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I walk into the diner and go to the counter. Chastity is there and nods her head toward a booth in the corner. I follow her lead and go to the booth to wait for her there. It takes a couple of minutes, but she soon comes to me with a plate of food and a drink.
“What’s this?” I say as I look over at her after she slides the plate in front of me and has a seat on the other side.
“The owner is here today, and she said that you should have something to eat,” my wife replies. “She knows what we’re going through, and she just wants to help a little.” Chastity smiles softly as she pushes the plate toward me. “I already get free meals here, so I ate about a half-hour ago.”
“And Misty isn’t complaining?” I ask concerning the manager. My wife shakes her head. “Nice. Thank you very much for this. And thank her for me as well.” She nods her head as I take a bite of the turkey sandwich in front of me.
For a few minutes, we are fairly quiet, engaging in only small talk about our day. However, there’s a huge pink elephant in the room that we’re not talking about and I feel I need to bring up what we spoke about the other day. Namely, that Chastity might go back into her previous work on the side. A decision that we have yet to discuss in much detail.
“So, I know we said that you would start back on that, uh, job you had before you met me,” I say to her tactfully as I look around the diner. “You know, I was thinking about what you have suggested, and you don’t have to do that. It’s probably the last thing on Earth you want to do, anyway.”
My wife sighs. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that a lot since we had that conversation, Lane. You’re right, I don’t really look forward to it, but I am talking to some old friends about it.”
“Old friends?”
“Ladies who were in the same work,” Chastity explains. “And then I might speak to a couple of old clients. I had some regulars that might be interested in seeing me again after all these years, but some of their phone numbers have changed.”
“You still have their phone numbers?” I say incredulously.
Her face turns pink. “When I quit that profession, I put what I had concerning phone numbers and other information into a safe deposit box in the bank. It’s been there all these years. I went there yesterday afternoon and picked up the contents of that box and I’ve been texting and calling people.” She swallows hard before adding, “I had to remind some of them who I am with my work name.”
“And what was your work name?” I ask as my cock swells just a little.
“Danika,” she replies. “Danika Reece. It was exotic-sounding so that’s what I used back then.” I can see that my wife isn’t all that comfortable telling me this, but she knows I need to have a better idea of how things worked back then so that I know what to expect going forward.
“It’s a nice name,” I tell her with a smile. “Very alluring.”
“Yeah, that was the idea,” she says with a slight smirk. “It worked pretty well for me, I guess. So it appears that Danika is back and will be seeing clients. At least, that’s the word I’ve put out to my old clients. I’m also working on getting a website put up online. A lot of what happens with clients happens there. It was that way then, and it’s still that way today. It’s also easier to vet potential clients.” Chastity turns her eyes away from me as she continues to explain her former profession. Though she understands that I’m okay with her doing this again, my wife likely worries that I could change my mind at any given time and that I could become very jealous of what she is trying to do. I have to admit, I’m not completely certain how I will feel about all this once she gets started doing it again.
“So, you’re still going to do the escort thing?”
“Yeah, I am,” she answers. “I think it’s the best way to make up the cash shortfall we have, Lane. Plus, the money is all cash under the table and I won’t have to report it for income taxes.”
“Right. It would be stupid to do that,” I chuckle.
“Oh, it can be done,” Chastity says with a wicked grin. “I had friends in the profession who always filed taxes on their income. They put it under exotic dancing as their profession. That way, if they ever got arrested after getting caught with a wealthy client, the IRS wouldn’t be on them as well.”
I raise an eyebrow and chuckle. “They really filed taxes on their prostitution earnings?” She nods her head. “Holy shit. No, I don’t think you should.”
“Right. And I never have. I try to be really careful, so I don’t think I have to worry about getting caught by the IRS for tax evasion. It’s a possibility, I guess, but I think I’ll be just fine.” Chastity sits back in her seat and asks, “How’s the job hunt going for you?”
My smile suddenly turns into a frown. “I got a job offer at a Dairy Queen, but it’s only for fifteen hours per week. So, I turned it down.”
I can’t believe that I actually considered that job at all. It pays twelve dollars per hour, which is a full ten dollars per hour less than my average at the plant as a sales associate. Occasionally, I would even convince another company to make a large purchase of cast aluminum parts, and I would get a decent commission on that money, too. Having to consider flipping burgers at my age after having a much better job bothers me immensely. Chastity knows that, which is why she doesn’t scold me for turning down the lowball job offer.
