Darla ran over and hugged me tight, not caringthat her mother and friends were looking on. "OK now girls, settle down," her mother commanded. "Sweethe...rt, this isfrom your father and me," she said proudly handing Darla her last gift ofthe evening. Darla accepted the small package gratefully and slowly beganto unwrap it. It contained two pairs of diamond studs, one large pair anda smaller set as well. "Oh Mom! Do you mean it?" "Well, I figure if Joan has her ears pierced in several places then. It was shocking what my wife was telling me…she wants to be a prostitute, sex with strangers for money! I knew I should have been outraged at her, but it sounded hot as hell to me. How the hell can you be rational when your hot wife says she wants to sell herself? I guess the first actually lucid thought that entered my mind was Michelle’s safety. “No, I don’t want you to do that, it’s not safe. There are too many crazy people out there.”“Honey, I thought about that too. That’s why I’d insist. What I knew, was that the smell of his body was so musky, masculine and invigorating. His arms looked so strong and manly. The feel of his body so close, got mines shivering. My pussy wouldn’t calm down, and I couldn’t stop trembling. -Woah. You look so cold. Hold on, I’ll get a blanket. I didn’t want to let go of him. But reluctantly I did, still not able to calm down. Soon he was back with the blanket. He didn’t look cold one bit, but I guess out of solidarity got under it with me. And I have. I went and got a cup of leftover coffee and heated it in the microwave, sipped some of it and just poured it out, too bitter. I sat there, all kinds of thoughts in my mind, until she came in the door. "There's some more bags on the landing, can you get them? I need to go pee," and she ran into the bathroom. As I came back in the front door, she was just flushing the john, she'd never bothered to close the bathroom door, I guess we've reached a new level of relaxed intimacy. We put the groceries.