I'd earlier posted an edited version of this story that was told to me at my other blog, SHANGOReturns! You can view the link below: http://damiendsoul.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-wife-escort-hubbys-confession.html
I thought it best that I post the complete version of the story here instead. Enjoy.
My Wife the Escort: A Cuck Hubby's Confession
My wife is a slut and an escort.
I know it may surprise some of you who are reading this, but this is true. Though you’d never know this if we met. On the surface, my wife and I make a happy all-American couple. We haven’t any kids yet, though we’re making plans for it in the future. But that’s all on the surface. It’s what lies beneath that differs.
I work as a consultant for a software company in the mid-west. My wife works part time as a paralegal. Though work hasn’t been too steady for her for the past months and this was when she decided to take on being an escort to help bring some bacon to the table. Not that she actually needs to. If I’ll be candid, my wife loves to fuck. She especially loves to fuck black men. They are her sole customers.
Only once has she told me of following a white costumer to his hotel room, and it hadn’t been satisfactory to her. I know this because she always regales me with her nightly exploits whenever she returns home to me. And I never stop loving her for it. Always I taste her pussy and I swear I could perceive the aftermath of another man’s cum still coating my wife’s pussy. I love the smell. She knows I love it too. For months I’ve been begging her to take me along on the prowl, to watch her do her thing. Nothing would have pleased me more than to watch her take another man’s cock – especially a black man’s cock – in her mouth and pussy as well. On few occasions she’d allowed more than one to fuck her. It drove me crazy picturing it, yet sad that I wasn’t there to watch.
Two weeks ago, she agreed to my demands. She got a call from one of her regulars – an out of state businessman who was arriving town the night before and wanted to hook up with her. She told me he was a high-roller; sometimes she allowed him to fuck her on discount. Her prices usually varied between two hundred for an hour or two, and five hundred if her costumers wanted her for the night. This particular man usually preferred having her for the night. I was pretty much excited more than her for the fact that I was actually going to watch her in action. I was going to watch another man fuck the shit out of my wife. I was pumped so up I could hardly wait!
The day arrived and I drove my wife to the hotel where her man was staying. She was wearing a white blouse, gray skirt and stockings. She looked gorgeous. I was careful not to admire her too much for fear my hard-on might take control of the steering wheel.
We arrived at the hotel. She called the man while I found us a parking space and he told her he was at the bar. Minutes later we walked into the building and she introduced me to the man. She explained who I was and pleaded if he would allow her such a favor. The man was all smiles and told us no problem. He asked if we’d care for a drink. My wife had a gin and tonic; I stuck with scotch. We made idle conversation while outside the sky grew dark. The man was pleasant company to be with. Quite jovial. I could imagine why my wife enjoyed spending time with him.
Drinks over, we left the bar and rode the elevator to his floor. He held my wife closer to him and kissed her neck; they made like I wasn’t even there. Out in the hallway, I took a quick snapshot of my wife. She raised the back of her skirt to show me she had nothing underneath. My God, she truly was a slut!
We entered his suite and the man then took control. He told me where to plant myself and not to move an inch from there unless I wanted to use the bathroom.
They kissed at the same time helped each other off their clothes. They fell on the bed, and the man knelt by the edge and ate my wife’s pussy. I unzipped my pants and stroked my cock in my hand while I watched. The man stood up and my wife gripped his cock with both hands and pulled it toward her face. The man knelt over her and held her head up while she swallowed his cock. The way she rolled her tongue over his meat made me envious . . . and excited. I definitely would have missed all this if I hadn’t begged her to let me come along.
The man had her on her arms and knees and he fucked her from behind. My wife whimpered and moaned with pleasure. The man slapped her butt and she whipped her blonde hair back and forth. He grabbed at her hair and pulled her hard. Still she screamed at him to fuck her harder.
The man pulled out of her and I watched his cock drip with my wife’s pussy juice. He was breathing heavy and sweating too, but didn’t look like he was done yet. I was happy to know that because I definitely wouldn’t have wanted him to cum so soon. Not when I was miles away from stroking to cumming as well.
He mounted the bed and my wife sucked his cock for a while before he lifted her up. My wife wrapped her legs behind his back and went up and down the man’s prick. They went like this for a while before the man lowered himself on the bed and laid on his back. My wife rode his cock like a wild stallion. She just went crazy with her moans, fanning her hair in every direction. I watched her buck against the man’s pelvis. Her cries would have woken the dead, if anyone at all heard her. The bed buckled under their weight. All that filled the room was their combined grunts and exertions. My wife kept hollering the man’s name, wanting him to fuck her harder . . . telling him how she missed his dick . . . how much she always looked forward to fucking him.
They went on fucking like that for a long time before the man switched position. With his arms around my wife, he turned over and made her be on top of him. My wife propped her legs on his shoulders. I edged forward in my chair. I didn’t want to miss any detail of the man sinking his prick into my wife’s fuck-hole. It looked so beautiful the way their skin contrasted against each other. I’d watched countless numbers of porn flicks, especially interracial ones, and I’ll confess right now that nothing beats the sight of watching a black man fuck a white woman to submission. Now imagine when it’s your wife that’s being fucked and then you know just how excited I was that night.
I was by now stroking my prick to the rise and fall of my wife’s moaning voice. Her legs were raised over her head and the man, rather athletic he was, balanced himself on his haunches and kept thrusting down into my wife’s pussy. He too was grunting harder. He lowered himself afterwards, slipped his hands under my wife’s ass and still he kept on fucking her, fucking her harder and harder.
My wife hollered and screeched the man’s name. It was almost a sad relief when eventually the man announced he was about to cum. I pushed my chair closer toward the bed to see it happen. My wife held on to him, like she too didn’t want to miss a thing. The man tensed and he gave a long groan as his hips pumped his prick deeper and deeper into my wife’s cunt. My wife screamed too when she felt him cum.
The man remained on top of her for a couple of seconds before slipping off her to the side. My wife’s legs gradually lowered. Her cunt was now a wide open pink gash. The man’s cum oozed out of my wife’s cunt like milky lava. It was only then that I felt a sudden wetness on my hand. I looked down and realized to my surprised that I’d cummed in my hand. My pants was soiled by my cum spray.