E From Wife To Escort

Whilst the events described happened, the dialogue is not always a clear memory and when writing from my wife's point of view this is as I remember her telling me as she isn't interested in talking about this part of our lives anymore. Names and some places have been changed to ensure privacy of those mentioned.

Although each story is written to stand alone, they are in chronological order and best read in that order. If you haven't read 'Majorca' then the opening may make little sense.

The sex described in this story does not involve anyone under the age of 18.

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To recap, life was good then the recession struck.

During the late 70's and early 80's the UK entered a recession -- with falling output, rising unemployment and a fast rising inflation rate; the recession particularly hit the manufacturing sector and is widely considered to have been the most severe recession in the UK since World War II. A key event leading to the recession was the energy crisis which led to the three-day week, the 'Winter of Discontent' as it was called and Margaret Thatcher becoming PM in 1979. UK inflation peaked at just below 30% and mortgage interest rates touched 15% so you can guess that the impact on our income was swift. Carol had her hours reduced to 16 per week and my commission almost disappeared over a short period of time.

Eventually this all started to crash around us we realised that paying both mortgages and household bills was going to be impossible, so we were certainly very worried. Losing our house seemed a distinct possibility. As the weeks went on it became increasingly obvious that we would be unable to cope with the arrears we'd built up and even meet our current mortgage payments and would lose our home. Just as we thought it was about to come crashing down (we were behind with mortgage and other bills) a solution just fell into our lap as we met someone who introduced us to an exclusive Escort agency. This agency only took women who were married, under the age of 25 and have their Husbands agreement in person at a joint interview.

It happened on our last booked theatre trip when we decided that we might as well enjoy it as it would be the last time and on our return start to look for rented accommodation. We went in a sombre mood but with every intention of enjoying it as much as we could. Booking in we noticed a young (around our age) tall blond walking past on the arms of an older man and nudged each other, a woman of the night we assumed, or he had what we now call a trophy wife as Carol had noticed the wedding ring as she went past us. Thought now more of it and went upstairs to our room, settled in, and got ready for a pub meal and the show, it was 'The King & I' if I recall correctly. After the show we returned to the hotel and had a drink in the bar and just as we started our 2nd drink, we noticed the same blond leaving but this time on the arm of a different man, nudge, nudge we said! It was a few minutes later that Carol said she needed the Ladies and quickly left our table.

I sat for some 15 minutes before worrying whether she was ok and was about to get up and walk to the toilet area when she emerged arm in arm with the same blond we'd seen earlier. As they approached the table a different man (again) joined us with a drink for them both. Carol looked as if she had been crying and from her look, I knew not to ask any questions until later. She introduced the blond as Claire and her husband as Nigel. We chatted about everything except what I wanted to ask so let it slide as I didn't really know how to ask her who the earlier gents were. After another drink they said they had to return to their hotel which was across the road, said goodnight and to Carol, maybe see you tomorrow?

We also left and said nothing until we were in the room when I asked what was that all about?

"Say nothing until I finish explaining, no interruptions, ok."

I said yes and Carol said "I may have found a solution that will mean we can keep our house. Claire was with her husband in the bar, and he also knows and supports her in what she is doing for her family. Basically, she is an escort and has sex with men for money. It's all arranged through an agency, she's an employee, pays tax etc and comes to London twice a month as arranged and normally has 6 'dates' which earn her £240 plus £75 or so in tips after deductions."

[note: £240 in 1979 would be about £1,200 in 2022]

"So, she has sex with strangers with Nigel's blessing for money? Wow that some wacky way to help out with the family income. How long has she been doing this?"

"She tells me it's been about 9 months now and they have cleared all their debts and now have their head above water but expect to stop in say 2 more years when they hope their usual income is back to normal so to speak. The agency is run by someone called Jenny with her husband, Jack and will only take young wives onto the books with the husband giving his permission. There's an interview process and Jenny will only take you if you fit her profile. The 'dates' are all with older men who have money, are in London on business and have been vetted by Jenny to protect us and obviously her also. If we want to consider this then we need to meet Claire and Nigel in their hotel lobby after breakfast tomorrow, they will leave at 10.30."

