My Wife, The Call Girl

My wife and I had been together for two years, we had met on a blind date arranged between two mutual friends and we hit it off from the word go, at the time she was 21 while I was 39.

We did everything a normal couple does and had a blast, she got pregnant after a holiday on a Greek Island, and, of course, nine months later we had a lovely baby boy.

It was after the birth of my son when she changed a little in different ways. Sex became even more frequent than before and it was pretty frequent before. We had sex in unusual places, role playing, and dressing up. We  took it even farther by meeting in a bar, pretending we were strangers, chatting her up as if I had never met her, and then going outside into a dark corner and having sex.

One time she booked a motel room and left the key for the room along with a note on our kitchen counter. The note said, “You are booked the Premier Inn, go to the room and call me, I am going to be a call girl tonight.”

I followed the instructions on the note and called her. She replied, “Hello my name is Vanessa. How can I help you tonight?” I played along and said that I would like her services and booked her for 9:00 pm.

At 9:00 pm, there was a knock on the door, I opened it and my mouth fell open, my heart screamed, and my dick had an instant reaction to the sight that met my eyes.

She was wearing a long black Crombie (mine), when she opened it at the front she revealed a very short blue satin skirt, so short that the tops of her red Fishnets were visible. She had very high heels, which made her a little taller than me. Her blouse was also blue satin unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage with a red bra, her nipples (which are nice and large at the best of times) were pushing through both the bra and blouse. It was obvious that this was turning her on as much as it was me.

I opened the door wider and she walked in past me, looked around the room, and said, “It will be £100.00. Can we get that out of the way first?” I was struck dumb, it was almost like she had done this for real, I fumbled through my wallet and came up with the money, she placed it in a small purse, and put it on the bedside table.

I offered a glass of wine and she accepted, looking me up and down as I handed it to here, looking at me as if it were for the first time.

“Now, what would you like, tell me how I can please you”? she said.

For some reason, I fumbled for words, I must admit to being sort of shocked at the “professionalism” of her, I muttered something like, “I like oral.”

She smiled, took a sip on her wine placed the glass on the table and sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and took a hold of the waistband of my jeans and pulled me towards her, I bent down to kiss her, but she pushed my head away and said, “No kissing. Just sex.”

As she undid the top button of my jeans, she felt my cock through the jeans, squeezed and rubbed me up and down, and got me hard before she undid my fly buttons one-by-one, all the time rubbing my balls through the jeans with her other hand.

All the time she was doing this, she was looking up at me and smiling. Her blouse was gaping a little more and I could see the edge of her nipples over the low-cut bra. She undid the last button and pulled at my jeans. I wriggled a bit as they came down to my knees, and she began to rub my erect and very hard cock through my trunks, running her hand down to my balls and squeezing them just a little too hard, but having a very good effect.

She kept saying, “Mmmmm, you have a very hard cock, I am going to enjoy making it choke, I am going to choke it, and make it throw up its vomit.” I couldn’t believe these words were coming from her mouth, but it was turning me on so much I felt light headed.

She lifted the waistband of my trunks so as to release the now throbbing penis. I stepped out of my jeans, and she slid the undies down to my ankles. As she did this, for a split-second I felt her breath on my shaved balls. I stepped out of my undies and stood erect and naked from the waist down in front of my Call Girl Wife.

She stroked my stomach and looked up into my eyes, “My, your cock is almost ready to burst, we can’t have it spurting at me yet, can we?” She cupped my balls in her left hand, and as she did this she reached around and picked up the half full glass of Shiraz, and put it to her lips. She took a sip as she squeezed my balls and the grip seemed to increase as she sipped more, until I felt pain. I winced, and must have yelped a little, because she looked up at me and smiled.

She took another sip of wine and replaced the glass. She dipped her finger in the wine and held her finger over the tip of my cock and let it drip onto the tip. She pulled the foreskin back over the tip and then with the tip of her tongue she the licked into the foreskin, slowly pulling back the foreskin. She followed it down the head of my cock with her mouth, her lips squeezed tight over the head. It was like entering a tight virgin pussy. I felt a bead of pre-cum ease out onto the tip, as it did so she took it off with the tip of her tongue. Looking me in the eyes, she took it into her mouth and swallowed.

She undid her blouse, and pulled it off her shoulders, undid the bra which had a clip at the front, and let the cups fall to the side. Then she took my cock in her hand and pulled me to her breasts, and began to rub my tip on her erect nipples. I could feel her nipples getting slippery as pre-cum dribbled in droplets from my cock.

She took hold of the shaft with both hands and pulled back hard, it was painful but exciting. She placed her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and she squeezed them together. This cut off my balls from my cock. She then cupped her hand around my balls, and with the other hand she began to make long slow movements on my shaft, and every time she thought I was going to cum she squeezed my balls.

My heart was pumping so much and so loud I swear it could be heard outside the room.

