At first we sat on the bed and talked and then we started making out. While we were kissing I moved my hand up on her bikini top and when she didn’... stop me I thought I had just hit a home run. We did some heavy making out and eventually she put her hand on my crotch and rubbed around on my boner. It felt awesome good when she did that so I moaned a little and squeezed her tit and pushed my tongue in her mouth. She responded by using her tongue more and squeezing my dick through my swim. Inspired and a little afraid of his reprimanding, I pulled at the strings of my lacy black thong, teasing him before I would pull it off of my body.“Do it baby,” he coaxed, “I mean they’re so wet….you may catch your death of cold.”He said referring to my panties. “Turn around baby and let me see that full round ass.” He said. I did whatever he wanted and obeyed turning so he could stare at my cheeks lewdly exposed. Than pulling my thong down my legs, slowly bending over giving him the best view. I told her OK as I walked to open the door. To my surprise it wasnt the maid but it was my wife! She was wearing a long coat and as soon as I opened the door she came in. I started to talk and thank her for coming to see me but she just asked did you order a date or not? Oh I get it I thought. She is playing the roll of the hooker. We had talked about roll playing this fantasy but never did it. I asked her how much and what am I getting. She opened her coat and showed me what I would be. But I wanted even more to be obedient to You, Sir. And maybe, just maybe, to be rewarded with the sound of Your voice.There was a second door, a restaurant-style swinging door with a small window, which, I discovered, led into a small but well-appointed dining room which could seat eight people at the dark mahogany table, although a full seating would leave very little room for maneuvering. This surprised me, Sir, as You didn’t seem to be the sort of person who would do a lot of entertaining..