‘I am a male escort, a gigolo, a prostitute’. That shut them up pretty quick he thought. Their eyes had gone wide but then Helen’s brow furrowed...in a disbelieving frown. ‘You’re telling me my husband hired a male prostitute?’ She asked incredulously. ‘No, no’. Kris explained. ‘He hired Clarissa, my associate’. He watched her accept that statement with unfortunate ease. ‘But it was me he had sex with’. He added quietly. The reaction was immediate. Helen’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and Susan. Burkle. I wished I could be with him right now. I remember his thick cock slicing in and out of my pussy and I started squirming. I couldn’t do this. Finger fucking isn’t going to make me cum this time. I slipped out of bed threw a pair of skimpy booty shorts, a white tank top on, and my favorite leather jacket. I grabbed my tennis shoes and put them on. I glanced at my reflection. My blonde hair hung down to my shoulders and nipples stood erect through my tank top. I smiled. Boy, would Mr.. I look over at you and notice that you're still watching the movie. I move my attention to the soles of your feet trailing my fingers all the way along, up to your toes.You shift position slightly, moving further down the couch, running your legs along my cock. Your skirt slides up further.I again move my fingers up your leg moving them over your knee and make my way to the top of your thigh, massaging it; you let out a slight sigh, spreading your legs wider, revealing a slight damp patch on. At the beginning of this story Alberto, a Spanish guy too, proposed me matrimony. He’s a 57 yo. guy, and despite I had refused any engagement after got divorced, we began to get along very well, and became good acquaintances, I didn’t want any fucking relationship though. At first I became conscious I was going through a bad time, out and down, not a fucking penny, out of work, and was determined to marry this well off man, with good economic status like that of a well heeled middle-aged.