You and your husband had been talking about a fantasy of your selling yourself for sex for some time. You’ve taken little steps like going out dressed more slutty and flirting with random guys, but you haven’t carried it out completely yet. Unbeknownst to you, your husband and I have been setting something up over the past few weeks.
The two of you have gone out to eat at an anonymous hole-in-the-wall bar with you dressed up in one of your outfits designed to turn heads. Your husband is checking his phone a little more often than usual. With his last notification, he announces to you: tonight’s the night.
“In about five minutes, a dark blue BMW is going to pull up to the curb just outside the bar. He’ll roll down the passenger window …”
And we carry out the conversation that he guided you through.
You: “Hey, are you looking for someone?”
The lighting is a little dim, but you’d be able to see that I’m a middle-aged white guy, not too bad looking, and well dressed. “Are you working tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“How much?”
“$X00.”
I unlock the door to let you in and peel off the right number of bills from a roll out of my pocket. Once you’re seated with the door shut, I put the car in gear and start off. I casually rest my left hand on your thigh and start some small talk.
Your husband wrapped up the conversation at the table telling you that he knows where I’m taking you, and that he’ll be waiting for you in the car just outside the lobby in about an hour and a half. He kept your purse with him, leaving you nothing but the clothes you had picked out earlier. “Have fun,” he said with a little grin on his face.
Kinks: awkward first times, being dominant (but nothing terribly crazy for a scenario such as this), oral, swallowing, facials, hairpulling