My Wife Who Became a Hotel Escort

My wife who became a hotel escort 1.

How much did you really love sex, my love?

How I learned to like and enjoy the fruits of my wife being a hotel escort.

She was slim, sexy, and always dressed well.

This evening, in the winter of 1978, my guest from out-of-town, staying at the hotel, brought his girlfriend to dinner. But was this lady really his girlfriend? It became clear during the evening that they did not know each other very well. She was soft-spoken and great company to us all.

Lisa commented later, on the way home, that his date was probably an escort. She certainly seemed to have had a pleasant evening time with the guy.

"I could be as good as her", Lisa said.

I laughed heartily. My wife could be an escort?

Unthinkable?

No?

Perhaps I should not have laughed with such conviction, judging from how our life developed from that moment.

Was that the beginning of something?

Over time, Lisa spent more and more time during our restaurant visits chatting with the hotel hospitality manager, a Frenchman from France. I thought nothing of it, but they were chummy.

A few weeks later, in May 1975, Lisa mentioned that she had had an IUD inserted for birth control, We wouldn't have any more children.

I was OK with that.

I always enjoyed seeing her naked during our almost nightly love-making sessions. Sometime later I noticed that Lisa was totally shaved. She had a 'Brazilian job'.

I always joked that I would like more naked pictures of her. One night, I had the camera in hand as Lisa stopped inside the bedroom door and took a picture of her. I feared that she would pull the film out of the camera. She didn't. I was free to take pictures of her in any dress from that day. What a change. That naked photo with her smooth shaved vulva is still in my files.

From that moment, I could never feel a single stubble in her pubic area, Lisa was always smooth as a little girl. How come? She seemed to shave every day and used up a lot of blades and shaving cream, as I could see in the bathroom waste basket.

Why so often? For me? (No.)

Oh, was she the perfection of a woman? No stretch marks, a flat, tight tummy, and no-sag breasts. Her attention to her weight and general health showed.

Then, one night in late July Lisa told me, in no uncertain terms, that we absolutely must use a condom, always, when making love.

"Why? You have just told me that you now have the IUD for birth control."

"Oh, it is because I really like the feel of the condom better than your naked penis," Lisa answered.

OK, I had no counter argument to that.

One evening, as I came home from work, I saw a book that I had never seen in our house earlier, 'The Only Sex Manual that you will ever need.' It was under some magazines in our library-room. I lifted the book, flipped through a few pages, and put it back under the magazine.

This shocked me. We had great sex just about every night. I had never suspected that she wanted anything different. Lisa did, and this new-found sex education was not to entertain her husband, me, better. This book-learning was for the benefit of sex with other men, as I found out over the next few months. The book was not there the next evening. I checked, and I never saw it again.

Some time later, I came across a slim brochure in our shared bathroom. It was gone again within the hour.

'For women, Kegel exercises help relax the vagina, making penetration more comfortable. They will also improve vaginal lubrication, allow more blood to flow into the genitals, increase sexual arousal, and make it easier to reach orgasm. Kegel exercises are easy to do.'

She had, I do not know how, been initiated in an in-house hotel escort service as a multi-talented sex worker.

Meanwhile, Lisa got more and more involved as an unpaid volunteer with the Editing Corporation. They often had calls for her to attend training sessions or meetings. Their head office was located somewhere downtown Montréal, which meant nothing to me then. Lisa would go there by train. She'd drive to the Pierrefonds station, park the car, and take the train to be home again by dinner time.

I later learned that this was her ruse to the children, working for the Editing Corporation, explaining why she so often was away during the daytime. She never had to tell or explain to me where she was during the time between when I left for work and returned. I had given up asking a long time ago. She would never answer.

"I had a good day",

was about as much as she would ever tell.

One night in August we were going to wallpaper the kitchen, a messy operation. She had been at an Editing Corporation meeting all day, the girls mentioned. We both went into the bedroom to change. To my huge surprise, Lisa wore a very sexy, made from nylon stocking material, see-through spit-open body suit, as she undressed. Why? It was a weekday and we had just finished our family dinner. I, of course, made an immediate beeline to caress her.