I had checked a well known site many times, and eventually picked up the courage. My wife was away on a conference,again, and we had no k**s.So I had ...he peerfect opportunity.I picked Princess, a visiting escort from London,and who was staying in an apartment in Clonsilla,not too far from me,but not too close either.After arrangeing a time,and receiving the address, I nervously rang the bell. Princess opened the door wearing a sexy lacey body suit which revealed literally everything.I could. Our initial discussion online was for him to teach me how to be "used" by a gay guy for their sexual pleasure, a fantasy thought of mine. I asked no kissing. I was standing out front when he arrived and I greeted him with a handshake, a very nice man, Frankly, I didnt care what he looked like, but he was a pleasant looking man, 6 ft tall like me. He came in the house, in his hand he had a small paper bag with condoms and astrolube I explained I was as nervous as a whore in church so I was. Please keep in mind that English is not our mother's tongue - errors may occur.We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred over here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or family members in our fantasies, being double aroused at least, when there is. Cyndi was quite pretty and she knew it, but even though she was dressed very appealing, you could tell that she did not feel that way. Also, she was also very distant from her surroundings. Joe was plying Carl with drinks because he wanted to see how truly ignorant Carl was. The more Carl drank, the more he spewed his mantra and the more he spewed, the more Cyndi withdrew.Thankfully, Carl had to work the graveyard shift, so he reminded Cyndi that they had to leave by 11 PM. She said something.