Wife’s Call Girl Fantasy Part 1

Some years ago, having watched the film Pretty Woman, my wife admitted to fantasizing about being a high priced call girl: only in the best of hotels, etc. This fantasy would sometimes surface in bed when we played together but that’s as far as it ever went, which was fine by me realizing it was nothing more than a fantasy. OR WAS IT?

Having been married for quite a few years and with adult children around the house, it’s fair to say that our sex life had gotten a little monotonous. That said, it was now a case of quality rather than quantity. Nevertheless, a little more, a little more often would not go amiss!
In adding a little spice around the bedroom one of the things I liked to enjoy was hearing from my wife Julie what her fantasies were. We didn’t chat about them over a cup of tea and she only told me them when making love, but I really enjoyed hearing them nonetheless. I remember it once being said that the mind was the sexiest organ a person had and I have to agree – what goes on in the mind is often far sexier than reality. Hence my enjoyment in Julie’s fantasies. I only wished that sometimes she’d let her inhibitions go and act like she fantasized!

Anyway, occasionally I would attempt to introduce situations that might allow us some opportunity to have a little extra fun, and booking into a hotel now and then gave us these chances. I had found that doing so sometimes seemed to release her from her inhibitions and I had my fingers crossed for something along those lines this time. The hotel chosen was a very expensive one, but we could afford it and maybe splashing out like this was necessary! It was certainly plush and exuded quality.

We arrived Saturday lunch time and after checking in there was a positive response from Julie which lifted my hopes for later that day. To help her mood even more I agreed to go shopping with her in the city centre which was a short drive away and I think she purchased some hold-up stockings which I hoped meant she had packed some lingerie for the weekend.

We returned to the hotel about 7pm and put the shopping bags away. Julie insisted she shower first which it turned out allowed her to dress by the time I’d showered and shaved etc. That did mean I didn’t get a chance to see what she’d put on under the figure hugging black wrap dress that I loved her to wear. It had quite a plunging neck line but best of all it was split up to the thigh when she walked. I was able to see she had black hose on her legs but were they stockings or not? The whole outfit was finished off with some black high heel court shoes which shaped her legs beautifully, and she has great legs! She did something different with her makeup and the result was amazing – she looked incredible and was I thrilled to see her like that!

Dinner hadn’t been booked but the concierge had earlier said that it wasn’t a problem as the hotel was quiet ahead of some delegates arriving on Sunday for a Conference which began Monday morning, although apparently some were arriving Saturday. Making sure I had my wallet before heading downstairs, my final act was to open a bottle of champagne which we shared. This was another one of my tactics as I knew it went straight to her head and a couple of glasses inside her might help “loosen” her up. Having drunk the bottle (well, she had mainly) we were heading for the door when my mobile phone rang. Without thinking I answered it, much to Julie’s annoyance. Things weren’t helped when it turned out to be a call from work. What I hoped to be a 2 minute call turned out to be a much longer one and when I turned round I realized Julie had gone down to the restaurant ahead of me.

30 minutes later I sheepishly headed downstairs, realizing that the atmosphere was totally ruined. I went to the restaurant but she was nowhere to be seen and apparently had not even gone there asking for a table. Where was she? I went into the reception area to see if she was sat there but no, she wasn’t to be seen. That only left the bar so I made my way there.

What awaited me gave me the shock of my life! AND it obviously registered on my face as the barman said, “Good looker isn’t she?”

There was Julie sat on a high bar stool with a drink in one hand and her skirt falling open to reveal a wonderful view of her crossed legs and a tantalizing glimpse of lacy stocking top! But it was the fact that she wasn’t alone that caused my stomach to do somersaults! Sat on a stool next to her in a lounge suit was a guy who was probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s and who was gazing longingly at her. She was laughing at whatever he was saying to her and appeared not to care who was watching or about what people might think.

“Who is she?” I said.

“Don’t know,” replied the barman. “But it’s obvious what she is, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s so obvious, surely? Looks like a call girl to me and that guy’s well known here for paying for beautiful female company.”

“A call girl?” I stammered “You mean a hooker?”

