Chapter 41

I didn’t think too much about it, but over the next few days, Michelle seemed different, like something was bothering her. I asked several times and she always said she was fine and there wasn’t anything. Even when we made love she seemed a little remote.

I asked her if there had been something about the weekend that had bothered her, but she always said no and told me what a beautiful weekend it had been. I finally blurted out, “Michelle, sweetheart, what the hell is wrong? You can’t keep telling me it’s nothing!”

She sighed, looked away, then back toward me and finally opened up. “There is something. I’ve been afraid to say anything for fear how you’d react.” She looked away, looking almost like she was going to cry.

“Sweetheart, you know there isn’t anything you could say that’ll make me love you any less.” Actually, I was almost afraid that maybe she’d fallen in love with Brian! But I didn’t know how that could be after all the different sexual adventures we’ve had in the last couple years.

She wouldn’t look at me and spoke quietly, “I’ve had this fantasy a long time and I think Brian kind of brought it out of me, making it seem more like it could maybe be real sometime.”

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she might be talking about – a fantasy she hasn’t shared with me? What fantasy could there possibly be left that we haven’t done?

She spoke so softly, “Remember when I told you I wanted to actually be a stripper at the Honey Bunzz? This one’s even bigger than that. Actually, a lot bigger!

You want what?” I asked her, I’m sure my eyes and the expression on my face showed my shock. I don’t know what I was expecting, but certainly not that! Michelle took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes and told me once again, “I want to be an escort ... a paid escort.”

“You mean, for sex? A prostitute?”

She shook her head up and down affirmatively, “But not like you’re probably thinking. I mean pre-arranged dates, dinner, maybe dancing, I’m thinking about a romantic evening, then back to my hotel.”

I didn’t have any idea what to say. It was shocking what my wife was telling me ... she wants to be a prostitute, sex with strangers for money! I knew I should have been outraged at her, but it sounded hot as hell to me. How the hell can you be rational when your hot wife says she wants to sell herself? I guess the first actually lucid thought that entered my mind was Michelle’s safety. “No, I don’t want you to do that, it’s not safe. There are too many crazy people out there.”

“Honey, I thought about that too. That’s why I’d insist on being out in the public in the beginning with him. I’m not talking about standing on a street corner. I’ve actually done some research on it. I’d do this in Seattle and there aren’t any reports of escorts getting hurt.”

I still didn’t know what to say. “What about the law? It’s illegal.”

It seems she’s done quite a bit of research and had an answer for whatever I asked, “According to what I’ve read, the police don’t bother escorts. They go after street walkers and prostitution houses, but not escorts. Plus, there’s things that an escort has to do to be sure her customer isn’t a policeman. In Seattle, they’re pretty liberal and don’t bother escorts at all.”

“Diseases? What about getting an STD?”

“I’d always make him use a condom, unless he has a health certificate and I’m comfortable that he’s safe.”

“You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you? You really want to do this?”

“Yes, and yes. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and it sounds so hot to me.”

“What about your job? They might not like their legal assistant having weekend work like that.”

“I thought about that too. Actually, part of my fantasy is that I have to do it to help support us. If I did this, I’d quit my job.”

It was really dawning on me that she was actually serious! Aside from all the safety, legal and other implications, I couldn’t decide how I felt about it. Yeah, it sounded hot, but it also seemed like going too far. “Can we think about it for a while?” Then another thought entered my pea brain, “You’ve done so much research on this, why haven’t you mentioned it before?”

“I was afraid of how you’d react. It’s not like I wanted to just blurt out, ‘Honey, I think I want to be a prostitute.’ It’s been kind of nerve-wracking thinking of how to tell you.”

I nodded, “I need a little time to digest this. Can we talk about it some more tomorrow?”

When I went to bed that night, and Michelle joined me wearing a little baby-doll nightie, I couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like for some guy she’d just met to go to bed with her. I tried to put myself in his shoes and enjoy making love with my wife like we’d just met. Our sex life was on fire and each new revelation threw more fuel onto our fire. We had quite a nice night of fucking that night!

The other thing that went through my mind was that it was only a little over two years ago that we were a typical monogamous couple. Other than one time in Kodiak, the closest we’d come to sharing was switching partners at square dances. Quite a difference in two short years!

I remembered the night I had with Jacqui where she forced me to pay her a thousand dollars to be my whore for the night in an old whorehouse in Virginia City, Nevada. That night had been damn hot, and I don’t mean the temperature! I couldn’t get the thought of Michelle having nights like that with strange men out of my mind.

Michelle and I had to work the next day so we didn’t get a chance to talk about it until that evening. I was home before her and got a text that she’d be late because of helping an attorney prepare for a case the next day. I’d been anxiously waiting to talk to her all day and was a little irritated when I had to keep waiting. It was almost eight before she called me and said she was on her way home.

