My Wife, The Escort 4 (My Wife, The Escort Season 1)

by Victoria Kasari

  As soon as Harriet lifted her head, he slid out from under her and walked around the bed so that he was facing her. Pushing her down onto her back, he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart. “Condom?” he growled.

  There was a split-second’s hesitation from Harriet. It was so brief that maybe he didn’t even notice it. But I did. For just an instant, she’d considered saying something like fuck it, don’t bother. I saw her flush as she came to her senses. “In my purse,” she panted.

  Jared bounded across the room to her purse and dug his hand into it, rifling through the contents. He pulled out a box of condoms and took one out, then almost dived back between her legs. He stretched the condom onto his cock—the thing barely fit—and then positioned himself for entry.

  She stared down at him, her face flushed and her eyes huge. “Wow,” she said. “You’re...big.”

  He just grinned. He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, tracing up and down the join and then nuzzling inside. She gasped as he glided over her sensitive flesh.

  “You ready?” he asked, looking down at himself.

  She nodded. “Yes,” she said in a strangled voice. “But...go slow.”

  He eased himself slowly into her. The head pushed her wider and wider, her pussy lips parting and then stretching into an “O.” When he reached the widest point, they were a tight pink band around him and she was gasping and panting. I could see her inner thighs tense and strain and her back arch. He was very nearly too big for her...but she seemed determined to take him.“God!” she managed.

  He grinned again...and pushed.

  She groaned as he slipped inside her and filled her in one hot, slippery rush. Her head jerked up. “God!”

  He knelt there for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. He was almost all the way in her, as deep as he could be in this position. The sight of his huge body between her legs was epic. My wife looked like some Roman lady being ravished by a gladiator.

  And then he began to move. Long, slow thrusts, his muscular ass and thighs tensing as he powered into her. His fingers knit with hers and he bore her arms out to the sides so that she was pinned under him. Then he pushed with his knees, spreading her legs wider and wider until she was fully spread-eagled beneath him. Her eyes widened as he entered her even deeper, their groins pushing tight together. With each stroke, her eyelids fluttered. She’d probably never felt so utterly full.

  He fucked her like that for long minutes, his chest stroking over her nipples each time he moved into her. But it wasn’t enough for him. He suddenly withdrew from her, grabbed her ankles and lifted them, straightening her legs at the same time.

  “W—What?!” she asked, dazed.

  “I want to fuck you,” he growled. “Really fuck you.”

  I swear she almost swooned. And then, as he pushed her legs back towards her shoulders, bending her double, she gasped. He’d be able to enter her even deeper, his groin mashing right up against her upraised pussy, and my own cock twitched at the thought.

  He moved forward, his muscled weight pressing her knees down to her breasts and I saw her eyes widen at the sensation of being so utterly open to him. Then his cock was stroking over her pussy lips, as rock-solid hard and straining as I’ve ever seen a cock, and she was as wet and ready as I’ve ever seen a woman. He rubbed the head up and down her folds, over and over. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  She gulped audibly and nodded.

  He plunged into her in one long thrust. Harriet’s head came up off the bed with a gasp. Their faces were almost touching and, as she panted, he kissed her, covering her mouth and cheeks with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. He started to stroke in and out of her and every thrust brought a high little cry from my wife. God, with her legs together like that, she was probably really tight around his girth. It must feel incredible….

  But he still wasn’t in her all the way—I could see an inch or two that hadn’t entered her, yet. After a few moments, he stopped moving and took her head between his hands, then glanced down between them, warning her of what he was about to do. Harriet and I both realized together that he was going to fully hilt himself in her.

  He smiled. “Ready?”

  She hesitated and then nodded. She wanted it. She wanted that whole, big cock inside her.

  He gently withdrew from her and plunged back in. A second time. Then, on the third time, he kissed her deep and—

  I saw his hips push—

  Harriet arched her back under him and gave a high little MMFF! of pleasure and shock through the kiss—

  I watched, transfixed, as the whole of his cock slid right up inside her. I was following the line of his hips, imagining where the tip of him must be. God, he must be way, way up inside her! Deeper than I’d ever been...deeper than any guy had ever been.

  He stayed like that, their groins rammed hard together, and gently lifted his lips from hers. She was panting and wide-eyed. “G—God!” she gasped. “That feels...incredible!”

  He waited there, not moving, letting her get used to it.

  At first, she just lay there, her back still arched like a bow, her breasts thrust up against his chest. But, after a few seconds, she began to experimentally wiggle her hips and then grind them tentatively against him.

  After a moment, she inched her body away from him, moving off him. Then she pushed back towards him, impaling herself. She moaned and trembled.

  “Okay?” he whispered.

  She nodded frantically, unable to speak.

  He began to stroke in and out of her, very slowly at first. But his speed gradually began to build and she began to clutch at his arms, helpless moans coming from her mouth. She began to thrash her head, beyond words, now.

  I stared through the slats of the closet door as he powered into her, the whole of his athlete’s body dedicated to just one purpose, every muscle working together to give her the fucking of her life. He was coming out of her almost all the way, now, plunging the entire length of his cock past her tight entrance and way up inside her, and all she could do was gasp and moan and take it.

