Never Intended to Live Her Fantasy

Pretty woman came out when I was in Middle School. It was my favorite movie and after watching it 100 times, I wanted to be Vivian Ward, Julia Robert's character. For some reason, the thought of being a hooker was so glamorous. Wearing sexy or slutty clothes was so cool. Having guys pay money to be with me was exciting. But times go on, you grow up, or in my case, get married and have two kids.

It was after 13 years of marriage that our "rut" started. We acted and felt like an old married couple. We were quick to get upset with each other. It seemed we both had really short fuses. Our sex life was practically non-existent. There was no spontaneity or passion anymore.

My husband, Brad, is 38 years old and loves to play soccer. He works hard, but every weekend he plays soccer and several times during the year he is on city soccer league and plays two nights a week. He is about six feet tall and in great shape.

My name is Sarah. I am 36 but I guess I look 10 years younger, at least that is what everyone tells me. It used to really bother me but now I like having people think I am 26.

Apparently, I look like Emily James from the second Mama Mia movie. Blond hair and I am petite and smile a lot. Friends of mine have tried to get me to model because I "have the body of a model." I'm not sure I should take that as a compliment because models are so damn skinny. I am much more athletic. I play tennis and keep up with my two kids.

One more thing, I like expensive things. Maybe that is why I liked the Pretty Woman movie so much, because the part where Julia Roberts goes on a shopping spree. I would love to be able to buy whatever I want. Elegant dresses, amazing shoes and fancy jewelry are always a big part of my fantasy. Probably because we have so little. We live pay check to pay check, which means all our money goes to bills or the kids. There doesn't seem to be any left over for me, which is ok I guess. As long as my family is happy.

So we were in this rut and we were definitely growing apart. Then on Valentine's Day Brad took me to the Melting Pot fondu restaurant. It had a very romantic atmosphere and we started talking. I mean really talking. We both agreed that our marriage was in a rut. We had become old farts like our parents. Neither of us liked it and we made a conscious decision to do what ever it took to make our lives exciting again.

First thing I wanted to do was make a bucket list. My plan was routine dates like tonight and more travel and even exotic vacations, like maybe Thailand or Caribbean or South Pacific. Brad agreed but then said we need to make our sex life more exciting. When I agreed, he asked me what fantasy I had that we could fulfill. The only sexual fantasy I could think of was the Pretty Woman fantasy. The one where I am a hooker; however, I couldn't share that with my husband. So I asked him what were his fantasies.

Oh my word, he had a lot of fantasies. I got out my phone, went to the "Notes" section, and made a list of his fantasies:

1. Make love on a beach.

2. Make love in public.

3. Watch a porn movie together.

4. Make love while being watched.

5. See me get really really turned on or uncontrollably horny.

Now these are fantasies. It is fun talking about them, but some are a little out of my league. But I played along.

Once while we were at a night club we were talking about our fantasy bucket list. After we had fulfilled couple items on his list, Brad was adamant that I had to have fantasies. Rather than say my only fantasy, I agreed to his. So my list was kind of a mirror image of his list.

Oh shit! Now we were planning on actually doing all the fantasies on the list. I should have just told him my hooker fantasy and then we'd be done. There's no way he would be interested in me having sex for money.

Then he pointed out that I was just repeating his fantasies and begged me to tell him my real fantasy. As I tried to think of a fantasy, all I could think of was Pretty Woman and how glamorous I thought Julia Roberts was in the movie. I tried to explain that some fantasies are just that, Fantasies, and should not be experienced. Brad would not except that. He said he had shared his fantasies and that I should be comfortable sharing mine. I tried so hard to think of a unique fantasy but all I could think of was either what he had already said or my hooker fantasy.

So after a little more encouragement from Brad, I finally told him that when I was younger, I had a fantasy of being a hooker like Julia Roberts. He got the biggest smile and said, "Really, I have heard that is a common female fantasy, but I never would have guessed it was your fantasy." Then he said, "Let's put that at the end of the list." That sounded like a good idea at the time.

