My Wife the Escort

Damien Dsoul
Aug 9, 2017 · 8 min read

My wife is a slut and an escort.

I know it may surprise some of you who are reading this, but this is true. Though you’d never know this if we met. On the surface, my wife and I make for a happy, drug-free all-American mid-western couple. We haven’t any kids yet, though we’re making plans for it in the future. But that’s all on the surface. It’s what lies beneath that differs.

I work as an executive consultant for a pharmaceutical company. My wife works part time as a paralegal. Though work hasn’t always been too steady for her, especially for the past several months and this was when she decided to take on being an escort to help bring some bacon to the table. Not that she actually needs to. Excuse me for being candid, but my wife loves to fuck. She especially loves to fuck black men; they are her preferred customers.

Only once has she told me of following a white costumer to his hotel room, and it hadn’t been satisfactory to her. I know this because she always regales me with her nightly exploits whenever she returns home to me. And I never stop loving her for it, yearning to hear of whatever she’s been up to sexually and with whom. Always I end up tasting her pussy and I swear I can perceive the aftermath of another man’s cum still coating my wife’s pussy. I love the smell. She knows I love it too. For months I’ve been begging her to take me along on the prowl, to watch her do her thing. Nothing would have pleased me more than to watch her taking another man’s cock — especially a black man’s cock — in her mouth and pussy as well. On a number of occasions she’d allowed more than one to fuck her. It drives me crazy picturing it every time she told me about it, yet sad that I wasn’t there to watch.

Two weeks ago, she finally agreed to my pressing demands. She got a call from one of her regulars — an out of state businessman who flew into town the night before and wanted to hook up with her. She told me he was a high-roller; sometimes she allowed him to fuck her on discount, that’s how much she loves getting fucked by him. Her prices vary between a hundred for an hour or two, and two-fifty if her costumers want her for the night. This particular man usually preferred having her stay for the night. I was pretty much giddy with excitement for the fact that I was actually going to watch her in action. I was going to watch another man fuck the shit out of my wife. I was pumped so up I could hardly wait!

The day arrived and I drove my wife to the hotel where her client was staying. She was wearing a white blouse, gray skirt and stockings. She looked gorgeous. I was careful not to admire her too much for fear my hard-on might take control of the steering wheel.

We got to the hotel and she called the man on her phone while I eased into an empty parking slot; he told her he was waiting in the bar.

Minutes later we walked into the hotel and found him where he said he would be. She introduced me to him, explained who I was and pleaded if he would allow her such a favor. The man was all smiles and said no problem. He asked if we’d care for a drink. My wife had a gin and tonic; I stuck with a glass of Bacardi and ice. We made idle conversation while outside the sky grew dark. The man was pleasant and quite chatty. I could easily imagine why my wife enjoyed spending time with him.

Drinks over, we left the bar and went upstairs to his floor. He held my wife closer to him and kissed her neck; they made like I wasn’t even there. Walking down the corridor with them in front of me, I took a quick snapshot of my wife. She held up the back of her skirt to show me she had nothing underneath.

My God, she truly was a horny slut!

We entered his suite and the man then took control. He told me where to plant myself in the room and told me not to move an inch from there unless I wanted to use the bathroom.

They came at each other like hungry lions, kissing while simultaneously struggling with each other to get out of their clothes. They tumbled onto the bed afterwards. The man knelt by the edge holding my wife’s legs apart and ate her pussy. I unzipped my pants and stroked my cock in my hand while I watched. The man came to his knees and my wife gripped his cock with both hands and pulled it toward her face. The man held her head up and groaned while she tugged on his cock. The way she rolled her tongue over his meat made me envious . . . and twice excited. I definitely would have missed all this if I hadn’t begged her to let me come along.

The man had enough foreplay and then had her on her elbows and knees and he fucked her from behind. My wife whimpered and moaned with pleasure. The man slapped her butt hard and she whipped her blonde hair side to side till he eventually grabbed and yanked at her hair. She was panting harder now and steadily thrusting her butt backwards, yelling at him to fuck her harder.

