“What if you just paid ME?” Holly asked her husband, her eyes wide and playful.
“YOU?” he frowned thoughtfully. “But that’s…I don’t know honey, it’s kind of….” He wasn’t sure how to put it delicately to his sweet wife that he wanted to pay a hooker to do things that he didn’t feel quite right doing to his spouse. How could she understand?
It first happened when they went to Vegas together a year ago. Ads for escorts had been impossible to miss. Sean wasn’t going to mention them, but Holly had asked him – those girls looked pretty, would he ever want to buy some time with one?
Of course not, he was a happily married man, he answered correctly.
But what if it didn’t bother his wife, Holly had asked. And a whole line of questions and surprising answers had been teased out.
And the next day, he’d bought a hooker while Holly was out shopping, with her blessing. He’d worn a condom, and he fucked that poor little strumpet up the ass until her eyes were watering. He enjoyed her in positions that were really only for his benefit, watched her wince as he jammed into her pussy so deep she cramped and whimpered. He choked her on his cock until she gagged, and painted her face with his semen.