  “God,” he panted, “God, you’re hot. I never want to stop fucking you.” The words reverberated through me, hardening my cock but sending that stab of jealousy through me again.

  She tried to speak but she couldn’t form the words—part of me was almost glad, because I wasn’t sure I could take what she’d say to him. Eventually, though, she managed to gasp, “Jared!” and the way she said it made me tense. She’d panted it with such utter abandon, as if she’d do anything for him. As if, if he took her hand and asked her to leave with him right now, she’d run to the door without a backward glance.

  None of that changed the fact that it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. However much the jealousy rose inside me, the raw heat of it pushed back. I had the perfect view of my wife, all pale skin and soft, curving grace, bent in two and fucked by a man who was all hard muscle and smooth, tan skin. Her stiff, pink nipples were rubbing against her own knees, her face turned towards me as she gasped and panted her way towards her climax.

  Jared’s thrusts had reached full speed, now, almost a blur. His groin met hers with a hard, obscene slap and she writhed and caught her breath every time.

  “God!” Harriet panted. “I’m going to—God!”

  “Come for me,” Jared demanded, almost snarling the words. “Come for me right now.”

  And he shoved his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit.

  She didn’t just tip over the edge into orgasm—she rocketed past that point and went crazy, bucking and thrashing so hard under him that he had trouble holding on. Her hands clutching at his back, her nails leaving long red marks. Her feet strained and pointed, toes dancing in the air. Her mouth was a gaping black tunnel as she screamed out her climax so loudly the expensive prints on the wall rattled.

  As she spasmed around his cock, Jared’s lips drew back from his teeth in a grimace. His thrusts sped up again and I saw his whole body strain as he tried
to hold back. But at last, even he couldn’t resist and he yelled and pushed deep inside her as he shot his load, groaning something I couldn’t make out into Harriet’s ear.

  When it was over, they lay there together for long minutes before he finally released her legs and she dropped them limply to the bed. He gently rolled off her and they lay side-by-side, panting.

  “That,” said my wife, “was incredible.”

  Jared nodded weakly.

  In the closet, I was trying to come to terms with it all. It hadn’t been like with the other clients. She’d enjoyed them, but this had been a different sort of sex. More equal, more...loving? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, however much I’d loved watching it.

  Jared rolled onto his side and stretched. “Do you need anything?”

  “Need anything?” my wife asked in a dazed voice. She ran a hand dreamily over her body.

  “Yeah. Like, room service. We could order room service. I’ll pay.”

  Harriet blinked and sat up. “You want to...eat?”

  “Yeah, maybe. You know, replenish your energy before we do it again.”

  “Again?!”

  He frowned at her. “You normally just go one round?”

  “One...well, yeah. I mean...at least not straightaway.” She bit her lip, glancing just once at the closet. “Are you really ready to…?”

  He grinned. “Not right now. I mean, give me a minute, maybe a glass of water....”

  Harriet’s jaw dropped. Then she stood and walked, on legs that were visibly shaky, to the counter to grab her cranberry juice and vodka. She gulped down the rest of it in a few long swallows and then stood there panting.

  Behind her on the bed, I could see Jared staring at her ass. She still had her hold-ups and heels on and the combination made her legs and ass a sight to behold, all graceful curves and pert, upthrust cheeks with her pussy lips peeking out beneath them. I watched as his cock stood slowly to attention. God, he wasn’t kidding! He really was ready to go again!

  Harriet turned from the counter and saw him looking at her. Then she looked down to his groin and gaped.

  As he feasted his eyes on her front, from her soft breasts to her glistening pink pussy, Jared’s cock hardened the rest of the way. “The hell with the glass of water,” he growled. “Get over here!”

  He swung his legs off the bed and sat on the edge. When she reached him, he grabbed her hands and grinned at her. “Got any oil?” he asked.

  “Oil? Like massage oil?” she asked.

  He nodded.

  No, I thought.

  “Sure,” she said, and hurried over to her purse and returned with a small bottle.

  What?! She’d bought lube and now massage oil? What else had she stocked up on?!

  Jared smiled. “Lie back,” he said.

  She smiled uncertainly and lay back on the bed. “Are you going to give me a massage?” she asked.

  “In a manner of speaking.” He uncapped the bottle and held it high above her...and then drizzled it down over her chest. She looked down at herself as the clear oil splattered her breasts and stomach.

  “Now we rub it in....” he said. He covered her breasts with his big hands and started to work the oil into her skin and immediately the feel of his slippery palms on her nipples had her writhing. He smoothed over and over her, leaving not an inch of her untouched, until she was a panting wreck, glistening from neck to groin.

  “There,” he said. “Now….”

  He slid up her body and straddled her chest and, suddenly, I saw what he had in mind. He’d taken off the condom and his cock was naked and fully hard as he inserted it between her breasts, then squeezed them together so that he was surrounded by her warm, oiled flesh. He began to stroke slowly back and forth between them, the thick head of his cock emerging from between her breasts and then disappearing down into her cleavage.

