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

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... horny Danny declared he was “too tired” for a bed-time romp. I fell asleep angry and frustrated.

—And determined. The following morning I called my friend Lana and asked her to meet me for lunch. While eating I hit her up for her condo. Lana had to be the most libidinous person I knew and had maybe a half-dozen fuck buddies (something I was envious of) both male and female. She rented a condo in town to ‘entertain’ so her sugar-daddy husband wouldn’t find out. I didn’t have a sugar-daddy, so my plan needed that condo.

“You’re what?” she exclaimed a bit too loudly in the crowded restaurant.

I shushed her. “Yes, I’m going to try the escort business for a while. I need the money.”

She shook her head, “Oh honey…Dee…I’ll lend you some if you’re that desperate.”

“I guess that’s the right word…desperate…but not only with the money situation.”

We talked for a while in hushed tones between bites. I doubt if I truly convinced her but she agreed to let me use the condo as my “incall” crib. We set up a schedule of sorts of when it would be best for me to ‘work’ at my new job.

Later that evening I composed my ‘ad’ and placed it in on Craig’s List ‘adult services’ section. I pondered how things have changed on CL since the idiot in Boston went nuts. As long as I could post though, I really didn’t care. I said I was an amateur, hot MILF, and was available as GFE, while also saying the usual about gentlemen preferred, good hygiene, and D/D free, etc.

By the next ...

... morning I had over a dozen calls, most I let go to voice-mail. A couple I did take wanted me that night, and I told them I was booked—in reality I was scared shitless and not ready. I changed the ad to narrow my available hours to the days I wasn’t working. Most of the voice messages sounded like the men were unintelligent idiots, so that became my first filter. Two of the messages passed that filter, so I called each of them. The first didn’t answer, and I wasn’t about to leave my own message. The second guy did answer. He had a basso voice that immediately got my juices flowing. Of course, a lot of cops have those deep, authoritative voices. I had to be careful. For his part, he wasn’t crude, asking questions about my services discreetly. He said his name was Steve. I gave him my “donation” rate and we agreed on a time. I had done some research on how escorts set up calls, so I gave him the instruction to call me one hour before our appointment. He acknowledged that, and in a slightly sheepish manner said he looked forward to our time together.

By the time he called I was a nervous wreck, unsure if I could go through with it. When he called, I gave him general directions to Lana’s condo complex but not the number. When he got here he would call again for the unit number. I’d gone crazy thinking about what to wear. I could answer the door in lingerie, but would that be considered tacky? I settled on an old pair of very short and tight cut-offs and a checked blouse that was ...