Life as an escort while married [FM]

Hello everyone. I’ve enjoyed reading posts and decided I would share a bit. I’m not sure how many people can relate to my situation but here’s my submission.

I have worked as a high end escort for about 7 years. As with most women in this industry, I started when I was in college. A friend I went to school with had done it for about six months when she convinced me it was a good way to make money and I thought it would be a way to relieve the pressure of being a student trying to make it through school.

To clear up some things I will tell you a couple quick facts. I am married. I met my husband while I was already working as an escort. He was a client. Now he works as my body man which essentially is the guy that takes me to clients and makes sure he’s close enough if anything gets sideways. I’ve been lucky enough that nothing ever has. I’m also lucky that I have a husband that enjoys hearing details of my work activities.

Most of my clients are in to the dating role. It’s usually, and I do mean usually, me meeting the client, going to dinner, date type stuff and then ending up at their home/hotel. Sex is not always on the menu. More men than you could imagine merely want company and that is it. Others can’t wait to get clothes off.

My husband is average sized in the pants, possibly smaller than the American average. We have good sex but he enjoys hearing about details about clients above almost anything. I oblige, but many times I cut out details that might make him jealous. One client in particular I removed most of the details that I will share with you now.

Everything went as typically does. Ground rules are set and we talk about what we will do for the evening. This client included picking me up, dinner, going to a club and returning to his hotel. And then of course we discussed the “invoice”. This is usually when you can tell what the night will entail.

As planned he arrived at the pick up location which is always public. He was a very well dressed black man that was very well put together. Was wearing a suit and tie, which is unusual but he pulled the look off extremely well. My husband talked to him and explained the safety measures and the itinerary. All went well and I got in his car and was off for the evening.

I was nervously chatting which is typical for me. He was very laid back and quite interesting to talk to. I was caught off guard a bit because usually having his credentials would mean he doesn’t want or need an escort. We had dinner and chatted a lot. He told me about work. I told him about myself a bit. Then we went to the club almost immediately. Driving to the club we held hands which was the first time he touched me. He was polite throughout and it was a welcome change to the typical overly affectionate clients I’m accustomed to.

We got to the club and it was packed. After waiting to get in he asked if I minded just going to get ice cream instead. It’s his money, I’ll go wherever. We had dessert and then got in the car. I asked where to next and he said to his hotel. I didn’t complain a bit.

We arrived and rode the elevator up while holding hands. He looked me in my eyes a few times and I was pretty happy about the whole thing. When we got to his room I messaged my husband to let him know and then used the bathroom to freshen up a little. I came out and he was making coffee. We sat at the table in his suite and talked a little. I was starting to get the impression nothing was going to happen. I slid over next to him and cuddled up to see if I could get things moving. It was clearly a good choice.

We started kissing which is almost my favorite thing not including sex. I tried to rub his leg but he grabbed my hand to stop me. I went along with it. I asked if I was willing to have sex. I’m an escort. Seems to come with the territory. I said yes and he started to remove my clothes slowly while we continued to kiss. He was an amazing kisser and I was very turned on. The small bottle of lube wouldn’t get pulled out tonight!!

Eventually I was naked and he was only in his dress pants. I could see a bulge and was anxiously awaiting the moment I could pull him out of those pants. Finally he undid his belt buckle and removed his belt. Then he set his arms along the back of the love seat giving me the signal I could proceed.

I was nervous and fumbled with the button way longer than necessary, slid the zipper down and pulled his pants down. I uncovered the most gorgeous cock I have ever seen in my life. He was and remains to this day the largest I have ever had. I’ve seen the term cock shock used recently and it is an overly accurate description. He felt twice as long as my husband and significantly thicker. He wasn’t totally hard but it felt porn big. My pussy was a sloppy mess by this point.

I started sucking on him to the best of my ability. This was the most fun I have ever had sucking cock. It was a real challenge and was a ton of fun. His cock was rock solid quickly and we were ready to go. He stood up and led me to his bed.

He wasted no time and moved me to doggy position, which is every woman’s favorite. It is absolutely mine. Finally he positioned himself behind me and entered me. It was a lot more than I’m used to and I was breathless instantly. He started slow and worked up to a very hard and quick pace. Usually I’m talking to the client about how good they feel or something to make them feel good about themselves. I couldn’t say a damn word. I had a legitimate orgasm very quickly and another right behind it. He pulled out of me and rolled me over and set my legs on his shoulders. Doggy style usually feels the deepest but he had me positioned perfectly so I was taking him deeper than ever. Then he pulled the deal sealer. He put his hand on my throat. I started cumming all over the place uncontrollably. I don’t know how many orgasms I had but they all blended together in waves.

My client is without a doubt the biggest I’ve had, had the stamina to go significantly longer than any partner I’ve ever had and he had the ability to cum and not go soft. We spent the majority of the evening having sex to the point that in between sessions I had to message my husband to tell him I was ok, including the code word we use so he knows it’s actually me messaging.

At about 430am it was time to go home. We got dressed and I fought the fact I had very little ability to stand because my legs were weak. We left his hotel and headed to the pick up spot so my husband could retrieve me. We pulled in and my husband was about 10 minutes behind us. I spent that time giving my client the most motivated blowjob in the history of my life.

My husband showed up around the time I was wiping off my chin. I was paid and told my client to let me know if he was in town again. Once back in my husbands car the debriefing started. What did we do. How was it. Did he have a huge cock. Did I orgasm. On a scale of 1-10 how good was the client in bed. I lied my ass off. We had sex but it was ok. He was about average sized. No I didn’t orgasm. He was 5-10 in bed.

I have more than a couple rendezvous’ with this particular client and he continues to pay well. At some time in the future I could see myself just meeting him without the client/escort relationship.

My husband does suspect I’m not completely honest with him about clients. I won’t try to demean him so I tell him that I do it for the money and that’s it. For this client though it’s about the sex. We don’t even go out anymore. Take out food straight to the hotel. It’s a pretty good arrangement.

If you have any questions about my work let me know. Please no whore shaming, though I’m immune to it for the most part. Thanks for reading.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/942pka/life_as_an_escort_while_married_fm