There was a period of silence while I took in what Carol had just said, I was speechless to say the least. I just said, "run that by me again."

Carol repeated what she had said adding that since we'd married a couple of so years ago, she had fucked 5 men and me 2 women. All by mutual consent and by my own admission I had found this to be erotically stimulating to say the least. In fact, I'd said more than once that I would be happy if there were no women for me to fuck but just Carol with other guys. She then asked me what I thought.

I took her in my arms and asked if she would really consider doing this, being a common prostitute? She replied to say she wouldn't be a prostitute as they walked the streets touting for business, or a whore as they stay in their own room waiting for punters but be an escort who met the men by appointment in their hotel room. An interesting take on definitions I thought but let it slide.

Finally, after talking for several hours, we decided to sleep on it and decide in the morning. Much later we owned up to each other that we had made our decision but wanted to give the other an opportunity to back out should they have second thoughts.

In the morning we cuddled our naked bodies together and as she gripped my semi hard cock whispered, "how does it feel to wake up next to a paid escort then?" This brought my cock to a hardness akin to steel which prompted her to pull me on top so I could enter her very wet pussy and slide easily in right up to my balls. We then went at it like a couple of randy arsed teenagers who'd been deprived of sex for months until she arched her back and said 'cumming ready or not'; I was ready, and we both came together. It was a very intense orgasm for both of us and as I relaxed on top of her, we both needed a minute to catch our breath.

"Breakfast then we see Claire and Nigel then?"

"Yes, but shower first."

After breakfast and having put our things in the car, we nervously crossed the road towards the hotel they were staying in and after pausing to take a deep breath went inside to find them. They were in the lobby with a jug of coffee, milk and 4 cups so had obviously expected to see us. After the usual greetings we sat down, and they poured the coffee and despite being very nervous managed to take a sip without spilling any. Claire asked if we wanted to know anything about 'the job' or did we just want Jenny's phone number? I said yes and asked David how he felt, and he replied that he had always got off on Claire being with someone else and this was no different except she was well paid for basically fulfilling both their fantasies. Carol asked Claire about hygiene and was assured that Jenny did not let anyone near them if she had any concerns. She personally vetted all of them and always met with them for their first 'date'. Basically, she 'road tested' them to ensure they weren't undercover law or a bit 'odd'. Jack (her husband) was always nearby and would have introduced himself when a new punter was being vetted. Jack was not someone to mess around (as you'll see for yourself if you go ahead), and with Jack on the scene there was never any doubt that anyone would try and play silly beggars. We asked about the possibility of being set up with someone they knew, and Claire reassured us that Jenny was particularly obsessed with ensuring that the men her girls met had home and /or business addresses a long way from their address which minimises any risk.

After finishing our coffee Jenny handed over a sealed envelope telling us that it had Jenny's phone number inside and if we wanted to call her, we must do so this Friday at 8pm exactly. Jenny will not take the call otherwise and we must both be on the call. We thanked them and after a quick handshake and hug left to go back to the car and drive home with the envelope securely placed in Carols handbag.

Over the next few days, we played out this fantasy of Carol being an escort and how she would come home to me after a long night's work with a pussy load of cum from more than one guy soaking her knickers which had me hard as steel and her soaking so much that I could just enter her pussy easily and slide all the way in. Each time we fucked like crazy fulfilling each other's needs completely. As for work, the next few days I couldn't concentrate for long just wondering what the phone call would be like and what it could mean.

Eventually and after what seemed like a month rather than a few days Friday evening arrived and after eating we watched the clock slowly make its way round to 8pm. At a few minutes to 8 we opened the envelope and started to dial the number slowly and carefully as getting a wrong number now could be very embarrassing. The call connected and we could hear it ringing, it was several rings before a female answered. "Is Billy there?" we asked. The message in the envelope was specific in the phrase we were to use once the call was answered so Jenny knew it was us.

