Her:I had two phones - one for my personal use and one for work use. I purposely bought 2 different

Her:

I had two phones - one for my personal use and one for work use. I purposely bought 2 different types of phones and different types of cases because I didn’t want to mistake them - not with the job I had!

There was one number I talked to all the time on my personal phone that I never expected to show up on my work phone. However, when my boss contacted me with a new client using that number, my pussy immediately got wet and I decided to accept the client.

The day I was supposed to meet the new client, I groomed myself very carefully and put on my sexiest outfit that accentuated the parts of me that I knew he liked from listening to him comment on those parts of his wife more than others and then on others when she passed away.

Him:

After my wife passed away, I mourned, naturally. But eventually my libido woke up and I started noticing other women. But I didn’t want to date - I wasn’t really sure why. Eventually I decided I had to get off the bench somehow and back in the game so when I went out of town for business I decided to hire an escort.

Now, I knew that that city was where someone else I knew lived. But I wasn’t worried about running into her with my escort. It was a big city, after all, and she didn’t live anywhere near my hotel or the restaurant I was going to with the escort. But I did contact her and see if she wanted to go to lunch with me the day after my “date” and catch up. Not that I was going to mention my “date.”

Her:

When he contacted me on my personal phone and suggested getting together for lunch the day after, I had to giggle to myself even as I told him I’d love to have lunch with him. I had a moment of doubt - would it be awkward - but ignored those worries. We had a good relationship so if the date didn’t go well, we’d have a good laugh. And if it went well…who knows? Maybe we’d just have brunch in bed?

Him:

The day finally arrived and I texted the escort to see if she would be ready at 5. “Yes,” she responded. “I’ll be wearing a burgundy dress. See you then.”

I pulled up to the address she gave me at 5 and saw a very nice looking woman outside waiting for me, dressed in an outfit that really accentuated her legs and ass, my favorite parts of a woman. I adjusted myself in my pants, already half hard at the sight. She was facing away, texting on her phone so instead of rudely honking at her - maybe she wasn’t the right person? - it was the right color dress but coincidences did happen - I texted the escort. “I’m at the address now, in the silver BMW.”

I looked back out the window just in time to see her approaching the car. I wasn’t soon enough to see her face, however, so when she opened the door and got in the car, I was shocked.

She looked at me impishly and said, “Hello, Daddy. Let’s go.”

I stared at her in shock and started the car on autopilot and drove to the restaurant. At the restaurant, I asked for a private table and after some remonstrating on my part and soothing/cajoling on hers, I calmed down.

Then she put her hand on mine and said, “You’ve already paid for me. Why don’t we just go with it? I’ve always thought you were sexy and I’m pretty sure you like how I look. Let’s just go with it, huh? No worries. If we have a good time, great. If not, well, at least we both get our ashes hauled and have something to laugh about tomorrow.”

In spite of myself, I agreed. So I relaxed and we flirted throughout dinner, then I took her back to my hotel. And, well, we had a great time.

Her (one year later):

So today was our one year anniversary of the first time we fucked. And that was what we did - fucked. I let him have me in every way possible. The next morning, we made love then had brunch. We never did make it to a restaurant for lunch. We had a quiet heart-to-heart and I quit my escorting job and he sold his house where he’d lived with Mom. He arranged for a transfer to an office in a third city where neither of us had lived and we bought a new house together.  I started calling myself Mrs. instead of Ms. and he started introducing me as his wife.

I went off birth control and not long later the inevitable happened. So now here I am nursing our two-week-old son and I hear him bringing me brunch in bed, our weekend tradition now.

I’m so glad I accepted him as my client. Daddy’s the best husband I could have asked for and he can still fuck my brains out even though he’s twenty-one years older than I am.