To recap, life was good, and then the recession struck.
During the late 70s and early 80s, the UK entered a recession—with falling output, rising unemployment, and a fast-rising inflation rate; the recession particularly hit the manufacturing sector and is widely considered to have been the most severe recession in the UK since World War II. A key event leading to the recession was the energy crisis, which led to the three-day week, the ‘Winter of Discontent’, as it was called, and Margaret Thatcher becoming PM in 1979.
UK inflation peaked at just below 30%, and mortgage interest rates touched 15%, so you can guess that the impact on our income was swift. Carol had her hours reduced to 16 per week, and my commission almost disappeared over a short period of time.
Eventually, this all started to crash around us; we realised that paying both mortgages and household bills was going to be impossible, so we were certainly very worried. Losing our house seemed a distinct possibility. As the weeks went on, it became increasingly obvious that we would be unable to cope with the arrears we’d built up, even meet our current mortgage payments and would lose our home.
Just as we thought it was about to come crashing down (we were behind with mortgage and other bills), a solution just fell into our lap as we met someone who introduced us to an exclusive escort agency. This agency only took women who were married, under the age of 25, and had their husbands’ agreement in person at a joint interview.
It happened on our last booked theatre trip when we decided that we might as well enjoy it, as it would be the last time, and on our return, start to look for rented accommodation. We went in a sombre mood but with every intention of enjoying it as much as we could. Booking in, we noticed a young (around our age) tall blond walking past on the arms of an older man and nudged each other; a woman of the night, we assumed, or he had what we now call a trophy wife, as Carol had noticed the wedding ring as she went past us.
Thought no more of it and went upstairs to our room, settled in, and got ready for a pub meal and the show; it was ‘The King & I’, if I recall correctly. After the show, we returned to the hotel and had a drink in the bar, and just as we started our 2nd drink, we noticed the same blonde leaving but this time on the arm of a different man. “Nudge, nudge,” we said! It was a few minutes later that Carol said she needed the ladies’ room and quickly left our table.
I sat for some 15 minutes before worrying whether she was OK and was about to get up and walk to the toilet area when she emerged arm in arm with the same blond we’d seen earlier. As they approached the table a different man (again) joined us with a drink for them both. Carol looked as if she had been crying, and from her look, I knew not to ask any questions until later. She introduced the blond as Claire and her husband as Nigel.
We chatted about everything except what I wanted to ask, so let it slide, as I didn’t really know how to ask her who the earlier gents were. After another drink, they said they had to return to their hotel, which was across the road, and said goodnight to Carol, ‘Maybe see you tomorrow?’
We also left and said nothing until we were in the room when I asked, ‘What was that all about?’
“Say nothing until I finish explaining; no interruptions, OK?”
I said yes, and Carol said, “I may have found a solution that will mean we can keep our house.” Claire was with her husband in the bar, and he also knows and supports her in what she is doing for her family. Basically, she is an escort and has sex with men for money. It’s all arranged through an agency; she’s an employee, pays tax, etc., and comes to London twice a month as arranged and normally has 6 ‘dates’, which earn her £240 plus £75 or so in tips after deductions.”
[Note: £240 in 1979 would be about £1,250 in 2026.]
“So, she has sex with strangers with Nigel’s blessing for money? Wow, that’s some wacky way to help out with the family income. How long has she been doing this?”
“She tells me it’s been about nine months now, and they have cleared all their debts and now have their head above water, but expect to stop in, say, two more years when they hope their usual income is back to normal, so to speak. The agency is run by someone called Jenny with her husband, Jack, and will only take young wives onto the books with the husband’s permission.
There’s an interview process, and Jenny will only take you if you fit her profile. The ‘dates’ are all with older men who have money, are in London on business, and have been vetted by Jenny to protect us and obviously her also. If we want to consider this, then we need to meet Claire and Nigel in their hotel lobby after breakfast tomorrow; they will leave at 10.30.”
There was a period of silence while I took in what Carol had just said; I was speechless to say the least. I just said, “Run that by me again.”
Carol repeated what she had said, adding that since we’d been married a couple of years ago, she had fucked five men and me two women. All by mutual consent, and, by my own admission, I had found this to be erotically stimulating, to say the least. In fact, I’d said more than once that I would be happy if there were no women for me to fuck but just Carol with other guys. She then asked me what I thought.
I took her in my arms and asked if she would really consider doing this, being a common prostitute. She replied to say she wouldn’t be a prostitute as they walked the streets touting for business or a whore as they stayed in their own room waiting for punters but would be an escort who met the men by appointment in their hotel room. An interesting take on definitions, I thought, but let it slide.