So my list was like this:

1. I claimed that I also had a fantasy about making love in public.

2. Sex on a beach.

3. Have multiple orgasms.

4. I wanted him to find my G-spot.

5. Be a call girl, correction, high priced Escort.

After we made our fantasy list, we made bucket lists. Actually, I made the bucket list:

1. Spend a week at an all inclusive resort in the Caribbean.

2. Spend two weeks in Thailand and visit an elephant preserve.

3. Travel to Europe.

These were my ideas and Brad liked them. We decided we would start with these three and then add to the list. Three months later we were at Sandals in Negril, Jamaica having an amazing time. Jamaica is a great place to go to an All Inclusive resort because they tell you that Jamaica is dangerous and there is nothing to do on the island. So it is easy to be content just staying on the resort.

So we found a beach where we had a good view of the surroundings and when there was no one else on the beach I pulled down my bikini bottom, bet over and Brad did me from behind. It was actually quite exciting as I watched for anyone coming while he held my hips and pumped. Interesting, it wasn't making love, it was just fucking.

Usually I would have been appalled but this was fun and exciting. We were taking a chance, living on the edge and doing something that was not the normal. I was doing it for Brad and I liked it. He Pumped his cock in me slowly at first and then after a few minutes he picked up the speed and pounded me until he unloaded his balls inside of me. As he had an orgasm, I noticed a young man watching us. When I looked over at him, he smiled and nodded his approval. Funny, I didn't freak out. I just let Brad finish while this young man watch us have sex.

As we walked back to our hotel, I could feel his sperm coming out of me. I asked Brad if he saw the young man watching us and he said he did and that it really turned him on. Then he told me I was the most beautiful, sexy lady and that he loved me forever. Then he said, "Honey, you just fulfilled my wildest fantasy." For whatever reason, I blurted out, "Well, if I fulfilled my fantasy, you wouldn't like it." Thinking about my hooker fantasy.

Well, we talked about it and actually Brad wasn't making fun of me, he was genuinely interested in my fantasy and openly talked about it. When we talked about it, I got horny and we had great sex. Who knew just talking about being a call girl would help your sex life so much?

One night I came into the office when Brad was working on our computer. When I looked over his shoulder, I saw our Quick Books accounting program open. The numbers were all red. "Holy Shit, honey, are we broke?" I asked. He jumped in his seat, clicked the hide button, and turned around. At first he down played it by saying it was nothing. As serious as I could I asked him again, "Honey, are we broke?" Then he explained "We have over spent a little, but as soon as my next pay check comes in I can pay our bills and the credit cards. We are making our payments ok."

So I am not one of those blonds that doesn't know anything about finances. Just that one glance at our Quick Book account I knew we were behind on bills, and only making the minimum payments on our credit cards. We had enjoyed traveling that we could not afford. I thought we had used savings but apparently our savings had been used up. We didn't talk about it anymore.

Then out of the blue, Brad came home and said he had set up an interview for me. We had talked about me going back to work. I wanted to be able to shop again, but first we needed to get out of the red. Most of the jobs I had looked at paid minimum wage which meant I would have to put in a lot of hours before I had any money to myself. Well, Brad seem really excited about this interview he had for me. When he said it was with Madam Linda I was sure he was just playing with me.

That Saturday he told be to wear my black dress. It was the nicest dress I owned but it was my sexy going out on the town, cocktail dress. But I went along. He was probably taking me to dinner, dancing and hotel afterwards. So I took a shower and put on makeup. The interview was at 5 pm. How convenient that we will be downtown in time to check into a hotel, have dinner and have the night to ourselves. He even had the kids spending the night at his parents.

The drive into town was interesting. He was much more understanding of how much I sacrifice for the family and how little money we really have. When I asked him about this job he said I would have to see. He really was acting strange. We arrived at an underground parking garage under a very expensive townhouse.

As we walked in, the door man said that Madam Linda was expecting us. The doors to the elevator opened, he ushered us in and push the button for the top floor. Well, I have to give it to Brad, he set this up very authentic. He's almost got me believing I have an interview with the top escort agency in the country. But I knew there was no way.

