As Jacqueline was about to leave, she had said very seriously, “Why don’t you give one of the local call girls a ring, and treat yourself to something different. You’ve always said you wouldn’t mind fucking an Asian woman,” she then smiled, opened her purse and handed me a couple of hundred dollar bills.
I took the money, kissed her goodbye, and said, “Have a good night, and if you get into any trouble I want to hear about it when you get home. Have fun my love.”
I watched her get into the taxi, and waited for it to leave before going inside. I placed the money on the coffee table, sat down and turned the television on. I spent the next couple of hours flicking channels and toying with Jacqueline’s idea. We have done a lot of swinging in our time and picked up a few men and woman, but the idea of just ringing and asking for what I wanted was now sounding rather intriguing.
The power of suggestion is a very wonderful thing, and my wife’s idea was now getting the best of me. I found the latest newspaper sitting on the coffee table, and went straight for the escort classifieds, so many to choose from. I went straight for the list of Asian call girls, and found one that sounded interesting, the advertisement went like this.
'If you like you’re Asian with shape, and ample breasts. I’m what you’re looking for.
Call Lynn on 8585858585. I’m more than happy to come to you.'
It was short and sweet. I couldn’t believe it, I rang the number eagerly, and Lynn answered with very good English, and only a hint of an oriental accent.
“Hello, Lynn here. What can I do for you,” she answered.
I couldn’t believe it, I was actually feeling nervous about this, and it took me a few seconds to answer, “Hi. I’m Bob. I would like to book your services for the evening,” I paused for a moment, “if you’re available that is.”
“I am available anytime in the next three hours, and how long would you like my company for Bob,” she replied.
I thought about this for a moment, and as I don’t like to rush things, I answered, “Two hours would be great.”
“Mmm, are you sure? Most men are happy with half an hour of my time,” she replied.
“I like to take my time, and would love to enjoy every inch of your body,” I then said.
“Okay, Bob. That will be $250. Am I coming to you, or are you coming to me?” she asked.
“If you could come to me, that would be great,” I answered.
I then gave her my address, and Lynn said she would be here within half an hour. This gave me enough time to have a shower and freshen up. It was only 25 minutes later and I saw a purple Mercedes Benz convertible pull up in our driveway. I watched from the front door as Lynn got out of her car. She was wearing a one piece red dress which was tied around her neck, and matching high heel stilettos, and red fish-net stockings hugging her short shapely legs.
I would take a guess that she was in her mid-thirties. Lynn was very attractive, she stood around 160 cm in height with a voluptuous full body, and by the way her ample breast where moving as she walked towards me, they were as natural as they come.
As she approached, Lynn extended her hand towards me and said, “Hi I’m Lynn, and you would be Bob?”
I accepted her hand, which looked very tiny in mine, and pulled her towards me until our bodies met and gave her a gentle passionate kiss. She pulled herself away, then said, “Shouldn’t we take this inside; you don’t want your neighbours talking, do you?”
“Lynn, I have nothing to hide. I will let you know straight up. I and my wife are more than happy in our marriage, and we are frequent swingers, and this was all her idea, as she has gone out for the night with some of her friends,” I quickly explained, as I put my hand at the small of her back and gently guided her into my home.
“Please Lynn make yourself comfortable. I haven’t asked you here to just please me, I really enjoy pleasing woman, so you’re not here just for a fuck. You’re here to enjoy the experience just as much as I am,” I said to her, as we approached the bar next to our lounge room.
“Oh, is that why you want me for a couple of hours Bob?” Lynn asked.
“Yes, and what could I get the lovely lady to drink?” I asked
“I don’t normally drink on the job Bob, I usually have other clients booked for the rest of the evening. Tonight I was leaving it free until you rang. I was after a night off,” she answered.
“How’s this for a deal,” I suggested, “you can relax here with me for the night, and when you want to leave I will pay for a taxi, and any additional fee you feel you need to charge if you’re not happy with my company.”
Lynn looked straight into my eyes and answered, “Mmm, I don’t do this normally Bob, for some reason I like you and feel quite comfortable in your presence. I’ll make that a yes, and I would like a shot of tequila to start with, if that’s okay.”
We stood at my humble little home bar, drinking and mainly chatting about Lynn’s line of work, with the occasional story from myself of the adventures of me and my wife. An hour and a half had passed very quickly, and yet we had no sexual contact what so ever. I wasn’t pushing it, I could tell Lynn was enjoying my company, and I was enjoying hers. I looked at the clock and I now had ten minutes left.
“So Lynn,” I said, as I poured her another drink, “my times almost up and we haven’t done a thing.”
Before I could continue, Lynn grabbed my head, and pulled me to her lips, her tongue darting in and out my mouth.
She let me go, smiled and said, “I’m having way to much fun Bob, I’m yours for the night if you would like?”
“If that’s the case, I would love to give your gorgeous body a full massage, can I?” I asked.
“I’m yours for the night, and I will do anything you ask of me Bob,” she answered, as she finished another drink.
“How about you freshen up,” I said pointing to our bathroom, “and put on one of the robes that are hanging on the door, and use the side door to enter the bedroom.”
Lynn grabbed the bulge in my pants and said, “That sounds like a great idea,” turned and headed for our bathroom.
I quickly grabbed a couple of towels from the linen cupboard, and headed into the bedroom. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, the thought of giving a call girl a massage was getting me extremely excited. No longer had I placed the towels on the bed and got out the massage oil, Lynn walked in through the bathroom door in my wife’s transparent night robe. I couldn’t help but stare, her nipples stood erect, and she still had her fishnet stockings on, she was such an erotic site to look at. I wanted to fuck her there and then. I had to control the urge, I wanted to play and make her feel good first, something I’m very sure not many of her clients did.
“Would you like me on the my stomach first,” she asked, standing in front of me as I undid the robe and gently pushed it off her shoulders, exposing her body completely, except for her legs, I left the stockings on as I figured I could remove them later.