Do you want me to give pleasure to your hot wife? I was waiting at the front door, wondering why I’m there. The phone call had been cryptic, to say the least. All I know is that a husband needs me for some kind of favour. I protested that it was late, but he said it would be worth my while, so now here I am.
He opens the door, looking nervous. “Hey James, thanks for coming.”
Watching my wife undress for someone will make me so hard
“No problem,” I reply, stepping inside. “Happy to help out.”
“Um, yeah, thanks for coming,” he says, forgetting that he’s thanked me already. He seems very distracted.
“Are you okay?” I ask, suddenly concerned for him. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, nothing like that,” he reassures me as I make my way down to the living room. “Do you want a beer?”
“Sure,” I reply, crashing on the couch.
The husband returns with two beers and we clink them together. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
“So where’s your hot wife tonight?” I ask in what I hope is an off-hand manner. One of the reasons I agreed to come out at this late hour was to please her.
The husband coughs. “Uh, she’s here. In the shower at the moment.”
“Uh huh,” I reply casually, picturing her naked and wet, wishing I could be her loofah.
“She’s kind of why I asked you here,” he continues, avoiding my gaze for some reason. “We need something. I just hope, uh, that it isn’t going to be too much to
ask…”
“Look, this is hard for me to say, but I trust you are a good male escort ? I trust you.” He pauses, then continues. “I can trust you, right?”
“Yesss,” I reply, my tone implying that he is silly to ask.
That seems to satisfy him. “Okay. The thing is… uh… you probably won’t believe this, but, I.. uh… my fantasy is to watch my hot wife fucking with another man, to be honest.”
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