I took a cab back to my hotel and realised it was a little after ten. I felt empty inside. I didn’t want to spend my time torturing myself by thinking about what Maggie might be doing. I had been looking forward to an exciting evening and although I knew that sex with Elaine wasn’t guaranteed, I had high hopes.
In the hotel bedroom, I opened my computer and randomly started searching for other entertainment.
I searched for married women seeking excitement and found a couple of sites that promised to link married people together for affairs. It seemed an interesting thought, but to get details I needed to subscribe and I wasn’t sure. I expected to find a few women and lots of men wanting to link up. I also realised that there wouldn’t be much chance of meeting someone tonight.
I then saw a link for luxury escorts in London. I did a wider search to see what was possible if I had been prepared to pay lots of money, although previously paying for sex was something that never had interested me. I imagined the women who escorted were either exploited or not very caring. I knew that was a sweeping generalisation.
Despite numerous options, I couldn’t get excited by any of the women who were offering services. When I first looked, I felt a little overwhelmed by all the choices there seemed to be. Some websites looked quite classy. I wondered who I could see if I was prepared to pay the expensive prices to have someone who was special. I started looking more carefully for someone I might be prepared to contact. I was now ready to take the plunge, but when I came to look at each option in more detail, no one seemed right and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to see any of them, let alone pay them to have sex with me.
Those whose faces were visible made me worry about confidentiality. If they didn’t mind being identified, they might not have anything to lose by identifying me to others. Others just seemed to want to show pictures of their genitalia, which didn’t excite me at all. When I finally found a couple of options that I might have been interested in, I couldn’t make contact and I wondered if the profiles were false.
I came across an agency website offering upscale companions and ‘courtesans.’ One lady attracted my attention. She was well dressed, sexy but not overly indecent. Her face was pixelated but her hair looked nice. I took the plunge and rang the agency. However, the escort I had selected wasn’t available and the receptionist wanted to know what sort of woman I liked in terms of hair colour, breast size and slim or ‘cuddly.’ I didn’t like to have to select someone on the basis of just physical attributes. I wanted someone who was able to hold a conversation and wasn’t too ‘hard’ or cynical. In the end, I said I would consider the options she offered and call back. I think we both knew that I wouldn’t really call back
I continued to search but was losing interest until I came across a site that offered nude ‘tantric’ massages for men delivered by experienced attractive women who would come to my hotel room. It proposed “guilt-free” satisfaction. The rules were clear: clients were not allowed to touch the masseuse and just received pleasure. Any breach of the rules would mean ending the massage and the masseuse would leave. I was intrigued by the idea, and took the plunge once more and called the number. The friendly receptionist understood that I hadn’t used the service before. She asked me about what I was looking for and we had a good conversation where I ended up giving her some details about how I ended up here.
The receptionist suggested that I might prefer one of their slightly more mature ladies. She said most of their ladies were in their early twenties but she recommended someone over thirty. Most guys wanted their masseuse to be as young as possible, but I seemed to want experience and more sophistication.
In the end, I trusted her to select someone for me and I booked a session for two hours with ‘’Jade” who could visit in just over an hour’s time. The receptionist reminded me of the rules, including the need to shower first, then said that she was sure that I would have a special time.
I showered and spent a long time trying to decide whether to get dressed again or just stay in a towelling robe. I also tried to organise the lighting and wondered about what music should be playing on the room’s sound system.
In the end, I was still trying to decide how to prepare as I got increasingly excited when I heard a knock on the door.
I opened to find a tall professional-looking woman giving me a delightful smile. She was wearing a long black coat, She introduced herself as ”Jade” and came in and took off her coat. She was wearing a black cocktail dress which showed off her slim figure. She had long legs, curly dark shoulder-length hair and a lovely smile. Her face was open with a small mouth and large dark eyes. She spoke with a slight Australian accent. Although her face had been pixelated on the site, she matched the description online and as described by the receptionist. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties. I was sure her name wasn’t really Jade.
When offered, she accepted a soft drink from the minibar and didn’t object to me having a beer. We had a short talk during which she told me she had been in London for nearly a year to complete a college course and was paying her way by working as a part-time masseuse. She asked me about my experience of massages and said that she was honoured to be the first woman to give me a nude massage. She was friendly but also efficient and professional. She assured me that she would leave me satisfied.
I handed over the required fee, which seemed expensive for a massage, but I was assured it included everything except an optional tip. I noted that many escorts I had found online were much cheaper.
She checked on any preferences, such as anywhere I didn’t want to be touched or any aches and pains. She checked I had showered and went over the rules again, emphasising that I couldn’t touch her without expressed permission.
