The Rewards of Curiosity Pt. 01

My open relationship with my husband had progressed to threesomes, swapping, and swingers parties. The party at Justin and Kim's was one our most memorable nights, and still fresh in our thoughts after seven months. We had become very close friends, and enjoyed our frequent get togethers. Kim and I would have lunch with each other two or three times a week, and it was during one of our lunch break when she told me her student teacher was moving to our area after accepting a job at the high-school Kim taught at, and reminded me of the time I'd met her.

Andrea was the tall long-legged, red haired, young woman with spectacular breasts who was riding my husband in Kims guest room, when I was on my way to the bathroom, who'd told me when I came out of the bathroom that my husband was the most well endowed man she'd ever met. I also remembered that her hair and make-up were a mess, and she had a squeaky voice.

She moved to a newly refurbished farm house on the outskirts of town after her graduation, became one of my clients at the insurance agency I worked for, joined the fitness center Kim and I were members of, and started joining us for lunch. My memory of her was different from the young woman who was quickly becoming a friend. Andrea's hair was a beautiful auburn, her blue eyes sparkled, she was charming, sophisticated, smart, witty, and modest. The only memory that I was right about was her gorgeous figure.

She visited our homes regularly, doted on our children, and had Kim and I over for several girls nights out. She politely rebuffed the frequent advances of the young men around town, made herself available to my husband whenever he wanted, only after making sure I was okay with it. The summer flew by, school was about to start, and we had a very interesting girls night exploring our bisexuality at her home, after which Andrea confessed her secrets, telling us about her childhood, and how she'd managed to put herself through college after a series of devastating events.

She had spent the summer after her freshman year working as an exotic dancer in Myrtle Beach, and after returning to school, had become an escort for an exclusive dating service that catered to a group of extremely wealthy and powerful men and women. She was no longer working for the dating service, but she was still involved with almost a dozen clients who were happy to pay her handsomely for her attention, but she didn't think she would be able to continue and fulfill her lifetime dream of being a teacher. She explained the ins and outs of her lucrative business, all the pros, cons, and pitfalls, ending her confession saying she felt better now that we knew her dark, dirty secret. Both Kim and I were surprised, but we were also very curious, and started asking questions, Andrea answered all of them, including how she managed to keep her finances from drawing unwanted attention. Then she showed us her safe, which was hidden behind a wall in her closet. It was full of jewelry, file folders and stacks of hundred dollar bills neatly wrapped in thousand dollar packets. Neither Kim or I knew what to say, but Andrea told us, if we wanted to find out more, she would be more than glad to help. I called my husband about ten-thirty telling him I was staying the night, while Kim let Justin know she wasn't coming home, that we were having to much fun.

We wrapped up in blankets, poured a glass of wine, and continued our conversation on Andrea's back porch. Andrea told us that due to our unconventional marriages we were a perfect position to profit from our enjoyment of sex. When I mentioned the fact that she was much younger, she stopped me, asking how much time I spent at the fitness center, telling me I was a beautiful lady, with a great body, who had my husbands permission to fuck any man I wanted. She grabbed a note pad and asked for mine and Kim's measurements, Kim laughed, but told her five-five, one hundred twenty one pounds, 34DD-22-36, Andrea wrote them down, and looked at me, so I told her five-seven, one twenty nine, 36D-24-38. She wrote hers down, five-eight, one-thirty three, 36DD-24-36 and showed us the three columns, asking us if we ever had a problem finding a man unwilling to fuck us. She convinced us to let her take a few risqué photographs, and asked for an hour saying she'd prove that she was right. By one in the morning everyone of her clients had texted her back, saying yes to both of us and asked when we'd be available for a date. Andrea answered all of them saying she would let them know within two weeks.

A month and a half later, we left Kim's suburban parked in short term parking at the airport, climbed into a limousine and were on our way to a fancy motel in downtown Columbia to meet our dates.

Kim and I had adjoining rooms, Andreas room was down the hall. Her last piece of advice was to forget about money and have fun with our dates. I took a long, hot bath, fixed my hair and make-up, put on a sheer white lace bra, matching thong, garter and black hose. My new dark blue, pin stripe skirt, white satin shirt, and jacket, three inch stiletto heels, had two shots of tequila to settle my nerves, ate a mint, and looked at myself in the mirror telling my reflection that I was a beautiful, hot, sexy lady. I paced the room, looked out the seventh floor window and waited for my date to arrive.

At seven thirty that evening I looked through the peephole to see my date, opened the door and invited him in, formally introduced myself and asked if he would like a drink. Jasper was a fifty three year old attorney from Savanah, dressed in a nice two piece suit, with a slender build, thin brown hair, dark brown eyes, a inch or so shorter than me. He had a little gut, a deep gravelly voice, and a charming smile. He was a true southern gentleman, extremely polite, showering me with compliments as I poured his drink of scotch. I took his coat, gave him his drink and hung his coat on a hanger before sitting down at the small table in the corner of the room. He wore a very pleasant smelling cologne, and we had a nice conversation while he sipped his drink.

