The evening with Patrick changed one aspect in that we were now out of the house. We could -- if we wanted -- start to take our little enterprise away from the safety of the front door. We didn't really want to, but now we knew we could. We just had to be even more careful than we had been. That, however, would take away the excitement of being found out.
The other change came with my neighbor, both accidentally and then on purpose. The accidental part came when his schedule changed. We knew it would, as he said he was on a special project. We had about three months of free reign to his apartment, and we made fill use of it. In those moths, there were 11 different guys who came to pay for my ex, including the guy whose apartment it was. Plus -- he was getting his weekly free blow job as his fee for the place.
The schedule change now had my neighbor in town almost all week. He wasn't going to travel at that rate anymore, and we needed to find an alternative. He was still gone one night a week, so we could always book that, but scheduling soon became a nightmare., and I was worried that they guys and my ex would get tired of the shifting and cancellations.
One week, we had an appointment set with a new guy for a Thursday night. My neighbor and I confirmed he was a good fit and set him up. On Tuesday, however, my neighbor called and said he had to be home that night as his kids would be there for a quick visit. I panicked a bit, and then my neighbor said the new guy -- Pete was his name -- said he would just book a room at the Long Branch Hilton. I kind of paused and said I needed to check. This was really different.
When my ex-wife got home from a school meeting, I informed her of the potential change. To say the least, she was a bit taken back.
"A hotel? A hotel!!! You mean, a hotel?"
"Yea."
"Well, that is a bit different. I guess I should have expected that we'd do that eventually."
"You ok with it?"
"I think so. It is a bit more exciting than just going downstairs. We are really out in the open now, aren't we?"
"Yea, we are."
"But I'm not picking him up at the bar, right? I mean, that would be a bit much. Wait, you didn't set that as part of this did you?"
"No, I didn't. I didn't set anything up yet. I wanted to see what you would say."
"So how would this work? Do I check in at the front desk? Is he renting a room and I just go up? What happens?
"Well, you don't want to go to the front desk. That certainly would raise suspicions. A woman asks for a male visitor's room number and heads up? That just screams hooker.".
"I definitely don't want that! So, what do we do?"
"I was thinking we find out when he was planning to arrive. I'll call the hotel and get his room number. Once I do that, you head over and just go right up!"
"Just walk to elevator and head to his room?"
"That's it."
"Ok, I'll do it. It sounds like it could be a bit scary. Walking into a stranger's room in a place I don't know? That could be really exciting!"
She was talking herself into it. You could see it in her eyes as she talked about what she had to do. As she spoke, I realized it was the newness of the thing that turned her on. The first time she did it was exciting because it was the first time. The next few were either the circumstances or the new guy or the scenario we created. Now we upped the excitement due to location. I guess I had my neighbor to thank for that -- then again, my ex would thank him via the weekly blowjob.
Still, I was a bit worried about her safety and all -- new guy, a new place, something, anything could happen. She was in and I didn't want to change that.
Thursday night came incredibly fast. Both of us were on high alert, as we were -- again -- entering new territory. My ex was now on to a local hotel to fuck some guy she never met. She had to be in public, walk past the guests and the front desk and then leave without being suspected. And -- there was always the chance that she could get caught for prostitution, although she wasn't technically picking someone up.
Around 7 PM we were waiting around the place, and I knew it was time to make the call. I dialed, got the hotel and waiting for it to ring through to Pete's room. He picked up on the first ring -- he as excited just like us. I confirmed my ex would be leaving shortly and be there in half hour. I hung up the phone and we were moving to another level. She was going from high end escort to regular hotel hooker. Even though we looked at it as a new adventure, she was now a a regular, everyday hotel hooker.
"He's in Room 502.You ready?"
She looked at me and slowly nodded yes. She may have been excited to do this the other day, but right now she seemed a bit scared. I wondered of she would really go through it, so I had an idea.
"Say, why don't I get a room there? This way, you go and we spend the night.?"
She looked at me with a big smile of relief and hugged me. She wanted to do it, just going on her own was a bridge too far. I called the hotel and made a reservation, and we drove down right away to Hilton in Long Branch.
We checked in as husband and wife, and my ex was looking around and getting a feel for the landscape. She was clearly nervous not listening to anything being said between me and the desk clerk. We got our key for Room 212. Her customer was in room 502. This felt good as she would still have to travel to the room, albeit a few floors.