Arriving on the 26th floor, the door man shows us out and leads us down the hall to room 2605, then knocks once on the door. A beautifully elegant lady answers. With a smile and great poise welcomes us calling Brad by name. Obviously she knows him but who is she? Then she extends her hand to me and introduces herself as Madam Linda. There was no denying it, I was here for an interview to be a hooker, or escort as they refer to themselves.

"Holy Shit!" was all I could say. Is this real? Did my husband really set up an interview for me to be an escort.

Bull Shit! After coming to my senses, I realized Brad had set up this whole thing. I wondered how far he was going to take this. So I decided I was NOT going to back down. I would let it go as far as he was willing to go.

Well, Madam Linda was very impressed with me. She said over and over how beautiful I was and that I had a marvelous figure. We talked about my education, that I love history, and world travel. I knew the expensive brands of clothing, hand bags, shoes, and even fine jewelry. I was up to date on all the leaders of important countries. After finding out about how well I could handle myself in interesting conversation, she began to tell me how perfect I was for her clientele.

This girl had to be an actress. She really played the part of a madam well. But I knew that Brad had put her up to this and any moment they were going to have to admit that it was a hoax.

She claimed to be very proud of how well she takes care of her "Girls," making sure she does background checks on all potential clients, and takes care of the money. The clients are charged $400 per hour plus a first time $100 background check fee. Most of her clients are wealthy men who have special personal needs. In the back of my mind I knew that meant sexual needs.

Brad excused himself to go to the bathroom. As soon as he was out of the room, Linda came and sat next to me. "Do you have any idea of how much money you can make in the escort business?" she asked. I think she could tell I wasn't really serious about being a hooker. Hell, I wasn't buying any of this. Brad had arranged this and there was no way he would ever let me have sex for money. A fantasy is one thing but really doing it is another.

Before I could answer she said that of the $400 she takes 30% leaving me with $280, plus tips. The tips average $200 depending on how wealthy the man is, how friendly you are, and how much he likes you; and believe me, they are going to like you a lot. The average night you will see 2 to 5 clients. So minimum of $600 up to $5,000 per night.

Holy Shit! Now she had my attention. That could get us out of the hole quick. And think of all the shopping I could do with $5,000. And we could travel again. I want so badly to go to Europe to visit Paris, Rome, London... But this was all make believe. I am a faithfully married woman. I can't be an escort!

Just then Brad walks in and asks how is the interview going, like he is expecting me to get hired. Like this is a real job interview. Yeah, right! Does he really think I believe for one minute this is real. Sex with strangers for money, oh Shit, a lot of money. But this isn't real.

Just as Brad walks in, Linda excuses herself and leaves us alone. Looking my husband right in the eye, I ask him if he is serious about me being an escort. With a straight face, he looks me right back and says, "Only if you are comfortable with being the most beautiful escort in the world."

He was doing a good job selling the illusion. I had to hand it to him, the madam, the door man, the penthouse apartment, and the actress. So I continued to play dumb and go with it.

"Well, I am comfort with the money. But having sex with strange men, that really wasn't part of my fantasy. Or was it? I really don't know," I said, just trying to play along.

Just then, Linda comes in with a big smile and says we're in luck. She has the perfect first client and he wants to see me right now. She tells me I can just do this one time and then say yes or no. She asks if I want a taxi, but Brad quickly volunteers to drive. Of course he's going to drive me. We are probably going out to dinner to laugh about this whole thing.

She looks at him like she doesn't like the idea, but then says, "Fine, but you are her driver, nothing else. Don't play hero or anything. She will be perfectly safe at all times."

"You'll need a professional name," Linda said to us. We decided my professional name would be Jill. I had known a girl in high school that was probably the prettiest and most popular girl in school and her name was Jill. I alway thought that was a sexy name.

The 10 minute drive to the nicest hotel in town was awkward. "Honey, are you ok with this?" I asked, trying to sound like I really believed we were going to sell my sex for money. Each time he said, "Yes, we will just try it this once, fulfill your fantasy, and if either one of us isn't ok with it then never again." Oh, Shit was all I could think.

The whole way to the hotel I kept thinking this is crazy. How far is he really going to take this. Does he know that I know this was all set up by him? Is he really telling me, I am going to have sex with a man I have never met? Does he really think I could ever do this? Would it be safe?

