Young Woman's Prostitute Journey
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Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In the sultry shadows of marital neglect, a stunning wife—blessed with porcelain skin, D-cup curves that command desire, and legs that whisper forbidden promises—reaches her breaking point on their forgotten anniversary. Ignored by her work-obsessed husband, she unleashes her pent-up fury in the most intoxicating revenge: a clandestine rendezvous with Logan, a rugged 60-year-old stranger whose calloused hands and throbbing manhood awaken her body like never before. From teasing dances that bare
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Slut Wife Wimp Husband Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Prostitution
My husband and I spent a whole day getting our baby a thorough checkup. Our friend, the doctor we call Dragon, looked over the reports and said with a smile, “Looks good, the little one’s perfectly healthy.”
“Thanks, doc,” my husband replied.
As we were about to head out, I lingered by the door and signaled for him to take the kid home first. Dragon caught on to what I was thinking and added, “Try not to worry too much. After all, there’s no solid proof that stuff is real, a lot of folks call it junk science.”
I’ve always been the cautious type, and unstable things like this make me anxious. Is that a flaw? I can’t figure it out. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place, but Scarlett has been so good to me, how could I say no? When she found out, she went out of her way to make it up to me. What else could I do? She didn’t mean any harm, and neither did I. As for my husband, he has no clue about any of it. The whole story goes back to about six months after I started that side gig as an escort.
That night, after seeing Logan off, I changed the sheets completely to keep my husband from noticing anything. I tossed out everything that showed signs of what Logan and I had done. Luckily, I put in extra effort to please my husband later, so he didn’t pick up on much, and I brushed it off easily. I thought that was the end of it, but then something unexpected happened.
I’m not sure if my husband figured out I’d been unfaithful, but after that night, he treated me better, and our relationship stepped up a notch, getting back to how it used to be. Before long, I was pregnant.
Ever since we got married, I’d been careful with protection, even during safe times when the odds are low. It’s embarrassing to admit, but on our wedding night, I didn’t even let him get that close. From what I learned from my doctor friend, even a guy’s pre-fluid can carry a small chance of sperm, so pregnancy is possible without full release inside. My husband was understanding about it and didn’t mind much.
During that escort job, I was extra careful to protect myself. I used my hand to block my entrance tightly, keeping Logan’s release from slipping in. Even when we played games with it, I kept my distance from his manhood.
Six months flew by, and my husband and I put baby-making on the agenda. I tracked my ovulation closely, aiming for the perfect moment to offer him my egg and bring the best outcome to our love. We agreed that once he wrapped up his last big deal of the year, he’d come home and focus entirely on me.
That deal was with a big shot named Robert. Scarlett and I went along with my husband to the meeting. Robert was straightforward and generous. As soon as we arrived, he treated us to an extravagant meal costing thousands, full of pricey but unsatisfying dishes. You know how it goes, after accepting hospitality like that, Scarlett and I couldn’t refuse when he poured us a few drinks. A couple rounds in, and we were both feeling woozy.
Robert slapped my husband on the back and kept praising him right in front of me, saying I had great taste and was lucky. I smiled and nodded along. After a few more drinks, Robert took my husband downstairs to a club. I wanted to tag along, but Scarlett grabbed my arm and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Going with my husband, what else?” I replied, confused.
Scarlett giggled and said I was either clueless or pretending to be. Those two guys heading to a club like that meant they were probably looking for some fun on the side. As a stunning woman, if I followed, people might mistake me for one of the workers. I pulled her aside and whispered, “So what? I’ve tried this before, no big deal.”
Scarlett shook her head in frustration and explained that it was just business entertainment, unavoidable when dealing with clients, so why worry.
“But I am worried,” I said. “We’re planning for a baby, and he’s been saving up his energy. He can’t waste it now.”
Scarlett sighed and pointed out that guys recover quickly, their production is strong.
I couldn’t accept that. After thinking for a bit, an idea hit me. “Scarlett, don’t you know a bunch of women in this line of work? Call one over to handle Robert.”
She laughed and said he was already in the mood, how could she stop him now?
I pondered for a moment and asked, “Did you bring your makeup kit?”
“Of course,” she replied. “I’m all about looking good, I always carry it.”
I borrowed her makeup and found a hidden spot in the club. With my skills, I transformed my face in just a few minutes, turning myself into someone unrecognizable. If I swapped my clothes, blending in would be easy. I had Scarlett sneak an outfit from the changing room. She kept watch while I changed. Once ready, I straightened up, highlighting my figure, and followed my husband and Robert inside.
The club was lit with dim red lights, creating an intimate vibe. Private booths were sectioned off with custom glass doors for privacy and excellent soundproofing, so no moans leaked out. As I wandered through, I saw plenty of alluring women lounging with legs crossed in strappy dresses, their fair skin and full curves radiating temptation, drawing in every passing guy.
They had great bodies, catching lots of hungry stares, but soon those eyes shifted to me. My standout figure outshone them all. Men gazed at my sensual form, savoring the exposed parts. It secretly thrilled me, this rush from being desired, stirring something new inside. Their looks traced my long legs, my chest, my face. In my low-cut top, I carried myself like the club’s star, my subtle perfume pulling them in, holding them captive.