Finally, after talking for several hours, we decided to sleep on it and decide in the morning. Much later we owned up to each other that we had made our decision but wanted to give the other an opportunity to back out should they have second thoughts.
In the morning we cuddled our naked bodies together, and as she gripped my semi-hard cock, she whispered, “How does it feel to wake up next to a paid escort then?” This brought my cock to a hardness akin to steel, which prompted her to pull me on top so I could enter her very wet pussy and slide easily in right up to my balls. We then went at it like a couple of randy-arsed teenagers who’d been deprived of sex for months until she arched her back and said, ‘Coming, ready or not.’ I was ready, and we both came together. It was a very intense orgasm for both of us, and as I relaxed on top of her, we both needed a minute to catch our breath.
“Breakfast, then we see Claire and Nigel, then?”
“Yes, but shower first.”
After breakfast and having put our things in the car, we nervously crossed the road towards the hotel they were staying in and, after pausing to take a deep breath, went inside to find them. They were in the lobby with a jug of coffee, milk, and 4 cups, so they had obviously expected to see us. After the usual greetings, we sat down, and they poured the coffee, and, despite being very nervous, I managed to take a sip without spilling any.
Claire asked if we wanted to know anything about ‘the job’ or if we just wanted Jenny’s phone number. I said yes and asked David how he felt, and he replied that he had always got off on Claire being with someone else, and this was no different except she was well paid for basically fulfilling both their fantasies. Carol asked Claire about hygiene and was assured that Jenny did not let anyone near them if she had any concerns. She personally vetted all of them and always met with them for their first ‘date’. Basically, she ‘road tested’ them to ensure they weren’t undercover law or a bit ‘odd’.
Jack (her husband) was always nearby and would have introduced himself when a new punter was being vetted. Jack was not someone to mess around with (as you’ll see for yourself if you go ahead), and with Jack on the scene, there was never any doubt that anyone would try to play silly beggars. We asked about the possibility of being set up with someone they knew, and Claire reassured us that Jenny was particularly obsessed with ensuring that the men her girls met had home and/or business addresses a long way from their address, which minimises any risk.
After finishing our coffee, Jenny handed over a sealed envelope, telling us that it had Jenny’s phone number inside, and if we wanted to call her, we must do so this Friday at 8pm exactly. Jenny will not take the call otherwise, and we must both be on the call. We thanked them, and after a quick handshake and hug, left to go back to the car and drive home with the envelope securely placed in Carol’s handbag.
Over the next few days, we played out this fantasy of Carol being an escort and how she would come home to me after a long night’s work with a pussy load of cum from more than one guy soaking her knickers, which had me hard as steel and her soaking so much that I could just enter her pussy easily and slide all the way in. Each time we fucked like crazy, fulfilling each other’s needs completely. As for work, the next few days I couldn’t concentrate for long just wondering what the phone call would be like and what it could mean.
Eventually, and after what seemed like a month rather than a few days, Friday evening arrived, and after eating, we watched the clock slowly make its way round to 8pm. At a few minutes to 8, we opened the envelope and started to dial the number slowly and carefully, as getting a wrong number now could be very embarrassing. The call connected, and we could hear it ringing; it was several rings before a female answered.
“Is Billy there?” we asked. The message in the envelope was specific in the phrase we were to use once the call was answered, so Jenny knew it was us.
“Yes, and can I have your names, please?”
“It’s Carol and Mark.”
“I’m pleased you rang, as Claire has told me so much about you both and that you want to join my company in the sales department.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Can you be at my office in London for 1.30pm tomorrow?” To which we replied yes.
Jenny then proceeded to give us the address and directions from the nearest tube station.
“Excellent, and if you can start straight away, please bring an appropriate overnight bag. See you tomorrow at 1.30 then.”
That was it; the call was short and sweet, and now we needed to pack an ‘appropriate’ overnight bag. I suggested that Carol should pack a couple of her sexy lingerie sets and stockings along with her little black and red party dresses, plus, of course, the necessary toiletries.
We chatted excitedly that evening about what lay ahead and the fun we were hoping to have as well as the added bonus of paying off our debts and keeping the bailiffs away from us. We went to bed earlier than usual and couldn’t keep our hands off each other, finally falling asleep exhausted from our fuck session. More than once I said, ‘How will it feel to have a stranger’s cock pummelling your pussy, filling it up with his cum and getting paid for it?’
In the morning, we showered and packed an appropriate overnight bag and left for London. I drove up to my usual spot (you could pretty much park anywhere in London in those days) to catch the tube into central London, where Jenny’s office was situated, or so we thought.
