My bed was prepared and a few other home comforts adde to my Garden Shed home. 'Coz that's how I was seeing it now, for however long it took. Back ins...de the house my Wife was waiting for my return and ordered me to stand in front of her with my feet apart and my hands behind my back."Stand there and if you show any signs of an erection, until I give you permission, I will kick you in the Balls"I only just started to realise that my Wife had changed outfits and was now wearing the very same. There was a name for guys who lived off wealthy widows and divorcees. A gigolo was someone who -- imagine that -- actually made money screwing women. It sounded like a damn fine idea to me, but then I was just a 15-year-old kid. A kid who was not only a virgin, but still a bit vague about the actual mechanics of what it was a man was supposed to do with a naked woman. A kid who found endlessly fascinating the notion of being paid for something that was so darkly enticing... and scary.Damn, but. Let me describe what I see: I see a woman surrounded bya halo of shifting yellow, orange and blue light from the fire. Isee a shiny stream of black hair on falling on her shoulders and outlining a face of beauty. High cheekbones, rosy cheeks,sparkling healthy eyes, clear, open and wide, looking at you, Peter. I see a pert nose, and full lips that are moist. From her thin neck,her small shoulders widen. She holds them back in a posture of self-assurance. This is a woman not to be taken. Besides, at the time, I was only thinking about her panties and bras. Now that I think about it, perhaps, I never looked at her with any sexual interest.Mishal: Would you like to fuck her? I can fulfil that fantasy for you (Winked).Me: I would love that. But what are you going to do?Mishal: Leave that to me, baby. Now, do as I say.Mishal told me about her idea with an enthusiastic body language. I was already delighted to have a sex chat session with her, even when more was yet to come.This is.