Helping Meara

At the time, I was the assistant manager of a hardware store. The owner had three franchises. Two were close but the third was about ninety miles away. Occasionally, I would be asked to travel to the third store to backfill for the manager there. It was just far enough that I would have to stay overnight in a hotel. My husband was not crazy about me being gone for as much as a week at a time, but I enjoyed my alone time. His mom and my sister would help watch the kids while I was gone.

The third store was a small town and there was only one tiny independent hotel. It was a little seedy and I knew that there were some questionable things that happened there, but the manager would always give me one of the better rooms. Next to the hotel was a diner where I would often eat. I got be friends with one of the waitresses. Meara was a single mom of three kids. I would often spend my free time at her house and even watched her kids a couple times so that she could work.

One night while we were drinking at her house, Meara confided that, besides waitressing, she was also a part-time prostitute in this small town. I was very curious and asked a lot of questions. It wasn’t like she stood out on the street corner or advertised her services. Meara only had three men that would pay her for sex. She admitted that it wasn’t just for the extra money, although that helped. She said that it allowed her to have sex without the encumbrance of any emotional attachment. A normal relationship required too much effort she explained. Over the course of the next visit, Meara introduced me to all three of the men, although they didn’t initially know that I was aware of their arrangement with her.

My visits to the other store were infrequent and often it would be a couple months between trips. It was January 2018 and I made a trip to the third store. It was one of my longer trips as the owner fired the manager after some inventory issues. I found out that Meara had surgery in early December and had not been able to work much since. And not just at the restaurant. Her doctor had told her that she couldn’t have sex. She was hurting for money and her clients were not happy either. She thought that I was crazy, but I offered to take her place but let her keep the money. I explained that it would be easy, I already had the hotel room, and I was free in the evenings. Reluctantly she agreed. She needed the money.

I had never cheated on my husband before then. Yet what surprised me the most was how good it felt to have sex with other men. I just did what came naturally. Of course, I was a little nervous at first as I am not the sexiest woman. But the guys seemed really happy to have a new girl, and I was enjoying my new evening activities with them. Meara was right, having sex without any emotional attachments was really fun. It allowed me to experience some things that I would have never allowed myself to do with my husband. I read somewhere that prostitutes were not supposed to have orgasms with their customers, but I almost always did.

My adventure lasted just over two and a half years before covid forced the owner to sell the store. I never took a dime personally for anything I did. It all went to Meara. I just liked getting fucked. My husband never had a clue and I haven't told anyone in my normal life. I still converse with Meara on Facebook. She ended up getting married and moving away. One of my guys messaged me the other day, he wants to come and visit me. Its tempting.

By Anonymous

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