Do you want me to give pleasure to your hot wife? I was waiting at the front door, wondering why I’m there. The phone call had been cryptic, to say the least. All I know is that a husband needs me for some kind of favour. I protested that it was late, but he said it would be worth my while, so now here I am.
He opens the door, looking nervous. “Hey James, thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” I reply, stepping inside. “Happy to help out.”
“Um, yeah, thanks for coming,” he says, forgetting that he’s thanked me already. He seems very distracted.
“Are you okay?” I ask, suddenly concerned for him. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, nothing like that,” he reassures me as I make my way down to the living room. “Do you want a beer?”
“Sure,” I reply, crashing on the couch.
The husband returns with two beers and we clink them together. “Cheers.”
“So where’s your hot wife tonight?” I ask in what I hope is an off-hand manner. One of the reasons I agreed to come out at this late hour was to please her.
The husband coughs. “Uh, she’s here. In the shower at the moment.”
“Uh huh,” I reply casually, picturing her naked and wet, wishing I could be her loofah.
“She’s kind of why I asked you here,” he continues, avoiding my gaze for some reason. “We need something. I just hope, uh, that it isn’t going to be too much to ask…”
“Look, this is hard for me to say, but I trust you are a good male escort ? I trust you.” He pauses, then continues. “I can trust you, right?”
“Yesss,” I reply, my tone implying that he is silly to ask.
That seems to satisfy him. “Okay. The thing is… uh… you probably won’t believe this, but, I.. uh… my fantasy is to watch my hot wife fucking with another man, to be honest.”
“So, is that why I’m here? You need someone to entertain her in front of you?” I ask tentatively.
“Yes James. My hot wife and I talked about it, and we thought that maybe we could make it work if I let her fuck someone else occasionally. She suggested you.”
“She suggested me?” I finally splutter.
“Yeah. Don’t ask me why,” he replies. “So, are you up for it?”
“Fine by me, I’m a male escort and it is my duty to please women” I agree.
“Let’s shake on it,” The husband proposes, reaching out his hand.
I shake, and the deal is done. “So when do you want me to give pleasure to your hot wife?”
“How about now?” comes a voice from behind me. I spin in the couch to find his hot wife standing in the doorway, her body wrapped to mid-thigh in a wet towel.
I look her in the eyes, trying to get a read on her expression. After a second she suffers a brief loss of confidence and diverts her gaze down, before visibly deciding “to hell with it” and straightening up proudly, looking right back at I with her hands on her hips.
“So, James, do you want some of this, or not?”
I smile, knowing that my conversation with her husband has revealed the perfect way to break the ice. “Come here lady. I think I know exactly what you need!”
She enters the room and walks around the couch to stand in front of me, while I stay seated. “And what would that be?” she asks, excitement plainly visible on her face.
I reach forward and tug at the towel. His hot wife makes no attempt to catch it as it unravels and drops to the floor at her feet. I can’t help but gasp slightly as I take my first look at her nude form, and my smile broadens into a stupid grin. Everything about her — her hips and thighs, her breasts, her belly and her smooth skin — all are as I dreamed and hoped. Amazingly I’ve skipped all the usual pleasantries in less than thirty seconds and suddenly found myself at eye-level with his hot wife’s sweet-looking pussy, shaved completely bald without a hint of stubble to be seen. This is going to be fun.
“Put your foot up on the couch,” I suggest, and she complies, revealing every intimate fold and crevice of that secret garden area between her legs. I shift position so that my face is mere inches from her snatch, and I take her by the hips, enjoying the feel of her soft, still-slightly-damp body under my palms. To my delight I discover that she does, in fact, smell of strawberries (but it’s most likely due to her shower gel, rather than her natural scent.)
The magic of the moment is broken by the husband. “I’ve shaved,” he says to her, sounding surprised.
“Mmm hmm,” replies his hot wife. “I feel so naughty being bare down there. Do you like it, James?”
I lean in and kiss her bald mons pubis, delighting in the smooth feel against my lips. “Very sexy,” I say encouragingly.
“It doesn’t normally look like that,” protests her husband, but I just roll my eyes at him before burying my face between his hot wife’s thighs.