I quickly spotted Robert and my husband in a small room, picking out companions. They’d gone through several rounds without choosing, women coming and going. Finally, my husband spoke to the lead woman, who shook her head and said it’d be an hour before more arrived. Robert slumped down, disappointed. My husband, knowing this was a key client, couldn’t let him down, so he had snacks brought in to keep things steady.
I breathed a sigh of relief. My husband hadn’t gone through with anything yet, his carefully saved essence still intact, the precious resource safe. I adjusted my makeup and figured I’d use this short window to charm Robert, then find a way to get my husband out and home.
I picked a sleek black evening dress with a deep plunge down to my waist. Flesh-toned covers kept things modest at the tips, but the rest was barely concealed. This bold design showcased my full curves perfectly, most of them on display. The short hem hit mid-thigh, the thin fabric making my pale legs look even longer, the black contrasting sharply with my fair skin.
“Sir,” I purred, leaning against the doorframe seductively.
“Whoa, gorgeous!” Robert whistled playfully.
I scanned the room carefully. It wasn’t huge, but a large white bed took up most of the space, looking clean, though everyone knew it had seen plenty of action from countless encounters. The soundproofing here wasn’t as good as outside, and I could hear passionate cries from next door.
“Yes, oh yes, harder!”
“Give it to me! Oh!”
“Pound me, hurry!”
The waves of sounds filled our ears, building the tension.
Robert grinned at my husband. “Hear how intense it is next door? We’ve got to match that energy.”
My husband chuckled. “Picked one yet, boss?”
Robert laughed and pointed at me. “What about this cutie?”
My husband glanced over, avoiding direct eye contact to not recognize me.
“Yeah ... she seems fine,” he said.
Thank goodness he didn’t spot me. A weight lifted off my chest.
I lowered my gaze, mimicking the workers’ tone. “What service would you like, sir?”
Robert was lean, almost bony, but fit with no extra fat, a step up from Logan. Around 45, dressed simply in a suit, he looked like any successful guy.
I waited patiently for his response. He eyed me for a while and asked, “What do you offer?”
I pulled out the service menu Scarlett had given me before I entered. She’d quickly run me through it, and luckily I pick things up fast, though without real experience, I’d have to fake confidence.
“We have massages, take a look,” I said.
He stared at me intently, his gaze sharp, like he sensed something but stayed quiet. He scanned the menu, checked off several items, and asked, “How much for the night?”
“Three thousand dollars,” I replied.
“That’s steep,” my husband interjected.
“That’s the rate,” I shot back, thinking to myself, hey, I’m your wife, with a body like this, isn’t it worth it? It irked me.
“This one’s definitely worth it,” Robert said, calming my husband. He told me to tidy up and get ready to leave with him, but first, a test run to see if I delivered. If good, a big tip was in it. I organized things neatly and set them aside. My husband sat nearby, oblivious that the woman about to serve Robert was his own wife. I needed to create an opening for him to leave, but this guy wouldn’t just go without a nudge. The best plan was to signal Scarlett outside to pull him away.
Robert stripped to his underwear and lay on the bed. I glanced around, no escape now, and the manager would return in an hour, spotting me for sure. I had to captivate Robert before then. I approached the bed smoothly and climbed on. My husband watched, unaware his wife was about to use her body on another man right there.
Robert pulled me close, his hands gliding over my smooth thighs, eyes on my chest. “You don’t seem like you’re in this line,” he said with a smile.
“Life’s full of surprises,” I replied lightly.
He exhaled dramatically, eyeing my prominent curves, the deep cleavage drawing him in. Even my husband snuck peeks.
“Want a shower first?” I asked.
His hand moved up from my thigh, landing on my chest, kneading gently through the fabric. The covers blocked the peaks, but most of the softness was exposed, letting him feel the texture.
His breathing quickened. I sensed his arousal growing, pressing against my inner thigh. He handed a condom to my husband, who asked oddly, “Not using it?”
Robert shook his head with a grin. “If we’re not going all the way, no need, right?”
I nodded, wondering how he knew that, maybe from experience? He tugged down my neckline, the fabric slipping off my shoulders, revealing my firm chest proudly. He peeled off the covers, exposing my treasures to both men. What was meant only for my husband was now being handled roughly by another, right in front of him, and he had no idea. My flushing face and shifting shapes screamed that my desires were igniting.
Robert laughed. “Wow, impressive! So full and perky!”
I smiled, but then my husband chimed in, “If they’re that good, enjoy them more! Haha.”
Seriously, do you like the idea of your wife’s assets being fondled by someone else? Are you dense? Robert, pleased, said, “Alright, let’s start with some oral.”
He released my chest and patted my rear. No choice but to comply. I slid off his underwear, revealing his impressive arousal, the tip a faint purple, veins prominent, base heavy and swollen. It made my heart race a bit.
I took hold of his length and eased it into my mouth. Half-exposed, I positioned between his legs. He touched my face gently, then resumed caressing my curves, savoring the pleasure. Shyly, I said, “Sir, please don’t finish in my mouth, okay?”
“Why not?” he asked with a smile.
Blushing, as he admired my aroused form, his rough hands gliding over my smooth skin, sending unique thrills, I instinctively pressed closer. “It tastes awful.”
He burst out laughing. “Fine! When I’m close, I’ll pull out and aim for your chest instead.”