was final, the thought of having sex with her turned my stomach."

"And since?" I asked.

"I'm forty-one years old; getting back into the dating scene doesn't come easy to an over forty graying, out-of-shape man," Sam explained.

"I think that little touch of gray is sexy, Sam, and you're not that outta shape," I said, smiling at him.

Sam smiled widely at me. "Thank you, Margaret. I think you're very sexy, too,” he said.

Buster settled his snout back down to the bench, and I slipped my hand from his head to his master's thigh.

"Someone recently called me a MILF,” I said.

He smiled back at me and moved his hand from the bench to my back. "You're not old enough to be a MILF, Margaret,” Sam whispered.

Sam began ...