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Kathy walked out of the bathroom, her latex outfit squeaking lightly as it rubbed against her skin. Her husband sat on the couch, his eyes opening wide as she approached him. It felt so deliciously naughty; pretending she was another person. Her skin tingled with anticipation, hoping that he would perform like she expected.

The thin rubber outfit had been purchased at a local sex store. Kathy thought it was the perfect way to show off her body while keeping things kinky for the two of them. Her job was to play a prostitute whom Peter had called up to his hotel room. She was excited to show herself off and perform for him like a real hooker would service a john.

“Goedenavond. My name ist Katja and I am here for you to enjoy.” She walked straight up to him, her long heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Playing another role also gave her a wonderful amount of confidence. She knew she was going to enjoy every second of performing like a hooker would. It made her feel confident to strut in the thin material with four inch heels on, feeling her naked skin underneath.

He sat on the couch, his eyes taking in her movement as she strode confidently towards him. Then he finally spoke.

“That outfit is ridiculous.” He said with a cocky smile on his face.

The words were probably meant in jest, but they still completely ruined the mood. She had picked out the outfit earlier at a sex store as a surprise, hoping that it would turn him on. Her excitement deflated instantly.

“I thought you would enjoy it. I picked it out just for us.”

“You look like a condom.”

Kathy knew her body was excellent for her age. Peter loved the fact she kept herself in shape.

“I bet you know lots of guys who would love their wives to wear this.” It was hard to keep the contempt out of her voice.

He ignored her jab. “Never mind. Let’s keep going.”

The problem was the sexual mood was already broken. Kathy didn’t feel attractive anymore. She wanted to be worshipped, not mocked. Peter had a perfect way of making her feel slutty, not sexy. And she wanted to feel sexy.

Since they had been in Amsterdam, they had walked the Red-Light District to look at beautiful women on display. They had attended a sex club where the main even had been a woman taking on three men. Another location had two women behind a glass wall making love to each other while they watched. And each time, while it got a rise out of Peter, the final result was anything but what Kathy wanted. Their sex was okay, but it was just that – okay. Something was missing.

Her hope had been that her husband would discover a new sexual appetite while they were in a city literally built for sexual adventures. Their sex life had been mediocre at best through the past year and Kathy was becoming very frustrated with it. He had sex with her, but something about it wasn’t what she was looking for. It was far too vanilla, easy and plain. The same every time.

Hoping that the trip would generate some kind of sexual deviancy, fetish or spark in him, she had created all sorts of situations where any man would ravage an attractive woman. But Peter, while he did have sex with her, just kept everything the same. The role play with a special outfit was the final item on Kathy’s list, and now it had backfired.

She was starting to wonder what it would take to get him to actually fuck her the way she craved.

“Leave it. It’s not exactly sexy to be told you look like a condom.”

She stalked back to the bathroom and slid the tight dress over her head, dropping it onto the floor along with the stiletto heels. Pulling her pants and blouse back on, she walked back into the room, fuming.

“Babe. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t get into that. Come over here and let’s just cuddle.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like you can get into anything lately. I’m sick of cuddling.” Kathy knew her words were probably harsh, but she was fed up with his attitude. Their vanilla sex life was driving her crazy.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’ve spent the better part of three days surrounded by everything sexual and nothing has changed. You’re still not getting it.”

“But we’ve had sex every day.” His brow wrinkled. Kathy couldn’t believe he was confused.

“That doesn’t mean anything, Peter. As always, you have no clue. I think I’d be better off letting another man show you how to fuck me.” His expression fell. Kathy felt guilty, realizing she might have gone too far. Then an idea flashed into her head.

“In fact, maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re in a city where sex for money is not only everywhere, it’s encouraged. You don’t think I’m sexy enough to get paid for my body. I think I am. Let’s find out.”

“You mean becoming a real hooker? Like, getting paid for sex?” While she had suspected, he would shut the idea down right away, it seemed as if he was actually thinking about it. Simply thinking about the potential danger and excitement of opening her hotel room door and her legs to a man she had never met had her thinking about what it would feel like to have a stranger naked with her.

