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, if you've not read the first stories then a bit about ourselves. We met when 17, were engaged when 18 and gave our virginities to each other a few months after getting engaged. We married at 19 and enjoyed the company of other couples and my wife Carol enjoyed a gangbang whilst we were on holiday abroad. Our jobs were paying well, and life was good until the recession struck. By chance we met a couple of similar age where the wife was escorting and earning such that they had got out of debt and were now solvent. As we were on the verge of losing our home, we agreed to do same, and this story picks up after Carol had been hired by the Agency.
As for Carol she 5'2" slim with a 34B, 24, 34 figure, with red shoulder length hair and was just as pretty as you can imagine. Her tits stood out on their own being nice and firm, in fact she could easily go out braless but for her nipples which you could hang a coat hanger on when aroused! As for me I was 6', slim build and looked presentable I'd imagine.
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We arrived at the hotel just before 6pm and waited until the manager, John Doyler was available to book us in, exactly as Jenny had instructed.
"Can I help you?"
"We're Mr & Mrs Wilson and have a reservation for tonight."
He looked at us both, smiled and said, "there's an envelope left here for you and you're in room 308" and handed us the keys with a smile. "Jenny has asked that if you need anything please ring the desk and ask for me so that I can sort the issue. I'm now on duty until 6am so please don't hesitate."
That confirmed what Jenny had told us about the hotels she used; the managers were on her payroll. Jenny also said that part of their payment was a freebie with the escorts, but this was always set up in advance and we would know before arrival of the arrangement, just in case one of them tried it on. Jenny didn't think that was likely as they were on a good retainer and the perks kept them satisfied so spoiling this would seem a bad idea.
We took the keys and envelope and headed for the lift, once in the lift I asked Carol what she thought of the manager, she grinned and said, "very nice and look forward to being his perk!"
Once in the room we opened the envelope which confirmed that she would see Mr Smith at 7pm and that he wanted her to dress as a secretary, with stockings and suspender belt. Then at 9pm it was Mr Jones who wanted her to be in a dress with just a thong underneath. The note went on to say that all necessary clothing and shoes were in the wardrobe. We opened it and there was a selection of pencil skirts, blouses, dresses, lingerie, and heels, all various sizes and included Carols so all good on the clothing front. All curtesy of John as Jenny was aware it was unlikely, we would have those items with us. We learnt later that all the hotel managers had a selection of clothing which they would put into the wardrobe in advance of the escort's arrivals.
With barely an hour to get ready Carol got undressed and went into the bathroom for a shower and emerged with her hair in a ponytail and minimal make up which always made her look good against her red hair. Then she selected the lingerie and went with black with a red pattern and put the bra, stockings, suspender belt and thong on. Fuck, I was drooling just looking at her. She then put on a white blouse and black pencil skirt with 4" heels. She looked a million dollars.
It was now a few minutes to 7pm so we left the room and made our way to the lift and the 5th floor where we would find room 511. At exactly 6pm on my watch I knocked on the door. A smartly dressed man in a business suit of approx 50 years of age answered and I said "Mr Smith?" to which he replied, you must be Mr & Mrs Wilson, I nodded yes. "Thank you for bringing such a beautiful woman to see me and took her hand, raised it, kissed the back of it. and gestured for her to enter, turned to me, offered his hand saying he'd see me in one hours' time. I shook his hand and just said yes, will do.
With that the door closed and I walked to the stairs and back down to our room. It was only then as I played that back in my mind that I realised I'd shook his hand as I would if I'd met him in a work situation, it was surreal. For the next hour I tried to occupy myself with the radio and or reading a book but couldn't, perhaps unsurprisingly concentrate on either. Just before 8pm I made my way back to room 511 and at exactly 8pm knocked on the door which opened almost immediately. Mr Smith stood back to allow Carol to pass by and then thanked her and me for a most enjoyable hour that he very much hoped to repeat again. He again offered me his hand and once again we shook hands, surreal or what!
Carol walked out of the room looking flushed like she'd been well fucked, a look I knew very well, and followed me back to the lift. Once we were back in the room, I asked her what happened, and she just said she would tell me after her second date as she needed to eat and have a bath. John had already had a plate of sandwiches and pot of tea delivered saying he thought we might need these and whilst she ate, I ran the bath for her.
Carol enjoyed a 20 minute bath and again came out looking stunning with her make up reapplied and this time with her hair shoulder length but with a hairband pulling her hair back. She then selected a thong and a dress (pastel yellow with flowers) and put this on along with the same heels as before.
Just before 9pm we again left the room and took the lift down to the second floor to find room 206. On the stroke of 9pm I knocked on the door and repeated the conversation with Mr Smith but using Mr Jones this time who was wearing a silk dressing gown. He thanked me for bringing her to him and beckoned Carol into the room closing the door behind them. I again made my way back to the room to wait, my concentration being no better. An hour later I knocked on room 206, the door opened, and a flushed Carol walked out with Mr Jones saying how much he had enjoyed her company and wanting a repeat next time he was in town.