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

by Victoria Kasari

  I could hear low voices...and then laughter. Harriet’s musical laugh. I gave a huge but silent sigh of relief. Then I heard her gasp and hold her breath—I imagined her biting her lip in that gorgeous way she did. “There,” she said after a moment. “Oh, there!”

  My eyes bulged. God, what was he doing to her? Fucking her, already? Touching her clit? God, they’d only been in there a minute or two!

  She giggled again and I heard the rustle of fabric. Her clothes, or his? Was she already naked and now she was undressing him? I had to see!

  I very nearly banged on the door but, now that I knew she was okay, things didn’t seem so straightforward. Would Harriet want me to rush in and spoil things or...would she expect me to stay out here until it was over? Would she expect me to miss the whole thing, so that she could enjoy it? The deal was that I got to watch, but we’d never talked about what should happen if things went wrong.

  Harriet gave another gasp and started to pant. A sort of rasp of fabric, as if she was grinding against him. My mind raced with different possibilities. She could be giving him a lap dance or full-on fucking him—I had no idea.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. His voice seemed even deeper, now. “You’re beautiful here”—he suddenly paused. “And here”—he paused again—”and here.”

  I heard Harriet moan. I realized he wasn’t pausing. He was stopping to kiss each place he mentioned.

  “You don’t seem like other escorts,” he said, his voice muffled. Muffled by what? Her breasts?! “You seem...innocent. But not innocent.”

  She giggled.

  “Now...” he said, and suddenly there was a long rustle of fabric and a sort of gasp from my wife and then I thought I heard something hit the floor. Her dress? Had she been dressed, up until now?

  She groaned and then sighed. What was he doing to her?!

  “How about we move to the bed?” he said.

  I heard my wife give a surprised little yelp, but she giggled at the same time. She was giggling a lot, with this guy, and it sent a stab of jealousy through me. But then she said, “Yes...but I need a drink, first. Wait one second.”

  My ears were straining to detect every tiny sound. I heard her footsteps, moving across the room. A drink being poured. And then she said, “Oh! There’s no ice. Could you go get some?”

  My heart leapt. She was giving me a chance! Sending him out to get ice, so that I could get inside!

  The guy almost growled. “Really?”

  “Well, I can’t go!” So she was naked, or close to it.

  The guy gave a mock-grumpy grunt, but chuckled as he did it. “Okay. But you’d better stay just like that until I get back.”

  “I will!”

  Heavy footsteps, coming towards me. Shit! I just had time to jump up and start walking down the corridor before he emerged behind me. Then he called, “Hey! Buddy!”

  I stopped and turned. “Yeah?”

  He’d taken off his suit jacket and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his front, revealing broad, strong pecs and an even tan. He gave me a warm smile. “You know where there’s an ice machine?” He lowered his voice. “I got a girl in there who can’t wait.”

  “Uh…” I pointed to the far end of the corridor. “Down there, around the corner.” I had no idea if that was right or not—I just needed to get him out of sight.

  “Thanks!” And he was off, jogging down the corridor. I waited until he’d turned the corner, then quickly shoved my keycard into the door lock.

  Inside, Harriet was in her underwear and heels. She gave a huge sigh of relief when she saw it was me. “What the hell happened to you?!” she asked.

  I hugged her, enjoying the feel of her warm body against me. “There’s a security guy—I think he’s suspicious. But I’m here now.” I pushed her back so I could look at her. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. I could see the flush in her cheeks even before she said it. “Better than okay!” she said. “Have you seen him?!”

  A stab of jealousy. It must have reached my face because she hugged me again. “Sorry.” She bit her lip. “Is it...okay that he’s so hot?”

  I could never resist her when she bit her lip. And besides, it wasn’t like I wanted the guys fucking her to be ugly. I nodded. “How old is he, anyway?”

  She grinned. “Twenty nine!” Younger than her. Only by a year, but she was obviously delighted by the idea. In fact, she was beaming so much that—

  There was something else going on. “What?!”