I had some hamburger patties out and ready to go on the grill so they’d be ready as soon as she got there. While we were eating, I asked her, “Okay, how would that work?”

She went and got her laptop and showed me the web page she’d already started to put together. She was planning on hiring a photographer for some glamour pictures and even a sexy video. She’d also found several directories to advertise her site; most were free, but there was one that would cost some money. She went on, “I’ll insist on dinner in a public place, then if he wants to go dancing, we’ll do that. Otherwise, I’ll take him back to my hotel room for an hour or two, however long it takes.” I asked her about overnight, but she explained that from everything she’d read it wasn’t a good idea so she wouldn’t do that. I could tell from talking to her how excited she was. She admitted that she’d been thinking about it for the last several weeks.

We went back and forth on details: what she’d charge – fifteen hundred dollars; how many nights a week – two; what she’d do with the guy – whatever he wanted as long it was legal between consenting adults; how to assure her safety; she explained how to be sure her customer wasn’t an undercover policeman, and the fact she’d be out in public with him and make him use his credit card; when would she start – as soon as she could get her site up, and she wants to give her firm a month’s notice. She said she’d do that tomorrow.

I’m not sure how to explain some of that without making it sound clinical, like a simple business transaction. I guess in a way, that’s what it was going to be, but so much more than that. What I was really interested in was the men who’d be her lovers (I hate the word “clients”.), how she’d pick the lucky guys, what she’d do with them and so on.

Michelle submitted her letter of resignation the next day for April 15th. There was a lot of angst in her office, she’d been there so long that she’d become almost irreplaceable. She was the go-to person whenever there was a problem or one of the attorneys needed some advice on a problem with their case. She hadn’t had any actual legal training, but had picked up so much over the years that she was as versed in the law, or more so, than the attorneys she worked with. Besides that, I knew they’d all miss her beautiful, smiling face in their office.

I know that part of her fantasy was putting herself in the position where she’d literally have to prostitute herself to help support us. I sure as hell hoped she knew what she was doing! I suspected we could get by on my income if we had to, but certainly not without a lot of pain. At least I had health insurance on both of us through my City job.

The next few weeks were busy for Michelle as she was working on her website, doing some modeling for pictures and videos, arranging her advertising and so on. She showed me the pictures and video she had made. In one of the pictures she was in her beautiful wrap dress and in another in a long nightgown that barely showed her intimate parts. The video was of her, behind a semi-sheer and blurry curtain wearing a baby-doll nightie and pulling it off over her head, which then showed a blurred image of her nakedness behind the curtain. It was sexy as hell. If those didn’t attract attention, nothing would!

The ads she posted on the three escort sites had a small picture of her wearing a demure gown, but it definitely showed off her figure. Her website was very careful not mention anything specifically sexual, although there was enough innuendo that there wasn’t any doubt of what she was offering for the fifteen-hundred dollars.

Michelle didn’t forget about Shaun. She spent one night a week with him. She never told me what Shaun thought about her being an escort. He still welcomed her to spend nights with him, so it must have been at least moderately okay with him. We didn’t talk about her love-life with him, but she was almost always tired the next night, so I presumed they undoubtedly spent a good share of their nights together either making love or fucking. I’d come to accept that he was more like a second husband than simply a boyfriend. I presumed that if something ever happened to me, she’d move in with and probably marry Shaun.

She was also doing a lot of planning for Jacqui’s wedding the end of the month. It was hard to believe how fast that was coming. We were planning to leave for Great Falls on Thursday, the twenty-eighth after I got off work, spend a night in Spokane, then drive the rest of the way the next day. Jacqui and her fiancée were having a wedding practice Friday night that Michelle needed to be there for.

We spent a lot of time discussing what we wanted to give them for a wedding gift, and finally decided on an all-expense paid trip to Hawaii. Michelle called Ginger and arranged with her to help Jacqui when they decided to go, telling her to let us know the cost of the trip. Then Michelle called Jacqui and let her know what we were giving them, in case they wanted to use the trip for their honeymoon. Jacqui was thrilled beyond words, but they’d already made reservations in Las Vegas, including some shows for their honeymoon. Michelle let her know to call Ginger, and gave her the phone number of the travel agency to plan the trip.

Michelle’s office held a going-away party for her on her last day. They had a dinner at the Texas Roadhouse, a fairly new, but excellent restaurant in Kennewick. Michelle and I would’ve preferred to have it at the Black Angus, but they didn’t have any accommodations for large groups ... and it definitely turned out to be a large group, they’d reserved a whole dining room for the evening. Everyone from the firm was there, as well as lots of the clients who’d worked with Michelle over the years. Several gave little speeches about how much they were going to miss her. Many hoped she’d be back and told her that she’d be welcomed at any time. Several of their clients spoke about how much she’d done for them as well. The firm bought both of us dinner and gave Michelle a five-hundred-dollar gift card that could be used anywhere in the Columbia Center Mall.