by: Jack Duncan©
Jeannie, my beautiful wife, has a remarkable talent for always finding the perfect gift for any
occasion. For instance; I have never owned a shirt with French cuffs yet I've always harbored a
secret obsession to possess a set of sapphire cuff-links. I never told anyone about this ridiculous
fetish yet, on my forty fifth birthday, there on my breakfast plate, blazed a perfect pair of star
sapphires; a present from my loving adorable better half.
Last Thursday was our twenty fifth anniversary and still, this evening, as it has been every evening
this week, I feel a glow of pleasure and a rekindling of the old urge in my loins as I recall the
memory of the kiss with which Jeannie sent me off to work that day.
I had suggested for the occasion that we reserve the suite at the King Edward where we had spent our wedding night but Jeannie had demurred. "Darling, that's so unimaginative. Everybody does that. Just leave it to me; I have an idea I've been working on which I'm sure you'll love."
She wouldn't elaborate on whatever it was until at breakfast on the day I found a small pink envelope on my plate with an embossed card in it.
'A gift certificate for a lover' It proclaimed in flowery script. 'An exciting candlelight dinner awaits Mr. Jack Duncan at 8 p.m. in suite 207 of the Florence Hotel.'
It continued in smaller print, 'Served to you personally by a sensuous and caring model from the NewKey Escort Service, dedicated to the granting of your every wish.'
I had to smile. "So now you're a model?"
"No honey; credit me with a little more originality than that. The certificate is for real. You've been a good boy for twenty five years although I know there have been times when you're eyes and thoughts have wandered. It's time you had a night with a different body if only to prove that you've been getting the best all along."
"My, aren't we a little conceited?" I laughed.
"No - just sure of myself and of you. Now you run along and enjoy - I'm sure you will, I personally picked out the girl for you."
She handed me my hat and briefcase. "And don't back out; the certificate is non-refundable. I
don't want to see you back here before tomorrow night."
My mind was not on my work throughout the day.
Was there a catch? Jeannie is far too considerate to embarrass me by having me walk into a
surprise party or some such sophomoric stunt. The date must be for real. The audacity of the
present stirred an excitement in my bowels. How does one talk to a call girl? 'What's a nice girl
--?' Nah - I'm old enough to know better. What kind of woman would Jeannie choose for me? -
Not an eighteen year old sex kitten I hope - I'm sure. Jeannie probably know what's good for me
better than I do .
Jeannie does know better. My first thought as the door to room 207 of the Florence Hotel was opened to my knock was that Jeannie is hopelessly conceited to pick a woman so similar to herself. The cheerful lady who welcomed me with a kiss to the cheek and relieved me of my jacket was forty-ish with a full bosom, trim though not exactly slender waist and well rounded hips. She wore a loose fitting house coat and as she turned, it parted briefly to reveal a flash of firm calves and trim ankles - high heel shoes with no stockings. I quickly realized that Jeannie had my taste calibrated. This was indeed a woman I could spend a pleasant evening with.
She poured two martinis from a freshly mixed pitcher and handed me one. "My name is Ellen and you're Jack." We touched glasses and took a sip.
She stepped close and brushed her lips against mine, turning away before I could respond. "Dinners will be served in fifteen minutes. I would have eaten them both if you'd been late."
She seated herself on the sofa and patted the seat beside her. "Come, sit down and tell me how went your day."
I suddenly felt very much at ease with this delightful creature. It seemed no time at all before room service arrived with their carts and laid out the meal. Obviously Jeannie had selected the menu; all my favorite items down to the plain vanilla ice cream desert followed by a thimble of Drambuie.
After the meal, we returned to the sofa and before long her head was on my shoulder and my hand was investigating the folds of the house coat. She slipped the belt and allowed the coat to fall open as she turned her face up to my kiss.
"We'd be much more comfortable in the bedroom." She whispered.
She took my hand and led me to the adjoining room where the sheets were already turned down on the king size bed. She allowed the house coat to fall to the floor and kicked off the shoes before stepping in close to unbutton my shirt. A soft scent of Jasmine floated off her voluptuous body.
Her lovemaking was unhurried and confidant - none of the moaning and exclaiming that the daytime soaps promote as indicators of sexual arousal. She calmly accepted me as if into her life and confidence. Her every subtle response informed me that she enjoyed my occupation of her body. She didn't climax but I swear she savored every moment and purred with contentment when finally she felt me coming to her. She actually thanked me.
I couldn't resist bestowing a gentle kiss to each of her rosy nipples before falling back in relaxed satisfaction. "You are delightfully different from anything I anticipated." I breathed and kissed the side of her throat.
She smiled. "And I can tell you're dying to ask me how I became what I am but are too polite to ask."
"Well, yes." I admitted.
She turned on her side and propped herself up on one elbow. "Well, the beginning of my downfall occurred several months ago in my husbands jewelry store. I was filling in for one of the clerks when a customer came in looking for a birthday present for her husband. I showed her what I'd had made for my Albert - -"
"Star sapphire cuff-links?" I interrupted.
"Precisely." She continued smoothly. "She said they were exactly what her husband would want and ordered a pair. We began comparing the tastes of our men and were surprised to discover that our wedding anniversaries fall on the same date. To cut a story short, a friendship developed, we've lunched together at least once a week since and, as the date of our anniversaries drew near, began planning a special celebration."
I interrupted again. "And so was formed the NewKey Escort Service?"
Ellen laughed most prettily. "A very limited partnership with an extremely exclusive service. At the moment my partner is engaged in entertaining our only other client and I hope she is finding her efforts to be as rewarding as mine have been to me.- After all, it's been twenty five years for her too."
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