Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h - Sex Stories

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... know what’s going on with you at home…your marriage…that shit, but I like you…I’m attracted to you more than I’ve felt with any woman in a long time. I don’t mind admitting it; I’m pretty candid…don’t keep much in…you’ll see if we get to know each other better, but I don’t like the escort shit. You’re playing with fire, and sooner or later some asshole is gonna hurt you…bad…I’ve seen it too many times. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You trying to rescue me, like some stray puppy?” I said, perhaps a little angry at him.

He shook his head slowly, as if he were a parent disappointed in a wayward child’s behavior. “Yeah, I guess that’s it. Like a fuckin’ puppy. Don’t want you to end up in a damn pound.” Maybe he’s angry too. He muttered something else though I didn’t hear it all over the road noise—sounded like “or in the fucking morgue,” but I wasn’t sure.

When he dropped me off at my car, I told him, “You’re quite the man, you know.” We kissed. He was restrained but some of his passion came through, like stray sparks conducting through the tip of his tongue. I told him I’d be good, and I definitely wanted to see him again.

My pent-up and unsatisfied sexual hunger had me ready to pounce on Danny and let him be the beneficiary of Flip’s rebuff. One look at my husband and I couldn’t do it. My marriage for all intents was over. I felt no zing, no spark, no interest in the man I’ve shared my bed with. I diddled myself in the shower, fantasizing that the big cop was ...

... behind me, touching me, entering me, until an immense contraction overwhelmed my body. I did everything I could not to scream at the top of my lungs, exhilarated by the incredible orgasm sweeping through my body in waves of pure heaven. Because of my self-control I don’t think Danny heard me.

I didn’t use the condo for almost a week. Checking my voice-mail, I found many inquiries but no call from Flip. What did I expect that he’d be obsessed with me or something? I forgot about the detective and began making phone calls and setting up a schedule. One of the messages was from Larry, the nice guy with the good cock who had gotten me off, looking for an appointment next week. I’d be sure to call him and say yes.

By the time I finished my day, I was several hundred richer and several degrees sorer. I’d done it in just about every position—doggie, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl; you name it I did it—with a couple of facials thrown in for good measure. Whatever service it took outside of anal to please my customers I performed. I earned that money, along with two orgasms. I wondered how many call girls actually cum while working. Was I different like Flip seemed to think I was? Flip—there he was, on my mind again. Damn him, I thought, he better call.

It wasn’t until the following week, after I’d had a great session with Larry (two orgasms!), that Flip called. He wanted another date. I said yes in a heartbeat.

We met like last time and drove to the next town over, to a ...