Keeping my balls well and truly clamped, she stroked my shaft, then pulled it straight towards her, and took the tip into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working on my tip, she tried to force the tip of her tongue down the slit of my penis, this hurt a little. She then went back to licking all around the tip while her lips were squeezed tight like clamps.

I put my hands down to touch and stroke her tits, she pushed them away. I put my hands on either side of her head. She muttered, “Oh no, no touching.” She began to work on my cock now, taking it deeper into her mouth, then deeper until she was touching her chin on the hand that was clamped around my balls.

She let go of the shaft and just used her lips and mouth. I felt her hand on my hip and then on my buttocks. She pulled me into her mouth and I felt her teeth once as she took a little bite on my shaft. Her hand on my buttocks grabbed between my cheeks, and she massaged my buttocks as she swallowed my cock.

Then I could sense her fingers between my bum cheeks and her fingers on the rim of my bum hole. I felt her nails on my rim. Then her hand left my bum, and she found the wine glass on the bedside table. She dipped her fingers in the wine, then put them back on my bum. This time she found the hole and started wiggling her finger into the hole. At first I clamped my arse tight, but she forced and it hurt less when I eased the tension. (I have never had my arse fingered, but with my cock in her mouth and the sight of all this in the bedroom mirror, it was sensual to say the least).

She was working hard on my cock now, wanking it with her pursed lips, my balls still clamped tight between finger and thumb. I had to spread my legs a little as her finger was working in my arse, then she spilled a second finger in, I could feel the ring on her finger.

I could feel the thunder building up in my balls and cock. I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. Even her tension on my sack wasn’t going to stop me from spurting my cum.

She felt it too, and she pulled her mouth away from my cock. Juices were running down her chin and onto her tits. She looked up at me and with a very naughty smile licked her lips. She said, “Now it’s time to choke the cock.”

She let the grip go on my balls, and took a hold of my shaft. It was soaking and slippery. Her fingers were still up my arse and tickling my inside. She began to pull back my skin slow and hard, pulling it right back over the tip, then back as far as it would go. I felt the juices begin to build up. my heart was pounding my legs were aching. I had trouble standing, with my legs apart, her fingers up my arse, and my cock being pumped and squeezed.

It was all too much. She started saying, “Time to throw up your muck, choke the cock, throw up your sick stuff, come on be sick, dirty cock I’ll choke you till you throw up your mess.”

With that I exploded. I have never felt anything like it. I came so heavy, she waited till the last second then held back the skin hard, “Throw up on me, you dirty cock, come on I have choked you.”

I came at first just a squirt that hit her on the chin, then what followed was an explosion, over her face, and her tits, and then she just took it into her mouth and sucked and sucked until there was nothing left to give. She removed her finger from my bum, licked the tip of my cock until there was no trace of cum. She then ran her finger over her face and licked off the cum that had hit her. Her nipples had cum on them as did her bra and blouse.

I could hardly stand, so I sat next to her on the bed. She stood up, clipped her bra up, pulled her blouse back closed, and fastened it right up. She took a sip of the wine from the glass, put on her (my) coat, and said, “Bye Bye.”

I was out of breath stunned. I tried to say something as she closed the door behind her. Then I laid there for over an hour trying to work out what had just happened! I could still feel the fingers in my bum, the ache on my balls, the throb in my cock, and the cum down my legs.

I slept in the motel. it was around 1:00 am when I heard my mobile go off and looked at the text: “Sleep well, Bad Boy!”

I arrived home around 8:00 am, I went up to her and caressed her from behind. I started to say, “Last night was…” But she turned around, put her fingers on my lips and said, “Nothing, last night didn’t happen, and it may or may not happen again.”


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10 replies
  1. Marie Lister says:

    Wow, what an awesome and hot experience for both of you. Definitely, a night that neither of you will ever forget. I wonder if you ever chatted about how she came up with all of her "Call Girl" behavior.

    I vividly remember in the movie, "Pretty Woman" when the Julia Roberts character told the Richard Gere character…."No kissing." Because it was too personal….

    Great story and experience!

  2. Harper Shelby Thornton says:

    I have to say though, i don't like the choking and vomit part, those were turnoffs for me. I don't want to get up on your grill or anything, I would just maybe think of other words. That's all. Bless

  3. asm says:

    The turn on about this is the fact that she went to all that trouble to have a special night with him. I'm not into the prostitute of vomiting , or pain thing, but he won't forget it. I wonder what she did with the 100 quid?

  4. CrazyHappyLoved says:

    I like how most of the commenters here recognized that what turns us (the readers) on isn't the measure of the story. Did it show others what hot married sex can be, with each partner doing what will turn the other on? Did she use words that worked *for him*, give pain/pleasure at a level that worked *for him*? Did he allow her to play out the fantasy in a way that met *her* sexual and psychological needs? That, I think, is the point of the whole website, right? That, as Christians, we can (and are meant to) have hot marriages that meet *each others* needs.

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