Jill arrived just as the service began. She sat beside me and picked up a hymnal. I don't know which of us was the more nervous. Our hands never touched. Before we held hands throughout the service, but not that time. When the service ended, I stepped back into the aisle to let her pass in front of me. I followed her out to her car. We stood in silence for a couple minutes.
Slowly she raised her hand and placed it on my chest. Her eyes met mine. "Ed," she said quietly, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have led you on. I didn't mean to hurt you. Find yourself a nice girl, one you would be proud to take home to meet your parents."
"I already have," I said placing my hand on hers.
"You're very sweet, Ed, but you deserve someone better than a whore. You'll make some lucky girl a great husband. I'm not going to change. I love being a prostitute. I've met a lot of interesting men. I love the variety in sexual styles I encounter, the different size cocks, especially the really big ones. The money is very good. I'm not the right girl for you."
"Carla thinks you'd make a good madam."
She smiled. "I bet you tell all the girls that."
"I'm serious. She told me that just before you walked into the sitting room. I've been talking to her about some other things."
"Like what?"
"I want to get a second job for a while to get up a down payment on a house. I'm tired of apartment living. She said she gets occasional calls from women wanting a man, and from couples wanting to experiment with swapping. She doesn't have a man on staff right now."
She giggled. "You are totally insane. I don't want my boyfriend sleeping with other women."
"My girlfriend sleeps with other men."
"It's her job."
"He would be doing his job. Carla has a couple coming tomorrow night. She has offered me the job, but I need a partner. How about it?"
"I don't know. This is so sudden. Couples do pay well."
"If you aren't comfortable with it, she will pair me with someone else."
She chewed her lower lip a moment. "I get it. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. Okay. If I mean that much to you, why not?"
We took her car to my place, then went to lunch at a family style restaurant. She taught me about different aspects of the sex business. I had never realized sex could be so much work. When the sun rose Monday morning, I saw Jill in a whole new light and with a higher level of respect.
I was filled with anxiety about that night. How many guys get paid to get laid? I would be joining a very small club that evening. The worst part was not being able to talk about it.
The workday finally ended, and I went home. Jill wasn't there, of course. She had left in the morning and would not be back until the following Sunday. I would, however, be with her that night. I kept telling myself to relax as though it would be no different from any other evening, that I would fix and eat my dinner as though it would no different from any other evening. What I would be doing after dinner would be much different. I picked at my food and ate very little.
The couple was due at Carla's at eight-thirty. I arrived at eight in case they were early.
Jill came to the foyer to greet me. Her charms were readily visible through the gossamer lavender dress she wore. The upper portion was tied around her neck. The fabric covered her front and descended down her sides to her waist. The hemline was an inch below the curve of her firm bottom. Her back was completely bare like her legs. Matching high heeled shoes and earrings completed the heavenly vision that approached me. Her nipples and her sex were clearly outlined under the thin material. Never had she been so beautiful. Never had I been happier knowing that, although she was about to fuck another man right beside me on her bed, she was my girlfriend. True, I would be fucking the guy's wife, but all I cared about was Jill.
They arrived at eight-fifteen. Jill and I had been snuggling in her room while waiting. They were at the base of the staircase when we came down. They were conservatively dressed in business suits. I was wearing slacks and a golf shirt. Their eyes widened when they saw Jill. "Where did you get that dress?" the wife asked. "I love it!"
"Thank you," she said. She took the husband's hand; I offered the wife my arm, and we went upstairs to Jill's room.
"I love this room!" the wife said. "Honey, we should have a bedroom like this. Look how spacious it is. The king-size bed, the love seat. I can't wait until we get home so we can start planning it."
"Are you guys on vacation?" I asked.
"I guess you could say that," the husband replied. "I'm Frank" he said holding out his hand to me, "and this..." -- he positively beamed -- "is my wife, Sally."
"I'm Ed," I said as I shook his hand, "and this is Jill."
"Are you married?" Sally asked. When no one replied, her enthusiasm disappeared. "I guess not. No reason to be, I suppose. I'm sorry."
Jill smiled faintly. "It's okay. Have a seat."
They sat on the love seat, and Jill sat on an easy chair while I stood behind her. "How long have you been married?" I asked.
Frank looked at his watch. "Nine hours and twenty-four minutes," he said.
Sally smiled. "He's so romantic," she said. "We're on our honeymoon." Jill and I looked quizzically at each other. "You're wondering why newlyweds would want to swap partners on their honeymoon. We've been living together for a year. We were both virgins when we moved in together. We've wondered what other people are like. It's something we've both been thinking about, so we figured since we are out of town where no one knows us, it would be a good time to try swinging."
