[John Skolte]

While we were attending a social gathering in another town one night, many years ago, a man who had come from another state made friends with my wife about half-way through the night. As the night was ending, she came to me, all excited, and told me he had offered her a hundred dollars to go with him to a room for sex about an hour earlier. Being over-sexed myself, at the time, I thought that sounded great and asked her why she hadn't taken him up on the offer. It was a given that the group reserved a few rooms at these events for that purpose and I didn't care if the offer was legitimate or just a way to get my hot, young, naïve wife to let him fuck her and not pay her, which does seem to have been the case. She was hesitant to accept his offer because she was worried about my reaction if she did it. I told her I thought it was a great idea, something she hadn't tried yet, and to GO FOR IT. However, the event was ending and her new "friend" had left.

We discussed this idea on the way home and the rest of the night. After talking it over some more the next morning, we decided she would try to connect with this guy through mutual local friends who had invited him to come to the event. When I drove her over to these friends house to, hopefully, find him, she found out that he had gone, and also (remember-naïve) that he didn't have the hundred dollars to pay her with. Of course, I wouldn't have minded that a bit. What mattered was that she would have let him, a complete stranger she had just met, fuck her in anticipation of being paid for it. Who cared, says I, if she got stiffed. It's the idea that counts. In fact, if she HAD eagerly, happily let him fuck her and ,then, been disappointed, maybe unhappy, at being stiffed, it would have been an even bigger turn-on for me.