"Yes, and can I have your names please."

"It's Carol and Mark."

"Pleased you rang as Claire has told me so much about you both and that you want to join my company in the sales department."

"Yes, that's correct."

"Can you be at my office in London for 1.30pm tomorrow?" To which we replied yes.

Jenny then proceeded to give us the address and directions from the nearest tube station.

"Excellent and if you can start straight away, please bring an appropriate overnight bag. See you tomorrow at 1.30 then."

That was it, the call was short, sweet, and now we needed to pack an 'appropriate' overnight bag. I suggested that Carol should pack a couple of her sexy lingerie sets and stockings along with her little black, and red party dresses, plus of course the necessary toiletries.

We chatted excitedly that evening about what lay ahead and the fun we were hoping to have as well as the added bonus of paying off our debts and keeping the bailiffs away from us. We went to bed earlier than usual and couldn't keep our hands off each other finally falling asleep exhausted from our fuck session. More than once I said how does it feel to have a stranger's cock pummelling your pussy and filling it up with his cum? In the morning we showered and packed an appropriate overnight bag and left for London. I drove up to my usual spot (you could pretty much park anywhere in London in those days) to catch the tube into central London where Jenny's office was situated, or so we thought.

We exited the tube station and spotted the road we wanted on the other side just as described and set off nervously towards our destination. As expected, the address we were looking for was where Jenny said it would be but, it was an empty shop with a 'To Let' sign in the window. This to say the least was not what we expected to find. We checked the address we'd written down again and the time we were told to be there but soon realised that although the address was correct, we were 10 minutes early. As luck would have it there was a café nearby, so we decided to go there for a coffee whilst we decided what to do next but just as we were about to go the shop door opened and Jenny (we now know) came out, looked at us and asked if we were Mark and Carol, we said yes and entered the shop. We later found out that the shop was loaned to Jenny by a friendly estate agent to shield her real address until she was sure about who she was interviewing.

Once inside Jenny introduced herself and her husband Jack, Claire was right, he towered over us, I'd guess 6'4" and looked like he boxed a bit; there was no question about always wanting to be on the right side of him. After the introductions and production of coffee Jenny asked us to give Jack the information, she had asked us to bring, this was our passports, marriage certificate and wedding photograph. She explained that this was necessary to ensure that we were who we said we were and not undercover officials of any kind.

Once satisfied she proceeded to ask several questions.

"I've had a conversation with Claire but would like to know what experience you have had with other partners since you've married? For example, since you've been married how many men have you (Carol) had sex with and has Mark always been in the same room having sex with their wife or just watching?"

"Mark has always been there, either in the same room or in the bedroom next door. He hasn't always had sex with the wife as on several occasions he has just watched whilst another man had sex with me, came in me, and made me orgasm, one occasion it was three men who fucked me whilst Mark watched. Mark has often cleaned me up after they have gone home and then we've made love, with some vigour to say the least."

"OK, I'm aware that you know why you're here and what you may be asked to do, what do you think that is?"

"Our understanding is that you will arrange for Carol to meet with men in their hotel room and have sex with them for which you'll pay her as an employee."

"You're both happy about that are you?"

We both replied yes.

"Carol, I need you to pop into the next room with Jack while I talk to Mark, if that's ok."

I would describe Jenny as probably in her late 40's maybe early 50's and had a very pleasant figure being about 5ft 3inches tall and I'd guess a size 14 / 36 C cup figure. Jack was at least 6ft 4 inches tall, slim athletic build and about the same age, he clearly worked out in a gym from the look of him.

