------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under the legal age where you live, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. This story may be posted to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites so long as no changes are made AND the author information is retained. By: Kelly Originally posted at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly_Diary/www/ ------------------------------------------------------------ LILIANA WAS MY WIFE AND A PROSTITUTE Submitted By: Rob Engineer Sent: Tuesday, January 22, 2008 11:26:09 PM ******************************************************************************** Hi Kelly: I've enjoyed your diary over the past year or so since I first discovered it. Though I'm not really much into incest, many of your entries are really hot. What I found particularly interesting is certain parallels between your experience and that of my wife, "Liliana". She also lost her virginity at the age of 14 to her first boyfriend and went on to be very sexually active until we met some 10 years later; while at the same time, preferring to avoid committed monogamous relationships. Though she didn't quite manage your numbers of partners, she rarely went without sex. Finally, she also ended up working for brief periods as an escort (and as an outright prostitute). There are of course some obvious differences: · She never really engaged in incest. · She is not bi-sexual. · She is not American and has never lived in the US . But her general approach to sex during those years sounds a lot like yours and her Mother even played a similar role in supporting her sexual exploration (though again, without the incest).. Some of your diary entries made her laugh at the similarities to past experiences of her own. (I tend to read erotic fiction off the net during my frequent business trips and then show her the stories I think she might like once I get back home, though I do have to help her through these as her English is still very limited). Despite all these general similarities, the reason that I'm finally writing you has to do more specifically with your experiences as an escort and your recent essay on Escorting. After reading your essay, I had to run it by Liliana, along with some of your 2005 diary entries she hadn't seen. She had some interesting comments which I thought I would pass on to you. But first I guess I should tell you something about us. I'm an American businessman just entering my 40's and have been based out of one of the relatively better off countries in Latin America for most of the past decade or so. My wife is several years younger than me and we met here where we currently live, though she is originally from another much poorer country in the region. My wife first came here just a few months before we met, when she was recruited to take a nursing position, something that interested her since salaries here run about 3 times higher than in her own country. But because of a bureaucratic screw-up with her nursing credentials, she wasn't able to start working right away. She quickly found herself broke and got into prostitution through a friend from back home as a desperate temporary measure. After a rough start, she ended up mostly working out of the bar of a 4-Star hotel, where her clients were both local and foreign businessmen, as well as resident expats and tourists. She also worked briefly for one of the more reputable escort agencies. Liliana only actually did this for about 3 months until a job as a Doctor's receptionist/assistant came through, though she did keep 2 or 3 regular clients as a way to supplement her salary. That's where she was working when I first met her and we started dating. Getting back to your essay, Liliana thinks that in her experience, the differences between a "whore", "prostitute" and an "escort" are a bit less clear-cut than the way you define those terms. Though this may be because of the type of escort agency she worked for and the type of prostitution she engaged in. While, like in your case, her escort agency only charged for the date and not the sex, there was definitely an expectation that the girls would provide sexual services at the end of the evening if requested (which turned out be most of the time). Perhaps it was more like your Cousin Kristi's agency, though Liliana really did escort guys to dinners and other events. She discovered that the alternative of working out of the hotel allowed a lot more freedom to pick and choose amongst prospective clients. At least she got a chance to size up the guy over drinks in the bar before committing to spending time with him. Furthermore, the work itself wasn't all that different in that many of the clients met in the hotel bar also wanted to first take her out to dinner or dancing before getting to the sex. In sum, she found working as a "prostitute" was often pretty much the same job, but gave her a lot more autonomy than working as an "escort". Of course, Liliana was lucky enough that she could afford to be very selective because she was (and is) so attractive. Plus she had a great hook in that she could easily pass for 18 if she wanted to, even though she was already nearing her mid-20's. Her 'story" was that she was a first year University student in who picked up guys at the bar just to finance her studies. This attracted men like flies, as well as leading to some pretty hefty tips and providing a ready made excuse to cut short dates that weren't going well. The fact that prostitution is legal here also makes a big difference, as Liliana didn't have to worry about being arrested while picking up clients at the bar. You don't talk much about drugs and booze (perhaps you can't for legal reasons). Cocaine use was rampant among most of the girls both at the escort agency and in the bar scene and Liliana began to notice the visible effects of excessive drug use on girls who got in too deep. She remains very anti-drugs and sees them as the biggest danger for women in the business, particularly given the relatively benign working environment here which helps reduce other risks associated with prostitution in the US (pimps, police, lack of health care, etc.). Liliana certainly didn't enjoy the sexual part of the experience as much as you seemed to when you first started. The problem for her is that she found sleeping with guys for money was very different than doing it for fun. During that initial 3 month period, she mostly just tried to get the sex over with, as in her words, "No quise sentir algo por ellos" (I didn't want to feel anything for them). This was one of the main reasons she still didn't hesitate to take the job with the Doctor even though the salary was the equivalent of less than $500 a month (compared to a minimum of $2000 a week from working the hotel bar). Though Liliana moved on to a regular nursing job once her credentials were finally recognized, a few months later she quit nursing entirely. This brings me to another comment. Lili has always said that one of the problems with being a prostitute, or escort for that matter, is that it makes it much harder to later adjust to a 9 to 5 job. It's not the sex itself, but rather being able to earn a lot more money working your own hours. Also, if you work at the level she has, you generally get treated very well on dates, taken to the best restaurants and clubs, and meet guys who are usually pretty successful, and at least at times, interesting. While slaving away in her job in a nursing home, there were some parts of that 3-month experience that suddenly didn't seem quite so bad in retrospect. I wonder if you found out the same thing now that you seemed to have quit your regular job. She even eventually dabbled again with occasionally selling herself during a period when I had several long work assignments overseas. We learned very early on that Lili would start going nuts if she had to go without sex entirely for more than a month or two. So up until she got pregnant with our daughter, we had an agreement that we were both free to pursue other options when apart. Unfortunately she is not much of a writer, but she would include enough in her e-mails to keep me on edge until I got home and could hear the full story about her adventures. In fact, after reading your stuff, Liliana says she might have returned to escorting in a major way if she had found an agency like yours where she didn't feel obligated to sleep with most of the guys.. One last thing that does ring true to her personally is where you write that you could never get romantically involved with a client.. Though she liked having regulars because she felt they were safer and she knew what to expect, she did have to cut a few off when they started getting too serious about her. At the same time, plenty of girls from the hotel bar did end up marrying foreign clients, so it does happen. She does wonder about your reasons for avoiding repeat clients. I know that your website is focused more on incest and you seem really down right now about the topics of escorting and prostitution, but I would like to hear any response you may have to these comments. Regards, Rob ******************************************************************************** From: Rob Engineer To: pghkelly@yahoo.com Sent: Monday, January 19, 2009 5:01:47 AM Subject: Hooking up with Liliana Hi Kelly: You may remember that I wrote you about a year ago concerning my wife Liliana’s experiences as an escort and prostitute. I