  She looked at me, aghast. “Don’t you recognize him? You watch sports!” Then, off my blank expression, she said, “That’s Jared Vaele!”

  My jaw dropped. The guy really was a linebacker and a good one. And—holy shit, he was worth millions! What was he doing picking up escorts in hotels?!

  She must have read my expression. “He’s doing some press thing tomorrow. Saw me in the lobby and wanted some company. And he’s happy to pay.” She suddenly realized how long we’d been talking and hustled me towards the closet. “Quick!”

  I backed inside and she closed the doors. Seconds later, there was a knock. When she opened it, Jared was there with a whole bucket of ice.

  “Some idiot sent me the wrong way,” he muttered. “Had to walk half the damn floor!”

  Harriet leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing the bucket from his hands. “My hero.”

  Of course, now she had to make a drink with the ice to make the whole thing convincing. She fixed herself a vodka and cranberry juice and quickly gulped half of it down. At least we didn’t have to worry about her getting drunk—she’d only had time for one glass of wine before Matt and no drink at all before Jared had pounced on her.

  And pounced was right. What sort of guy just stops a woman coming out of an elevator and propositions her? Had he guessed that she was an escort or was he just that confident? Probably the latter. It might have even been a shock to him that he’d have to pay for the privilege of fucking her. But the fact that he’d agreed spoke volumes. I felt my chest swell with pride—my wife, hot enough that even a guy like him, who could have any woman he wanted for free, was prepared to pay a thousand bucks.

  “So,” said Harriet. “Where do we start?”

  He stepped up to her, grinning that cool, self-assured grin. Man, he was good looking, all rugged features and deep blue eyes. And he really was big, towering over my wife even in her heels. I was pretty sure I remembered Harriet commenting on him a few times, when she’d seen him on a sports channel. All the women went nuts for Jared Vaele. And now she was actually going to fuck him.

  A twinge of doubt went through me, at that thought. Was that wrong, that this was a guy she actually had a thing for? This wasn’t meant to be an affair—it was meant to be clients, guys she didn’t get to pick. But then she hadn’t picked him—this was just pure, dumb luck. And it wasn’t as if she had a romantic thing for him. It was just sexual.

  If our positions were reversed and I got to fuck some actress I had a hard-on for, wouldn’t that be okay? Hell yeah! And watching Harriet enjoy sex was amazing. Watching her this time, when it was someone she went weak at the knees for anyway...that would be fantastic.

  As I watched, Jared put his hands on her waist and lifted her into the air as if she weighed nothing and she gave a yelp I recognized from when I’d been outside the door. “We start,” he said, “with you on your back on that bed.” And he walked her over to it, then dumped her gently down. He stood back for a second, looking at her lying there.

  Harriet stretched her arms out over her head, giving him a good show, and grinned up at him. I saw her hips grind a little. God, she was almost rubbing herself against the covers, she was so turned on.

  And then he started giving her a show. He started by stripping off his shirt. Wow. I work out myself and I’m in pretty good shape, but I’m not a pro athlete. Jared had the sort of big, solid muscles women love, without that veiny over-pumped look of a bodybuilder. His chest was broad and smoothly c
urved and his abs looked like they were carved out of rock. Damn him!

  But I could take my ego being bruised just a little...the upside was that, with his muscles, he’d really be able to fuck her...hard. I would have worried about her, if it wasn’t for the gleam I could see in her eyes. I suspected that she was already thinking the same thing.

  He kicked off his shoes and pants. Unlike some of the guys I’d seen at the gym, he was all-over big—his thickly-muscled legs seemed as thick around as Harriet’s slender waist. He left his shorts on for now, but I could see the bulge of his cock beneath them and it looked huge.

  He climbed onto the bed and, instead of stripping Harriet’s underwear off, he kissed her. She returned the kiss, closing her eyes and pressing herself up against him as their tongues explored each other. They began to roll across the bed, arms wrapped around each other, legs scissored together. It was gorgeous—two perfect bodies entwined. The contrast of his tanned body against her paler one made it even more erotic. But something bothered me: the way they moved didn’t look like an escort and her client. It looked more like a couple of lovers.