We exited the tube station and spotted the road we wanted on the other side, just as described and set off nervously towards our destination. As expected, the address we were looking for was where Jenny said it would be, but it was an empty shop with a ‘To Let’ sign in the window. This, to say the least, was not what we expected to find. We checked the address we’d written down again and the time we were told to be there but soon realised that although the address was correct, we were 10 minutes early.
As luck would have it, there was a café nearby, so we decided to go there for a coffee whilst we decided what to do next, but just as we were about to go, the shop door opened and Jenny (we now know) came out, looked at us, and asked if we were Mark and Carol. We said yes and entered the shop. We later found out that the shop was loaned to Jenny by a friendly estate agent to shield her real address until she was sure about who she was interviewing.
Once inside, Jenny introduced herself and her husband, Jack. Claire was right; he towered over us, I’d guess at 6’4″, and looked like he boxed a bit; there was no question about always wanting to be on the right side of him. After the introductions and production of coffee, Jenny asked us to give Jack the information she had asked us to bring; this was our passports, marriage certificate, and wedding photograph. She explained that this was necessary to ensure that we were who we said we were and not undercover officials of any kind.
Once satisfied, she proceeded to ask several questions.
“I’ve had a conversation with Claire but would like to know what experience you have had with other partners since you’ve been married. For example, since you’ve been married, how many men have you (Carol) had sex with, and has Mark always been in the same room having sex with his wife or just watching?”
“Mark has always been there, either in the same room or in the bedroom next door. He hasn’t always had sex with the wife, as on several occasions he has just watched whilst another man had sex with me, came in me, and made me orgasm; on one occasion, it was three men who fucked me whilst Mark watched. Mark has often cleaned me up after they have gone home, and then we’ve made love, with some vigour, to say the least.”
“OK, I’m aware that you know why you’re here and what you may be asked to do. What do you think that is?”
“Our understanding is that you will arrange for Carol to meet with men in their hotel room and have sex with them, for which you’ll pay her as an employee.”
“You’re both happy about that, are you?”
We both replied yes.
“Carol, I need you to pop into the next room with Jack while I talk to Mark, if that’s OK.”
I would describe Jenny as probably in her late 40s, maybe early 50s, and having a very pleasant figure, being about 5 ft 3 inches tall and, I’d guess, a size 14 / 36 C cup figure. Jack was at least 6 ft 4 inches tall, with a slim, athletic build and about the same age; he clearly worked out in a gym from the look of him.
“You may be able to handle another man whom you know having sex with your wife while you watch, but are you sure you can handle delivering her to a total stranger, leaving them for an hour, then collecting her, and helping her to clean up, ready for the next stranger to fuck her, especially if they were about the same age as or older than her father? If you have any doubts, now is the time to voice them. She’ll never know, as I will find an excuse to turn her application down in a few days’ time.”
“No need to do that. We’ve talked this through often enough over the last few days, and the answer is yes, we both want to do this.”
“Good, well, Jack should just about be done now, so when they return, we’ll sort out how this works, as I think Carol will be a very popular girl.”
A few minutes late, they both returned, and Carol sat beside me looking very pleased with herself. I raised a quizzical eyebrow, and she whispered that she’d tell me later.
Jenny asked if we had any questions. I asked who, in the main, she would be meeting and if it was possible she could meet someone she knew. Jenny reassured us that she went to great lengths to ensure that everyone Carol met would be from a long way out of town, and certainly she would not meet anyone from Kent. That, to say the least, was a load off our minds.
Jenny then confirmed that most men were wealthy and in their 50s, sometimes older. They had money and wanted to be with another man’s wife whose husband was aware, and they wanted them to be newly married and under 25. It was a niche market that Jenny was able to satisfy, which is why the pay was so good (in today’s money, approx. £200 per hour).
Basically, Carol would be employed in sales and be paid £40 for every meeting she had; these meetings would not exceed one hour. If they needed to be longer, the pay would be appropriate to the length of the meeting. When we broached the subject of tips, Jenny confirmed that the arrangements were designed to ensure no cash changed hands, but she could keep any tips. Intrigued, I asked how they paid, and Jenny said each punter had an account with her that had to have a minimum balance, and she simply deducted the charge for the visit from their account.
Carol would be expected to be available on a minimum of one weekend per month and would be on the company payroll and paid monthly by cheque. All expenses relating to these meetings would be paid for by Jenny; all we needed to do was to be there on time dressed appropriately. Jenny ran a very successful business and was easily able to accommodate her very special sales team.
The arrangement was that before we left, we would give Jenny the weekends Carol could work, and Jenny would ring us on the Wednesday evening before each weekend with the name of the hotel we would be staying at. When booking in, the clerk would have an envelope for us setting out who she would be meeting with, with the time, venue, and what’s expected of her at the meeting, along with any special dress code.
