The Forfeit

So if you've been reading along, you probably know that I was a bad girl a few weeks back. And because I was a bad girl, I had to make good on the forfeit.

Now I have to admit, I do like some of the fantasy aspects of cuckholding. Part of me almost wishes I had a cuckhold. But I would never change, at least right now, what I have with my husband. Although, as I look at this, I wonder if maybe I could get a cuckhold who wasn't my husband.

The things I think of when I'm writing.

Anyways. Back to my tale.

So I got home that Wednesday morning and had a talk with my husband. And he could have been mad, because all I had to do was call. But I hadn't. So there was the forfeit to be decided.

Which is amazingly hard to do when you have kids always around in the house. You don't want them to develop your habits, you want them to develop their own. At least that what my husband and I have also thought. Within reason.

Anyways, can you tell that I'm taking the long way? I'm a little embarrassed. Which for me is odd.

In the end, and with only a little protest from me since fair is fair, this is what we came up with. A high priced escort. Not a street hooker. An honest to g-d high end call girl. Now, the only way I was able to pull this off to my satisfaction was because of my connections. I don't have a lot. But I do have a few friends who have had to procure suitable company for a travelling VIP client on occasion.

The alternative was to go on google and look up escorts. Which I did at first. But then I thought, how do I know its not going to be someone who is going to rip off my husband and me. I'm sure most of the women who advertise are not crazy axe murdering men in reality, but still....

So I had a friend. Who had  VIP client. Who had to be kept from getting himself into too much trouble. So I just asked her how she handled it. And she told me. And I told a little white lie (because really, what woman wants to say they're getting a hooker for their husband because they forgot to call home when they were fucking an absolutely gorgeous, younger, Black guy? Waaaay too much to explain to some people.)

Number in hand, I called over and was asked who I wanted. At which point I wasn't sure. I mean, it was for my husband. Shouldn't he get to pick. The woman on the other end of the phone was very nice and gave me a website to go to so that I could pick. A quick email to my husband. An hour later he sent back his choice.

Not the one I would have chosen. Not that I think she didn't look good on the screen. But who knew my husband had a thing for Indian (dot not feather) women? We informed the nice woman at the service of the special needs for my hsuband. Another phone call later, she told us that it wouldn't be a problem.

A few withdrawals from the ATM over the week (stupid limits) and we we're ready to go.

So last Thursday night, with the kids getting ready for their last finals, Dad went out for the evening. A nice room at a hotel at the airport.

He said that for $2,000, it was one of the best night he'd had a with a woman who wasn't his wife.

I guess I'll just have to replenish my Fendi account. Sigh.

And to answer the question as to whether I got his number, I didn't. But I do know where he works. And since this is Friday, we might need to do a happy hour.