then followed that up with the (rather long) story about Xiomara and the other women I got to know during the year before I met Liliana. You ended up posting these e-mails in the Stories section of your web site under the heading “Escort Wife” (though it’s a bit confusing because you inserted a title that seems to imply that Xiomara was my wife, when she was actually only a former girlfriend). I had left off with the promise of eventually following up with a description of how a respectable young American businessman (me) ended up marrying a former prostitute (Liliana). But things got busy at work and I kept putting it off. Then last summer I got a brief e-mail from one of your readers asking if I was ever going to continue the story. I started drafting the following account, but by the time it was ready, you had taken down your website. Now I see its back up again, so here goes. Though this account is only about one-third of the length of "Xiomara", I’ve broken it down into six short parts to make it easier to e-mail. I’ll be sending them to you over the next few days as I have a chance to proof-read each one. I was sorry to read about all the upheaval you experienced last fall and I do wish you much better luck for 2009. My wife and I also went through some difficult times last year in our relationship, but things seem to be much better now. Admittedly, the reason for this improvement is not something that would work for most couples. But then, our relationship has never been a ‘normal’ one (if such a thing exists), as you will begin to see below. ******************************************************************************** HOOKING UP WITH LILIANA PART 1 OF 6 ======================= I first met my future wife in a Peruvian restaurant in early December, 1999. I was actually introduced to her by Xiomara, whom I was still dating at the time. It came about as part of another one of her attempts at matchmaking, though this time the intended beneficiary was Diego, an Argentinean co-worker of mine. He had come down from our home office a little over a year earlier, leaving behind his longtime girlfriend to finish grad school up in the US . Unfortunately, his girlfriend eventually grew tired of the long-distance relationship and had dumped him a couple of months earlier. Xiomara had always liked the somewhat straight-laced gentlemanly Diego, teasing him affectionately whenever they saw each other. So after a couple of months of watching him mope around in abject misery, she finally decided to try to break him out of his funk. Ignoring my misgivings, she insisted on setting up a double-date. Xiomara invited one of her grad school classmates; a serious conservative young woman whom she deemed suitable. When that woman then dropped out at the last minute after getting back together with an ex, Liliana was drafted in as a replacement. Xiomara and Liliana had met at their gym and had become friends of sorts, though they really didn’t know each other all that well. Xiomara certainly hadn’t realized that Lili had spent the previous 3 months working as a prostitute out of the bar at the Excelsior Hotel. In fact, Lili had only stopped prostituting herself full-time a couple of weeks earlier, after getting a job working afternoons as a receptionist in the office of a pediatrician. The doctor was originally from Lili’s home country and needed someone to step in temporarily while his regular receptionist took a year off to have a baby. It must be said in Xiomara’s defense that Lili certainly didn’t come across as a prostitute. My first impression when they walked into the restaurant was that this girl looked like a model. She was about 5’7 or 5’8 and very slender, but with very nice curves in just the right places and soft creamy light brown skin. She was an absolutely stunning young woman, with this exotic combination of ethnicities that you can sometimes get in the Caribbean Basin ; Spanish, African and Chinese all mixed together with spectacular results. While the dinner was not much of a success as Diego kept going on and on about his girlfriend, I did find Liliana to be quite charming, though a bit shy and unassuming. I was certainly surprised to find out that she was about to turn 24, as she really did seem much younger than that. Probably nothing more would have come of it had I not started running into Liliana after the Christmas holidays. We both tended to converge on the same plaza during my lunch hour as it was on her route between her gym and the doctor’s office. The first couple of times we ran into each other, we simply nodded and said “Hi” as we passed in opposite directions, but eventually we got into the habit of stopping to talk with each other for a few moments. Though it turned out that Liliana’s job began too early in my lunch hour for her to join me, we did start becoming friends of sorts. It helped when she started stopping at one particular park bench to eat her small sack lunch, instead of doing so at the doctor’s office before her shift started. By this time I had broken up with Xiomara and Diego had finally successfully managed to get transferred back to our home office so that he could win back his girlfriend (they are now married). Without Diego, Xiomara and the remaining Mosqueteras around, I suddenly found myself short on friends and I started really looking forward to those brief almost daily encounters with Liliana. Though Lili was clearly interested in pursuing our friendship, it actually took me about another month to ask her out on a date (of sorts). What had held me back until then was that despite her glorious exotic good looks and general “niceness”, I still had trouble seeing her as a potential romantic match. She came across as way too young for me; even more so than the eight year difference in our ages would imply. Furthermore, I had started dating someone whom I’d met through work. My first date with Lili came about after I teased her that with a new shorter haircut, she looked a lot like Halle Berry , albeit with the slightly slanted eyes that she had inherited from a Chinese ancestor. I ended up impulsively asking her if she wanted to go with me to see Berry ’s latest movie that weekend. Since Liliana had a previous commitment for Saturday night, we agreed to meet Sunday at a nearby shopping mall that had a cineplex. Nothing particularly romantic happened on that first date, but we did enjoy ourselves and continued getting together to go to the movies about once a week. It turned out she was as much of a movie buff as I was and it provided something we had in common over which we could bond. I was still thinking of her as a friend and sort of assumed she felt the same way. For one, she tended to show up dressed informally in her usual jeans and minimal make-up (not that she needed much), looking much more like a university student heading to class than a girl trying to impress a guy. Then there was the fact that she often had other commitments, which I took to mean she was probably seeing someone else, though she never confirmed this. I certainly didn’t hide that I was dating another woman, though that relationship died out soon afterwards. It was to be another full month before we moved on to the next step. HOOKING UP WITH LILIANA PART 2 OF 6 ======================= Liliana and I had gotten into the habit of stopping for a beer in an upscale bar near the multiplex before I put her in a cab. While sitting in that bar one Friday night about a month after we started with our movie dates, I was suddenly overcome with just how cute she looked as she talked excitedly about the one we had just seen. I couldn’t help but lean forward over our small table and give her a quick kiss on the lips. Lili stopped talking in mid sentence and just gaped at me in surprise. I immediately started apologizing until she shushed me up. After staring into my eyes with a questioning expression for what seemed like an eternity, she leaned forward and offered up her lips for another kiss. A half hour later we were in the living room of my apartment ripping off each other’s clothes. Liliana ended up spending that night and most of the next day with me, before regretfully excusing herself because she had other plans for the evening. It was only after she left that I had a chance to reflect on everything that had happened. Lili had proved to be an enthusiastic, uninhibited and very skilled sex partner, quite surprising to me given her almost virginal demeanor (if I had only known!). Furthermore, it had been a long time since I had felt so immediately comfortable with a woman and she showed all the signs of feeling the same way. But I was also worried about the implications for our friendship and had to consider that she was clearly still seeing someone else. We had another great night together the following Friday during which she only confirmed her ample skills in bed. I did discover that she really didn’t like having a guy come in her mouth, but even that little disappointment only served to make the whole thing real and not just some fantasy of the type I had played out the previous year with Beatriz. It was only the next day after she let me know that she once again had other plans for the evening, that I finally brought up the subject of our relationship,. I came away feeling quite puzzled as she seemed to favor some kind of ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement. I simply couldn’t figure her out. One of the things I most