It Feels Like Everyone's Lying

For my husband's fiftieth we went to an all inclusive in the Caribbean. That first night in the hot tub a voluptuous early thirties woman showed up with a next to nothing bikini. Being the only two women we talked and I found out she was a sex worker from Belgium on holiday. The talk drifted to my husband and she offered to treat him to a night to remember, pro bono.

I agreed but I wanted to pay her, but she told me she relaxed that way, no stress, no specials, just time doing what she did best. She promised my husband would always remember. Because she was a professional, it wasn't cheating.

My husband was seduced by her, to him it was cheating, an innocent woman attracted to him. It was an all night thing, when he appeared the next day I pretended I hadn't noticed he had been out all night. It was a little difficult lying, pretending.

When I met her later that evening, she told me they stayed up late talking about me.