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Wife's friend is an escort
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My wife doesn't know I visit escorts. I found a nice Indian escort online - classy and extremely sexy. I called her and voice was sexy as hell. I agreed a time and price and she gave me her postcode. When I reached the place and called her she gave me her flat number. I reached and pressed the bell. She opened the door still hiding behind the door. I entered and she closed the door behind us. We both looked at each other for the first time now. We both were shocked with our mouth open. Shamaila? I said. Rahul? She said. She was my wife's very best friend. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Shit! I thought I was busted and instinctively turned around to leave but then. Even at 32 years of age, Shamaila lived with her parents and her 2 younger siblings. My wife told me she had a boy friend but she kept it a secret from her family as they were conservative. Any Indian here will understand what it would mean for her even if her parents/ family finds out she had a boy friend, leave alone the fact that she provided sex for money, she was a whore, a slut.
I realised, she was as busted as I was. I looked at her face and she had the same horror on her face I had a few seconds ago. I kept a hand on her shoulder and said let's talk and entered her flat leaving her there. I got to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She followed slowly and entered the room with her face hung in shame. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I felt in control. My confidence surged and I realised how horny I was to be willing to spend 200 quid for a shag. After a few seconds, I kept a hand on the edge of the bed and asked Shamaila to come and sit next to me. She looked at me and said from a distance, Rahul, this is wrong. You should leave. I kept my hand there and she came and sat next to me. She looked exquisite. She was wearing a see through nightie with lace work and her cleavage looked so nice I wanted to bury my face in it and blow raspberries. I had always fancied her whenever she had come to our house but then she was my wife's good friend and I did not want to jeopardise my relationship so never made any wrong move. Only imagined her on my bed while fucking my nice wife.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I was the first one to speak. Shamaila, I know this will always be a secret between us but now that we've come this far, I don't think I can turn back. I told her I fancied her from the day I cast my eyes on her. We started to talk and she explained why she was doing this. She enjoyed the company of men and it was easy money. She only did it 2 days a week. After a bit of talking, I placed my arm around her back and brought her closer. There was some sexual tension between us and I brought her closer and soon our lips were touching. I started kissing her and pressed my tongue inside her mouth. She reciprocated and I felt her hands around my waist. The kiss became passionate and we fell on the bed and kept kissing. I wasn't kissing an escort, a whore. it was different. I felt the thrill and excitement go down my spine.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I was still dressed and had my hands exploring Shamaila's curves. I had my hand on her ass and she was on top of me whilst I lay on my back on the bed. I had all those past thoughts running in my mind. All the time Shamaila had visited our house, I had a thing for her but she always portrayed as a nice disciplined typical Indian girl who would never get involved in such a thing. She never gave me any wrong signals never revealed too much and she always spoke for women's rights and I thought of her as a feminist. And here she was a different person altogether. I remembered one night she had come to our place and stayed the night. The guest room was adjacent to our bedroom separated by nothing but a plasterboard wall. I was so horny that night I started watching porn in bed while my wife chatted with her friend. Later that night when she did settle her in her room and finally came to our room, I jumped on her like a hungry lion. She asked me to be quite but I was too horny and quickly slipped her out of her clothes that were lying on the floor. I took my naked pretty wife In my arms and dropped her on the bed. Part of exhibitionist myself wanted Shamaila to hear. In fact I wanted her to see me fuck my wife so I didn't care about the noise we made. My shy wife however was worried and told me she'd give me a blowjob as it'll be less noise. I disagreed and started licking her pussy. She started moaning in a very low voice. I could hear some sounds from the next room as if things were moving. When my wife was fully wet I gave her my hard cock which she gladly sucked and made it like a thick iron rod. A few minutes later I pushed her on the bed and placed myself in between her legs. As I am very big I normally start slowly to make space and then pickup my pace. But that night I wanted her to make noise. I pushed myself with a greater force and it did the trick. She screamed and put her hand on her mouth to stop from screaming. I was fucking her like an animal that night and although she loved it she said she was embarrassed to face her friend the next morning who obviously heard everything going on.
Now that Shamaila was on top of me half naked my tongue exploring her wet mouth and my hands grabbing and parting her butt cheaks, what she must have thought that night. I decided to ask her when I was done with her |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I am heading to an Arab escort who has agreed for ass fuck and recording it all on camera. If anyone wants to chat and see the footage feel free to message me directly. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I am heading to an Arab escort who has agreed for ass fuck and recording it all on camera. If anyone wants to chat and see the footage feel free to message me directly. "
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I started exploring her mouth. I was getting dominant. I wrapped my hands around her waist. She wasn't a very petite woman but I turned her around on the bed and pressed her under my body weight. I wanted her to know who was the master. I then licked her cheeks. Escorts usually don't let you do that. But this was different. They don't even let you touch them before you've paid them full. But here she was under my full control without a penny paid. Why would I. She was my wife's good friend after all. That's the least she can do to please her friends sister. To take care of those needs that her friend wasn't taking care of. I smooched her and gave her a rough Kiss biting her lips. She moaned. But didn't complain. Then I got up. Still on her. Still pinning her down. But lifted my body up. I looked at her. She looked so pretty. I wondered why she charged only 200 for an hour. She could easily charge more. I've had girls who charged more and were not even half as pretty as she was. But then I guess this is how it works. You charge more and suddenly men who can afford you decrease and if you work just two days a week as a slut, you gotta keep your rates affordable. I started unbuttoning my shirt. Nice and slowly. She looked at me but then looked away. I was constantly looking in her eyes. But she was hesitant. She had a feeling of guilt. Of cheating her friend. I had none. I had gotten over those feelings in the first year of our marriage. I understood I could not live with just one pussy for my life. I was enjoying her feelings. I threw my shirt on the ground and then asked her to look at me. Eye to eye. I love it when girls look straight into my eyes. That's the real sex. Real connection.
I got up. She lifted her body too. She rested on her elbows. Still watching me undress. I loosened my belt. Undid my button and then let the pants drop on the floor. My hard cock was visible from under my briefs. The shape was clearly visible. But that wasn't enough. I waited till her eyes moved from my eyes to my bulging rock. I wondered if she was thinking how big will it be. Or whether escorts stop thinking that? Do they get used to it so much that it doesn't matter. I will be getting all these answers soon. But she kept her gaze on my bulging briefs. She was getting over her guilt. She was becoming shameless. She was becoming who she was - a slut. A whore. I put my fingers on the side of my briefs and slowly started to pull it down. A few inches of sliding and I was at the point where another push and my cock would jump out. And that's what happened. I pushed it further and my mister cock stormed out like a hungry wolf. Hard as a rock. Erect as a tower. Shamaila saw my cock and there was a mixed feeling in her mind. I could tell. A feeling of excitement and a feeling of jealousy. She was excited that she was going to get a God shagging. But she was jealous of my wife. She had such a great thick cock to play with. All for herself. She was jealous because her secret boyfriend didn't come close to it. She had a glimmer in her eyes. She wanted to take it in her hands but I was a bit too far from it. Not for long. |
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