appreciated about Lili was that she really liked to cuddle. In a marked contrast to Xiomara and Beatriz, she seemed perfectly happy to snuggle up against me for hours at a time as we watched TV or read. How to explain that she could be so incredibly open, loving and affectionate, while at the same time seeming to go to great lengths to avoid any talk that smacked of even some future commitment? What I didn’t know at the time was that Liliana was feeling quite conflicted over getting romantically involved with me, given that she was still supplementing her paycheck by seeing a couple of regular clients she had originally met back when she was working out of the bar. On the one hand, Lili was worried about losing my friendship if I found out. But at the same time, she didn’t want to start out a relationship under false pretences. So she dithered without coming to a decision on how to handle the issue. It certainly never occurred to me that she might be doing a little whoring on the side, despite the fact that my experiences the previous year had left me well aware of the sex business in town and it should have been obvious that Liliana fit the profile (a beautiful single young woman from a poorer country). Instead, I put her attitude down to what I began to learn about her past. About a month after we started having sex, I finally convinced her to go with me on a short trip to a hot springs over a three-day weekend. I think it was on the second evening, while we were relaxing by ourselves in one of the smaller pools and after several drinks, that Liliana finally opened up a bit about her sexual history. I have to admit that despite her obvious skill in bed, I was still somewhat shocked by just how wild and promiscuous she had been. It started when she was 14 and in full rebellion against her domineering father, a man of some importance in her home town. She left home to move in with the 24 year old youngest son of the richest family in the area, knowing full well that her father wouldn’t dare call in the authorities (who were all in the pay of that family). She lived with the guy for about six months until she realized that she really didn’t love him and was getting board trying to act like a housewife while all her friends were out flirting with boys. So she moved back home and stuck it out even though her father didn’t speak to her for quite some time. She did try to play the role of the good daughter and avoid guys for a year or two, but in her words, started feeling like she was going nuts. After finally talking it over with her mother, who had become concerned about how depressed she was acting, Lili finally started sneaking out on dates behind her father’s back. Her mother ran a woman’s health and family planning outreach program and had a rather pragmatic view of such things. Her main concern was that Lili always insist on condoms – which she did. Liliana’s relationship with her father never improved and she finally decided she wasn’t even willing to accept his offer to send her to a university abroad. Determined to stop being dependent on him, as soon as she graduated from high school she ran off to the capital with an older divorced guy who offered to pay her way through a local university. She thought she was being quite clever in picking someone who had much more political influence that her father. But this quickly backfired. The guy reneged on his promise and tried to keep her cooped up in his house; becoming insanely jealous if she went out without his permission. Out of desperation, she escaped and rather impulsively enlisted in the military; one of the few places she could think of where the even that guy couldn’t touch her. The way she described it, basic training was a real nightmare; not surprising given that the very idea of the slender delicate Lili going through basic still makes me chuckle. But she did surprise everyone (including herself) by turning out to be a natural marksman (markswoman?), breaking most records for inductees. In fact, she continued to practice throughout her time in the military and eventually even won an award as the best female shooter in one of the handgun categories (and still to this day occasionally visits a shooting range here in town). Because Liliana had a high school diploma and solid academic record (unusual for military inductees in her country), she was eligible for further training and chose to go to nursing school, figuring that it seemed to offer the most potential for avoiding excessive physical exertion. Besides, she had a natural affinity for the profession after having helped her mother during her school vacations. By the time she left home for good, Lili was quite experienced at giving talks on safe sex, contraception and hygiene, knew how to give injections, and had even helped her mother deliver a few babies in remote corners of their municipality. She wasn’t at all squeamish and her mother had often praised her for being able to remain incredibly cool in a crisis (which might help explain her marksmanship, not that I know that much about the subject). After getting her degree (nursing is a two year program in her country), she served out the remainder of her enlistment assigned to a military hospital. It was there that she heard about career opportunities in this country and decided to go overseas rather than reenlist. Though Lili dated quite a bit during her years in the military (not being one to go long without sex), she made a point of avoiding any monogamous relationships. This included openly juggling three different steady guys over most of the last year, while occasionally sleeping with other men on the side. Probably the guy she had the longest relationship with was a buff young special-forces type she met at the base’s shooting range. Liliana admitted that the reason he lasted the longest (besides being great in bed) was that he also had no interest in being tied down and was not only constantly picking up other women (sometimes with her help), but didn’t seem to mind at all that she had other men. The way she described it to me that evening, he sounded almost more like a buddy than a boyfriend, but a buddy with whom she could have sex when nothing else was on offer. I have to admit that it was really hard for me to reconcile this rather wild rebellious past with her normally calm almost innocent ladylike demeanor. Furthermore, I had to wonder how she could get away with acting this way, particularly as a military officer, given prevailing social attitudes in her country (which is in Latin America after all). When I asked her about this, she broke out into knowing smile and explained that she had discovered relatively early as a teen that a girl could get away with acting as slutty as she wished, as long as she was discreet and maintained a public persona of being quite proper. Furthermore, one of the lessons she had learned while working with her mother and listening to woes of so many women in her home town was that the key was to always remain in control. To only have sex when and with whom she wished, while avoiding situations where guys could try to force her to put out (which among other things, meant avoiding getting drunk or high when on the prowl). I’m not sure how I would have reacted to all these revelations had I met Liliana just one year earlier. But after getting to know Xiomara and the other Mosqueteras, I had long lost any prejudice against women with a rather eventful sexual history. In fact, while it did occur to me that there were some very general similarities between Liliana’s and Xiomara’s experiences, there was an important difference - Lili hadn’t had her capacity to be loving and affectionate burned out of her. After listening to all this, I guess it was natural for me to assume that the reason why Liliana seemed so leery of commitment was her well established pattern of “friends with benefits” type arrangements. Thus, it came as a complete shock when I finally did find out the truth. HOOKING UP WITH LILIANA PART 3 OF 6 ======================= While Liliana had opened up quite a bit about her experiences back home, she continued to avoid talking about her more recent sex life since had arrived in the country. Thus, I only finally did find out about her “extracurricular” activities rather accidently; a few weeks after our trip to the hot springs . One evening in what must have been about late June 2000, I happened to be walking by one of the small downtown theatres just as a play was letting out. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a girl who reminded me a lot of Liliana. She was exiting on the arm of short, pudgy, balding middle-aged Latin guy decked out in a rather ridiculously formal navy blue sports coat (totally at odds with the normal hip artsy informality of the theatre district of this city). It took me a moment to confirm that it really was Lili because she was wearing a long dress, strappy heels and a lot more makeup than I had ever seen on her before. I was across the street standing behind some parked cars, so I was able to watch unnoticed as she walked off with her date. I simply couldn’t figure out what she was doing with this stuffy older man who not only looked to be at least twice her age, but was also clearly wearing a wedding ring. The only answer that occurred to me was that money must be involved. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I naturally assumed that once again I had fallen for a woman who was another guy’s mistress. This seemed bad enough, given what I had just gone through with Xiomara. I still couldn’t imagine just how much worse the situation actually was. After debating over whether to say anything to Liliana the next time I saw her, I decided to be up front about it and mentioned having seen her with her date, teasing her along the lines of, “I thought you had better taste in men.” She seemed really embarrassed, which at first I interpreted as being over the guy I had seen her with. But after stalling for moment, she squared her shoulders and answered almost defiantly, “You can’t really think that I would date someone like that because I find him attractive?” To Lili’s credit, when I followed up by asking if she was the guy’s “querida” (mistress), she didn’t take the easy way out. Instead she went on to give me a full honest account of her involvement in prostitution. I’m afraid I didn’t take it very well, to say the least. I felt incredibly disappointed and pissed off. While I didn’t rant or cuss her out, I did turn my back on her (literally) as she tried to explain, until finally Liliana gave up and ran out of my apartment in tears. It was only once I had a chance to calm down over the next few days that I realized just how much I had come to really like this girl. But I just couldn’t see getting serious about a prostitute and started avoiding the plaza during my lunch hours. As time passed, I began dating a very bright, decent looking woman who was the head of Informatics at one of the Government Ministries. Though she was closer to my age and more appropriate in other ways, every time things got hot with her, I just couldn’t keep those erotic evenings with Lili out of my head.. Over the next 2 or 3 months, I even started questioning what I now saw as my overreaction to Lili’s revelations. She really had sounded genuine about her desire to find a way to stop prostituting herself. Certainly a hard-core prostitute would hardly have taken on that measly receptionist job that couldn’t pay much more than the equivalent of $400 a month; an amount a girl as good looking as Lili could make in one good night at the Excelsior. Fortunately, it was right about the time that I was feeling the most regretful about losing Liliana that I happened to run into her again. I was leaving my dentist’s office early one evening and as I walked out of the elevator, I saw her coming out of the ground floor offices of one of the courier services with an envelope under her arm. She looked really happy and I rushed to catch up while calling from behind while asking, “Good News?” After getting over her surprise at seeing me, Liliana explained happily that she had finally received the last document she needed from back home to get her nursing credentials sorted out. She looked so damn irresistibly cute as she stood their beaming up at me, that I had to struggle to stifle the urge to pick her up and start kissing her right there and then. Any lingering doubts I had about hooking up with a prostitute seemed to shrink into insignificance. After all, this wasn’t just any prostitute. This was my Lili. What I did do was immediately comment, “Well then. I think we should celebrate your good news. Let me take you out to dinner.” Surprisingly, Lili didn’t hesitate to accept my invitation. We didn’t really talk about anything serious that evening, but it was amazing how easily we fell back into our old comfortable friendly chatter. Her obvious exuberance over the possibility of getting her career back on track helped overcome any of the awkwardness that might have normally been expected. As the meal progressed, I did start feeling some concern that underneath her excitement, she looked a bit worn down and even thinner than she had been before (and Lili is not a woman who can afford to lose too much weight – unless you’re into anorexic fashion model types, which I’m not). I was even more taken aback when at one point she opened her purse to get something and I caught sight of a pack of cigarettes. Liliana had not only never smoked, but had often voiced very negative opinions about the habit; the most common of which had been, “Que asco” (best translated as, ‘Yuck!’). The fact that Lili didn’t smoke had turned out to be yet another of her attributes that I had come to appreciate in comparison to Xiomara and Beatriz (though to be fair, both of those women had made an honest effort to limit their smoking and surprisingly, most of the time it really hadn’t been nearly as bad as I’d always thought dating a smoker would be). In any case, I didn’t feel confident enough yet in our renewed friendship to say anything about either Liliana’s weight or the cigarettes. So instead I limited myself to asking her out on a date for that Friday night, which she gladly accepted with another big smile. The plan had been for me to pick Liliana up at work, take her to dinner and then see a movie (what else). But it didn’t quite go that way.. When I pulled up in front of her place and she climbed into the my car, I could immediately tell that she had taken much greater care with her appearance than she ever had before with me, wearing a very nice form fitting (though not too risqué) dress and medium heels. She also had on more make-up than normal, though not enough to disguise the fact that her face still looked a bit gaunt. She made a spectacular enough impression on me that I couldn’t help but start kissing before I even pulled away, which she returned with almost desperate enthusiasm. We probably would have remained there making out for quite some time if a car had not pulled up behind me and started honking, since as usual I ended up having to double-park in front of her place and was blocking traffic. As it was, I pulled over a few blocks later so we could continue kissing, and it wasn’t long before she suggested we might just head straight back to my apartment. Much like the first time she had come over, we didn’t make it past the couch. Her body was still pretty damn hot, despite the fact that her ribs stuck out a bit too much. But I hardly cared at that point, given that entering her tight little pussy was like coming home from a long lonely trip. We then showered together before engaging in another much longer session in my bed. It was only after we got those first two fucks out of the way, that we finally managed to calm down a bit. I was hungry by then and figuring that Lili could use some fattening up, suggested we head over to a nearby Chinese place to get some take out. She grumbled about the fact that her dress had some barely noticeable wrinkles from having ended up tossed into a corner, but admitted to being a bit hungry herself and went into the bathroom to fix herself up. She ended up taking so long that it was my stomach’s turn to start grumbling. I went to check on her and found that she had seemed to have taken the time to completely reapply all her make-up. I complained rather impatiently, “Why are you bothering? Were only walking a few blocks and then coming right back here. Besides, you know that you look great without all that make-up. You never needed to use that much before.” She explained patiently, “This dress wouldn’t look right without makeup.” Huh? That certainly didn’t make much sense to me, but I had long stopped trying to figure out women when it came to these kinds of things. She finished touching up her lip gloss and as she turned to leave, she asked with a twinkle in her eyes, “Don’t I look good like this?” I had to admit that whatever she had done, she did look pretty damn spectacular, but I did have to point out as I led her out my front door, “Yes, you know you look incredible like that, but you also look pretty damn fantastic when you don’t use any make-up at all.” She replied rather neutrally, “Don’t you deserve to have me take at least as much care with the way I look for you as I do with my clients? Well that certainly shut me up right quick, particularly as I hadn’t missed her use of the present tense. Somehow we had managed to make it this far without mentioning the rather humongous gorilla in the room – the very issue that had caused me to turn my back on her in the first place. As we started walking down the main street hand in hand, I made a rather unfortunate attempt to break the uncomfortable silence by asking with some concern, “Have you been eating enough?” Lili shrugged, “Probably not.” She then continued walking a few steps before suddenly bursting out rather bitterly, “No thanks to you.” I was caught completely off guard by this sudden change in tone and once again found myself somewhat at a loss for words. Meanwhile, Lili slowed down and seemed to sink into herself as I heard a soft sob that cut right through to my heart. She was not the type to cry easily. In fact, up to then the only time I had seen Lili shed a tear was the night she had fled my apartment after admiting to being a prostitute. We happened to have stopped next to the small park in front of the neighborhood church and I led her over to a bench and let her sob softly on my shoulder. At one point she pulled away briefly and pounded a fist lightly against my chest while whispering quite emotionally, “I was falling in love with you…” What else could I do but apologize repeatedly, “Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento…” as she let me pull her back into my arms. Lili let me hold her for a few more minutes until her sobs finally seemed to die down, before pulling away to