I woke up with my normal Monday morning reluctance. Well! Any morning reluctance and it took a few moments to register what was different. My morning 'Woody' was almost painful and that would need attending to, before I could have a pee. I then remembered that there was a problem, unusually, my gorgeous wife Carol was not cuddled up beside me.
She was away in Bristol; the first evening of her, 'be just as naughty as you like' break, that had far exceeded both our expectations. With my full agreement and encouragement, she had left her wedding ring, and all her obligations behind. She was a free agent. The night before, she had gone to the hotel bar, with the intention of pulling a guy to be her first extra-martial experience.
She had also proved to herself that she still had the ability to pull. Not that I had doubts on that score and she had a man back to her room in less than twenty minutes. Just that experience would have been enough for us both to think the adventure had started well but due, presumably, to the ambiguity of her conversation in the bar, it was even better.
We both got an extra kick from the fact, that the guy had assumed she was a prostitute and had left, what he took to be her £100 charge, plus a £40 tip. She felt she should be disgusted by the development but said, "Far from it". She now knew that she not only retained the ability to attract men but they were willing to pay.
These thoughts flooding back, obviously, had made my 'woody' problem even worse and I needed a good supply of tissues to clear up the mess. I had told her that she had no obligation what so ever to even keep me updated, or to even think of me, she just had to come home safe on Thursday. Having said that, I was looking forward to hearing more from her and she said she would call sometime.
I was sitting at work, admittedly thinking of Carol, rather than columns of figures, when my cell phone rang. It was just gone ten. "Hey wonderful person, I can't stop, can you call me back on this number, need to check it works? Thanks!" Not sure what was happening, I did as instructed and she answered, "Thanks darling it works fine, store the number as Carole, Carol with an 'e'. Must go, the show is open."
I heard nothing more from my dear wife until I had got home from work and was just finishing the steak and kidney pie and chips, I had picked up for my tea. My cell rang and I watched as three pictures downloaded, she must have got somebody at the show to take them. She looked hot, going for a pair of 'slinky jeans' that she must have painted on, and a pair of black patent boots, with very high stiletto heels.
She had a black leather jacket, that was open to show a simple white top and a very generous amount of titflesh. The picture I found most erotic was, a shot showing her looking back over her shoulder, the jeans were so tight that they showed every curve of her lovely ass and thighs.
I said, "Cor! More than a mental image to wank off to tonight, you look fantastic."
"I don't look too bad do I? The cleavage attracted the eyes but I think the ass of my jeans must be grubby, even worn thru, from the number of hands that have caressed it."
"Obviously a good time was had by all."
"Well I certainly enjoyed myself, although I am a bit tired, I think I will be staying in my room all night – probably wont get a great deal of rest though. Oh, shit! There goes my other phone again. Don't worry, will call sometime later, luv you."
I had a long wait; it was obvious that Carole with an 'e' was working, and as it got later and later, I realised that she must have been rather successful in her new career. My mental image of her activities, and the photos I had printed off thru my computer, relieved me a couple of times but my cock got hard again, almost immediately, each time.
Although I had told her not to think of me at all while she was away, I was getting worried not having heard anything, when it turned midnight. My increasing anxiety was finally relieved at twelve forty, "Oh darling your Carol is shattered, well more accurately, fucked! I love you so much, thank you for letting me have this experience."
She continued, "I am just too tired to tell you the details, you will have to make do with the fact that I had an unbelievably good time, Oh! and earnt £665. Sorry, I must have a shower and get some sleep. Can you give me an alarm call at half-eight please?"
I told her I loved her and hung up, she did indeed sound tired, which was not surprising. Just how much action does a hooker get for £665? I did not have enough information to do the maths but based on her first punter, it was probably five or six men who had paid for the pleasure of using my wife. Alternatively, was it ten quickies at £60, plus some tips, I had no idea but I had to relieve the pressure in my cock, for a third time that evening.
I called dead on the time instructed, "Hey, your wake up call."
"Good morning, most wonderful husband, that was a bit brief, don't you want to know what your naughty wife got up to last night?"
"Of course I do but we both know you can be touchy in the morning, especially if you are tired."
"Fair comment, although after you letting me have this experience, I promise I will try and never be grumpy with you again. It is downright stupid but it seems to have strengthened our love for each other. Well! It has for me anyway."
"Oh yes darling, I would not have thought it was possible that it could be increased but yes, I do love you even more."
"I have not got all that long before I must get ready for work, can you leave home a little late? I would like to give you a quick rundown on last night but I need a pee."
"Yea, I'm fine for as long as you want, hang up and have a shower and get some coffee. Call when you are ready."
When she rang back, we agreed that it still had to be the quick version, as she had to get ready, "I told you I had a good day at the show, it made me really randy, all the attention my tits and ass were getting. I do like being a sex object, which brings me to the bit you will be interested in. Plenty of guys chatting me up and if they looked presentable, I would just say 'if you think you can afford me, give me a call after five' and I gave them a piece of paper with my new cell number written on."
"I think it was eight I gave my number to, I had no idea what the take up rate would be but there was always the hotel bar, if all else failed. I definitely still have 'it', all but one called, although two of them could not afford me."
I said, "That has answered one of my questions, five guys presumably had the pleasure then? That is better than I could have managed, although I did waste three loads last night."
