My wife Kaz and I have been together longer than almost anybody we know, certainly among our contemporaries.  We like to think that it is largely down to our vivid and innovative imaginations.  We keep our sex life fresh with variety.  Not by swapping partners, but by varying sex positions, locations and most recently, role play.

We have fucked as Vicar and Tart, Anthony and Cleoparta, Tarzan and Jane, Superman and Lois and some unlikely combinations of our own devising.  There is a very good fancy dress hire shop nearby.  We use it a lot.

We also use props.  For example, if I am an old fashioned policeman who has just arrested a woman for soliciting, she will offer to drop her knickers if I drop the charge.  But it's not as straightforward as that, before I let her go, she has to fuck herself with the police issue truncheon, then I fuck her with my real one, with her handcuffed to the bed.

This led to a variation.  She is a sex worker, I am a punter.  I knock on the door, she answers and I ask her how much.  She tells me what is on offer and the price.  I make my choice, pay up front, we do the business with a condom for added reality.  It works well for us both.

It's one of our favourites and this led to us pushing the scenario to new and risky levels.  It was Kaz's idea, she would dress as a street sex worker, I would pick her up for sex.  I was not too sure about that, but we decided to try it.  We drove to the red light district of a nearby town, I dropped her off out of sight of the real pro's, drove around the block and picked her up.  We then drove to a secluded place and did the business in the car, again with a condom and money changing hands.

I was concerned about leaving her alone on the street.  It probably took less than five minutes to drive around the block, but a lot can happen in five minutes.  She said that during that few minutes, another punter had solicited her, she told him to fuck off,  but had been quite flattered.

We did it several times, with simiiar results, but on one occasion, I was held up and it was more like fifteen minutes before I was able to pick her up.  Again she was solicited, on this occasion, more then once, but the danger came not from potential punters, but from the other girls.  They were unhappy about what they perceived as competition using their 'patch' she was threatened, one of the girls said she would;

 "Cut her."

Then I had driven around the corner and they melted away.

As far as was concerned that was the end of it, but Kaz had bee  so turned on that she suggested trying another area.  I said no.  We went back to playing the indoor variation.  After a session where I asked for, and got, anal, I jokingly asked if she was tempted to go with one of the men who had tried to pick her up.  I teased her by saying that whatever she earned would help pay for our holidays.  It earned me a painful dig in the ribs.  But a few days later she said;

Now that, is worrying.