"You may be able to handle another man who you know having sex with your wife while you watch but are you sure you can handle delivering her to a total stranger, leaving them for an hour then collecting her, helping her to clean up ready for the next stranger to fuck her especially if they were about the same age, or older than her father? If you have any doubts now is the time to voice them. She'll never know as I will find an excuse to turn her application down in a few days' time."

"No need to do that. We've talked this through often enough over the last few days and the answer is yes, we both want to do this."

"Good, well Jack should just about be done now so when they return, we'll sort out how this works as I think Carol will be a very popular girl."

A few minutes late they both retuned and Carol sat beside me looking very pleased with herself. I raised a quizzical eyebrow and she whispered that she'd tell me later.

Jenny asked if we had any questions. I asked who in the main would she be meeting and is it possible she could meet someone she knew? Jenny reassured us that she went to great lengths to ensure that everyone Carol met would be from a long way out of town and certainly she would not meet anyone from Kent. That to say the least was a load of our mind. Jenny then confirmed that most men were wealthy and in their 50's, sometimes older. They had money and wanted to be with another man's wife whose husband was aware, and they wanted them to be newly married and under 25. It was a niche market that Jenny was able to satisfy which is why the pay was so good (in todays money approx £200 per hour).

Basically, Carol would be employed in sales and be paid £40 for every meeting she had; these meetings would not exceed one hour. If they needed to be longer than the pay would be appropriate to the length of the meeting. When we broached the subject of tips Jenny confirmed that the arrangements were designed to ensure no cash changed hands, but she could keep any tips. Intrigued I asked how they paid and Jenny said each punter had an account with her that had to have a minimum balance and she simply deducted the charge for the visit from their account.

Carol would be expected to be available on a minimum of one weekend per month and would be on the company payroll and paid monthly by cheque. All expenses relating to these meetings would be paid for by Jenny, all we needed to do was to be there on time dressed appropriately. Jenny ran a very successful business and was easily able to accommodate her very special sales team.

The arrangement was that before we left, we would give Jenny the weekends Carol could work, and Jenny would ring us on the Wednesday evening before each weekend with the name of the hotel we would be staying at. When booking in the clerk would have an envelope for us setting out who she would be meeting, with time, venue, and what's expected of her at the meeting, along with any special dress code. Carol must be escorted to every meeting by me, handed over, and collected by me promptly at the appropriate time. Jenny will always try to ensure that the men and us were in the same hotel if possible, or as a minimum a short walk away as we had seen with Claire in fact.

When we asked about the hotels Jenny said that she knew the managers and they wouldn't interfere as they were also on her payroll and if we had any trouble to let them know they worked for Jenny and they would sort it. The next morning after our meetings we must ring Jenny to let her know all was well and of any concerns with anything. None of the men would play up as they had too much to lose if Jenny exposed them and she was confident this wasn't an issue seeing as she had personally vetted them before allowing them to see her girls.

After all that we were asked if we wanted to join her firm, we looked at each other, nodded slightly and said yes. Jenny then produced a contract for Carol to sign so that she could be added to the payroll etc.

"Can you start today? If you can then I have a room booked for you at the hotel and two meetings arranged for 7pm and 9pm this evening. Both gentlemen have been with me a long time and are aware it will be your first time so they will treat you well. There's no pressure as I have someone on standby if you would rather wait."

We just nodded and Jenny handed us an envelope with the hotel address, her phone number to ring her in the morning, and the room numbers of the 2 men she was to meet and fuck that evening. We said our goodbyes but before leaving asked what she would have done if we had declined. Jenny replied that she had a reserve lined up but, in her experience, if a couple have come this far it was unlikely, they would not go ahead.

We then made our way back to the tube station to find the car from where we would drive to the hotel and book in for the night. When I asked why she was smiling after seeing Jack she said to wait until we were in our room at the hotel.

After about an hour's travelling, we finally reached the hotel at around 4pm, checked in and went up to our room on the 5th floor noticing that the other rooms were on the 3rd and 6th floor. Once inside I said well, what happened with Jack?