My husband died when we were both 60. It was unexpected and he had neither made a will nor provision for me in case of his death. I had the house but very little money and had not held a job for 30 years. My daughters lived elsewhere and in any case, I wanted to keep my independence. I certainly didn't want to marry again. It wasn't at all obvious how I would live. My friend Frances, who had married a wealthy man purely for his money, proposed the solution. Sex, or to be more candid, prostitution. You're a good looking woman and you have a good figure, she said adding. lots of men like older women. I'm what you would call a bourgoise lady. I was never unfaithful to my husband in 35 years of marriage because it had never occurred to me. But I was less shocked by Frances's suggestion than you might think. Which is how soon afterwards I came to be sitting fully nude having my potential assessed in the discreet and comfortable office of Janine, who runs an escort agency. And how a week later I was at dinner with a man in his 40s called James to whose hotel room I would go after our meal. James's requirement was simple. He wanted a friendly dinner and then to have his cock sucked. For this, I was paid $200. It all seemed perfectly natural. He undressed and showered and lay on the bed. We drank some champagne while I fondled him ; then I took him in my mouth and unhurriedly made him cum which I swallowed. It wasn't unpleasurable for me although it wasn't something I had done for my husband. I felt no guilt or shame whatsoever. I did not remove a stitch of clothing and was home alone in my own bed by midnight. Janine called me the next day to say that my client was more than satisfied and hoped to meet me again the next time he was in town. In the meantime, she had other propositions. I was under no illusions that the men would always be so easily dealt with as James but it was always agreed in advance what I would and would not do. Many clients, I would discover, were quie satisfied with masturbation or fellatio. The first man to ask for full sexual intercourse was a German businessman who paid me $750 to stay the night with him and accept penetration after dinner and again in the morning. This felt more like prostituting myself than sucking James off but again I had no qualms. Stefan was amusing and an attentive lover and I enjoyed being fucked by him despite having made a promise to myself to keep my distance. Usually, when I am naked with these strangers, I have a feeling of being outside myself, of being an observer watching my body being caressed, penetrated and inspected. Last week, a man of about my own age asked me to undress and then proceeded to make a minute examination of my body, making me spread my cunt – not a word I would have used before -, smelling my anus and weighing my breasts in his hands while he stared like some rapt boy. I let him do all this without demur and without embarrassment. We did not have sex as such and he did not even masturbate. After I had dressed again, he confessed that he had wanted to do it because he had never dared to ask his wife to let him explore her body in this way although it was his greatest desire. He was childishly grateful. I have been a prostitute now for three years and I am completely at ease with myself and the description. Janine employs women ten years and more older than me as prostitutes so I can go on for a long time if I wish. No one seeing me walk down the street would guess what I do and my daughters of course know nothing. I look like any other middle aged, middle class lady in my discreet frocks and suits and medium heels, my hair in a modest chignon and a discreet minimum of make up. The deception makes me smile and also wonder about the secret lives of similar women who cross my path daily. Janine wants me to start prostituting myself with women, assuring me that demand is slowly growing from lesbo-curious wives who read about such adventures and are tempted by the female body. I haven't done so yet but I suspect I will at some point. If I do, I will tell you about that too.