Married to a professional escort ... true story!

Evancuckabee

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We met at the front desk of a hotel 10 years ago.... did not know each other personally but ran in similar circles where our paths had crossed once or twice.
Had never been this close to her and did not realize that She was drop dead gorgeous, beautiful, and leaked “sexy “ all over my senses which meant I had no ability to reason or consider anything else but staying as near to her physically as possible.
I was regularly banging a different girl who stayed in this hotel and was familiar with most of the Escorts, Drivers, Roomates, drug dealers, and hotel staff that mingled amongst us hustlers as long as the rent was paid and you handled your business quietly!
 
Continued chapter #2

Quietly... I use that word loosely, even when I was alone I was louder than a teenage pillow fight.
Now keep this in mind, I had never paid over the counter for pussy so I was curious to see if she was just flat out “ Venus” the sexy goddess naturally or was she looking at me as a potential client, customer, John, trick... I have no idea how she or they wood label me or what I was going to wind up becoming ( I sure as hell would never have guessed) “ Her Husband”.
I kept my own room at this place and walked her back to her’s all the while pretending to be looking for a customer of the products and service I was offering to the underbelly of our community during this particular season of my life. She assured me that she had been given my menu of services before and was ready to kick the tires. She gave up some cash and the little information that I would need to put her on the active list of “pretty girls gone wild in the classified section of backpage” and asked for her number in order to notify her I had completed the task..... that is definitely true but I am a beast with text messages and sexy girls( or so I thought) and proceeded to test my skills with intermittent texting in order to fan the flames that I imagined were still fresh in the fireplace inside of her.....WTF? Which meant I was naked , watching porn , and partying with the blinds closed COMPLETELY!
 
Chapter # 3

Having achieved the optimum miles per hour I could now hit cruise control and focus on the ride and was ready for some scenery other then the ones moaning from my iPad, Freshly cleaned up and gallons of shower gel later , me , the room and the air within all smelling similar to the men’s section at bath and body works it was safe to give Sara the green light to come down the hall and see the work I had done for her in the last ten minutes.
I knew she partied like me and made sure I had ppd on hand so when I heard her scratch on the door ( her signature) I made sure I was finishing a blast and grabbed my iPhone 2 or 3 ( it wasn’t a 4 cause I bought me, her and pops one shortly after by adding them to a prearranged purchase of a customers).... looking as cool as possible and ending a fake call when she closed the door , I was immediately confused and not prepared for her next move..... “ Hey Ev, I am not going to be able to hang out at your room and have fun until you let me clean up this disgusting place for you “.......
 
Chapter #4

I was frozen in place... my mind had just , no wait , was still experiencing the electrical dance of those things that produce the effects of pleasure when the spark they release hits the padding on the walls of that thing that was never designed for the crossing of more Mexicans in a decade cross that thing that separates our country from there’s.... anyway all I felt was panic, insecurity, and the urge to run out of the room ( I hope I got the bath and body works odor right ) I must have cause she pulled out her baba that looked similar to my baba put it to her mouth and sparked her lighter.... when she removed it, (she had been staring at me this entire time) she walked two steps forward grabbed my faced an exhaled her self down my throat. She handed her gizmo and box to me and told me to finish her “ back” and watch “ because it would not be very long” before she approved the place agreeable to her likings.

I did exactly what she told me to do ( and I thought I had the ppd) finished the blast and I came when I touched my package and watched her bend over ( no panties) under her skoorts that were popular back then. 20 minutes later we were naked and fucked with the same intensity for the next 1100 days. SERIOUSLY!
 
Chapter #5

Sara and I must have broken up 1100 times during those early years and had to fight off lots of outside “ well meaning “ advisors” that were always quick with their opinions and suggestions on what each of us needed to do to achieve “peace of mind”.
I have since learned that this is the period that shaped the outline of our sexual behavior and what gave me sexy buttons that only can be pressed by Sara herself because God knows if I was able to be turned on by anything anything at all I would have been gone with no turning...even the porn I loved to get off on has since stop working, ( I am glad I filmed our hot encounters with others) because even today TEN YEARS LATER, I can only achieve an orgasm with Sara or watching videos of us on our one of our hot adventures!

Glad I stayed , not sure that she feels the same but I think she’s more then okay with her husband of ten years!!
 
Wow, I immediately recalled Pretty Woman. That was a fun and sensual read, ngl. I recently found out that my friend fell in love with an escort, and she’s a student at one of the local colleges. Guess that’s how she pays for her tuition. I suggested to my buddy to ask her out. Maybe she's his destiny. I’m less of a romantic, even though I’m just 30. I prefer to use male escort services at , maybe I should try to find my perfect guy there.
 
It sounds great in your example! But I think that not everyone would be as lucky as you. I'd be very suspicious of my wife, and it'd take me a long time to get rid of thoughts about whether she is faithful to me. For the first few months, I wouldn't have thought about it because of her likely professionalism. But when passion recedes, you start thinking about the future. And I don't want affairs for a couple of months anymore. I knew the girl from https://www.findher.ch/, and I could boast the same story as yours. But she was too young and ambitious, she was more interested in money than marriage. I'll wait until she earns more, lol.
 
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