[oney3232]

She asked if I wanted to her all the details – she was getting off knowing I would want to her how she was a paid fuck toy. She was going to tell me what I got her thinking about years ago – getting paid for sex.

She started, “ We got down there like nothing was different. We went up to our room and he gave me wedding and engagement rings - pretty big too! I looked at him and he said we’re playing husband and wife – and we need to complete the look. I almost thought he was proposing, but then thought that customers don’t marry hookers – and least that’s what you said that night!” Okay – my fault.

“I looked in the bag of clothes and things he brought for me. To say the least, I was wide eyed. In the bag and then laid out in front of me were the skimpiest and sl*ttiest things I had ever seen – and I never, ever, wore things like that!. The bathing suits – if you can call them that – hardly covered a thing. The skirts were leather or very flimsy cloth and so short you didn’t need to look far to see up them. Blouses that were transparent. And the biggest thing was what was missing: there was no under wear! None!.

“I turned to him and said is this all you brought for me? He just looked at me sternly and told me I was his for the weekend and I was to wear what he brought. Besides, I wouldn’t need most of them anyway.” I looked at him with a look as if I really was his wife, an if you think I’m doing that you’re nuts type look. He just looked at me and said, time to start earning your money. He pushed me down to the floor and pulled out his cock. I had no choice but to suck his cock and get him off. He never talked to me in that tone or acted that way, and I knew this would be different than what we had ever done. But – I was pad for; had to comply.

"When he was done, he told me to strip. I got naked, and he looked at me like I was being inspected like a piece of meat. Just when I started to feel really cheap, he said you look great! That made me feel much better. I knew I was paid for, but you still need compliments! He then said, just one thing, and gave me shaving cream and a razor, and told me to shave myself. Looking at the bathing suit, I knew I would have to be naked under there!

After I was done, he looked at me and nodded approval. He really was controlling, and I wondered what his late wife went through behind closed doors! He then told me to get a bathing suit on. Suit? This thing hardly had any material. I’m not as young as I used to be, but I never wore something like that! The bottom was a thong, and the material barely covered my pussy. The thing ran right up my butt. I looked in the mirror and hoped to God he brought sun tan lotion, I didn't want to burn in those areas!.

I was listening to this and not believing what I was hearing. She never even wore a bikini when we were together – just a one piece., She never showed skin in public, and here she was almost naked – and for strangers? She was caught on an island, and this guy planned all of this. It was like he was training her for this very weekend appearance.

She continued. “ I walked out of the bathroom and turn for inspection. He whistle a bit, I smiled and turned so he could see my ass, and I thought we were back to our escort level relationship. I knew I would be sleeping with other men, but that was our deal and I was ok with that. He gave me a mesh type covering to put over the bathing suit, so it wasn’t too bad, grabbed suntan lotion, and then pulled a pair of, well, I’d guess you'd call them hooker heels, and told me to put them on. I really looked like a street walker when the outfit was complete. He added one more thing though.

What was that? I asked

He went to his briefcase and pulled out a bracelet – an ankle bracelet. I never wore those so I looked at it, and then saw why he wanted me to where it. It was a little anklet that had the words sl*t wife on it. Everyone who saw it would know I slept around – as his wife, he had a sl*t wife. I looked at him with concern, as this was the first time I felt really cheap, and really didn’t want to go through with this. The idea of being trotted out in public, almost naked, with people looking at me like I was a sl*t wife who slept around was a bit too much.

I jumped in and perhaps I shouldn't have, “ But that’s different than being paid for?”

She answered immediately, “Yes. I know what being paid for is all about. If I have customer, then it's a business relationship. But playing the sl*t wife, the woman a husband controls and makes sleep with whoever he says, that made it different. Don’t know how to explain it, I wasn't his wife, but I was reverted back to when I was married and thinking I could never do that!”

I didn't follow up. I knew she wanted to do that when we were together, but the typical constraints of marriage and her good girl approach to life always stopped her from being a sl*t wife. But being paid for made it all ok. Kind of, anyway!

She kept going. “He just looked at me, told me to put it on, and then lead me out the door. I was paid for, and had to do my job. I really wondered were this was going”.

I actually started to worry about her – I don't know why – but asked her, “Were you scared? ‘ She admitted, “Kind of. But I kept on thinking I was here for sex, I was getting a lot of money, and I should just go with the flow. I figured we were going to the beach so he could show off his sl*t wife.”

“And boy, was I right! We went through the lobby and every eye was on me. Most of my body was available for everyone to see. We walked very slowly and he stopped at the gift shop, leaving me out in the front. A few guys came over to talk to me – which was what he wanted. Others I think noticed the bracelet. I could hear whispering about ‘that sl*t’ or “you wonder if she’s paid for!”. While I was a bit embarrassed, I also got a bit hot as people were seeing me as a sexy b*tch! Maybe even a trophy wife. Whatever, I felt I was excelling at my job!

