I bought my husband an escort for his birthday and watched! [st8][prost]

Sophia was a pretty shop clerk from Italy who was trying to make it as a model but was escorting on the side. I found her on-line. Her body looked insane in the pictures and after exchanging a few e-mails, she agreed to meet me. We met at a coffee shop, me waving at her after she walked in and scanned the room. I was relieved she looked so clean and sane, in boyfriend jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. She was stunning with big brown eyes, pouty lips, long legs and long dark brown hair. She sat at my table and after exchanging pleasantries, got down to business.

“It’s my husband’s birthday and I think you’d make a nice gift. How much is your rent?”

“Fifteen hundred dollars a month.”

“How about I pay you one month’s rent in exchange for an evening of your company.”

She leaned in and smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

I told my husband, Roman to come right home after work; that I had a special birthday surprise waiting for him. He returned from the office at his usual time of eight to find me dressed in a proper wifey dress and black patent heels he loves so much.

“Happy birthday, darling,” I said, before kissing him. “I made you dinner. But first, sit down, relax. Martini?”

“Please.”

He took a seat on the couch and kicked off his shoes as he watched me throw some ice into the pre-measured drink and shake the shaker until it frosted in my hands. I poured his drink into a martini glass with two skewered olives and walked it to him. He playfully slapped my ass before taking a sip.

“Perfect,” he said.

Our cat, Duchess hopped up beside him and walked onto his lap. She was a most spoiled Persian cat whom he petted like a dog. She loved it.

“I didn’t know what to get you for your birthday.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Well, I did.”

“What did you get me?”

“A blow job.”

His lips twisted into a sly grin. “Ah, baby you’re the best.”

He moved Duchess off his lap. She jumped off the couch as he unzipped his pants. He then folded his hands behind his head and leaned back into the cushions.

“Now?” I asked. “Before dinner?”

“Like you said, it’s my birthday. I’d like my present now.”

I got up from the chair and he watched in confusion as I walked to the kitchen and entered the au pair room behind it. I returned with Sophia, dressed in panties and pumps, and led her to him by a gold chain. For the first time ever, I witnessed Roman truly dumbstruck and surprised.

“This is Sophia.”

I released the chain which fell between her peachy breasts to move the coffee table aside, giving her space to kneel before him. She had legs for days. I unbuckled his belt and unlatched his pants. His eyes still swam in disbelief. He was speechless, all senses revving. I walked over to the bar, passing Sophia awaiting my next command. After pouring myself a drink. I turned to see Roman’s eyes darting between me and Sophia.

“Turn around,” I called from across the room. “My husband is an ass man.”

She did so. Her panties clad butt was within his reach.

I returned to the chair across from him. I snapped my fingers. She turned and approached him to stand between his wide opened knees. His eyes roamed up and down her body appreciating those legs and tits. I snapped my fingers. She looked over her shoulder. I pointed to the floor. Sophia faced him and knelt between his legs. He looked up at me.

“Happy birthday. Enjoy, sweetheart. Don’t mind me, I’m just going to watch.”

Sophia’s head went down on him and slowly began to bob like a well-practiced party girl. Roman seemed shocked, staring into my unflinching eyes. Duchess stepped up to Sophia and sniffed her thigh. I got up to retrieve my debauched cat. Roman stared at me as I picked Duchess up from the floor. I leaned over his slack mouthed face, my breast inches from his face to kiss his forehead before returning to my seat. He stared at me as I stoked my cat like a villainess until his eyes finally rested on Sophia. His hands went into her hair, finally registering the sensation of her busy tongue on his dick. The sound of her slurping was starting to turn me on. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight.

Duchess squirmed in my arms so I let her go. She roamed right back over to the couch and jumped onto it, inching over to Roman with her tail high in the air. She placed a paw on his chest. His heavy hand landed onto my fluffy white cat as I got up to retrieve her again. Duchess was determined to make it a threesome.

“No, no. Daddy’s busy,” I said, picking her up to put her away.

I put Duchess into the au pair room and closed the door before returning to the living room. Roman watched me walk in, retrieve my drink and sit to watch. He was trying hard to enjoy this for as long as he could, controlling his breathing, probably thinking about the stock market. He flung his head back and then looked down at Sophia’s gorgeous skin on her slim back. I was so hot that I wondered if she’d go down on me. We’d never discussed it. I could tell by the lust in his face that he couldn’t take it any longer. He clutched her head cursed as he orgasmed with groan while I squirmed my wet pussy into the chair. Moments after his last shudder, I walked over to help Sophia up. I handed her a napkin in case she didn’t want to swallow.

I said to her, “Come with me.”

Roman watched us leave until his head flopped back in total satisfaction.

I walked her back to the au pair’s room. Duchess scampered out as we entered.

“Wait here. Make yourself comfortable, have a drink,” I said, gesturing to the water, cognac and food I left for her.

She put on a robe I’d given her before and tied it before sitting and pouring a drink. I picked up Roman’s favorite sweatpants and t-shirt, that I had laid out earlier, went into the adjoining bathroom to wet a hand towel with warm water and returned to the living room.

As I approached him, I said, “We have her ‘til midnight, in case you want to go again.”

I set the sweatpants and T beside him, then knelt before hims to gently wipe away his jizz with a warm moist towel. He shuddered and sighed with a grin.

“I thought you said no more young things.”

“Let’s not be prudes. All I’m asking is that we be civilized about it. Let me know what you want to do and I’ll consider it. Besides, it’s your birthday. What else do you get the man who has everything?”

He got up to put on his clean clothes and plopped back into the couch, happy and spent.

“Do I get to see you with her later?”

“No, maybe next birthday," I said collecting his dirty clothes. "Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to check on dinner.”

“Put an apron on Sophia and have her serve me my dinner.”

The night is still young.

Scene from the upcoming book two of the ‘ROMAN’ series of erotic novels; sequel to ROMAN by Julian Delacourt.

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