We went to the room and I quickly settled in. She stood there, looked at me, took a deep breath and said, "On to my night job!" I waited in the room as I didn't go to the bar. I wanted to be in the room just in case.
A few hours later she came back. Fully clothed, clean and showered, just like at home.
"How was it?"
"Good, interesting. I walked in, and he was a gentleman, offering me a drink. I was a little uneasy as I didn't know how to start. All the other times had music to strip to. I didn't have anything. This was the first time it really was me just going to have sex. No set up, not nothing Just sex."
I was wondering what she was going to do to start. We hadn't discussed it, since we were more concerned about getting to the hotel.
"What did you do?"
"Well, we made small talk and then I brought up the fact that I was a teacher!"
"You brought it up?"
"Yea, I figured that's why he was there, the whole teacher is a hooker fantasy. I told him that I taught high school full time, but this was the best part of my day! He said he knew that, that's why he was there, that the guys all talked about me!
"They did? What did they say?" I was a bit worried about how much exactly was getting on there.
"He said that the guys couldn't believe that a teacher would do this! That I was like a pro -- I was that good! They even nicknamed me! Called me the sex machine! Imagine that! Little me -- a sex machine! In high school, I was never the one people talked about -- not in that way!
I knew she could be really good if she just let go. Apparently, she was really letting go! Still -- she was getting quite the reputation among this group of financers. A little 20 something to fulfill their side sexual needs. It was like my neighbor said -- they were guys in the late 30's and early 40's who hadn't had sex with a young woman in a heck of a long time. And -- they probably did things with my ex they could never do with their ex's or current wives.
"All I could think about was these guys talking about me, how I blew them and what I did to them! I kept on thinking how I was on their minds when they went home! How they thought about my pussy when they fucked their old wives! That they were making plans to get to see me while they were having family dinner!
She was really getting into being a kept woman, a woman who was the chippie on the side, except she was getting paid for it. She knew what she was there for, to be their sex toy. They were having their best sex life, and she got to live her secret fantasy of being call girl.
"But how did you end up starting?"
"Well, I realized I had a lot of power in this. As he finished telling me about the nickname and my new reputation, I realized I had the upper hand. He had to see what the fuss was about. So, I sauntered up to him and started to slowly unbutton his shirt, asking him if he ever had a teacher before."
"And did he?"
"No. He was looking down at me as I continued to slowly undress him. I told him that teachers are so good at sex because we have all this pent up sexual energy, seeing those young hunks walking through the hall, seeing them in their gym shorts and wondering what was underneath them. I said a lot of teacher stuff, like did he come prepared as I slowly rubbed his dick. He was pretty big, not as big as Steve, but as I rubbed I said I could see he was prepared!"
"I kept up the teacher talk and slowly dropped to my knees, making sure to be eye level with his cock as it popped out. I hand it in my hand, slowly stroked it and told him to let teacher handle it, to show you what real sex was like. It sounded stupid, I know, but he was really getting off knowing a teacher was fucking him for money. With me still dressed in my plaid skirt, I was surprised both of us didn't cum right here!"
"I started sucking him very slowly. If he heard about me being good, I wanted to show him just how good I was. I got him almost all the way in my mouth, and when I did, he just groaned and said his wife could never do that! That was the first time any of these guys mentioned their ex's or wives! That got me hot and embarrassed at the same time!"
"Why?"
"I was glad he liked the performance, but I kind of felt dirty that I was being paid for while their wives were home taking care of the kids. I kind of shrugged it off, but decided he was coming to me because she wasn't a hit in bed! With that, I got up, pushed him onto the chair, and proceeded to slowly take off my clothes."
"Did you do a strip tease for him?"
"No, not really. I just stood over him, slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall down. He tried to grab my tits but I pushed his hands away, told him to be patient, and slowly teased him with the unhooking of my skirt. He really loved being teased like that. Heck, I guess he knew he was getting some tonight, he could let me do my thing."
"I got the skirt off and then he saw the slut belly chain. He let out a damn, and said I liked the constant reminder of what I was even when I was at school. He actually played with the slut charm, perhaps to see it bounce against my skin, to see if I really was a slut. I pulled the thong out from the garters and dropped it on his shoulder, and that gave him his second surprise."
"Your shaved pussy!"
"Yep! You should have seen his eyes pop out of his head! Then he asked if I dressed like this every day at school! I said of course -- how do you think I can get to appointments so quick after parent teacher meetings? He was mesmerized by all this talk. He may not have believed it when he got here, but right now he bought the whole story!"
