Edited for concision 10/9/24. A heartfelt thanks to my wonderful wife who helped me write this "true-ish" story. Please leave comments after reading.
Introduction:
Melanie and Glenn have a wonderful, joy-filled decades-long marriage. And one of the keys to their longevity is that each fully supports the sexual needs of the other including, as of their 20th anniversary, the kink of being with other people a few times each year. For Glenn, this is easily accomplished - he's allowed to visit a sex club to have NSA sex with other women. For Melanie, however, it is far more complicated.
Since she was young Melanie has had the unrelenting desire to sell her body to a complete stranger. After suppressing this itch for all of her life, Glenn now encourages her to scratch it every 6 months or so. Her unique twist on the common fantasy is that she seeks to convince very handsome and confident men - the sort who insist they never pay for sex - to pay her in cash, or goods, for a mere 9 minutes of it. Keeping it so short raises the challenge which makes succeeding so much more fun. To ply them she leverages her undeniable beauty with lots of dirty-talk and horny humor. And once the deal is closed, she delights in giving him the most mind-blowing sex she can possibly squeeze into 9 minutes. Her potential targets include only unattached men who are attractive, confident, and kind.
Together, Melanie and Glenn accept the risk of STDs from their outside flings, but not the risk of someone treating Melanie badly. With the help of her best friend, a female cop, prospects are vetted with a background check and scrutiny of their social media. And when Melanie goes out to approach her unsuspecting John, Glenn is always close by. If he get's just one ring from her cell phone, or if she doesn't emerge by an agreed upon time, Glenn will promptly be at the John's door, with her cop friend soon to follow. Thankfully, that has never been necessary.
Mature Hot Wife Turns a Trick
It's 20 minutes before Retro Records closes when she walks in - right on time. For the past few months she has been stopping by every Thursday night after class at the Yoga studio directly above his store. Jim, the owner, believes he overheard a friend call her Melanie as they chatted about their kids, but he isn't sure - so he just thinks of her as Hot Yoga Mom.
The nickname is quite apropos. She has a beautiful sultry face, large hazel eyes, flawless ivory skin, shoulder-length dark brown hair that is always tied back, and a beautiful luminescent smile that she shares with Jim whenever their eyes meet. And unlike most of the other ladies from the studio who are lean and lanky, Yoga Mom is wonderfully curvy with full hips, a round butt, a smallish waist, and very large breasts; observations made easy by her tight-fitting Yoga attire. She looks to be in her late 40's but who knows, it's possible she's in her late 50's; it's so hard to tell these days, especially with women who tend to their health and fitness the way she does.
Yoga Mom also stands out because she always wears black Doc Marten boots. The black lace up boots with yellow stitching seem an unusual choice for wearing to a Yoga class but they look incredibly sexy paired with her camouflage Lululemon leggings. They have thick soles and a side zipper which she always leaves open to make it easier to step in and out of at class. It also allows a glimpse of the small black tattoo on her left ankle - enough of a peek to notice it's there but too little to make out what it is. She is petite, around 5'1", but stands taller because of her punk rock boots.
Yoga Mom's spectacular beauty and tantalizing vibe undoubtedly draws lots of attention from men, and probably some women too, as she walks through the mall and even more so at class where she twists and contorts her voluptuous body. And needless to say, it always get's Jim's attention when she visits his store.
After another 10 minutes go by, Jim engages the one-way lock on the large swinging glass door which allows people to leave but keeps others from entering. He then begins returning albums left at the register back to their proper place throughout the store.
Soon, he is certain he has heard the last customer leave so he heads back to the storage room to enjoy a bit of Maker's Mark bourbon as he does the evening accounting and re-ordering. As he passes the last large record bin he's startled to find Hot Yoga Mom standing on the other side, closely examining an album.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was still here," says Jim in a pleasant, friendly tone.
"I didn't mean to startle you," she replies with a smile, "I'm trying to decide whether to buy this record. Are these prices negotiable?"
"Um, that depends, which album?"
"This... 'King Crimson - In the Wake of Poseidon' - it's an album my husband badly wants but I doubt he'd want me to pay $500 for it."
"I'm sorry, but definitely not that one - it's a first pressing and hasn't been opened," Jim says confidently, "A collector in California just paid $600 for a copy so $500 is actually, well, a steal."
Yoga Mom looks back down at the album, then up again at Jim.
"Hmmm... Well, he definitely wants it. Let me call him," she says sounding somewhat hopeful.
She takes a few steps away, places the call, then talks very quietly. Jim can't hear anything until she walks back just as she is finishing her conversation.
"Ok, babe... just remember that I'm going out for drinks with the girls after so I'll be home after midnight. Bye sweetheart. I love you!"
She hangs up, then looks up at Jim and smiles, but says nothing.
"Sooo, did you get the green light?"
"No, just as I expected, he said $500 is way too much," she says with a sort of 'told you so' lilt to her voice, "but he did give me the go ahead to make an offer."
Jim is deflated, he thought for sure the record was sold.
"Well again, I'm sorry but I'm not going to discount it - I paid $375 for it," he says while trying to conceal his disappointment, "If it's still here in a month, then maybe I'll drop the price a..."
She interrupts.
"I don't want to wait - I want to leave with this album tonight. So, I'll get right to the counter-offer I think you'll find hard to refuse," she says with a smile.
"Okaaay..," Jim says, sounding skeptical.
"My husband just gave me his blessing to offer you my body for 9 minutes - right now - in exchange for this album."
Jim's jaw drops as he stares at her in disbelief. He expects her to start laughing, revealing this to be some kind of tacky joke. But she doesn't.
"He...seriously said that? You're kidding.."
"Nope. I'm totally serious, Hot Record Guy. By the way, did you know that's what all the ladies at Yoga call you? We all think you're super hot and talk about you all the time."
He pauses a moment as he ponders her remark and gathers his thoughts.
