Loving Wife Online

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This is a story about me working as an escort, and hooking up with a customer who wanted to show the whole thing to her husband online. Check out the second chapter below to see how it’s written:

Now some stories have this long, slow build-up before you even get to the sex, but I always skip those parts, so let’s jump ahead to me arriving at the hotel, feeling all grown up and classy, a boner in my pants. I was going to fuck Tara W~, 42, from Seattle, and I was looking forward to it.

I called from the lobby and she told me to come up, that she had a bottle open, she was ready.

I took the elevator and checked myself in the mirror. I looked good, but I wondered how long I could keep this up. It got in the way of relationships, and while that felt cool and smart – I was a grad student paid to fuck – I could see things getting complex if I met a girl I liked.

I got to the floor, found her room, and rang the bell. It opened, and there was Tara, looking slightly drunk in a business suit.

For an hour and a half I was hers – The Man with the Golden Dick.

I was all smiles, and so was she.

She pulled me in, gave a kiss, and locked the door.

“Sit down, have a drink,” she said, walking towards a couch, a low table with a big ice bucket, two bottles of champagne and two glasses, along with a laptop, box of tissues, small travel bag and a Venetian mask, and I wondered if she liked to party.

“I was just chatting with someone,” she said, tapping something shut on the computer and pouring me a drink, handing me the glass, “but we can do that later.”

“Thanks,” I said, and took a sip, enjoyed it, but then Tara told me to stand up, take my jacket off, and turn around.

“I like to see what I’m getting,” she said, and reached out to touch my ass and then my abs – one of my key selling points, along with my dick .

“Mommy likes,” she said, with a wicked grin that got me hard. “Now sit down and we’ll get to know each other better.”

I sat down and went back to my drink and Tara started touching me – my legs and thighs, and then my package, and I was already hard, so she liked that, and I looked down at her hands going over my crotch and saw a wedding ring shine, and she noticed too.

She shrugged.

“I do this when I’m travelling for work. Gives me something to look forward to. Nice break from my husband, too.”

She looked to see how I reacted.

I couldn’t help but smile – I loved fucking married women.

“That doesn’t shock you, does it? I guess a lot of your customers are…”

Her voice trailed off.

“It’s OK,” I said, freshening up both our glasses and feeling the wine hit my face. “I provide a service. Discretion is my thing. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

I never knew exactly what to say, was always more comfortable making love or fucking, and I watched and wondered what she liked.

Tara stood up and took her jacket off, started undoing her blouse, and I could see she had a good figure, liked being in control.

“So you’ll do whatever I want, within reason, and keep quiet about it?”

“Of course,” I said. “Just tell me what you want. It’s best for both of us.