  It was something I’d heard about but never tried. With him hulking over her and her oiled breasts, it looked hot as hell...but also like a pretty slutty thing to do. The fact she was still in her stockings and heels only added to the effect. And clearly, it was all about his pleasure, so I didn’t think Harriet would be into it.

  But the look on her face told me I was wrong. Either the filthiness of what he had her doing appealed to her...or it was the power it gave her over him, the way it had him helplessly panting in just a few seconds. She grinned up at him. And then stuck out her tongue and, the next time his cock neared her mouth, she licked at it.

  “Oh yeah,” panted Jared. “Oh, hell yeah.”

  “You like that?” asked Harriet. “You like it when I lick your cock?”

  Jared grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “Keep doing that. Talk dirty to me.”

  My wife’s smile grew wider as she got into it. She shook her hair back. “Go on,” she told him. “Fuck my breasts.”

  He started to thrust faster. “Jesus!”

  “Fuck them, Jared,” she panted. “Fuck my breasts. I want you to come all over them.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She never talked dirty at home!

  “You want that?” asked Jared breathlessly. “You want me to come all over you?”

  “Yeah,” she panted. “No. I want you inside me again!”

  Jared grabbed a condom from her purse...but then, to my surprise, he lay down on his back next to her. “You get on top,” he told her as he rolled the condom on.

  She nodded, as desperate for it as he was. She swung a knee over him and lowered herself down onto his cock, moaning as he parted her lips. The smooth muscles of her thighs flexed as she sank down onto him and this time I could see it from the front, could see the thickness of him spreading her wide and entering her. Despite my lingering jealousy, it was amazing.

  Before he was halfway in her, she rose up so that he almost slipped from her, then sank down again. His hands came up to squeeze her oiled breasts and he guided her into the rhythm he wanted, a slow but building pace that took her a little lower each time. At last, she slid down all the way and trembled as their bodies met.

  He grabbed her ass and began to lift her. She leaned forward over him, her breasts bouncing and swaying as he hauled her up and down, handling her like a doll. Her eyes closed and she put her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscles there. She threw her head back. “God! Jared!”

  He kissed his way down her neck. “Let it go, baby,”

  She started to twist and buck on his cock and I groaned under my breath as I imagined how that must feel. The oil was dripping and running off her breasts as they bounced hypnotically. Jared’s hands were coated in oil and he’d transferred it to her ass, so it shone, too. He sat up so the two of them were pressed together, chest to chest, and Harriet moaned as her nipples dragged along his hard pecs. “Let it go,” he said again.

  She did. Her head went back and she gave herself up completely to sensation as he rammed her up and down on his cock. The sight of his thickness rushing in and out of her oiled body was almost too much—God, she was perfection! And she was mine.

  And the jealousy suddenly lifted. Sure, maybe he was in better shape than me, maybe he was even a little bigger than me...but she was my wife and it was me she’d be going home with, when all this was done.

  As Jared humped his groin up to meet her and my wife arched her back and came, I finally made peace with it. I was watching her have the time of her life—what could be better than that?

  She pressed herself hard against his chest, her breasts pillowing between them, and gasped her orgasm into his ear. I saw him shudder, too, and imagined him shooting again and again, deep inside her. When it was over, he lifted her tenderly off him and lay her down on the bed.

  “Tell me you’re not ready to go a third round,” croaked Harriet. “Because I’m not sure I’m up to it.”

  Jared grinned. “Nah, I figure that’s enough. You lie there for a minute. I gotta wash this oil off.”

  He strode through to the bathroom, unas
hamed at his nakedness. A few seconds later, I heard the shower start up.

  My wife lay there on the bed, naked except for her stockings and heels, her body shining with oil. Her eyes were closed and she panted as her climax slowly faded.

  I couldn’t resist. I silently opened the closet doors, crept over to the bed and kissed her.

  She came alive instantly, eyes snapping wide with panic. “What are you doing?!” she hissed. “He’ll be back any second!”

  I ignored her and kissed her long and deep, my tongue demanding entrance. After a few seconds, she relented, opening up and letting me in and then groaning softly as I ravaged her. I wanted to make her mine again, I guess, and to reassure myself that he hadn’t changed her. But she was still the Harriet I knew—just hornier.

  We heard the shower switch off. Reluctantly, I lifted my lips from her and returned to the closet.

  When Jared came out of the bathroom, Harriet was still lying on the bed. Jared winked at her and put his clothes back on. “If I’m ever in town again,” he said, “or if you ever want to party with the guys…”

  “The guys?”

  “The rest of the team.”

  Her eyes grew wide at the thought of it. “The team?!”

  “Oh, we know how to show a lady a real good time.” He came over to the bed and kissed her. “Although, I’m kinda tempted just to keep you for myself.” He counted out some bills and put them gently in her hand. Sliding his fingers through her tousled hair, he kissed her once more...and walked out.

  “Wow,” said Harriet to herself. She looked at the bills in her hand. “Holy—he paid double!”

  I opened the doors of the closet and started to step out, already reaching for my belt. Fucking her myself was long, long overdue—

  There was a knock at the door.

  Harriet and I looked at each other. Maybe he’d forgotten something.

  “Jared?” Harriet asked tentatively.

  “Hotel security!” called a voice from outside.