“I’ll put an ad online with some pictures. Maybe a guy responds, maybe they don’t. But I’m getting really turned on thinking about it. And maybe it would help you too.”

“Help me? You think I need help?”

“Well, you had a woman dressed in fetish gear literally standing over you and can’t seem to get horny. Trying this might give you a way to realize that I’m desirable for other men too. Honestly, I’m frustrated. I don’t know what it’s going to take but something has to give.” It was also an ulterior way for her to experience something that felt completely wrong.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? I mean… Safety and all that.”

“You could listen in. Maybe not watch because that would be harder, but definitely listen in. And that might make it even hotter.” The more she spoke about it, the more she wanted to do it. “And it might not even be sex, it might just be… Something else.”

Deep down Kathy knew that she could steamroll Peter into accepting. He was easily suggestable, and the excitement she felt probably clouded her judgement the wrong way, but she didn’t care.

“This will be fun. I’ll get back into the dress and you can take some pictures of me.” With a smile she walked quickly to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn’t protest.

Am I really going to do this?

She looked at herself in the mirror after stripping off her clothes again. Kathy had no idea if men would actually pay her for sex, but they were definitely in the right city to give it a try. And even if the wasn’t successful, the adventure of putting herself out there was far too enticing. The dress went over her head again, almost adhering to her skin.

She walked back out into the bedroom, the latex sheathing her body. Her nipples were hard from anticipation. The panties she wore matched the colour of the dress closely enough.

“Take a few pictures.” Peter frowned, but he took her phone and put her clearly in the lens. She posed provocatively, bending over, lifting her breasts and exposing as much of herself as she could without getting kicked off the site. The pictures were perfect to show off her body.

Her profile was intentionally simple. She kept her age at thirty-six so that very young guys would be discouraged from messaging her. It made it clear that she was available only for one day and she phrased it so that it would be obvious that she was looking to get paid for sexual services.

Sexy woman in town for one day and night only. Expect if you swipe right that you’ll bring an envelope with a donation to my favourite charity. Hotel in De Wallen. Enjoy an hour with me.

The profile was live in an instant and Kathy was intrigued by the other men on the app that were available. There were men of all nationalities, looks and attractiveness levels. She told herself that she would only swipe on men that she was really physically attracted to. Part of her wondered if she would even get any hits, but just the activity of creating the profile and the idea had her body buzzing with anticipation.

She started scrolling through the men on her page. Peter kept a look over her shoulder. After a swipe right, a match occurred. Then another. And another. She swiped right on a couple more and they matched as well.

“Wow,” she said. “This is incredible. I’m even saying right out I’m a hooker and I’m still getting matches.”

Messages started to flood into her inbox from the men she had already matched with.

Hey beautiful. Typical.

What’s up. Also typical.

Available tonight? Straight to the point.

Yer zuper hawt. Jesus, really?

It was a combination of suggestive messages and outright offensive statements asking her if she was available for anal, water sports, and a bunch of acronyms she had never even heard of like a foreign language. Some men only messaged in Dutch.

Kathy realized she needed to be slightly more discriminating, otherwise she would spend the whole day sorting through messages. She started only swiping on guys that she thought were actually attractive. Eventually after deleting several dozen potential suitors she settled on one man that seemed the most promising. His name was Hans, but he had messaged her in English.

His opening message was that he hoped that she might be able to help him with a problem. It intrigued her a bit, and after messaging back and forth a few times he acted respectful, had a sense of humour and wasn’t pushing anything that she wasn’t comfortable with.

“I think this is the guy.” She said to Peter. It had taken her less than an hour to find a possible customer to meet in their room. He shook his head.

“Are you really serious about this?” Kathy could tell he was a bit upset about the gamble that it looked like she was going to win, but now she knew that it was something she really wanted to do. As much as she loved him, the excitement of hooking up with a total stranger was too strong to let it go.

The setup was simpler than she expected once financial negotiations began. Kathy felt like she played the role perfectly.