Once she had gone through everything, she told me that she would prepare the room and go and shower. When she returned she would be naked. Meantime, I was to undress and lie face down on the bed, and I could cover myself with a towel if I wanted to.
She carefully placed small electric candles around the room and turned out the room lights. She adjusted the air conditioning temperature to make the room warmer. She set up her own sound speakers linked to her phone and started playing relaxing eastern music. She took a large towel from the bathroom and laid it out on the bed for me to lie on with another smaller one for me to put over my back.
Preparing the room seemed to be a ritual, which I guessed was all part of the build-up. She checked if I was okay with everything and went into the bathroom.
I heard the shower start and imagined that she was undressing. I realised that I would soon be able to see her naked, and the thought made me hard. I sat on the bed imagining what was going to happen over the next couple of hours.
I heard the shower stop, and I quickly slipped off my towelling robe and boxer shorts, and lay on my front, manoeuvring a towel so it covered my bottom. I looked away from the bathroom door since I decided I wanted to spend as long as possible imagining what Jade’s body looked like and experiencing the wonder of imagining each detail of her body.
I heard the bathroom door open and Jade removed the towel on my back. She took my arms and carefully positioned them to the side of my body. She then gently parted my legs. I heard her squeeze some oil from the bottle and then felt soft hands on my shoulders.
Over the next thirty minutes, Jade gently massaged every part of the back of my body. I felt her hands then her breasts on me. Her hands slipped between my buttocks and then she rubbed her hands up the inside of my thighs a number of times. Each time her hand went a little higher until she grazed by my balls. This sent a small shock through my body even though I knew it was coming.
After a few more strokes, a hand had moved up between my legs and gently cupped my balls. I moved my legs further apart and Jade’s hand moved further up and started stroking my cock. She was clearly experienced and made my cock feel even harder as her fingers reached its tip.
After a few minutes, I thought she might bring me to a climax while I was still on my front. I could feel myself getting close when she whispered into my ear.
“Would you like to turn over?”
I turned over and looked at Jade. She was slim and beautiful. I could now see her medium-sized breasts with their hard nipples which I had been feeling on my back. She was shaved and her pussy lips were prominent. As I looked at her I felt my cock harden again and stand upright. I almost apologised for the state she found me in before I realised that I didn’t need to. She seemed pleased to see how hard I was.
Jade started on my feet and worked her way up my body. She got onto the bottom of the bed and moved my legs apart. She moved up and knelt between my legs. She moved her oiled hands over my chest, feeling like a sensuous caress rather than a firm massage. She seemed to take care to bring her fingers close but not quite in contact with my cock.
I was sure she was about to touch my cock and bring me to a climax, but this was not the plan. She moved around the bed so that she was on one side with her knees on either side of my arm. She then reached across me, her breasts stroking my face, and she massaged the palm of my hand and moved her hands up the opposite arm. The temptation to lean up and kiss her breasts was incredible, but I knew that this was outside the rules and I feared that she would immediately stop and leave.
Jade then moved back a little and knelt up so that her pussy was directly over my hand. She then lowered her body so that her pussy was against my hand. She leaned across and massaged my chest, running her hands from my neck to just above my cock. As she did this, she rubbed her pussy against my hand. Again, I had to force myself to resist moving my hand and using a finger to rub her pussy. Her shaved pussy and lips felt warm and soft.
Jade moved around to the other arm and repeated the processes. I was so excited by the feelings that Jade was giving me and my cock remained rock hard.
Then Jade lifted her body up my arm and turned to face my feet. She lifted her leg over my head then settled down on my body, her legs apart and her pussy over my face. She rubbed her body up and down my chest, her pussy just inches from my face. I could see the details and smell the sweetness of her wet pussy. The stimulation of my senses made me feel incredible.
I then felt a gentle touch from the base of my cock to the tip. It felt moist and warm, and I tried to work out if it was Jade’s finger with some oil or her tongue. The touch continued and then I felt her hand around my cock and she stroked it a few times.
She lifted her body over me and I looked up at the entrance to her pussy. It seemed to be slightly open and I wanted to reach forward and lick it. She then lifted herself up and moved to one side of me. She took a pillow and placed it under my head so that I could look down at my body, which was glowing from the oil and down towards my hard cock.
Jade slowly and deliberately moved around me and sat between my legs facing me. She then opened her legs and placed each one over my legs so that her legs were wide open and she was displaying herself to me. She manoeuvred further towards me so that her pussy was just a short distance from my balls.
She oiled her hands, gently took my cock and started running her fingers up and down. She then took it and held it so that it was pointing upwards. She leaned forward and gently blew on it, her mouth practically touching its tip.
