Wife's Escort

My fondest memory was of my wife when I encouraged her to arrange for a visit from a male escort. She nervously called and scheduled him to come to our house. She almost backed out when he pulled up. I hid in the next room and listened as he came in the door. I was totally excited. She was wearing a black see-through gown. I heard him compliment her on her body and heard him removing her gown. She told me later what happened. After a soothing massage, he kissed her body all over. He laid her down on the couch and tongued her from her neck to her feet. I heard her moaning the whole time. The hour was up, and it was time for him to go. I ejaculated as I listened to her thanking him over and over again as he walked out the door.

— Peter, 47