“Sure, as you’d know if you’d seen her earlier,” the barman responded. “Anyway what are you drinking sir?” he asked.

“Give me a gin and tonic and make it a double – not much tonic,” I said.

My wife was sat on a stool not 10 feet away totally ignoring me and focusing all her attention on this stranger. By now she was touching him, occasionally brushing her hand on his thigh or stroking his upper arm. What was I to do? I was totally bewildered knowing that if I did I would cause a major scene and we wouldn’t be staying for the rest of the night that was for sure.

Whilst I was thinking about my next move the two of them changed their seats at the bar for a cozy alcove. I noticed that there was an empty bench seat beyond a low glass screen at the side of the alcove and I moved there where I could hear their conversation.

“So then my dear, are you alone then?” he was asking.

“My husband’s around somewhere,” she replied. “But screw him, he’s busy with his phone calls.” She paused briefly and then added, “No, that’s not nice of me, he’s really worked hard for our family but he’s always wanting more for us and he doesn’t need to do so much.”

“Oh I see,” said the guy, then with a little laugh in his voice, “Well what can I say – you said screw him. Well thanks for the invite, but it’s you I’d like to screw!”

She laughed nervously in response, saying in an apparent attempt to distance herself from him, (and to my relief) “You couldn’t afford me!” Little did she know what she had just said though I don’t think it had anything to do with her call girl fantasy.

“Oh, I think I could.” he said.

“Why how much have you got?” she asked.

“How much would 2 or 3 hours alone with you cost?” asked the guy.

“Oh a fortune,” Julie responded in a lighthearted way.

“How much?” he persisted.

“Oh, a few hundred,” she flippantly replied.

“That’s quite a lot,” the guy said with a small degree of shock, “You think you’re worth it?”

“Of course,” she said somewhat smugly, “But never mind. You’ll just have to wonder what it might be like.”

“Just a moment please, dear. OK?” he said and called the barman across. He whispered in the barman’s ears and a short while later another member of staff approached the booth and handed over a thick envelope to him.

“What’s that?” she asked, taking another sip from yet another gin and tonic.

He handed it to her and said, “Open it.”

She did but on doing so let out an audible gasp. “How much is there in there?” she questioned.

“A few hundred,” he responded.

“Where did that come from?” she questioned. Her voice not quite as sure as it had been earlier.

“I use this place a lot and I deposit money with them for safe keeping. I like having cash available for those special purchases. Much easier than credit cards, etc. Now as you’ve got your ‘few hundred’ do you feel like proving you’re actually worth that much then?” he replied.

She hesitated and went very quiet, I was stunned and had a huge knot developing in my stomach.

“How long for?” she asked. I couldn’t believe it, she was thinking about going for it!
“I’m not worried about watching the clock, perhaps long enough to have you before your husband misses you?” he said, with Julie increasingly hesitating.

She picked up her glass and drank the contents in one go, leaving the envelope on the table. She got up and started to walk away from the table. Whilst I would be the first to admit I was fascinated in some way about her behavior, I was somewhat relieved that she was walking away from him.

“Where are you going?” he called to her.

“To the elevator and you’d better hurry hadn’t you? Oh, and don’t forget the envelope!” she said.

He was on his feet in no time and walked quickly after her; however she paused saying she needed to use the bathroom on the way so he waited outside for her. Not knowing what else to do I took this opportunity to make my way ahead of them and dashed for the elevator getting to the room first. I thought about putting the deadlock on but something inside me got the better of me and I decided to hide in the wardrobe, in which I placed a small stool from the bathroom. I waited with my heart pounding madly away so much I could almost hear it thinking she seriously wasn’t going to do this was she??

A couple of minutes passed and I was beginning to think maybe she’d had second thoughts when I heard the door being opened. In they walked, Julie leading the way with the envelope in her hands. She came to the wardrobe, the door being slightly ajar, and I was afraid that I’d be found. Shit, how on earth would I explain being hidden in the wardrobe? He’d think I was in on this, wouldn’t he? And what would Julie think? There was also still time for her not to go through with it, but would she? She placed the cash in the safe provided and then stood up and turned around to face him. She walked directly over to him and stood right in front of him.