Later the man pulled out of her and I watched his cock drip with my wife’s pussy juice. He was breathing heavy and his torso was all sweaty but didn’t look like he was done yet. I was happy to know that because I definitely wouldn’t have wanted him to cum so soon. Not when I myself was miles from cumming as well.

He allowed my wife to clean his cock for a while before he then came off the bed and lifted her into his arms. My wife wrapped her legs behind his back and he fucked her like that for a while. Afterwards he rolled over on his back while she straddled him. She fixed his prick inside her vagina and rode him up and down like she was riding a yo-yo. His hands gripped her butt and left welt marks on her flesh while they gasped in each other’s face.

She was gasping while slamming her butt down hard on him. At one time his cock fell out of her and she deftly returned it back into her pussy and proceeded to ride him like a stallion. She just went crazy with her moans, mouthing off expletives while bucking her pelvis against his abdomen, flinging her hair in a dervish. Her cries would probably have woken the dead. The bed buckled under their weight; the room was their combined grunts and exertions. The man cocked his feet and proceeded slamming into her while gasping her butt with his hands. My wife hollered his name over and over. She pleaded for him to fuck her harder . . . told him how she missed his thick cock and how she always looked forward to fucking him.

They kept on fucking like that till the man decided eventually to turn my wife over and was back to being on top of her. I edged forward in my chair, not wanting to miss the sight of his cock sinking back into my wife’s fuck-hole. It looked so beautiful the way their skin contrasted against each other. I’d watched countless numbers of porn flicks, especially interracial ones, and I’ll confess right now that nothing beats the sight of watching a black man fuck a white woman to submission. Now imagine when it’s your wife that’s being fucked and then you know just how fucking excited I was that night.

I was by now stroking my prick to the rise and fall of my wife’s moans. She held her legs high over her head and the man, rather athletic he was, balanced himself on his heels and kept hammering down on my wife’s pussy like he wanted to hurt her. He too was grunting harder. He lowered himself afterwards, slipped his hands under my wife’s ass and still he kept on fucking her, fucking her pussy he owned it.

My wife hollered and screeched the man’s name. It was almost a sad relief for me when the man suddenly announced he was about to cum. I was now hovering closer to the bed wanting to see it happen. My wife lowered her legs and tightened her grip on him like she too didn’t want to miss a thing. The man tensed and he gave a long groan as his hips pumped his prick deeper and deeper into my wife’s cunt. My wife gave a room-shattering whimper the moment she felt him ejaculate inside her womb.

The man remained on top of her for a couple of seconds before slipping off her to the side, gasping hard. My wife too was moaning her concluded pleasure; her cunt was now a wide open pink gash. The man’s cum oozed freely out of her vagina like milky lava. It was only then that I felt a sudden wetness on my hand and I realized to my surprise that I’d ejaculated in my hand. My pants was soiled with cum spray.

I left the chair and fled into the bathroom. I was still swiping cum stain off my pants when I heard my wife call my name. I disposed of the handful of tissue I’d used to wipe my pants and flushed it down the toilet before returning to the room.

My wife was still in the same position as I’d last seen her except now she held up her palm which contained some of the man’s cum and she was smiling at me.

“Well, honey, aren’t you going to get down to work?” she said.

I knew what she meant and she knew I did too. The man now occupied the chair I’d earlier sat on and was staring at me; his flaccid cock lay lifeless between his thighs.

I came to the bed and cleaned the droplets of cum off her hand then brought my face toward her crotch and wasted no time licking her pussy clean. My wife moaned from the ministrations of my tongue. Her hand caressed the back of my neck as I kept on eating her pussy.

“You’re such a darling,” she said. “I hope you had fun watching.”

I certainly did, I wanted to tell her. But so lost was I at what I was doing, my only response was to continue feasting on her swollen labia.

“Don’t forget to clean my client’s cock,” she said to me when I was done.

The man left the chair and came toward me; his penis was starting to come back to turgid life. I came off the bed and dropped to my knees before him. So unprepared was I when the man grabbed my head and thrust his cock at my face.

“Get to work, boi!” he snapped. “I ain’t got all day.”

That was exactly what I did.


Damien Dsoul

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Erotic Writer. Troublemaker. Sex Fiend https://about.me/shango1615

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