get a Kleenex out of her purse. After drying her tears, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. She remained silent as she smoked next to me, staring down at the cigarette between her fingers. She finally spoke up by noting in resigned tone of voice. “Not eating enough isn’t the only bad habit I seem to have aquired lately.” I asked with some concern, “How much are you smoking?” Liliana shrugged, “Not that much; less than a pack a week.” She then admitted with some disbelief, “I’ve actually come to enjoy them. But it really is a disgusting habit, isn’t it?” I responded very cautiously as I was still feeling a bit gun shy, “I’ve always thought so, but I have kind of gotten used to women who smoke since I’ve been living here. A pack a week isn’t all that much and you certainly don’t smell like an ashtray or anything.” Lili crushed her cigarette out half smoked, while noting, “I really don’t want to get hooked.” She then stood up and reached for my hand as we continued on in silence. All this talk about smoking had served its purpose in allowing both of us to regroup after that emotional scene, but it was obvious that there were some pretty major issues that still had to be dealt with. I should have realized that getting back together was never going to be quite that easy. HOOKING UP WITH LILIANA PART 4 OF 6 ======================= It was only after we picked up the Chinese food and started walking back up the street that Liliana finally spoke up again. She started by admitting what was already quite apparent; that she had felt extremely hurt at my rejection, particularly at the way I hadn’t even given her a chance to explain. It only got worse when she realized that I seemed to be going out of my way to avoid her. While logically she understood that I might be leery at getting involved with a woman who was having sex for money, it didn’t make things easier for her on an emotional level. I interrupted to admit that I could have handled things better. But she insisted, “Don’t blame yourself. I can now see that it was my fault for not having told you from the beginning. It’s just that I couldn’t face risking your friendship.” She paused, before continuing, “I’ve never felt as lonely as I have in this damn country. Oh, I do know some girls from back home, but they seem to be happy working at the Excelsior and can’t understand why I insist on giving up that kind of money. Then just as I was growing apart from them, I met this nice, kind, funny gringo who I could always count on to brighten my day on my way to work. And then in what seemed to be a true miracle, it turned out that he was actually really interested in me as a woman. But just as I was starting to think I might find some happiness, it all came crashing down.” Lili then asked in a plaintive voice, “Do you realize how long it had been since I’ve allowed myself to feel this way about a man? Do you realize just how important you had become to me?” I responded immediately, “At least half as much as you mean to me, or at least I hope so.” That at least got a half smile out of her, before she continued more seriously while avoiding my eyes, “But that doesn’t excuse what I did next...“ She sounded so miserable and ashamed, that I had to cut in, “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” “Yes I do. Not telling you things is what got us into trouble in the first place.” When I nodded in acceptance, she continued, “I felt so hopeless, like I would never again be able to get a decent man again.. So I started going back to the Excelsior after work, screwing whoever wanted to take me out, even guys I would never have gone with before. I also started drinking too much and smoking.” She then shrugged, “What did it matter, I felt like I was just a dirty ‘puta’ (whore).” Damn. This was getting downright painful. I rushed to assure her that she was not a dirty puta, but she continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “That lasted for a couple of weeks until one night I found myself lying under some fat smelly gringo, staring at the ceiling while he grunted on top of me. It was like I was suddenly waking up from a nightmare. I asked myself, ‘What in the hell am I doing here?’ I’m not sure how I kept from kneeing him in balls and throwing him right off me, but somehow I kept it together until he finished. I then walked out of there and haven’t been back since.” I have to admit that it made me almost nauseous to imagine my Lili lying in a hotel bed with her legs open as some fat slob plundered her delicate little body. I guess I must have looked pretty appalled, because Lili rushed to assure me in almost a pleading tone, “I have no interest in continuing much longer in that business, especially now that I can soon start looking for a full time job that hopefully will pay a little more. But I really don’t need that much money, just enough to be able to move to a nicer place and try to get back a normal life.” I had to ask, “Are you still in the business? But you just said that you had never been back to the Excelsior.” “I haven’t been back there. But I am still seeing one regular. He’s another foreign businessman who’s based here like you are. I drop by his apartment after work about twice a week. He never takes me out or even wants to talk very much anymore, so it’s mostly just sex and I’m rarely with him for longer than an hour, if even that much.” She then shrugged and concluded, “He’s easy. If they were all like him and being a prostitute didn’t mess up the rest of my life, I might even be tempted to continue. But unfortunately, that’s not the way it is.” By this time we had gotten back to my place. We remained mostly silent as we ate, while I tried to digest everything that she had said. After we finished, she started cleaning up while I used the restroom. When I came out, I found that she had put on an Elvis Crespo CD that she had left at my place months earlier and was gently moving to the music while washing the dishes. Her tight little ass looked so damn cute as she rocked her hips to the beat of the merengue that I couldn’t help but come up behind her and start nibbling on the back of her neck.. Lili shivered, before turning around and giving me a hot passionate kiss. She soon had me twirling her around my small living room laughing as we tried to avoid running into my furniture. The mood changed when a ballad came on and she quickly melted into my arms. One thing led to another and we ended up back in bed making love for the third time that evening. It had been a long emotional day and we both fell asleep soon afterwards. But I did wake up once during the night to find her sobbing again into my shoulder. I was overcome by a sudden pang of guilt at whatever role I had played in her misfortune, but all I could do was hold her tightly and whisper, “I’ll never turn my back on you again.” At least this seemed to calm her down and I soon fell back asleep. I woke up in the best way possible, with my cock in her warm mouth as she worked to bring me off. She even allowed me to cum in her mouth, though she quickly excused herself to rush to the bathroom to spit it out. When she returned still grimacing at the taste, I said, “You didn’t have to do that you know.” “I wanted to. I know you like it. All men do.” I could see trouble here and it was time to head it off. “In the first place, I enjoy it only if the woman also likes to it and you don’t. Second, this isn’t going to work if you feel like you somehow have to act differently to try to win me back. You already have me back, or at least you do if you’ll just act like the wonderful woman I’ve come to love.” She looked astonished at my words, before a big smile spread across her face. Beaming back at me, she asked, “Do you really mean that?” Oh, oh. I hadn’t meant to use the L word (or to be accurate, the A word since I was speaking in Spanish). But as I looked into her shining eyes, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that there was some truth to it. I certainly felt more for Lili than I had felt for any woman in a very long time. So I just nodded firmly. This caused her to jump on top of me and start raining kisses all over my face and neck. It was quite some time before we got around to eating breakfast. We remained in that giddy state for much of the rest of the weekend, during which we only left my apartment to run over to her place so she could pick up a change of clothes, as well as to get food and buy more condoms. I don’t know about Lili, but I have to admit I was quite sore by the time the Sunday evening came around. It was only as I was driving her home that we got back to the subject of her continuing to prostitute herself. It was Lilana who rather tentatively brought up the fact that she still did have that one last remaining client. I was so happy to be back with her that I interrupted, joking, “I really don’t care how many men you are with for money, as long as I’m your only real boyfriend.” Lili punched me lightly on the arm, and tried to insist, “Be serious. You don’t really mean that.” I assured her that I did, before noting, “Besides, I realized a long time ago that you were not a hard core prostitute and do really want to get out of the business. I imagine you weren’t planning on seeing that guy for much longer.” Lili nodded emphatically while confirming, “I was already planning on ending that arrangement as soon as I can use my nursing credentials to get a higher paying job. But I don’t mind