He spoke highly of Andrea, asked how we knew each other, accepting my explanation that we'd met through a mutual friend and then set his empty glass on the table, asking if he could help me with my jacket, which he placed on a hanger beside his. He asked if I was hungry, pointing to the room service menu telling me we could order anything. When I told him maybe later, he said that was fine, and told me I was very beautiful and had an exquisite figure, and stepped across the room smiling. I reached up and untied his necktie unfastened the top two buttons on his shirt, and kissed him gently, took his warm soft hands and pulled them to my waist. His dark eyes lit up as he pulled me into a slow, hard kiss, his scotch flavored tongue snaking into my mouth while his hands were busy untucking my white satin shirt, and unfastening the buttons.

Caressing my skin as he pushed it off my shoulders and helped me remove it, our kiss ended abruptly as his eyes focused on the sheer lace bra that covered my breasts. Heeding a bit of advice from Andrea, and the customer service skills learned as an insurance agent, I stroked his ego, telling him how much I was enjoying his warm strong hands, purring like a cat when he cupped my breasts and gently squeezed them. I lowered the zipper of my skirt, pushed it over my hips letting it fall to the floor, stepped out of it, and asked him to squeeze harder that it felt so good, as I removed his cufflinks and unbuttoned his shirt, running my fingers through the thick hair on his chest and stomach, moaning as he squeezed harder and began playing with my nipples which were erect and as sensitive as they always were.

Jasper grasped my shoulders, and held me at arms length looking up and down my body, saying he loved my sexy undergarments, and took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and pulled me back against him kissing me feverishly, the hair on his chest tickled me as he caressed my scantily clad body. His soft warm hands felt extremely good, and I was tantilized by his gentle exploration. I had his belt and slacks undone, his zipper down and was reaching down the front of his boxers when he unhooked my bra, and pushed me back on the king size bed and stared at my bare breasts, telling me I had lovely boobies, and asked if I would like to meet Mr. Happy as he lowered his pants and boxers, standing up with his semi erect rather average cock in his hand, but extremely large, impressive testicles. I moved to the edge of the bed taking his them gently into my hand, smiling as he stroked his cock and said hello there Mr Happy, you are a handsome devil.

I wrapped my hand around Jaspers stroking with him. Without even thinking about Andreas rule about using condoms, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around the head of Jaspers cock, sucked it into my mouth and felt it swelling, then buried my face in the thick wiry pubic hair as I took his entire shaft in my mouth and bobbed up and down on his now fully erect cock, pausing only to tell him he had a such a nice big cock before going back down.

When he began thrusting his hips, and I felt his scrotum tighten I stopped, looked up and asked that he get in bed with me, He helped me remove my shoes, garterbelt, hose, and lace thong, and surprised me when he sniffed, lick, and sucked the wet crotch of my thong, saying how sweet my pretty, little, kitty tasted, then proceeded to go down on me sucking and playing with my clit, finger and tongue fucking me to several unexpected, but, beautiful orgasms, after which he fucked me until he could hold back no longer and covered my abdomen and breasts with a large amount of thick, foamy white semen. He jumped up ran to the bathroom, returned with a warm wash cloth and towel which he cleaned me up with and laid down beside me. He was an extremely considerate lover, and I was having a great time with him. We rested for a while, and he put on a condom, after asking if I liked anal sex, and he fucked me from behind, while I fingered myself and had a wonderful wet gushing orgasm, telling him how good he made me feel, that I didn't want him to stop.

Before the night was over, I gave him a very long, wet, sloppy blow job and swallowed every last drop, brushed my teeth, rinsed with mouthwash, and bathed his limp cock and testicles with a warm wash cloth. We kissed goodnight and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning alone, with a glass of water on the bedside table. I showered, pulled my hair back in a ponytail, put a little make-up on and found an envelope on my overnight bag, I got dressed, picked up my clothes, and sat down, opened the envelope, it contained twenty five one hundred dollar bills, and a short note thanking me for an amazing night.

As planned I met Andrea and Kim in the restaurant, we had breakfast, rode the limo back to the airport, we talked about our dates on the way home, and when we dropped Andrea off she gave each of us a large, heavy manilla envelope, kissed us goodbye, told us to let her know when we were ready for another date and went into her house as we pulled out of her driveway. Kim was almost giddy headed when we stopped and opened our envelopes, telling me her date had left her a healthy tip, on top of the eight grand in the envelope. We put our envelopes in our bags and agreed to go on at least one more date before she dropped me off.

I enjoyed the rest of my weekend with my husband and children, told my husband about meeting Jasper, leaving out the part that I was paid to fuck him. Monday I put the envelope and my tip in a safe deposit box at a bank and it was business as usual for the next month. The thin line between hot wife and whore is paved with crisp new hundred dollar bills.