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I want. I’m not going to mention it again. You just tell me when,” and then she slurped my rock-hard dick into her mouth. We made fantastic love all night.
    For the next couple of days I racked my brain on how to set this up. I had no idea where to find a male prostitute, and I was too embarrassed to ask anyone.
    One Wednesday evening, as I was getting out of the shower at the health club I go to, another guy that I’d seen but never met was just going in. He was about thirty-two years old, five eleven with a muscular build and a cock that hung about six inches— soft! I estimated that it had to be at least eight or nine inches erect. I remembered having thought on many occasions how much Jackie would love that cock. I’d been thinking so hard about finding a male prostitute, and the solution was right here in front of me. Jackie would love this guy. Now all I had to do was get him to like the idea.
    I hung around the club awhile until Alex came out. I said hello to him as I approached, and he said hello back. He asked me what I was doing and I explained I was waiting for some people, but that I didn’t think they were going to show. He said he was going to a bar he usually goes to after his workouts and asked if I wanted to join him. I said yes.
    Once we were in the bar we started to talking, and eventually the conversation turned to sex. I asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he said, “I’ve been out of circulation for so long that I don’t know how to meet women anymore. Besides, I don’t need a relationship, just some wild sex.”
    Bingo!
    I took advantage of the opportunity and started telling him of my wife and our plan. He sat there in shock as this practically total stranger told him of how he was supposed to hire a man to bring home and fuck his wife.
    “Since you’re looking for wild sex and I’m looking for someone to satisfy my wife, maybe we could help each other out,” I told him. “Interested?”
    Not knowing what to say, he said, “It depends. What does she look like?”
    I pulled out a picture of her taken at the beach and showed it to him. When he saw the picture of my wife, he exclaimed, “Wow, what a fox. You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    I assured him I was and that if it wasn’t him, it would be someone else. He eagerly agreed and we set it up for the following Saturday. He would come to our house and pretend he was a hired gun, so to speak.
    I didn’t say anything to Jackie until Saturday afternoon. When she got back from her weekly errands, I helped her with the bags and then kissed her. “Tonight’s the night,” I said, out of the blue.
    At first she was unsure of my drift, but then a look of panic came over her face. “Tonight? Oh, my gosh. When? Where? I don’t know if I’m ready,” she blurted out.
    I kissed her again and smiled reassuringly. “You have until eight o’clock to get ready. He’s coming here.”
    I went out to buy some booze, and when I returned she was in the bathtub getting ready. I went into the bathroom and she was trimming her pussy. “Why are you doing that?” I asked.
    “I want everything to be perfect. But I have to keep stopping because when I put my fingers near my snatch I start to come,” she explained.
    “Well, I’ll let you get ready,” I said, and I left the room. When she came out, she started asking me all sorts of questions about the guy. I just assured her she wouldn’t be disappointed. We picked out what she was going to wear. Sheer black G-string panties that barely covered her pussy lips, thigh-high stockings and black high heels. Over this she wore a white polka-dot sun-dress that was very short and low-cut in front and clung to her perfect hourglass figure. She was gorgeous.
    “I’m nervous. What am I supposed to do?” she asked. I lit a joint and said, “That’s easy. Relax, fuck him any way you want and have the time of your life.”
    It was seven o’clock. An hour to go and I couldn’t wait.
    The bell rang at