She massaged the tip and then started stroking me. She brought me close to climax a couple of times before she leaned forward and expertly got me to the point where I could feel myself about to cum and shoot my load. She opened her mouth and I felt that I was going to ejaculate directly into it. Just as I climaxed, she moved back and moved my cock so that my cum shot onto my stomach with such power as I feared some might land on my face.
Jade looked at me and smiled as she carefully let go of my cock. She told me just to relax and stay lying down. She got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet cloth and cleaned the cum off my chest, and wiped my softening cock.
She moved her mouth to my ear and asked me in a whisper if I enjoyed the experience.
I could only thank her and she kissed my cheek and said that she was going to wash and dress in the bathroom, but that I should continue to relax.
After a few minutes, I got up and took a generous tip from my wallet. Shortly after, Jade came out dressed and ready to leave. She collected her candles and speaker and then sat next to me and asked if I had any further questions. I could only ask if I could see her again.
She left me a business card with the agency details including a different phone number for ‘trusted customers.’ She said that I could always ask to see her, and she would be delighted to see me again if she was available. She said she felt how much I enjoyed it and liked that I respected all the rules. I realised she probably said this to most clients, but it felt genuine. Then I wondered if most clients pushed the rules a little and did join in. I decided not to spoil the moment by asking.
I handed her the tip and she kissed my cheek again, and then she left.
I had a shower to remove some of the oil that covered my body, then went to bed and went over the massage again in my head. I hardly thought of what Maggie might be up to.
As I was dozing off, my phone buzzed, and I saw that it was a message from Maggie.
“I hope you are having a good time. Lisa and I are getting a little wild, but I’m still yours. Mxx”
I messaged back that I was fine. I was glad that Maggie thought to send me a message to reassure me. That felt different from previous times when we had been apart. I realised that for all the time I was with Jade, I hadn’t thought of Maggie. Jade had controlled my attention and I felt completely sexually satisfied, without having had sex.
I thought of how Jade reminded me a little of Maggie, only probably about ten years younger. But then, others had thought Maggie was ten years younger than she actually was. Maybe Jade and Maggie could be the same age.
I then became excited imagining Maggie providing the same service that Jade had to strangers in hotels. I also thought of Maggie appearing on a website as a high-class escort like I had seen on the web earlier. The thought remained with me as I fell asleep, my cock hard again as I thought of Maggie giving massages and more to men in their hotel bedrooms.
I slept well and woke up feeling rested. There was no message from Maggie, so I sent a short ‘good morning’ message just to let her know I was well and I decided to make my way home early and sort out a few things at home. I grabbed a coffee and went to find a train out of London.
It was late morning when Maggie sent a message back to say she would be leaving Manchester soon and would be back late afternoon. She said she was looking forward to hearing all about my adventures and sharing hers with me.
I found myself distracted by wondering what Maggie might have done. Would she have met up with Michael? Or Will? Would she have had sex with Lisa? Or others? However much I tried to focus on other things, I found myself thinking of extreme things that Maggie might have done. By the time I picked her up from the station, I had imagined her covered in cum having been gangbanged by Michael, Will and lots of other strangers.
Maggie gave me a hug. She looked normal, dressed casually. She seemed slightly shy, as if she was embarrassed. Previous experience had told me not to rush in and start to cross-examine her. We exchanged small talk about train journeys and what we had eaten so far, and what we might eat that evening.
When we were home, we opened a bottle of wine and sat down in the living room facing each other. We grinned at each other like guilty teenagers.
“You go first,” said Maggie.
“I want to hear about your adventures, I’m sure they are more interesting than mine,” I replied.
There was another pause.
“Let’s toss a coin,” I suggested.
Maggie called as I spun a coin and I won. So Maggie had to go first.
She described how she had met up with Lisa. Lisa said that she had planned the weekend for Maggie. When Maggie had described the ‘freedom weekend’ agreement, she got it immediately and said that she had recognised it as a ‘hall pass.’ I googled it later and realised that of course what he had arranged was nothing new, we had just not known what to call it.
After dropping things off at her flat, they had gone out to meet with Will at his studio where Maggie had been persuaded to pose. However, she assured me that this was more for me than anyone else. She asked me if I would like to see the pictures or like her to describe what happened over the rest of the weekend.
This put me in a dilemma. I could tell that Maggie enjoyed teasing me.
“I’ll give you a quick look at some of the pictures, then I’ll tell you about the rest of the weekend,” said Maggie decisively, thereby taking the decision out of my hands. I liked her being confident and decisive.