How much money will I make? I asked him. He quoted me the math, "The client pays $400, of which Linda gets 30% or $120. Plus you get tips which could be $200. So you will like get $500 for an hour."

It's all a big joke, he's set this up just to see what I would do. Any minute he is going to start to laugh and it will be over; however, after hesitating a minute he opened his door, got out, came over to my door, and let me out like a real chauffeur.

Instinctively I got out and with my arm in his, like we were just a normal couple, he led me into the hotel. The hotel where I was going to pretend to sell my body to a stranger.

As we walked passed the registration desk, it felt like everyone was looking at me. We walked straight to the elevators. Brad then pushed the button for the 16th floor and as he was exiting the elevator, told me room 1633. The doors shut and just like that, I was on my way up, but what was I on my way up to do? How far is Brad going to let this go?

Fastest elevator ever, before I knew it the doors opening. I looked over at the door to the stairs. I knew Brad must be running up the stairs as fast as he could.

Very slowly I walked down the hall to room 1633. The whole way I kept thinking I was going to turn around and run. Arriving at the room, hesitating for a minute, I knocked very softly on the door. When James Wilson opened the door it startled me because I thought I knock so softly that no one would hear.

He was a tall, handsome, well-spoken cowboy. Seriously, he owns a ranch and rides bucking broncos in rodeos. An hour later I was in the elevator on my way back down, knowing I had made a deal to tell Brad everything that happened. Oh shit! Did this really happen?

When I got in the car I wanted to explain, "Honey, I didn't think this was real. I thought you set this all up as a joke. I only did this because you encouraged me to live out my fantasy and you said you would love me no matter what and you were looking at porn where the wife had sex because the husband wanted her to and..." He cut me off and reassured me that he was ok and to just tell him what happened.

He was waiting for me, so I barely knock on the door. His name was Jim. He was about 6 feet tall, muscular, and wearing a cowboy hat. He had a big grin on his face. As he ushered me into his room he told me how beautiful I was. He was very well dressed in a light blue silk button up shirt and dark blue slacks. The minute I saw him, I knew he was wealthy and a big wig somewhere. Oh, and he's black. Brad asks, "How black?" Like there are different kinds of black. Well, he is very good looking man but I didn't say that. He looks just like Idris Elba who I think is one of the most attractive men in Hollywood. I told Brad he was definitely black.

Now honey, I still thought this was set up by you and any minute you were going to come rushing through the door. Everyone would laugh and we would go out to dinner.

We had champaign, not just any champaign but expensive champaign. He sipped his while I nervously drank 3 classes. He admitted that Linda told him this was my first time and then asked me if I really wanted to go through with it.

At first I want to explain that I knew this whole thing was a hoax and that you were waiting just outside the door. Then I remembered what Linda said about not talking about myself and I tried to turn it on him and asked him if he was ok being my first. His response really put me at ease. He said, "Of course, this is my first time too. I asked Linda to set me up with a girl who had never had sex with any man other than her husband. Linda told me that is hard to do, but I have been waiting." Then he complimented me again and told me how completely perfect I was and how excited he was to do this. I thought to myself, "If this would have been real, It would have made it easier knowing it was a first for him."

Then he came over and sat next to me. Asked if it was ok if he kissed me. I glanced at the door, expecting you to be there. Before I answered he slowly leaned in and we kissed. It wasn't aggressive and he was actually a good kisser. Then he asked if it was ok if he kissed my breast. Before I could answer, he started unbuttoning the front of my cocktail dress. He stopped, stared at my cleavage, and pull my bra up. I thought to myself, he was like a kid in a candy store. His smile, his excitement. He told me I had the most beautiful breast he had ever seen, and he leaned in and kissed each breast then sucked on my nipples, flicking them with his tongue until they were each hard.

"Oh shit! this is going too far. Where are you? When are you going to put a stop to it?" I thought to myself.

As he was kissing my breast, he slipped his hand under my dress and felt my panties. I was so wet, he must have known I was excited. He looked me in the eyes and as he takes his shirt off, asked if he could undress me.