I probe her with my tongue, slithering it up and down her slit and periodically lashing her stiffening clit. Almost immediately she starts to gently moan and sigh, gripping my head in her hands to pull me closer. As I tongue her, my hands roam around her hips and arse, gently squeezing and stroking the soft curves of that most-womanly of areas. Soon his hot wife’s crotch is wet with spit and her own juices and you’re making some very sloppy-sounding noises down there.
“Oh yes, James, right there,” she sighs.
I double my efforts — sucking her nether lips into my mouth, then stiffening my tongue and fucking her hole, exploring her groove from end to end, but always remembering to come back to her clit. I can hear her breathing quicken and her unbent leg begins to shake. I dig my fingers into her arsecheeks and make rapid circles around her clit, occasionally flicking it from side to side or sucking on it hard.
“Oh… oh… ohhhhh!” his hot wife moans, and words cannot express how sexy she sounds while she’s doing it. Her leg wobbles more and she falls forward against you, held up by one hand on the back of the couch and her pussy on my face. “Oh… oh… oh my God!” she cries, surprised and delighted, and her whole body vibrates in my hands. She’s pushing my face into her cunt as hard as she can, and I give up on breathing for the moment, focussing on getting her over the line. I keep munching away all through her orgasm, until hypersensitivity strikes and her legs wobble out from underneath her. She collapses into my lap.
“Oh wow,” she pants. I glance over at her husband with a smug expression and raise my eyebrows, as if to say “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He’s looking back at me with a strange expression I can’t read. It can’t be easy watching a male escort eating his hot wife’s pussy, after all.
“Is that what you needed, hon?” he eventually asks.
“It’s a good start,” his hot wife replies. She’s become aware of my raging boner pressing against her bare arse and she’s reached down to grab it through my pants. “I still want this cock inside me!”
I can see that he’s looking conflicted. “You don’t have to watch,” I suggest helpfully.
He smiles ruefully. “Keep going. Give her what she needs. I like to see that”
His hot wife twists in my lap and gives I a deep kiss, most likely tasting herself on my lips. Then she pulls back and looks at I playfully. “Take me to bed!” she orders, climbing off my lap.
I get up, my massive erection plainly evident, and direct a parting shrug at her husband before following his hot wife’s sexy arse as it sashays delightfully down the corridor.
His hot wife practically runs the last few meters to the bedroom, and I hurry to keep up with her. Once inside, she throws herself on the bed, then twists and shuffles to a seated position on the edge of the mattress, looking up at me with undisguised desire.
“Let me get this dick out,” she giggles. I stand between her parted knees, my bulge practically in her face, and she starts fumbling with my belt. I untuck my shirt and start rapidly undoing my buttons, finally tossing it to the floor just as my pants fall to my ankles. I try to extract my feet from my pants but my shoes get stuck.
His hot wife reaches out and grasps my prick through my underpants, feeling the shape of my shaft and my balls in her palm. “My God, James, I’ve wanted to get my hands on this kind of cock for soooo long!”
I almost reply that I’ve been thinking about her pussy for an equally long time, but decide against it, not wanting to make the conversation unnecessarily banal. Instead I continue trying unsuccessfully to shuffle my feet through my pant legs.
His hot wife tugs my underpants down and my cock springs out. She gasps in delight and wraps her hand around the shaft, gently tugging me. “It’s wonderful, James. So much bigger than my husband’s!” she marvels. “I just hope I can take it!”
She leans in, and I think she might be about to take I into her mouth, but she deflects and kisses the underside instead. I cringe a little. Hey, it’s been a long day, and I had no idea it might end in a blowjob. Next time you’ll shower first.
His hot wife looks up at me. “James, I don’t want any foreplay. I just want this beautiful cock inside me. And you don’t need to be gentle!”
Her words inflame my passions and I struggle frantically to free myself from those infernal pants. my shoes are still stuck but I manage to pull my feet out of them, finally kicking the tangled mess aside. Remembering that a naked man in socks is not a good look, I tug them off too, while His hot wife settles back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Then I throw myself on top of her, my stiff prick sandwiched between my body and her bald mound.
There’s some frenzied rummaging around as I both attempt to grab my cock and guide it home. I feel my knob slithering up and down her wet groove, before settling at her entrance. She grips my arse tightly with both hands and pulls I in, and my cock sinks slowly and inexorably into her tight tunnel, which stretches and enfolds my cock, like the waves of the ocean submitting to the bow of a newly-Christened ship as it glides down the slipway. Editor’s note: Similes aren’t my forte, are they?
