I’m a more or less happily married housewife in my early 40s, but the problem is that my husband and I are in a rut. He’s a successful businessman who works long hours. This has really cut into our social life, which is now pretty much reduced to boring dinner parties with his clients. Needless to say, our sex life is almost non-existent.
Sometimes when I used to go into town to shop or whatever, I would see prostitutes conducting their business, and I found myself almost envying some of them as they climbed into strangers’ cars. Unfortunately, the only sex I’d had for years had consisted of me lying on my back for two or three minutes, till my husband got done and climbed off me. In fact, the most intense sexual pleasure I received came from my fingers and my dildo.
One night, with my husband at work, I was feeling even more frustrated than usual, and when I happened to see a news story about prostitution on TV, I began fantasizing about what it would be like to be a whore for a night. These thoughts got me very turned on, and after a drink or two I decided to try it—just once.
I prepared myself for this experiment by putting on heavy makeup and dressing in stockings, heels, a miniskirt and a skimpy top. I was amazed to see how different I looked when I gazed in the mirror. It was quite a transformation—from businessman’s wife to whore.
I drove to a seedy area of town, parked my car and walked up the street toward the area where I had seen working girls plying their trade. As I walked, men driving by slowed down to get a look at me. Then one stopped. My heart thumped as his car window came down. He asked if I needed a ride. I said sure, and climbed in. My first customer!
He made nervous small talk as he drove, his hand resting on my leg. He parked behind an office building and told me he wanted oral, and maybe full sex. I just nodded and climbed in back with him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock for me, and I took it in my hand to stroke it. It throbbed in my fingers, and the guy groaned and said, “Go on, suck it, baby.” He pushed my head down, and I brought my mouth to it and began to kiss and lick the tip. “Suck it, I said!” he insisted, pushing more forcefully at the back of my head. I obediently opened my mouth, and the pungent, salty-tasting cock slid between my lips.
He thrust into my mouth as I slurped and sucked him. His breathing got heavier, until he suddenly pulled himself out of my gasping mouth and shot thick ribbons of sperm onto my cheeks and chin.
Afterward he seemed embarrassed that he’d gotten off so fast. He threw me some money and practically pushed me out of his car before speeding away. I felt cheated in a way, because I had thought he would fuck me, but he didn’t.
I walked back to the strip and soon I was in another guy’s car, and this time I got what I wanted. Once we got in back he all but threw me down and ripped my panties off before shoving his cock into me and fucking me like the whore I was pretending to be. He fucked me hard, and I came just as he groaned and filled me with his sperm.
After that I didn’t want to stop. In fact, I was fucked by six different men that night, and since then my sex life has been changed completely. Instead of using my toys and fingers, I find myself walking the street three nights a week, which brings me all the pleasure I seek—and I get paid for it too!
—Name and address withheld