I was very quiet, didn't say a word and let her go on. “Well, we got to the beach and I knew I was in trouble.”

It's a beach, why would you be in trouble?. I asked.

“Because the sign at the beach sad clothing optional, and as soon as I saw it, he turned to me and said, “Strip’ “Nothing romantic, nothing playful, nothing kind of naughty, just a command to his employee. Strip. I did as I was told. But he kept his suit on. I was the one who was naked, the one everyone got an eyeful. Just made him feel even more in control, I guess.”

We walked across the beach so everyone could see me in my birthday suit – my freshly shaved pussy, my ass, everything. We went over to a place a bit away from people and we laid down. He told be to lay on my back and he would put on sunscreen That lasted for a few minutes, and I stated to get comfortable being naked. After all, I wouldn’t see any of these people again."

"That doesn't sound so bad.”, I said, trying to make her feel more comfortable. I wanted to hear all of it, and I couldn't take any chances of screwing this up. I wanted to hear the stories of my ex wife turning tricks! My image of her still went back to college, when she was a virgin, and being very prudish. I wanted to hear how she evolved to this!

She stammered a bit, “ Well, a guy walked past, and my customer shouted at the guy to come over and asked him to help. I started to get up but my customer push me down. He introduced himself and me as his wife, and he told the new guy he had a bit of a cramp and if he could help.”

“Suddenly, I get a different pair of hands rubbing me, and then the idea of this weekend really sank in and why I was paid so much. He wanted to share me with everyone he could find. If I could, I think he would have me fuck everyone at the resort, Well, I was paid for. So I laid back and let the hands continue."

The visitor stated rubbing my around my thighs, then went between them. My customer pulled my legs apart, and the visitor started rubbing my pussy, slowly on the outside and then right on the seam. He stopped and began to squirt more lotion on me; I really wanted it to be his cum I was hot. The idea of being shared with total strangers began to appeal to me – as long as I kept in my mind I was someone’s wife!”

“The visitor turned me over and began to rub lotion on my tits, squeezed them and then moved to my legs and pussy. He was really good, and I looked over to my customer who had a raging hard on and a great smile on his face. He looked at me and said, “ Enjoying this dear? I just moaned, and then he told the visitor thanks for your help., I have it from here! I looked up and saw the guy – he was young, and while in a bathing suite, you could tell he had a nice big cock.

The young man thanked us, was glad to help, and left. My customer said give him a few minutes , then follow him. And do it naked. Get him to come to the room. I’ll be there so I can watch you two fuck. Then he got up and left.”

And that was the beginning, I was being given to the first man of the trip, to parade naked in front of everyone and anyone. That was my job for the weekend. I thought about leaving, but I couldn’t leave. I was stuck to be paid for fuck toy for the weekend.”

I was still. What amazed me was how matter of fact she was about all of this. She had changed over the years. I mentioned in other stores she really didn’t like to use or hear the graphic terms for body parts or sex. Breast instead of tits, vagina instead of pussy, and others – but she was using the graphic terms as if she learned them in first grade. They just spilled out of her mouth. I wondered of she ever let the language slip when she was teaching junior English!

“What did you do?’, I asked.

“What could I do? I wanted a few minutes, then got up and went down the beach. I got looks, and more than a few guys trying to walk with me and grab my ass. I was starting to feel comfortable with all of this when I found my new friend. We chatted for awhile and told him to come with me upstairs. He didn't object. “

“When we went to where my suit was, all that was there was the top and bottom. My customer took the mesh part. So I had to walk through the lobby with this skimpy bathing suit, hooker heels, and a young buck in tow. And – the ankle bracelet which said sl*t wife. I might as well had a neon sigh that said for sale above my head!”

My cock was raging hard. I couldn’t have come up with these types of scenario for her in our lives together. I don't care how hot she got, this type of exhibition would just never happen. Something – perhaps having a regular customer and getting a lot of money wiped away any morals she had left, and now being a full time wh*r* as her current profession.

Excuse me – escort.

“So?” I asked. I was waiting on every word to hear about her life as an escort.

“We went up to the room, and my customer was there with a drink in his hand like he was lord of the manor, that was his style – very patriarchal, very aloof. The new guy was taken a back, not sure what to make of it, so my customer got into his version of details”.

“He said this is my wife, and he grabbed me by my naked waist and hugged me close. I like to see her get fucked – men, women, doesn't matter! I thought women – uh, oh – I’m in trouble! So – she’s yours for the afternoon – I like to watch. And if you and your fiends what to come over, just stop by, I’m sure we can accommodate you”

And there it was. His game was complete. I was being paid by him, and he was giving me away to anyone he wanted. I may not know them, I may not even see their face, and that’s how we began the weekend. The young kid was very good, and we fucked for about a hour. He called my dirty names – actually, I told him to – if my customer wanted to play, I figured I would play along.

And that was start of my ex wife’s kept woman trip. I was to find out there was much more to come of her time as a paid for girl – a lot more…