breaking it off immediately if you prefer.” While I was quite glad to hear this, I really didn’t know how to respond, particularly given that this last was said less than decisively. The whole issue seemed like a potential minefield. I knew just how little Liliana was earning at the doctor’s office and wasn’t sure I had the right to “force” her to give up what I figured (correctly) must be well over half her income. We’d had a great weekend, but did that really give me enough of a claim to dictate terms? On the other hand, would she take is as a sign that I wasn’t all that serious about her if I didn’t get all macho and start demanding that she start being completely faithful? I even briefly considered offering to give her the money she would be giving up, before quickly rejecting that option. The last thing I wanted was for us to start out on that kind of footing and she had always been extremely reluctant to accept even taxi money from me. Since Liliana was clearly still waiting for my response when I pulled up in front of her place and made no move to get out of the car, I finally said something like, “There’s no rush. I’m not going to get jealous at this point as long as you don’t hide things from me.” As I said this, I realized that it was actually the truth (or at least an accurate reflection of the way I was feeling right then). I had gotten to the point where I would be much more upset if she hid something that important from me, than by her continuing her now rather limited prostitution for a short time longer. It helped that I sensed that there was no reason to feel threatened by her client as it was quite clear that she was not in the least emotionally invested in the guy. Lili looked a bit uncertain at my response, before finally nodding and giving me a warm kiss. Though I was blocking traffic once again, I sat there watching as she entered her gate, ignoring the honking horns until she turned around and gave me one final happy wave. HOOKING UP WITH LILIANA PART 5 OF 6 ======================= Liliana and I quickly settled back into a pattern of spending the weekends together, while also often meeting briefly during my lunch hour. The next Friday night we did actually make it to a movie before heading home. Lili was back to wearing jeans, but had obviously taken care with her make-up (though it was still relatively light for a woman going out on a date) and was actually wearing heels again. I wasn’t complaining as I quickly realized that the combination of those tight jeans and heels perfectly showed off her tight little ass. In fact I had trouble keeping my hands off it all evening, not that she seemed to mind. Lili also had some good news to report. She hadn’t smoked a cigarette all week. I tried to ignore the issue of her last remaining client and made a point of not bringing it up over the next few weeks. But once the euphoria of our getting back together wore off, it did start bothering me. This was particularly true on some weeknights when I would find myself lying alone in my bed, knowing that my girlfriend might be out fucking some guy for a quick $150. Fortunately, it was only about 3 or 4 weeks later that Lili announced out of the blue that she had ended her arrangement and was finally out of the business of selling her pussy. Though it was mostly a relief, I was also quite surprised to find myself feeling a little disappointed. Of course this last might have been due to the fact that she made this announcement while fondling my cock to see if she could get it hard again after a rather spectacular bout of lovemaking. In my aroused state, there was suddenly something deliciously depraved about the idea that this rather charming seemingly wholesome looking young woman had been fucking other cocks for money. If her intention had been to turn me on, it certainly worked as I was suddenly as stiff as a board. Lily giggled and murmured, “If I had known it was going to have this effect on you, I would have stopped “puteando” (whoring) a long time ago.” Though I didn’t respond verbally, something in my expression must have told her that she had missed the mark. Lili got a surprised look on her face before teasing, “Or is it that you were imaging me doing all those nasty things I had to do?” Lili must have seen that this time she’d guessed right, probably because I must have looked somewhat ashamed. But rather than taking it badly, she actually gave me a teasing smile, before excusing herself to go into the bathroom with her purse. She was in there for quite some time and I began to worry that perhaps she had been upset after all. So when she came back into the bedroom, my first reaction was to feel a bit relieved, though this quickly turned into a new wave of lust. She had put on much heavier make-up, including a bright red lipstick I had never seen before, and had slipped on her heels, while remaining otherwise nude. Lili sauntered over towards me with a seductive swing to her hips, knelt down and started kissing all up and down my cock, leaving a trail of red lipstick marks in her wake. When she had finally worked her way all the way around, she looked up and announced seductively, “I may not be selling myself to other men any longer, but I would love to be your personal whore”. Liliana went on to bring me off in her mouth for only the third time since we had first slept together. When she tried to pull away to head for the bathroom, I was all the way into the fantasy and I held her up, whispering, “I like my whores to swallow.” Lily promptly made a show of doing just that. Though I could tell that she still didn’t like the taste much, strangely enough she actually seemed to get off on it. It was only the next morning that I asked her with some concern if she could really afford to stop seeing her client, given that she had only just started looking for a full-time job. Lili admitted that things would be tight, but she did have some savings left over from those months at the Excelsior; primarily because she had continued renting a room in her cheap boarding house rather than finding an apartment of her own. I started to offer a ‘loan’, but as I half expected, she was quite firm in turning me down, insisting, “You know I won’t take money from my boyfriends..” When another week or so went by without Lili finding a job, I began to try to come up with some way of helping her out. As she had continued to only come over on weekends, I could get pretty hard up as the week went on. I started jerking off to memories of the some of the role-playing I had done with Beatriz the previous year, only with Liliana in Bea’s place. One evening as I was replaying a time when Beatriz had surprised me by showing up late one night dressed like a streetwalker, it suddenly occurred to me that there might be a way of killing two birds with one stone. The following afternoon, I called Liliana at the doctor’s office and announced rather suggestively, “I really need my ‘putita’ (little whore) tonight. I would make it worth her while if she were to show up at my apartment.” I heard a gasp over the phone line and then dead silence. Just as I was starting to kick myself over having gone through with such a harebrained idea, she finally responded in a seductive whisper, “Your putita can be there at nine. But it will cost you a $100.” I certainly got what I’d asked for. The apparition that strutted through my door later that evening bore little resemblance to the sweet affectionate woman I was growing to love. And it wasn’t just the stiletto heeled boots, slinky short dress, bright red lipstick and heavy eye make-up (heavy by her standards anyway, since it was actually about the norm for what girls might put on to go clubbing in these parts). There was this cool seductive attitude about her that I had never seen before. Not only had Lili clearly decided to play the role to the hilt, but she managed to keep it up during the entire hour or so she was there right through having me call her a taxi and strutting out with my $100 bill in her purse. It was only when she looked back up at me after I helped her into the cab, that some of the ‘real’ Liliana broke out. She gave me one of her mischievous grins while noting, “That was fun. Please call me if you need my services again.” The cab driver certainly did a double-take. As I walked back up the stairs to my apartment, I remember thinking, ‘On top of everything else, this girl is one hell of an actress.’ I couldn’t have known just how prescient that thought was to turn out to be. For the next several weeks we fell into a very enjoyable pattern. On weekends we continued dating like a normal couple, going out to dinner, dancing or a movie, before ending up at my apartment, where she usually stayed until Sunday afternoon. She tended to dress in informal though attractive clothes and still wore relatively little makeup. But more importantly, she was the usual affectionate loving young woman I had grown to appreciate so much. On weeknights it was a different story, as about once a week I would call her at work and my whore would show up. Liliana would rush home and dress in the most sluttish outfit possible, and then taxi over to my place to service me in pretty much any way I could think of, learning to become more comfortable drinking my cum and eventually giving up her anal virginity (at her insistence and even though anal was one thing she had adamantly refused to do before meeting me, even turning down ridiculous sums of money from a couple of her johns). Given that while actually working as an escort and prostitute, Liliana had dressed only a bit on the sexy side, we also had fun doing some clothes shopping to build up her collection of slutty outfits. Or to be more accurate, she had a lot of fun dragging me around to do the shopping, while I managed to survive by thinking about the way I would benefit from her increasing collection of miniskirts that barely covered her crotch, semi-transparent blouses and stiletto heels. She never wore any of these outfits on weekends (or in public) – particularly the stilettos as it turned out that she had always tended to avoid heels that were either too thin or too high, even during her stint as an escort. This may be in part because at almost 5’8", she is very much on the high side by local standards. It probably also helped that with her looks, she never felt the need. I even bought her a garter belt and stockings during one of my business trips to the States, though they turned out to be less than practical in the tropics. There is a reason why almost all women here go bare-legged, even in the most formal of office settings. The same is even truer in Lili’s country of origin and in fact, I don’t think I’ve seen her wear pantyhose even once in all these years (no great loss from my point of view). While sex on the weekends was always great, it was usually downright spectacular on those weeknights when she was acting the whore. Even Liliana eventually started to fall out of character long enough to have ear splitting orgasms on some of those occasions. Liliana soon became obsessed with wanting to feel my cum inside her pussy. Having been well trained by her mother, she had actually never fucked a guy without a condom. I have to admit that I was equally eager to take her bareback. So she went on the pill and we took a battery of STD tests. Actually, in Lili’s case, she simply renewed her expired prostitute’s license. That way she could not only get the tests for free at the Ministry of Health’s clinic for sex workers, but it gave her an additional prop the next time she came over to play the whore. My clever Putita waited until just after she had impaled herself on my cock in the cowgirl position before flashing me her renewed license. She announced, “I’m clean, so on Friday you can have me without protection,” before going into lewd detail on just how great it was going to be to fuck without a piece of latex between us. Just as this was really beginning to get me going, she upped the ante by asking, “Do you know why I renewed my license instead of just going to the lab with you?” When I could only shake my head, she continued by teasing, “I just might want to go down to the Excelsior. I was thinking it might be nice to have my own car. Of course, I’d have to fuck a lot of men to make enough money. But you wouldn’t mind would you?” I answered by roughly flipping her over and pounding away at her pussy harder than I ever had before, until I finally exploded into what I was imagining was her whoring cunt. That was one of the times that she also let herself go and responded with a big orgasm of her own. I guess I probably should have worried about the fact that this particular fantasy had turned both of us on so much, but at the time I just assumed it was part of our game. It’s only in retrospect that it takes on greater importance. Besides, the excitement we felt that evening was quickly overshadowed just a couple of days later when I was finally able to push my uncovered cock inside her hot juicy pussy. We both went wild as I blasted one of my biggest loads yet. Lili then did something that remains one of my all time favorite erotic memories. She asked me to bring over her purse and used her compact mirror to watch my cun slowly drip out of her little hole. I pulled out my video camera and managed to record a close up of her using her fingers to spread our combined juices all over her crotch, getting so turned on that she ended up bringing herself to her second screaming orgasm of the evening. I later copied that clip on to a DVD and it remains one of my prized possessions. It certainly beats any commercial porn movie I’ve ever seen. It is telling that Liliana continued to insist we use condoms when she visited me midweek as my putita. I think this was the first sign that she might be beginning to have some trouble compartmentalizing the two roles, particularly given the way she was now openly enjoying the sex during those midweek visits. Years later, after I realized just how good an actress Liliana could be, I asked her if she really had been that turned on by those games, given that at the time she had been so down on her experiences as a prostitute. Lili insisted that she had enjoyed playing my personal whore just as much as I had. In retrospect, she thought there were two primary reasons for this: (1) She took it as confirmation that I not only accepted her past in prostitution, but could actually get turned on by it. (2) She got a perverse thrill out of the fact that she could turn me on so much that I would be willing to pay for something she was already giving me for free. Of course, it could be simply that at heart, Liliana really is a bit of a whore.. Mind you, she’s much more than just a whore. She’s also a loving, affectionate and caring woman with a lot more to offer than just her body. Her problem had been that working as a full-time prostitute forced her to repress all these other key aspects of her personality. This is what was starting to drive her into the ground and caused her to start trying to break away from the business; that and the fact that despite being somewhat selective in accepting ‘dates’, she inevitably ended up fucking too many guys who turned her stomach. HOOKING UP WITH LILIANA PART 6 OF 6 ======================= Things finally came to a head some three months after we had gotten back together. Finding an attractive full-time nursing position turned out to be tougher than Liliana had imagined, in part because they put some restrictions on her accreditation (becoming the equivalent of a full RN here requires a more rigorous four year post-secondary program compared to the two years she did back home). To make matters worse, Liliana lost her part-time job when the regular receptionist returned to work. Since I no longer had any doubts that we loved each other, I proposed that she move in. It took some convincing because Lili still didn’t like the idea of being completely economically dependent on a man. I took this in stride, recognizing that I was, after all, Liliana’s first really serious relationship since the guy she ended up having to run away from when she was 18. It was to be expected that she would take some time getting over her natural resistance to becoming that dependent again. What was of greater concern was whether we would even have that kind of time. I was expecting to be transferred to another country in the spring, so at least initially neither of us saw our relationship as something long-term. While this might explain some of her caution, conversely I think it also helped convince Liliana to finally accept my offer, since it seemed to guarantee that it would not be a permanent arrangement even if we wanted it to be. The irony is that Liliana finally did find a full time position at a nursing home only a couple of weeks later that would begin after the New Years. But by then she had settled into my apartment and neither of us brought up the possibility of her getting her own place. I think we both wanted to take full advantage of any time we had left. Selfishly, I was a bit concerned that living together might represent the end of our ‘whore’ nights. I was still really enjoying those evenings – it was almost like dating two different women, both of whom provided something the other didn’t. Fortunately Liliana came up with a solution. During those first couple of months of living together we settled into a pattern where about once a week I would call her from my office and tell her that I was in the mood for my ‘putita’. Sure enough, I would walk in to find her all dolled up and at my service. I even continued to pay her on those occasions as I knew she was determined to save up as much of her salary as possible so as to have a nest egg when I left. I did think it was kind of funny that while she initially wouldn’t allow me to give her any spending money beyond what was necessary to cover our common household expenses, she seemed to have no qualms about continuing to accept cash when she played the whore. But the “whore” nights did eventually die out once Lili had started her new full-time job, in part because she often had the 4 pm to midnight shift (on alternate weeks if remember correctly). Besides, our little game had finally gradually begun to lose its luster. Fortunately, though she reverted to being the 'real' Liliana at all times, she did incorporate some of the teasing and sexiness of her 'weekday' persona. I think the fact that she was no longer prostituting herself lessened her need to maintain such a sharp separation between the way she dressed and acted while with johns compared to when she was with me or at work. In fact, I was to come to realize that the ‘real’ Liliana was actually a combination of those two sharply distinct facets of her personality. I had long had trouble reconciling the way she had originally come across to me with her description of her very active social