The Bored Housewife

My name is Shelly. I am 42 years old and I live in London with my husband Carl and our three children, Libby, Annabelle and Louis. We have a very nice life; I stay at home and look after the kids, while my husband goes out to work. Carl is an investment banker and we do very well financially. Our set up is all very 1950’s housewife and believe me I never thought this would be my life. I was a career woman once to. I was editor at one of the world’s best fashion magazine and I loved it so much. I was even so successful I lived in New York for five years. I thrived on power and loved being in control. I really was your typical designer clad, power suited, man eater that everybody feared and was in awe of. I still get calls to this day asking me to return to the fast paced magazine world and I could do now as the kids have all started school but although I hate to admit it I am scared. I really don’t know if I can do it anymore. I think I prefer to leave things on a high where everyone still thinks highly of me instead of going in and making a mess of things.

I met Carl in New York, he is an America. We met at a work dinner and straight away I knew he was different from the countless men I had dated since arriving in the Big Apple. We hit it of straight away. Carl is very similar to me, very feisty, controlling and opinionated. We quickly fell in Love and moved in together after just three weeks. A world wind romance but we both knew we had found the “one” and we didn’t see the point in wasting time. At first we loved that we both had similar qualities and goals but I suppose naturally over time someone had to become a little more submissive and that someone just happened to be me. I don’t even know when it happened, perhaps, it was after our fabulous New York society wedding but slowly and surely I found myself changing. I became less opinionated, didn’t feel the need to argue every point, and I started holding back at work. In the end when I found out I was pregnant with our first child Libby and Carl was putting pressure on me to resign from my job I was more than happy to agree. We decided to move back to London to be closer to my family and things have pretty much stayed the same ever since.

My problem is I was bored. I did not want to go back to work so I had to find something else to occupy my time in London. London is a huge city with lots going on but I still wasn’t satisfied. I was happy with living in London but just needed an extracurricular activity to do when my husband was at work and the kids where at school. It was then that I came across a London Escort agency. They were looking for mature Escorts to work during the day. The money you get as an Escort is fabulous but that is not the reason I wanted to be one. I felt like being an Escort would give me back my confidence and help me get control and excitement back into my life. The London Escort agency where happy to take me on as one of their mature Escorts so I started seeing clients and I loved the buzz it gave me. Being an Escort is not at all sleazy or degrading, it is extremely liberating, and day by day I am getting my old spark back.