She opened her MacBook. The first set was a mix of colour and black and white pictures of Maggie wearing a very short white cocktail dress. I immediately recognised it as the one she wore that evening to the club with Lisa. Her makeup appeared to be professionally applied, and she was wearing a set of matching silver drop earrings and a necklace that I didn’t recognise
Lisa had bought her a new outfit to go clubbing. She had thought that if it was left to Maggie to decide what she would wear, it would not be daring enough! Maggie thought that the new dress was too short and thin, but since Lisa would be wearing the same design, and Lisa had also bought matching accessories, right down to hold-up stockings, she went along with it.
In the pictures, Maggie seemed to be relaxed and was caught in motion in many of them. They didn’t seem at all stiff and posed but rather relaxed. Sometimes her dress was flaring up and showing some lacy tops of her stockings. It looked very sexy.
The next photos were all in colour. Maggie was still in the same dress and now joined by Lisa in a set of photographs. Lisa was wearing her black dress in the same style and with matching jewellery. They looked like a couple in love in a series of pictures with them holding hands, hugging and laughing at each other. Again there was a feeling of movement and two women who were very relaxed in each other’s company.
The next set had Maggie and Lisa both dressed in identical corsets and hold-up stockings. Although they both showed a lot of cleavage, they were showing less skin than they might show on the beach. However, the images were sexy and once again they were hugging close and exchanging kisses. They appeared to be a loving couple.
I found the images exciting, but I was concerned about how far they went and what I didn’t see. I asked her what happened next, and she said “not much.” Maggie just smiled and her face went red. She shut her MacBook. I knew there must be more to the session, but I was determined to trust her to tell me in her own time. I didn’t press the issue.
After the session at the studio had finished, Maggie told me that she went out alone to meet Michael. They had a coffee, which Maggie described as friendly but slightly uncomfortable. Michael was in a new relationship and he seemed keen on avoiding anything that might damage it. They talked about family and their schools but shied away from discussing any of their sexual adventures.
I felt I had to ask Maggie a question.
“Did you feel that he still wanted to be with you? Be honest, I won’t be upset,” I asked.
“I could feel that there was still some chemistry between us. He was constrained but I could sense that he still would have liked to spend some time with me,” Maggie replied. “However, he thinks his new relationship might be long term.”
“What about you? How did you feel seeing him again?” I asked. I tried to be friendly and open. I didn’t want to sound like I was too pushy but I wanted to know.
“If I’m honest, seeing him again made me want him a little too, but we both understood that we had moved on. I think we both knew it was best to just have a coffee and talk. He hoped I had a good evening with Lisa and I said that I hoped his relationship went well. Then we parted with a short hug and no more.”
Maggie then went back to Lisa’s home and spent more time getting ready to go out wearing their short dresses and little else.
They went out to a cocktail bar where they caught up with each other’s news and pretended not to notice all the men in the bar watching them. Maggie felt like they were on display, sitting on high stools at the bar. Maggie had two cocktails but was worried about having more. Lisa had three. Just when Maggie would normally be thinking of heading home if she were out, or preparing for bed if she were home, they both went on to a new club for which Lisa had secured VIP tickets.
The club was vibrant and full of young people. They both had another cocktail then went on the dance floor and had a great time, dancing alone and occasionally with others who joined them. They danced until the early hours and left the club separately, with Lisa getting back home much later than Maggie.
“Is that it?” I asked.
Maggie gave me a smile. There was a distinct twinkle in her eyes.
“There might be a bit more,” she said. She was becoming coy.
“You have to tell me,” I said, smiling back at her. I knew she was teasing me again.
Maggie poured more wine and told me more.
At some point, a group of young men who were having a ‘stag weekend’ in Manchester joined them on the dance floor and took turns dancing with Lisa and Maggie. They all had matching polo shirts with the groom’s name on it. They were all pretty drunk and Maggie was grabbed a few times on her arse and ended up having a few dances close up. It was rowdy but all good-natured. The guys were poor dancers and most of them struggled to even maintain a rhythm. Mainly they wanted to be close to women and Maggie felt flattered to have the attention of a group of guys in their twenties.
At some point, Maggie became aware that there was an older guy in the group who seemed to be close or older than Maggie. He was wearing the same polo shirt with the groom’s name although it didn’t look quite right on him. He clearly knew how to dance and Maggie noticed he had danced with a couple of other women before dancing with Lisa and then her. He could move to any rhythm and lead his partner. When he got to Maggie, they did a type of Lindy Hop to a couple of songs. Maggie loved finding someone who could hold a rhythm and lead her to the music.
I knew that Maggie loved to dance and years ago she had wanted to go to dance classes with me, but I was always too busy with work. I could imagine finding a dance partner would have been fun for her.
Rather than move on, the guy stayed with Maggie for longer and when she wanted a break to catch her breath, he offered to buy her a drink. They ended up talking in a quiet area of the club while he had a beer and Maggie had a soft drink. She explained to me that she was determined not to drink too much.
