Role-playing is something my husband and I have done for years to introduce more excitement into our sex lives. We’ve tried a variety of ideas ranging from the French maid scenario to the car mechanic servicing more than my car! For a couple in our 40’s, I think we have fared better than most other couples, when it comes down to sex!
I’ve always been very receptive to Alan’s suggestions and we have had an incredible amount of fun acting out his fantasies. I honestly cannot think of a more erotic way to satisfy my husband’s lust!
His latest fantasy, however, proved to be quite different to all of the rest! We’d watched a documentary on “ladies of the night” and although there was a very seedy edge to it all, there was equally something hugely erotic about it. It was most probably the location that made the programme so appealing. Much of the filming took place around The Avenue des Champs-Elysees in Paris and involved very sophisticated, high-class hookers. The girls, all very sexy and attractive, were dressed almost exclusively in Gucci, Moschino, Prada and other such labels. They would sit outside the café bars, not far from The Arc de Triomphe, sipping expensive cocktails, attracting the attentions of the many businessmen who frequented that area of Paris. The documentary followed some of the girls during the course of an evening showing the initial contact with their customers, the exchange of cash, their walking together to various discrete back streets nearby and then, some time later, returning alone for their next cocktail!
Alan had this idea that I could act out the role of a prostitute. He would watch me for a while and then approach me for business. Everyone around us would assume I was whoring, oblivious to the fact that he was my husband! I had to concede that the very thought of it all turned me on incredibly! For it to work and be truly erotic, I would need to be a French whore working in Paris! Before I had chance to change my mind he had the weekend booked!
We checked into a hotel a couple of weeks later close to La Place de la Concorde at one end of Avenue des Champs-Elysees. That afternoon, my husband took me up to one of Paris’s most exclusive department stores, Galleries Lafayette and treated me to some beautiful lingerie and a very sexy, short, black Gucci dress, laced up each side, revealing a strip of bare flesh from the thigh up to my bust. The dress was elegant but oh so sexy! The lingerie was perfect, a very stylish, gossamer lace bra and g-string together with suspenders and dark, seemed stockings. To compliment the outfit, he bought me a pair of high stilettos with ankle straps tying around my legs. As I stood in the store looking into the mirror, I could feel eyes on me from all round! I was ready to play!
That night, after dinner, we walked together part of the way up Avenue Champs-Elysees, agreeing to separate at Le Lido de Paris. As we walked into our fantasy we both could sense tremendous excitement. I then continued on my own to find a suitable café bar. I was now in character! My husband agreed to allow me some time to settle down and order a cocktail before pursuing me!
I was aware already that I had many admirers as I walked slowly past the cafes and bistros. Men were watching me and the buzz that gave me was amazing! I finally came to Le Bistro Romain and made for a free table next to the footpath. I called the waiter, ordered a drink and began my business!
My legs were crossed and the Gucci dress had ridden just sufficiently up my thighs to show off my seemed stocking tops and my suspenders! I sipped my cocktail slowly, biding my time, apparently waiting for customers! I must have looked the part, judging by the numerous glances of interest I was receiving. As the time passed, the drink diluted any of my remaining inhibitions and I was beginning to feel incredibly dirty! The whole scenario was electric and it was starting to feel real! I felt like a true whore genuinely waiting for a punter!
