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We are almost to the end guys - thanks for staying with this. And yes, to answer a few who have sent me notes, everything about my ex in this story and the others are true

PART 11

One day toward the end of February I went to get the mail – nothing spectacular. I grabbed a few things and ruffled through them, only to see a very simple letter. There was no return address on it – but I recognized that handwriting. It was from my ex. I got into the house, my wife asked if there was any mail, and I shouted only bills. I threw the rest of the mail on the table and went downstairs to see what she had sent.

I wasn't sure I wanted to open it. My guess was a hate filled note, of making her a wh*r*, of ruining her life, that she was going for counseling because of me, that she became frigid – a million thoughts went through my head. I opened it and this is what it started with:

To My Favorite John…”

My favorite john? She was using the line I used in the for services rendered check. – the one I sent to hurt her. The rest read; “ You are cordially invited to a ten man night with your favorite prostitute! Please RSVP. And it was signed Carolyn – and then in parenthesis, Tony. Tony? Was she with him now? Was he pimping her out? What the hell was going on?

I reached for my phone to immediately call her, but then realized I still might have Tony’s phone number;. sure enough , I did. I texted him, reminded him of who I was, and asked him to call me – and not tell my ex.

He got back to me in a few minutes. I answered with a hello, and he responded with so you go her note! I said yes, but before I went into that, I had to ask about him and her.

“ So – are you two together?” He said yes.

“ How did that happen? The last time you saw her you had a cock in her moth”? I was a bit angry, but he still answered.

“Actually, it was your help that made it happen.

“How so?”

“ I did what you told me. I brought flowers over the next day, along with a bottle of wine. She didn’t look mad, just a bit embarrassed. I got it, last time I saw her she was a cum covered mess. I told it I was sorry for what happened, that it got out of hand. We sat and talked and said she didn't mind what occurred, perhaps a bit too much, but overall she enjoyed it. Then she said she hoped I didn’t think less of her.”

“What did you say?’

“ That I thought more of her. That it takes a person really sure of themselves to do what she did. I told her the whole teacher thing was incredibly exciting and erotic , and that the guys were amazed at your style and prowess. I then told her that getting paid wasn’t a big deal, that I hire girls for some of my business deals, and that some of them a regular people like her.”

“How did she respond to that?”

“ She smiled and let out a breath of relief. She then asked she how she measured up, and I told her she was the best. She laughed at that and said I knew I would be!”

“So are you dating?’

“ Yea, more than that actually. We’re with each other all the time. Thinking about moving in together. In fact, she kind of works for me’

“Doing what?’

“ She’s become one of the girls I hire for clients.”

I gulped. She was doing this for real.

“Wait, you are telling me that..”

He interrupted. ‘Ya, she’s been, of alack of better word, a call girl for me. Helped me close a lot of deals in fact.”

I could not believe my ears. My ex went beyond the fantasy, beyond the one time event, she was living it for real! She was being paid for sex, being sent out on sales calls to fuck strange men!

“ How many times has she done this?” I wanted to know more – a lot more!

“Well, I really shouldn’t tell you the details, that’s up to her. You need to ask her.”

“ Okay, I get it, So, you don’t worry about people finding out? She was really concerned when I left her that day>”

“Well, what she does for me is really quiet. Nobody in the area. But two weeks after we spent with you, she was with me one day at the grocery store. She and I were walking down the aisle and ran into one of the guys who was there – the guy with beer can cock, Jim, and his wife.”

I thought the worse, some guy saying things to her in public. “What happened?”

“ They were surprised to seem me with someone. I said hi to Jim, and you needed to see his face when he saw Carolyn. She then said hi to him and that it was good to see him again. I almost fainted. Jim kind of looked quizzical and she said you know, from the football game a few weeks ago, He stuttered and said right. Then Carolyn introduced herself to Jim’s wife, said she was dating me, and then Jim’s wife said we needed to come for dinner. Carolyn then just pull out her phone and set a date for the following week. I thought Jim was gong to have a heart attack. This girl he paid for gangbang sex was now coming to dinner, and his wife could never know!

“We turned round and walked way. As we did that, Carolyn just turned to me and said, “He’ll never say anything. We’re in the clear.” She just realized guys won’t say anything if they are married. They have too much to lose – even more than the girl.

I was stunned. My ex was turning tricks for real. I still couldn’t get that part out of my head. “ So”, I said to Tony, “what's the deal for this ten man party?”

“Kind of a last fling. She wants to do another gangbang, and wanted to invite you since you got her started in this new lifestyle. But, and with that he paused, “

I thought it was about me. “What?”

“ It’s funny. A few weeks after the gangbang a few of the guys mentioned doing it again. I asked her if she wanted to have a small group party. Just a few of the guys and have some sex. She said no, not unless it as for money. She put her foot down on that. She won’t do anything wild unless someone is paying. A bit odd, no?

I smiled. I knew what was happening. “ No”, I said”, it’s perfectly her. It's that good girl in her saying all the wild sex is for sl*ts, for fuck toys. But if you are paying, then it’s all acceptable. It's her way of rationalizing what she’s doing. She want to be in gangbangs to be used, treated like a sl*t – but it has to be part of a job. It’s all in a days work then – and the good girl teacher just can’t do it, but a paid for girl can!

Tony laughed and said that explained a lot. I asked what he meant, but he said you ask her. I said I would, and asked him not to tell her I called – I wanted to get the details from her and see what she would tell me.

He agreed, I then hung up the phone and decided to call her. I needed to find out what my prim, proper Catholic school teacher ex was doing turning tricks and being a hooker…