The guy was called Alan and he was the step-father to the groom. He had been persuaded to join the stag weekend, although he was concerned that he would stand out as being much older than the rest of the group. He went to Ceroc dance clubs and had learned to dance which is how he was able to adapt what he knew. He had found that most girls, even those much younger, were pleased to find a guy who knew how to dance. It had made him really popular on the dance floor when compared to the other guys in the group.
“Why did he stick with you?” I asked, anxious to get a better picture of what had happened.
“He said I danced well,” replied Maggie. She hesitated before saying more quietly, “he also mentioned that he found me very attractive.”
“Understandable,” I replied. “What about his wife? Did they live far away?”
Maggie looked directly at me as if she was trying to see how I would react as she said, “he separated from her a while ago. He was determined to continue to support her son with his upcoming wedding, but the marriage was dead. He said that he had concluded that she had only married him for his money.”
“So he has money?”
“Apparently. He lives out at Alderley Edge, which he told me is where the football stars live.”
“Sounds like he was keen to impress you,” I said. I kept the conversation relaxed. I was getting both excited and also starting to experience the old feeling of dread when I heard about my wife’s adventures.
“He didn’t particularly seem to be trying to impress, but maybe that’s because he didn’t feel he needed to. But I did feel like I was being chatted up!”
“Did you tell him about me?”
“No, he didn’t ask much about me at that point; now I come to think about it,” said Maggie.
Maggie said that they got up and went to dance again with each other some more. They lost touch with the rest of the stag party, and at around one o’clock Lisa messaged Maggie to let her know that she was leaving the club with someone and might not be home until much later, if Maggie was okay to make her own way back. Maggie was enjoying dancing with Alan and so she just wished Lisa a good night.
Around thirty minutes later Maggie and Alan agreed that they had danced enough and it was probably time to go. Alan checked and found that his stepson was now at a strip club, and so he thought we wouldn’t join them and would call an end to his night out.
When they got out of the club, Alan ordered a taxi and offered to drop Maggie off at Lisa’s. Maggie suggested that he went in for a coffee.
“So he came in and one thing led to another,” said Maggie. “Then he went home.”
“You know that’s still not enough, right?” I replied.
“Well, we did have coffee. He was a nice guy and we had the place to ourselves and so we sat next to each other on the sofa and talked. It was then that he asked me more about myself. I told him that I was a teacher, married with a couple of grown-up children. He asked about you, and I said that you knew that I was going out clubbing, and you were having fun two hundred miles away in London.
“He seemed intrigued. I didn’t tell him too much but I did say that this was a ‘freedom weekend’ and we could see who we wanted and do whatever we wanted. It seemed to excite him. He seemed particularly excited with the prospect of having some fun with a married woman but without having to worry about my husband.”
Maggie said that Alan seemed to see this as a green light to get closer. They kissed and cuddled for a while before Alan’s hand went under Maggie’s dress. She said that he was very hesitant but when he started stroking her pussy through her panties, she became excited.
Maggie was at pains to point out that Alan was very careful and made sure that she was consenting to everything he did. She in turn took the initiative and undid his trousers and pulled them down. She then gave him a blow job, and he came over her dress. So she took it off and then they kissed for a while. Maggie was hoping he would get excited again, but after they had been kissing for a while with Maggie in her underwear and Alan wearing just a shirt, he said he needed to get home. He had another commitment later on Sunday.
Maggie said that it was nice, and it was strange to have a one night stand with a stranger. She was surprised that he didn’t want to go any further. After the blow job finished, Alan seemed uncomfortable and became keen to leave. He made his excuses and called a cab and was gone within ten minutes.
“Were you prepared to go further, even if this guy Alan didn’t want to?” I asked.
Maggie gave me that guilty look I had become used to when she found it uncomfortable to admit her desires.
“I don’t mind that nothing more happened now I think about it, but at the time I was frustrated. We had got to this stage and I felt that I was ready to go further. I felt comfortable and in control. I was excited,” Maggie said. She looked at me waiting for my approval.
“Do you mind?” She added.
“I was ready to hear that you had sex with him. I’m pleased you didn’t but then again, it’s exciting when I imagine that you might have,” I said as I considered the conflicting emotions I had.
“Was it definitely just a one night stand?” I asked. It still felt it was so strange to be asking my wife this question.
“Is it a one night stand if we don’t have sex? I don’t think we will meet again. He lives a long way away and he didn’t want to stay longer with me. Lisa was surprised when she got home a few hours later. I had messaged her to let her know I had company and she thought that we would have spent the night together.”
