A Housewife Or a Whore

[Snigdha]

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Another three months had gone when her chat friend, Amit, asked her why she loved becoming a classy, erotic whore in majority of her roleplays. She felt odd at this realization but she also knew internally that it was an idea she loved much.
 
Alone at home, she contemplated more on the idea. The more she thought, the hornier she felt inside. She wanted to pursue this idea further but was afraid of the implications. Her husband was a famous man in the city now and she could not afford a scandal of any nature. However, something inside her wanted to explore the idea further. She confided the same to Amit one day during a chat, in a casual way.
 
Amit, being a decent guy, just heard her out but did not suggest anything on his own. He did not want to force anything on her, yet.
 
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The next week was spent role playing on a single idea. Aparna enacting herself as a upper class whore. The role play acted like a drug to her. She was on a different "high" throughout the week. This clearly reflected in her real and virtual world. Her chats were getting hotter and her orgasms were becoming stronger.
 
Amit decided to take the roleplays to next level. He decided to make her the whore, in every sense possible that she so desperately wanted to become but in a safe way.
 
Amit discussed the idea of meeting Aparna for real and discuss the idea further. Aparna was slightly hesitant about the meeting for real thing but decided to go ahead.
 
She chose a place which made her feel safe. The cafe was situated in the heart of the city and was a busy one as well. They had decided to meet on a Tuesday. The crowd would be thin and the restaurant would be relatively empty. It would mean that they would have enough privacy, even a slightly loud conversation would not be overheard by strangers on the next table. Amit was already waiting on the table when Aparna joined him. She knew she was being observed and she loved it.
 
Amit: "Hi. Do we know each other?"
 
Aparna pondered a few seconds before answering. She could not risk anything at all.
 
Aparna: "Hi. I am Aparna, your chat friend."
 
Amit: "Please don't mind but I am waiting for a whore friend of mine. Her name is Aparna as well. Are you that very whore?"
 
Aparna went red hearing the word. Her legs felt as if they were filled with jelly. She did not know what was with the word but every time she heard it, there was an effect on her body which she could not explain ever.
 
Aparna: "Yes, I am that very friend of yours."
 
Amit: "Sorry, we had never met before so how was I supposed to recognize you. Besides you look more like a sexy housewife and not a whore. Pardon me for the confusion."
 
Aparna was taken aback by this bold approach of his. She had always loved being guided.
 
Aparna: "Can you tell me your chat id? I need to be sure before I commit."
 
Amit (telling his chat id with a naughty smile): "Nice move. Are you sure now?"
 
They both just smiled as Aparna settled herself in the chair next to Amit. They both were checking each other out. Neither was dissatisfied, the reality for both was far better than what they had imagined it be.
 
Amit: "I can see that you quite love being a whore Aparna. You will certainly make a classy one too. You have such looks that you won't pass for a cheap whore."
 
Aparna felt heat emit from her cheeks hearing Amit. The words made her feel much embarrassed and excited at the same time.
 
Amit decided to lighten up the topic. He started to tell her about himself and his interests. Aparna too told him things about her. Aparna felt alive after so many years. She was in male company and a good one after so many months. She felt quite nice being appreciated as well. Aparna started to like Amit's company almost instantly. He had the attributes she loved much. He was a person who took control, was caring, humorous besides having the looks of a hunk.