Carol must be escorted to every meeting by me, handed over, and collected by me promptly at the appropriate time. Jenny will always try to ensure that the men and we are in the same hotel if possible, or at a minimum a short walk away, as we had seen with Claire, in fact.
When we asked about the hotels, Jenny said that she knew the managers, and they wouldn’t interfere, as they were also on her payroll, and if we had any trouble, to let them know, as they worked for Jenny, and they would sort it. The next morning we must ring Jenny to let her know all is well and if we have any concerns with anything. None of the men would play up, as they had too much to lose if Jenny exposed them, and she was confident this wasn’t an issue, seeing as she had personally vetted them before allowing them to see her girls.
After all that, we were asked if we wanted to join her firm; we looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said yes. Jenny then produced a contract for Carol to sign so that she could be added to the payroll, etc.
“Can you start today? If you can, then I have a room booked for you at the hotel and two meetings arranged for 7pm and 9pm this evening. Both gentlemen have been with me a long time and are aware it will be your first time, so they will treat you well. There’s no pressure, as I have someone on standby if you would rather wait.”
We just nodded, and Jenny handed us an envelope with the hotel address, her phone number to ring her in the morning, and the room numbers of the 2 men she was to meet and fuck that evening. We said our goodbyes but, before leaving, asked what she would have done if we had declined. Jenny replied that she had a reserve lined up, but, in her experience, if a couple has come this far, it is unlikely they will not go ahead.
We then made our way back to the tube station to find the car from where we would drive to the hotel and book in for the night. When I asked why she was smiling after seeing Jack, she said to wait until we were in our room at the hotel.
After about an hour’s travelling, we finally reached the hotel at around 4pm, checked in, and went up to our room on the 5th floor, noticing that the other rooms were on the 3rd and 6th floors. Once inside, I said, ‘Well, what happened with Jack?’
“After we went into the other room Jack asked if I was sure I still wanted to do this. I said yes, and he said, ‘You’d better get your clothes off then.’ Looking puzzled, he said he was going to play the part and pretend that this was a hotel room, and I’d just been delivered by you, so get undressed as sexily as you can; it was an audition. I pulled my dress over my head and stood there in a bra, knickers, suspender belt, stockings, and heels.
Jack was smiling as he nodded his head for me to go further, so off went my bra, followed by my knickers, and I stopped again. Jack nodded his head, and so I took off the rest and stood there naked before him. He told me to turn 360 slowly, then turn my back to him and touch my toes with my legs apart. Through my legs I saw him approach me from behind and look at my pussy, saying it looks very nice and already wet, which it was.
He then put the palm of his hand over my pussy and moved it back and forth before sliding a finger into finger-fucking me; his other hand grabbed my boobs. He stepped back and told me to undress him. I turned round and undone his shirt buttons, which I then removed to show a very fit set of abs. I undid his belt, lowered his zip, and went to my knees as I pulled his trousers down, removing them along with his shoes and socks, leaving him in just his pants.
I massaged his cock through the material before pulling them down and allowing it to spring forward; I removed his pants with one hand while I slowly wanked him with the other. He has a much thicker and longer cock than you, and I licked it like a lolly from his balls to the tip. I took as much as I could have him into my mouth, massaged him with my tongue, and sucked him while wanking his cock. He stopped me after a while and told me to lay down on the carpeted floor (which was also nice and clean).
I did as he asked, opened my legs, and his tongue went straight to my pussy, and he was very good. As I started to lift myself off the floor in response, his tongue travelled up to my navel, then onto my boobs until our mouths met, and we started to kiss, tongues and all. As we kissed, his cockhead started to rub against my pussy lips, so I put my hand down and guided him into my pussy, and he pushed in a couple of inches and stopped. He then went slowly in and out as more and more of his cock entered me until I could feel his balls slap against my bum cheeks.
He fucked me for a good few minutes, then told me to get on my knees. I did; he then fucked me doggy fashion. I was starting to feel an orgasm building when he pulled out and told me to turn round and suck his cock again. I wanted him to finish me off, but he said I was there to pleasure him, not the other way round. I could feel his balls tighten and knew he was close, and just as I was wondering where he was going to deposit his cum, he stiffened and came in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and used my fingers to push the cum on my chin into my mouth. He got up, told me to get dressed, and gave me these 4 £10 notes.”
With that, Carol threw them on the bed. I looked at her and gave her a big hug, but she wouldn’t let me go any further, as she had to get ready for her first proper date.
And so, Carol started life as an escort, which she did for just under three years. In the next part, I will describe what happened that first evening and highlight some of the more interesting ‘dates’ that she enjoyed.