“So no exchange of telephone numbers?” I pressed the point.
“Oh, he has my number and has sent me a thank you message. I’ll show you,” said Maggie.
Maggie showed me a message from Alan on her phone, sent late morning. It was simple:
‘Thank you, Maggie, for a special time. You were a great dance partner and of course a bit more than just that! I will treasure the memory, Alan.’
Maggie had replied.
‘Thank you, Alan. I enjoyed our time too. You take care, Maggie xx.’
“Very formal, considering you had given him a blow job a few hours before,” I commented.
“I know, I wasn’t sure how to interpret the message. I think it was something of a surprise,” said Maggie.
“Maybe he’s never met a hotwife before,” I said.
“Maybe. And now you have a very tired hotwife and I need to know what happened with you, and whether I need to worry about Elaine,” Maggie said.
I could see she really was very tired.
“Well, you don’t need to worry about Elaine at all. She has Ted to look after her,” I said.
Maggie looked at me, surprised.
“Explain,” said Maggie.
So I briefly explained my evening. Maggie laughed but seemed genuinely sad for me about the misunderstanding. She pointed out that the ‘freedom weekend’ had only happened because I had thought I was going to spend the night with Elaine.
I felt awkward explaining what I had experienced with my massage with Jade. I don’t know why, but maybe it was because I had enjoyed it so much. There really was no reason for me to feel guilty, particularly since Maggie had given Alan a blow job. I did say that I had a very pleasant massage. I explained it in brief but offered to explain it in more detail if she wanted, but maybe later in the week.
Maggie took me up on the offer to explain more later in the week because she needed to get some sleep.
We went upstairs and Maggie came out of the bathroom and joined me dressed only in hold-up stockings and panties. I was touched by the gesture because I knew she was very tired.
“I just wanted to wear these for you, even though they are a little worn after last night,” she said and snuggled up to me.
“Thank you, I appreciate it even though you’re tired, I replied. “What do you think of our first ‘freedom weekend’?
“I enjoyed it, even though neither of us had full sex. Maybe that’s a good thing. What did you think?” She asked me.
“I think it went well, if not entirely to plan. I ended up enjoying myself and also I enjoyed thinking about you enjoying yourself. In a way, it’s funny that we didn’t have sex. In the end, it was a relief for me although you were naughty with Alan. Maybe you scared him off!” I realised I was rambling.
“Maybe I did,” was Maggie’s reply. I could hear in her voice how tired she was.
We kissed a little but I knew she needed to rest and she was soon sleeping gently. It felt nice to have her back in bed with me and she seemed to be pleased to be back with me.
Before I fell asleep, in my head I went over the events of the weekend again. I decided my comment was right. Although it hadn’t gone to plan, I thought our first freedom weekend had been a success. The last thought I remember was to wonder whether six months was a little long to wait for the next one.
A couple of evenings later, once Maggie had caught up with her school work, Maggie sat me down and said that she would show me more from the photo session in Will’s studio. However, first I had to explain the massage I had in more detail. I did so, and even showed Maggie the card that Jade had left me. Maggie commented that I seemed to have made a positive impression on my masseuse.
Maggie then shared another set of pictures. In them, she was now dressed only in a sheer bra and panties with stockings. The pictures were increasingly daring until the final two.
In one she was staring directly at the camera, standing with her arms by her side and her legs slightly apart. She seemed to be daring the viewer to look more closely at her. Her dark nipples were clearly visible behind the thin material. The see-through panties showed that she was clean-shaven below. She seemed to be flaunting her body.
In the other, she was on a bed with white sheets. She was on all fours, her bottom towards the camera. Her legs were apart and her back arched, pushing her bottom up. Again, the sheer material hid nothing and her pussy lips and rosebud were visible. Maggie was looking backwards at the camera, smiling. It seemed that she was inviting the viewer to move forward, pull down the panties and fuck her.
I was excited and shocked. I asked Maggie who was there when the pictures were taken. She said that Lisa, Will, Will’s young lighting assistant Brendan and the make-up artist Winter were all in the room. I asked her how she felt when the final explicit pictures were taken. She said she felt excited as everyone was watching.
She said that Will had progressively made her relaxed and encouraged her to go further. I admitted that I was excited by the photographs but concerned at how she had displayed herself to others, including two men.
Maggie just took my arm and put it around her shoulder and pressed my hand on her breast. She had thought that having others in the room might be less of a worry for me, since if she had been alone with Will, that would have been more concerning. She admitted that Will had flirted with her and suggested going even further, but she and Lisa had left together, determined to go out and enjoy the feeling of wearing matching clothes and having the benefit of professionally applied make-up.
