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I could feel rivers of semen leaking out and dripping onto my bottom as I lay in his arms contentedly smiling to myself. I had just had sex for fifteen hundred dollars. And I had been well and truly fucked. By a handsome young man. With his big beautiful cock.
I was happy.
We dosed together off and on. Finally I slipped from underneath him and took a quick shower, emerging nude from the bathroom to go find my panties on the sofa. As I walked, I realized I had a very stretched out and bow legged feeling. It made me smile.
I dressed and straightened up as well as I could and I found fifteen hundred on the dresser laid out for me.
I pulled a blanket up over my sleeping client, taking just a moment for last-minute admiration of his cute bottom, and to take a last lingering look at his testicles between his spread thighs.
I kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Good night and sleep well, Brett."
I silently left the room, and went to retrieve my car, feeling very satisfied with myself. As I passed the reception area, I wondered if they must know that I am an escort on her way home, finished with her client.
I didn't mind. I was proud.
When I got home, I pulled off the dress, kicked off the shoes, and flopped onto the bed falling almost immediately into blissful sleep.
Saturday morning I was in the bathtub at nine o'clock, trying to work out some kinks and a few aches and pains from my athletic adventures.
I was full of conflicting feelings. Guilt vs. exhilaration. Fear vs. excitement. Soreness vs. the desire to have another date with a client right away. Love for my husband vs. allowing a client to ejaculate inside my body.
Obviously I was confused, but I felt strangely happy, satisfied, and smug.
Caroline called and I gave her the play by play. She was very happy and excited for me. She marveled when I told her about his...endowment. She was jealous. I was smug. That conversation made me feel more confident to continue as an escort.
Robert called and we talked for an hour. In a nutshell, Brett had informed him that he was smitten with me and wanted me again soon. He wanted to become one of my 'regulars'. Robert was very, very pleased when Brett asked what it would cost to have me to himself for a full weekend. I wondered if I'd survive a weekend with Brett, but I was pleased too, and mentioned that it wasn't out of the question.
My husband was due home that night, but would be leaving again next Wednesday, so I told Robert I would be available to entertain another client that weekend. He was again pleased.
Well, that's how it all started, and that was three years ago today. In the past three years, I have kept a diary, detailing my liaisons with more than 70 clients, and how I manage my "magic eleven" regulars. And yes, Brett is still one of my boys. In fact, I'll be seeing him Saturday afternoon...
I hope to write more about my experiences with clients, and my double life as a wife/mother, and well paid escort. But I've got to get into the shower now. I have a date tonight.
Sincerely,
Katie
- COMMENTS
Anonymous29 days agoIt's just a story, and not a particularly engaging one at that. Politely and euphemistically, the wife is a Sex Worker. In reality, she fucks for money and is a whore or prostitute. Putting lipstick on a pig with verbiage doesn't make the pig a Swan.
sammi_in_the_snows29 days agoFabulous, exciting story! I am a man with a tiny endowment. The Wife has always been very loving and understanding. However, I wish she could have enjoyed this experience with a well-endowed man.
Anonymous3 months agoInteresting story. But here is my opinion of sex workers. Whether you are on onlyfans, porn hub or an escort service, your clients eventually get bored with you. Many a young woman has started out gang busters on only fans, to find her clients want more and more from her, and eventually just get bored. And actual escorts will separate their real lives, from the business. Passion is non existent. If you are a 20 year old man, it probably won’t make a difference to you. But 30 plus, you crave the passion and connection, which are missing. And 40 plus women, as a group, are not the cream of the crop. They start to have lubrication issues, saggy boobs, etc. A 20 year old escort, as a general rule, is going to command more money, and will be booked more often. It is a cruel trick of mother natures, that men peak in their mid 20’s, and women in their mid 30’s. Fact of life….
olblueyes9 months agoenjoyed this story very much,,and to all the naysayers,,IT IS A STORY! IT IS MADE UP<<NOT TRUE!! lighten up and enjoy the fantasy lolol,, im sure there are people all over the world doing something like this! so what? its their lives!....if you dont like this type story,,why are you here? find something you enjoy!
Anonymous10 months agoSome nitpickers are worried about her taxes. The agency charges $1000 per hour for dining/dancing companions of which she gets $600/hr. That is probably paid to her as a modeling or consulting fee and would taxed at regular rates. Her tips would unknown.
As to how she accounts for the extra money to neighbors, etc. She has two kids in college; perhaps she simply pays their tuition and finances a luxury vacation for her husband and herself. She was already driving a Lexus so it isn't as if she went from riding public transit to a fancy car.
Also, she was a very beautiful woman, a winner of the genetic lottery. If she wished, she could tell her husband she was doing some modeling on the side to account for the taxable income.