  That jealous ache returned, but only for a moment. As I watched how she writhed against him, I couldn’t be angry. She was having the time of her life! She was running her hands up and down his back, tracing the shape of each muscle. Then her hands slid downward and she groaned as she gripped his ass, squeezing it at least as possessively as any of her clients had squeezed hers. I heard him chuckle.

  He rolled them over again so that she was on top. “Now, how about you take that bra off?” he said. His voice was playful, a world away from Matt’s demanding tone, but I could hear the growl of hunger underneath.

  “Oh, really?” Harriet scooped her hair up off her shoulders, baring her neck. She was teasing him, toying with him. “You sure you’re ready?”

  “Wait,” he said quickly, and made a big show of putting his hands behind his head and getting comfortable. “There. Now I am.”

  She gave him a look. She was being flirty with him in a way she hadn’t been with Ben or Matt. It was almost like this was a date. It was the first time that I realized that different men get different things from escorts. Ben had wanted to give her pleasure. Matt had wanted to bag her as a trophy. Jared just wanted to have a good time.

  My wife reached back and unfastened the clasp of her bra, then slowly opened it. She shrugged the shoulder straps off her shoulders but then caught it with her forearm to stop it dropping. Jared mimed grabbing for it and she giggled. She let it drop but quickly covered herself with her arms, crossing them over her chest. God, when she did that, her pale breasts bulged and—Man, she was sexy.

  Jared grinned up at her, waiting, all but licking his lips. In the closet, I had the exact same look on my face.

  Harriet arched her back...and dropped her arms. Her full breasts jutted out perfectly, thrust out by her position. I’d always thought they were the exact sweet spot in size: weighty and soft enough to hang when she was on her hands and knees, yet firm and pert enough not to droop.

  Jared let out a long groan of satisfaction as he saw them. “Man,” he said, “they’re beautiful.”

  Harriet grinned. “Really?”

  “Better than any cheerleader’s.” He raised his hands to them, touching them almost reverently. “Oh wow...your skin is really soft. And you’re so pale!”

  She grimaced. “I can never tan. I just burn.”

  “No, no, I like it! Makes a change from all the California girls. Plus, there’s something about a pale girl….” He hefted her breasts in his hands and she moaned. “Sort of innocent. Pure.”

  All of these men seemed to like the fact she looked innocent. Of course, none of them knew how innocent she really was.

  Jared was rolling her breasts in his hands, now, lifting them and then smoothing his hands over them so that her nipples rubbed across his palms. She let out a long, low moan as he did it. It was weird to see another guy doing it when I knew those breasts so well myself. But hot, too...there was nothing hotter than seeing Harriet moan like that. I’m going to have to try that move when he’s gone, I thought.

  “Oh man...they’re really sensitive, huh?” he asked, looking up at her nipples. The pink nubs had already stiffened under his palms and were sticking straight out.

  She nodded breathlessly and adjusted her position a little, scooching closer. That put her groin right on top of his groin and she stopped and looked down as she felt—

  The bulge in his shorts was rock hard and huge. All three of us were now staring at it. Harriet looked at Jared and he gazed back at her, grinning.

  And then, without words, she backed down his legs, reached down to grip his shorts and pulled them down. His cock tented them and then sprang free—

  Harriet and I both gasped. He was really hung. A little longer than me but thicker, too. And so hard.

  My wife stared at it the entire time while she pulled his shorts the rest of the way down and off. Now he was naked—unlike Matt, who’d stayed almost fully dressed while he fucked her. Again, it gave the whole thing a different feel, as if they were lovers.

  “You like it?” Jared murmured.

  She glanced up at him to see if he was joking...then nodded.

  He grinned. “Maybe you should say hi,” he said. “Give it a kiss.”

  It was the opposite of Matt’s pushy request for a blowjob. And Harriet was happy to oblige. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his legs, and laid a soft kiss on the gleaming, purple-pink head. She glanced up at him again, then opened her mouth and softly enveloped him, bathing him with her tongue.