“Something will turn up,” she tells me. “Just wait for it, sweetie. Keep looking and keep talking to people. Things will turn around for you, eventually. I know they will.” My wife reaches over and takes one of my hands in hers. I put my half-eaten sandwich down and then reach toward her with my other hand. We sit and look into each other’s eyes for a moment.
“You know how I hate you are being forced to turn tricks, right? I really am sorry about that.”
Chastity looks around to see if anyone has heard me. “You need to be careful what you say in public, Lane. I’m not sure the owner would approve of my side hustle. There’s no reason for her to know about what I’ll be doing on my evenings off.”
“I’m sorry,” I reply. “You’re right.” I take a slow, deep breath before telling my sweet wife, “I love you so much. You have been so strong during all of this and I appreciate you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
I hate to ask, but I want to be certain we agree about some things regarding Chastity walking back into her part as Danika Reece. “And I’ll be there to protect you, right? I want to do my fair share, baby.”
She nods her head. “Sure. I know you worry about me, but I was perfectly fine when I was in that profession before. If you feel you need to keep an eye out for me, I’m okay with that.” My wife smiles widely at me.
“In the same room,” I venture out to say as I feel my cock throb inside my pants. Though I don’t want to admit it to her, I am actually very aroused at the idea of my wife letting another man have sex with her. I’ve also come to realize that I want to be in the same room while it’s happening so that I can watch what is going on. After all, how else can I be absolutely certain that she’s not being abused during her time with a client?
Chastity’s eyes widen as she shakes her head. “I don’t think we can do that, Lane. These clients will not want another guy in the room while they're doing what they are going to do with me. Especially if the guy who is there is my husband.”
“I get that,” I reply. “But I don’t want you alone with them. Surely they will be okay with letting me watch.”
“No, Lane.” She looks hard at me as she appears to be trying to figure out my true motivation for this request. “That’s not a normal thing to ask.”
“But it happens?” I query.
Chastity shrugs her shoulders. “I guess it does, in some weird cases, but it’s not normal.”
“Then make it a part of your advertising. Tell them that there will be a guy present for everything that you do with a client. I’ll be totally hands off, but I want to be there to keep an eye on things.”
My wife is not convinced. I can see in her eyes that she feels I might be allowing some other feelings to come into play here. Chastity likely also understands that I’m horny at the thought of her with other men. She knows I want to watch her have sex with other guys. I can see it on her face.
“A fetish,” she says after some thought.
“No, it’s not a fetish...”
“For the other guys. The clients,” she explains. “I suppose I could put that into what I offer. There are lots of men who have fetishes about being watched, but I’m not sure if there will be enough of them to make much money. Lane, this could really restrict the business that I could have if you’re there in the room. Are you sure you want to do this? Wouldn’t it bother you to see me with another man?” Her blue eyes focus sharply on me as she awaits a response.
I nod my head. “Sure, it might bother me a little sometimes, but I don’t want you in this alone, babe. I want to know that you are safe at all times. If I’m in the room with you and your clients, I will know what’s going on and I will step up if you need help to tell one of them to back off. There are probably some men who don’t understand the limits very well.”
Chastity nods her head and giggles. “There are quite a few, actually.” She continues to study my face. I know without a doubt that she knows that I’m turned on by the idea of her fucking a client as I watch. Maybe she finds the idea sexually appealing as well?
“Okay,” she finally relents. “I’ll see what I can do. Still, be ready if I can’t get much business because of this one request. It could be difficult to get new clients under these conditions.”
“I understand, Chas. And if we need to change this up a little to make things easier, I’m okay with that. I just ask to be in there when it happens. Whether the other guy knows it.”
“Okay, Lane. We’ll see what I can do.” My wife looks over at the counter in the diner. “We have customers. I need to go see to them. Just keep in mind that I will do whatever I can to make it happen the way you want it to happen, but there are no guarantees. You understand that, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I wink at my wife, which causes her to blush a little. She gets up and then comes to my side of the table, where she bends down and kisses me. Chastity then turns and walks toward the front counter to serve her customers. I quickly finish the turkey sandwich and drink she brought me earlier and then get up to leave the diner. There are still a few other places I need to visit concerning job prospects. Hopefully, one of them will pay better than twelve dollars per hour and offer something close to full-time. If not, we may become completely dependent on what Chastity is about to do in the evenings.