She had arranged the meeting to catch up with Michael, but Maggie assured me that I now knew pretty much everything she had remembered from the weekend.
It now seemed my shy wife was becoming an exhibitionist.
It was a couple of months later that Maggie told me that she had received a message from Alan.
His company sponsored a couple of races at a two-day race meeting in York. He wondered if Maggie would join him in three weeks’ time.
The first day was a Friday and a school day so Maggie replied explaining that she couldn’t come up for the meeting. Alan had then replied suggesting Maggie could join him for the Saturday, and return on Sunday.
“So he did like you,” I suggested.
“It sounds to me more like he’s desperate for a partner,” Maggie replied.
“Maybe he just moves slowly,” I said. “He may have been busy running his businesses.”
“So it sounds like you want me to go,” said Maggie. “It’s not six months since our first ‘freedom weekend’.”
“We said twice a year, not every six months,” I pointed out.
“Sorry, I should have read the small print,” said Maggie. She was acting like I was pushing her to go, which wasn’t the case.
“If you want to go, I’m just saying that the time since the last ‘freedom weekend’ shouldn’t be a problem. Then again, you’ve never shown an interest in horse racing, so it’s probably not your thing.” I was trying to be as reasonable as possible. We seemed to be on the edge of an argument for no real reason. It struck me that doing these things would always be more emotional for us.
“I don’t mind trying, it might be exciting. Alan has his own box for entertaining and he said that he’ll have a few business contacts with him,” said Maggie.
I was just a little exasperated at how contrary Maggie was being.
“Well it sounds like he wants a beautiful woman on his arm for the day to impress his business colleagues,” I suggested. “If he wants you to be his PA you should charge him.”
“I’m not an escort!” said Maggie.
“I didn’t mean that you are, I’m just saying that Alan seems to want a PA more than a sex partner,” I said.
“Would you rather that he wanted me for sex?” asked Maggie.
“No. I don’t know,” I said, confused. “I guess this always leaves me in two minds. But if you want to go, we could bring forward our next ‘freedom weekend’.”
“What will you do?” said Maggie.
“I don’t know, perhaps I’ll go to London and see if I can have another massage?” I was thinking that it might be fun. I had thought about the last massage a few times.
“Will you try and book the same person, what’s her name?” asked Maggie.
“If Jade is available, I’ll try and book her, but it’s been a while and she might not be around,” I replied. I actually really hoped that she would be available.
“I’m sure there are others, all with equally unique names,” said Maggie.
I felt she was sneering at me. I felt hurt, and I looked like I was hurt. She was considering a weekend with a successful businessman who was going to take her out and wine and dine her and probably much more.
“I guess you’ll have sex with him this time, if you’re going to be staying at his place.”
“I don’t know but I guess it’s likely. I’m sorry, Paul. It’s just that I don’t always know what to say to make you happy. You encourage me then seem unhappy when things go well for me. What would make you happy?” Maggie’s tone was more conciliatory and friendly again.
“I know, I keep changing. It’s painful to part and know that you’re going to be in someone else’s bed, but the pain is kind of exquisite. You’ve amazed me and shown me a Maggie I didn’t know, and I love to hear you being so different. It is incredibly exciting, and then the pain comes back again. It’s like a rollercoaster of incredible highs and then crashing lows. The adrenalin buzz is addictive,” I tried to explain.
“I know it makes no sense,” I added. “It would also help if when you returned, we could try new things in bed together. It would make it feel like I’m benefiting from your new experiences.”
“I think I get it, but I’m often unsure what to do,” said Maggie.
“Just try. Anything would do,” I pleaded.
“I’ll try,” Maggie said. She sounded like she meant it.
“You can let Alan know that you’ll be his partner at the races, but I think he should compensate you for the journey and being nice to his customers,” I said.
Maggie went away to message Alan. She returned later to say that she would leave early on Saturday morning to join him for lunch and the afternoon’s racing. She had pointed out that it was a bit of a chore to be nice to all his business colleagues, and he had offered her one thousand pounds in compensation and to pay for the train ticket.
I admitted that it seemed fair for the train fare and a day’s work, and so we had our second ‘freedom weekend’ to plan.
I wondered how far in advance the massage agency that Jade worked for took bookings. A couple of days later I called and the receptionist was friendly and said she would see if she could find out if Jade would be working and would be willing to see me. She asked me to call back the next day when I was told that Jade was happy to see me and so I booked her for another two hours on the Saturday night when Maggie would be staying with Alan.