“Oh wow, it’s been so long since I’ve had a decent-sized cock inside me!” sighs his hot wife.
There’s a cough from behind I and I twist back to see Her husband standing in the open doorway. He can’t have enjoyed overhearing his hot wife besmirching his penis size.
“Does he have to be here?” I ask his hot wife as I begin thrusting, feeling her pussy walls loosen up to accommodate the repeated incursion of my turgid invader.
“Let him stay,” she pants, “he might learn something and he likes to watch his hot wife.” Then she addresses her husband. “Dear, don’t just stand there like an idiot! Come and sit down if you’re staying!”
I shake my head in disbelief as her husband comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, barely a foot away from where I was fucking his hot wife. It’s a small comfort that he seems to be entranced with the rapturous expressions on her face, rather than my rapidly humping arse.
I decide to ignore him as best I can, staring into His hot wife’s eyes and groping her tits as I fuck her, my ballsack slapping against the lower parts of her bum cheeks. Her hands roam over my back, scratching at I with her nails, but they keep returning to grab lustily at my arse.
“Oh dear, he’s so big! It feels so fucking good,” moans his hot wife.
I smile to myself. I know that my cock is really big, but his hot wife is tight too, her pussy evidently untroubled by anything of decent size up to now.
“Fuck her harder,” suggests her husband.
I bury my face in his hot wife’s neck, kissing and nibbling my way up to her ear, while she writhes around underneath me. Taking her husband’s advice I step up the force and frequency of my thrusting, pounding his hot wife’s pussy like I’ve pounded no woman before.
She grunts and moans under the onslaught, her breath hot on my shoulder. “Fuck me, keep fucking me! Oh God, I can’t believe a male escort is actually fucking me!”
It’s wonderful to hear how much she’s been looking forward to this. It makes I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“I want to see you cumming,” his hot wife pants. “I want to see you shoot all over me.”
I moan and draw on all my reserves of energy, my hips slapping hard against her as I enter the home straight.
“But let me cum first,” she begs.
I ease off. Fuck, all these instructions are getting confusing. I hope I can execute them in the correct order.
“Cum fucking horny hot wife,” I whisper into her ear. “Cum now, so I can cum too. I’m gonna cover you with my cum!”
His hot wife gives out a little whimper, then her eyes widen and she lets out a tortured, orgasmic cry. Her body wriggles under mys and I feel her pussy walls twitching around my deeply-buried rod. I’ve managed to get her off purely from vaginal penetration, and probably in record time, too. Well done, you.
I keep fucking into his hot wife all through her orgasm and for maybe thirty seconds after, while her limp body flops like a rag doll under you. Then a familiar feeling starts to wash over I and I force myself to pull my cock out of her grasping cunt. I quickly get to my knees between her legs and take my cock in my hand, wanking it furiously while she stares at it with enraptured anticipation.
With an almighty groan I let loose. my rapidly-pumping fist flings my milky seed at his hot wife, spattering her stomach and heaving breasts. One thick glob lands at the base of her throat.
“OMG,” mutters her husband, clambering off the bed to get clear.
I milk out the last drops and flick them downward onto her shaved mound. His hot wife reaches down and runs her fingers through my semen, then moves on to gently rub her pussy with her gooey fingertips.
“Thank you, James. Thank you so much,” she whispers.
I look down at his hot wife’s beautiful nude body, artfully decorated with the previous contents of my balls.
Her husband moves in and sits on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. I move aside awkwardly, then climb off the bed and busy myself with trying to make sense of my inside-out pants and the shoes stuck inside.
“Was that what you wanted?” I hear him quietly ask her.
“Yes babe” she replies. “Thank you so much for letting me do this. I am your hot wife”
He leans over and kisses her, careful to avoid getting my cum on him, and she reciprocates with a passionate, tongue-twisting smooch that lasts for long enough while I jump in the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed.
“So, I might get going…” I suggest awkwardly.
Her husband looks back at you. “We’ll catch up soon, yeah?”
“Sure,” I reply.
He hesitates, then looks at his hot wife. She nods.
“And, uh… we might do this again, if that’s okay by you,” he suggests.
I grin. “No problem. You know where to find me, Sir!” I say.
“Good night darling. Enjoy the rest of the night.” I say.
“Good night James, thank you for pleasing me so well !” she replies
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