He didn’t tell me he was married.
There was no wedding band, no photographs about the house and no sign
of a woman’s touch. But he was married as I found to my cost when
we were enjoying a particularly intimate moment in his bedroom and we
heard the key turn in the lock.
The look on his face was priceless, a
mixture of panic and real fear. I didn’t understand at first and I
asked him what the matter was but he just kept mumbling under his
breath and cursing. I’ve never seen a man get dressed so quickly
but I didn’t see any reason to rush, until he grabbed me by the arm
and begged me to do him a really big favour. I agreed and so it came
to be that I spent an entire night in a broom cupboard listening to
my date for the evening – I am an escort by the way – having hot,
passionate and noisy sex with his wife only a few feet away from me.
To be honest it was quite a turn on
listening to the couple and so I was a little naughty, opening the
cupboard door a few inches, just enough for me to be able to watch.
I’m a visual kind of girl and the view of the couple getting it on
was really exciting. I decided to film them on my mobile phone and
that almost gave the game away because a light came on. I quickly
ditched the camera idea and just enjoyed the event real time instead.
As an escort I am a firm believer in discretion but then again, it
wasn’t my idea to be in a broom cupboard. I would be well paid of
course. As anyone knows an escort for an hour or two is fantastic
value pound for pound. I mean, how many guys get to enjoy extra
special attention from a gorgeous girl? If you were dating someone it
would cost just as much by the time you factor in a meal, some drinks
and a cab. But if you book an escort for an entire evening you need
to be minted, I admit it. And my boy had better be seriously loaded
because he wanted me to stay a whole eight hours in an uncomfortable
space and leave in the morning after his wife went to work.
As it happens his wife was a nurse and
had an early shift. I would have thought she was a sex worker because
she was such an animal in bed, but know she worked in accident and
emergency. As a bi-sexual escort I enjoy the company of women as well
as men and I wouldn’t have minded an hour or two with her myself.
Anyway, she left around seven in the morning and I emerged from my
room and collected my money. But then he asked me if I had another
couple of hours free as it would be a shame not to carry on where we
left off the night before. I wasn’t doing anything so I thought why
not. I still had images of him and his wife naked and enjoying a full
on sex session so there was a little bit of pent up desire within me
that I needed to take care of. He got the best sensual massage of his
life that morning I assure you!
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