  Jared had been craning his neck to look at her, but now he let his head flop back. “Oh yeah,” he said. “That’s it, Kimberley. Oh, man…” He humped his hips a little, unable to keep still. “God,” he said, “you’re amazing.”

  She released him from her mouth and smiled up at him as if to say, you ain’t seen nothing yet. She tilted her head to the side so that she could kiss her way down the shaft and, in doing so, she turned to look right at the closet. I had a perfect view of her face, with Jared’s cock between the two of us and her lips pressed against his hot flesh. She stared at me with raw lust and a sort of….pride? Can you see what I’m doing?! her expression seemed to say. Can you believe this?!

  I couldn’t. Watching her with him, it hit me that this was way better than watching her with Matt and Ben. She was perfect and she deserved a partner who measured up to her.

  She worked her way up and down his shaft, licking and kissing it, making every inch of it gleam. She wrapped one elegant hand around the base and started to stroke him, twisting a little as she did it, and he groaned in pleasure.

  Harriet covered him with her mouth again, sucking on the head. Jared lifted his head to watch and she stared up at him, locking eyes. Her cheeks moved and I knew she was swirling her tongue around and around his cock, engulfing him in hot, slick wetness—

  He suddenly pushed her head away.

  “What?” she blinked. “Did I do something wrong?”

  He shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was thick with lust. “No. But I can’t wait any more. Turn around.”

  She slowly turned around so that her ass was towards him and, assuming he wanted sex, she started to move her body towards his groin. But he caught her ankle and pulled her backward, instead, until her rear was right over his head. She looked over her shoulder in puzzlement.

  He reached up and gripped her panties. “I can buy you some more of these—okay?” he said.

  She blinked and nodded.

  He ripped them away with a jerk of his wrist, exposing her pussy. And then, before she could react, he gripped her hips and pulled her downward so that her pussy met his tongue.

  “Ahh—AHH!” Harriet went wild. “Oh God!” She jerked upward for a moment, then pushed back down. “Oh!”

  I had a perfect view. He was pushing his tongue up into her, spreading lips that were already slick with moisture. Wh
ile his tongue dived inside her, his lower lip was working at her clit, rubbing over it again and again. She ground her hips in response. “God!”

  She just knelt there at first, overcome by the sensations. Then the sight of his cock in front of her face brought her back to reality. She grabbed it with her hand again and bent low over it, taking it quickly into her mouth and working it with her tongue, her cheeks hollowing. Jared gave a groan of pleasure...and it began.

  We’d tried the 69 thing before and it had been great, but watching it was almost better. It was a feedback loop. The faster and harder Jared worked her pussy with his mouth, the more she did to his cock. He started to use his fingers, rubbing and circling her clit while he licked, so she started to bob her head on his shaft, taking almost half of him into her mouth. He spread her lips with his fingers and then thrust two of them deep into her while his tongue lashed her clit. She responded by swallowing him deep, right down to the root, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

  In the closet, it was hard to resist the urge to stroke myself. I could see Harriet beginning to buck and shake, her hips churning against Jared’s face. Watching her come while at the same time giving a world-class blowjob was going to be amazing.

  Jared began to work his fingers faster, pumping at her, his tongue gliding over her clit again and again. Harriet trembled and tensed....and suddenly she lifted her head off him and shouted her orgasm, the words a hot wind against his shining cock. “God!” she yelled. “God, yes!”

  Her hips ground and pushed against his face and he didn’t let up for a minute. He kept licking and finger-fucking her, drawing out her orgasm as she twisted and bucked atop him, her hair lashing his thighs. Her shouts became a long, keening moan, her whole body tensing and trembling...and then she slumped forward, her arms barely able to hold her up.

  Jared flopped back onto the bed...but I followed his eyeline and I could see exactly where he was looking. He was staring at the perfect pink folds of her pussy, slick with her juices and slightly parted from his tongue. His cock was still huge and erect, straining in the air. He was a gentleman...but even he couldn’t wait forever.