When the weekend arrived, Maggie and I caught an early train on Saturday morning so that she could get to York, via London, for lunchtime. I decided to go with her to London and spend the day in the city visiting galleries and walking along the river. I left her at Kings Cross to catch a fast train to York and, as I left the station, I felt the familiar feeling of emptiness. Once again I wasn’t sure why I was encouraging Maggie. I had a nice brunch at a small Indian chain restaurant which was unusual. I visited two galleries and then went to see a movie. I felt I was just filling time until I could start getting ready to see Jade.
Many times during the day I thought that it was sad that I was just looking forward to seeing a masseuse that I had booked. For future ‘freedom weekends’ I needed to find a better way of spending my time. If Elaine wasn’t available anymore, I wondered about Kat or Debbie.
Kat knew most of what Maggie and I got up to, and although we liked each other I knew that she was always going to be closer to Maggie than me, and that made me feel a little uncomfortable about asking her to see me. Debbie would be fun and had sent me strong signals that she might consider a meeting behind her husband’s back with me, but I didn’t want to ruin our relationship with them as a couple, even though their marriage seemed more than a little rocky.
I wondered about the apps I read about offering affairs with married women. It didn’t feel like the right thing for me. Was I destined just to be the lonely guy at home or booking massages in hotel rooms?
I messaged Maggie as I arrived at the hotel asking her if her journey went well and whether she enjoyed the afternoon.
Her reply came through shortly.
‘Good journey, Alan met me at the station. Afternoon at the races was fun, and his boring business colleagues seemed to like me. I may have drunk a little too much champagne. We’re going back to Alan’s place then out to dinner. So all going well here. Mx’
I looked at the message and realised that Maggie hadn’t asked me about my day. Maybe she didn’t care.
I had a meal at the hotel and a drink at the bar. I looked around to see if there were any women who I could approach, but everyone seemed in a couple or group. It seemed hopeless to expect to meet anyone for sex without having to pay. Then again, I thought, Saturday evenings at London business hotels might not be the best place to look.
I went back to my room to shower and got ready for Jade. I received a message from the agency reminding me to let them know my room number, and right on time, Jade was knocking on my door.
She greeted me like an old friend and seemed genuinely pleased that I had booked her again. She said that it was nice to see someone that she had seen before. She could relax a little more knowing that she wouldn’t have to remind me of the rules.
We talked a little and she updated me on her course and told me that she was finishing soon. I asked her if this would mean that she would no longer be doing massages. She confirmed this was the plan but there were still a few months to go.
Then she took the money, prepared the room and went to the bathroom for her shower. More than ever I wanted to see her shower, and I got excited thinking of what was to come. I wanted to ask her if there were any special treats she offered regular trusted customers, but I was still worried about offending her.
In the event, the massage was identical to the first time. I could enjoy it knowing that there were lovely moments to come, but I also hoped for maybe a couple of surprises. I did have nearly two hours of pleasure at her hands and once again I admired how the whole thing was so carefully choreographed.
When she brought me to a deep and satisfying orgasm, and carefully wiped me clean, she went into the bathroom to shower again. I was happy but I wanted more. When Jade emerged fully dressed and started collecting her lights and speaker, I gave her another generous tip. She thanked me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. She then handed me another business card.
I pointed out that I already had a card, and she said that it was “just in case”.
With that, she left.
As the hotel room door shut, I turned over the business card she had left me. On the reverse was a handwritten mobile phone number and the name “Louise” with a cross for a kiss.
I smiled to myself and carefully stored it in a pocket of my wallet. So, she was Louise! It suited her better, so I was sure it was her real name. I felt she must trust me since she had shared this. I wondered how many men had the mobile number she had left me and what would happen if I called it.
I decided to send her a text message.
‘Thank you again, Louise. Another lovely evening with a special lady. Px’
I soon got a reply.
‘You’re very welcome, Paul. I look forward to the next time. Louise, xxx.’
The exchange of messages left me feeling elated, and I had an early night thinking many thoughts, alternating between the prospect of seeing Louise again, then wondering what my wife was doing with Alan.
Once again, waking up in a London hotel on Sunday morning on my own seemed a particularly sad moment. I immediately thought of Maggie, who would probably be waking up with another man in bed next to her.
I had arranged to meet Maggie off a train at Kings Cross just before lunchtime. She confirmed that she had caught the train and I had a couple of hours to kill before she arrived. I struggled to concentrate on anything as I wandered aimlessly around some of the city’s famous sights. I wanted to message her to find out how she was, but I knew it would be best to wait until we met.
The train was on time to arrive at Kings Cross and I watched her leave the train and walk with other passengers towards the ticket barrier. She looked the same as ever, dressed casually, looking familiar, My wife, but not just mine anymore. She saw me and smiled. She seemed in good spirits as we gave each other a quick hug.
As I took her hand, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it still hurt. I didn’t comment. We made our way across London on the tube to get the train to our home station.
