The Wife has become a High Class Escort.
4,500 words by Dante.
Excerpt from Chapter 1.
Pete here, and I just wanted to share our experiences and how my lovely wife Terri became a high class escort.
I’ve been playing with myself all night, as Terri had a call yesterday evening, and went to see a new client. She was dressed in a sexy short, silvery blue skirt with black tights. Her honeypot was neatly trimmed, she always let’s me do that, before she goes out to meet a client… Mainly to remind me of her beautiful and tight, heart of femininity, that she’s going to let some stranger fuck, and sometimes, they keep her all night. I usually end up licking her out, like a crazed animal when she arrives home, as she holds her legs back, and tells me to clean her up and be a good little cuck. She never let’s me fuck her if she’s going to meet a client, so I have to wank my own cock, as I snog and suck her smooth thin pussy lips into my mouth.
The taxi picked her up at 7 PM and on this particular evening, she told me she had to go to the Intercontinental hotel in Park Lane, London. Terri only went with very rich clients, her friend introduced her to this woman, who runs the agency a few months ago, and now she earns about seven hundred pounds a night on average, but can be over a grand, if the client wants anything unusual, like having his wife present, or if there’s more than one guy, like a bachelor party or group session.