life during her military years. But as she came out of her shell during those first months together, I began to see signs of the more assertive, confident, and sexually adventurous single woman she must have been before being dragged down by having to sell herself to men on a full time basis. She was later to joke something along the lines of, “The problem with working out of the Excelsior wasn’t the taking money for sex in itself. That can actually be kind of exciting. The problem was that it broke my most important rule of only having sex where and when I wanted to. Fucking an endless series of guys every day just started getting to me.” Perhaps another indication of all this was the evolution of my nickname for her. While we had started by referring to her weeknight persona as my 'Putita', she seemed to like it when I continued to use this pet name even after we stopped playing those games, going so far as to refer to herself by that name when we were just being affectionate. This should have been another warning about what was to come a few years down the road. I think we were both kind of surprised that if anything, our relationship actually improved once we started sharing our day to day lives. I can honestly say I had never felt so comfortable with a woman, even during the best years with my first wife. Thus, I soon began to worry that I might never find another woman as right for me as Liliana. A couple of events made me begin to take this consideration seriously. First, my parents came down to spend Christmas with us, along with my little sister, who was in the middle of her senior year in college. In the days before their arrival, Liliana was quite uncharacteristically something of a nervous wreck. It didn’t help that we had been living together less than a month and that the plan called for my family to stay with us in my small two bedroom apartment while we were in the city. At least I had made reservations at the beach for most of their stay. Fortunately, Lili’s plan to win over the women folk in my family worked like a charm. My little sister turned out to be easy, despite the fact that her Spanish was rather limited (she had been too young when our family had lived for a time in Latin America). Lili still spoke almost no English; beyond what was necessary to negotiate a date with a gringo client – hardly applicable in this situation. Sis had started smoking while in college and was desperate to keep this from our very anti-smoking father. Lili cooperated by constantly coming up with reasons for the two of them to head out on their own; something that did not seem unusual given that they are close in age. I was a bit concerned when Lili began bumming cigarettes off my sister, but she assured me that she had no intention of starting to smoke again. Actually, it was all kind of ridiculous as my folks must have realized that my sister was smoking, given that she was not able to completely hide the smell. But they made a point of pretending not to notice, so we all kept up the charade (something they continued to do for several more years until after my sister finally quit when she got pregnant). My mother proved a slightly harder nut to crack. At least Mom still speaks almost fluent though rusty Spanish, so communication was not a problem. But she did take her time in warming up to Lili. Part of the problem is that my mother had little confidence in my judgment about woman given some rather disastrous choices in high school, followed by what happened with my first wife. Mom had warned me that I was marrying a girl who was still too immature and selfish to make a marriage work and had not been happy when I ignored her advice. But I was 10 years older now and if there was one thing I was sure about, it was that Liliana bore little resemblance to my ex. Fortunately, Mom eventually reached the same conclusion and by the time we returned from the beach, was treating Liliana with more warmth than she had ever shown any of my previous girlfriends. The last thing Mom said to me when I dropped my family off at the airport was, “Liliana is not only very sweet, but has a solid head on her shoulders. You’ll really regret it if you let her get away.” Of course, Mom didn’t know about the more sordid aspects of Lili’s past (and still doesn’t), but somehow I think this probably would not have made much of a difference to her. Mom has never been close minded. A couple of weeks after my family went back home, I took off on a long business trip. If I had any inclination to ignore my mother’s advice, being away from Liliana for almost four full weeks finally decided the issue. I couldn’t believe how much I missed my ‘Putita’ and judging by our phone calls and e- mails, she felt the same way, only managing because she was so busy settling in to her new job. By the time I finally flew home, I was quite desperate to see her, not in the least because she promised a welcome that I would never forget. I got my first hint of what she had in mind when she picked me up at the airport. Waiting for me was quite definitely Lili the whore, making her very first appearance in public. She was wearing an extremely short skirt, 4 inch platform heels, and a loose backless halter top that showed off her flat belly. A considerable amount of tastefully applied makeup served to complete the picture. Even kissing her felt different as the only times she had previously put on such a thick coat of glossy lipstick was during our whore games, when she would quite properly refuse to kiss me on the lips (as I noted earlier, Lili took her characterizations quite seriously). As if all this wasn’t enough, after flirtatiously using a finger to wipe off the lipstick left behind on my mouth from our first kiss, she twirled around, while asking, “How do you like your ‘puta’ (and note, she used the much cruder term ‘puta’ rather than our more affectionate ‘putita’). Well there is certainly no doubt as to what most onlookers must have thought, given the whistles she received from several men as she led me towards my car. I had to note with some amusement, “You know what they think you are.” Lili shrugged and replied, “And they would be right.” Seeing my alarm at this statement, she continued, “I’m your personal Putita after all. I would never broaden out to include others behind your back.” This reference to broadening out wasn’t exactly reassuring either, but I quickly got distracted marveling at just how sexy she looked. In fact, she made such an impression that there was no way I could wait the full 40 minutes or so until we got home and instead pulled into a motel. If I was going to have a whore as girlfriend, I might as well take full advantage of it. It’s funny though. While we had incredibly fantastic sex that weekend, what finally convinced me to start looking seriously for a way for us to stay together was something that happened the following Monday night. Lili had the late shift at the nursing home and having slept every little over the 48 hours since my arrival, she arrived home shortly after midnight looking completely exhausted. I had taken the day off and was sitting on the couch watching TV while waiting for her. Liliana drifted in looking like she could hardly stand up, with her light green uniform all wrinkled, her hair in an unruly ponytail, and without a lick of make-up left on her face. She climbed up on to my lap sitting sideways, put her head on my shoulder and promptly fell asleep. As I sat there holding her in my arms while feeling her soft snores against my neck, I suddenly felt such an outpouring of love and affection that I knew right then and there that almost any sacrifice was worth it to keep this woman by my side. Fortunately, after going back and forth with my superiors over the next month, I was finally able to get them to agree to let me stay where I was. My company had a relatively small presence in the country and it might have been better for my career to move to a larger office. But I also enjoyed the relative autonomy I had working here. Unfortunately, in return I did have to agree to make myself available for troubleshooting at our other offices around the world, which would inevitably require much more frequent travel. Liliana was ecstatic about the news, as by then she had finally put aside any reluctance to tying herself to me. In fact, she was the one who first suggested a visible symbol of her commitment to our relationship. She had noticed that I seemed interested in girls who had non-facial piercings and came up with the idea of getting her navel done as a sign that she would always be my own personal “putita”. I half seriously suggested she also pierce her nipples, but she looked so appalled that I quickly dropped the idea. Liliana and I got married in late 2001, on the anniversary of the day we had first met at that Peruvian restaurant and also almost exactly one year after we moved in together. We were very much the stereotypical in love newlywed couple and given all we had been through, I think we both assumed that the days of Lili selling her pussy for money were over and done with. It turns out we were wrong, but that’s another story. Kelly, and that’s how I ended up marrying a prostitute. I hope you found it worth reading. As I hinted at the end, we’ve had our adventures since we got married. If you are still interested, I’ll try to continue with the next account of our experiences. Hopefully, this time it won’t take me a full year to get it done.