There is no use hiding the facts. At 18, I was a male gigolo. I earned my money by satisfying the carnal needs of older women in our town. Our town was not a big town by any means; but you would have been surprised at the number of older, unsatisfied women in town.
Once the husband hit 50 or so; or became succesful in business; or just got bored with the wife, her frustrations would begin.
Some of these women were raving beauties. Some had seen better days. Deep down, they all needed to be reassured they were still attractive. That's where I came in. Truth was, if some of the husbands had just treated their wives like whores, I would have been out of circulation.
Six days a week I was busy. On school days, I might have 2 "dates". On non-school days, I would average 4 to 5 dates per day. There was just that much unhappiness in the town. What pleasures for me however.
I remember one particularly well. Her husband was a prominent lawyer. When he wasn't working, he was at the country club or out of town on golf outings. If he was away overnight, it was normal for her to be my last stop of the day; and I would stay overnight.
I arrived one evening around 7:00. She answered the door; by her attire, I knew he was away for the evening. She'd kinked up her hair the way I liked it. Extremely heavy makeup and lipstick were added. She was wearing heels, bikini panties, and a gold necklace.
She was in her mid-50s. I'm not normally turned on by thin women; this one was different. She was only 5 foot tall and weighed in at about 90 pounds. She worked out and had a trim figure. She was meticulous in appearance when out in public. Her pussy was shaved; she knew I liked that. Her hair was grey; but she did not appear old.
She greeted me at the door with a heavy kiss; it was almost like she wanted one of the neighbors to tell her husband. She was almost bouncing like a school girl as we went into the living room. The patio door drapes were open; a nosy neighbor would have seen us. I often wondered if she was that unhappy.
She knew I'd had several other dates that day; yet that was not a problem for her. She even knew some of the other women I serviced.
Before we started that night she told me she had a favor to ask of me. Her college roommate was coming to town and she wanted me to do a 3-some with them. I agreed and could see the sense of relief she had.
We were standing by the slider as we began kissing. I had to bend down some due to her height; and she always rose up on her toes. Her hands were around my neck as we french kissed. My hands were on her ass; I was squeezing and rubbing through thin silk panties which barely covered half her ass.
She could feel my hard on through my shorts; and seemed to enjoy rubbing against it. She pulled her lips away long enough to express her desire to be treated like a whore. I promised she would feel used and abused when I finished.
I lifted her from the ground and turned to retreat from the doors. I did not want to be the cause of family problems. Her children were away at college; heck, I had dated the daughter while she was in high school.
