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

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... the sofa and after some hesitation I sat next to him. “I’ll tell you the truth,” he said, “and maybe you’ll get a kick out of it as well as give you some, ah, insight into consequences of this, ah, business you’ve entered.” He looked at me as if checking to see that I was listening. “I believe you had a client who, let’s say, was less than thrilled with your service. I’ll tell you—the fool actually came to the precinct house and filed a complaint against you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

He laughed but he wasn’t kidding. “Yeah, the idiot didn’t even consider we could arrest HIM.”

“Did you?”

“No. Look, I’m not going to hassle you. I’ve got too many real crimes to worry about without busting gals like you. You’re a fantastic looking woman—too good looking and smart to be doing this kind of work. My advice is to stop before another of my fellow detectives takes it more seriously than following up on a bogus complaint.”

“Thanks, Officer…I mean Detective. Thanks for being so understanding…and thanks for what you said about me.”

“Oh I meant it, honey.” He started for the door, then stopped and asked, “Are you married?”

“Yes I am. Why?”

“You know, I was thinking maybe we could date the old fashioned way…like without money changing hands that is. But you’re married so that’s out of the question.”

“Are you married?” I asked.

“No I’m not. Long divorced, like I guess all cops end up sooner or later. I wouldn’t even have thought about it if I was, you ...

... know. Never mind.”

I walked closer to him and said, “I’d love an old-fashioned date. How about giving me a business card of yours?” He pulled one from his wallet and handed it to me with a slightly puzzled expression. After looking at his name and memorizing his number, I wrote my cell number on the back and gave it back to him. “I know you already have my number, Francis, but here it is again anyway.”

He smiled, “Call me Flip…that’s what my friends call me.”

“Am I your friend already?”

He chuckled, “Best friend you’re going to have if you stay in prostitution, that’s for sure. Stay safe, okay.”

“I will, thank you,” I said as I showed him out.

Would he wait to see if I set up another trick? God damn it—trick! I actually thought that word! He may stick around, so I’m going to call it a day and thank my lucky stars I got Detective Flip at the condo’s doorstep instead of some hard-ass. I got out of the dress I was wearing and redressed into jeans and t-shirt, with bra and panties on underneath. On the way home I wondered how Danny would react if I wore in front of him what I had when answering the door at Lana’s condo. Would he even care?

That night, the opposite of the previous ‘work’ day happened. Instead of being sexed-out or too tired, my libido had been kicked up a notch. I resisted a pre-bed masturbation, but then my husband resisted me. I went to sleep frustrated and horny as usual. Later I dreamt of a stranger seducing me to the point my orgasm wouldn’t ...