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Sex Story Submitted By Sasha P.
For those that don't know the term Girlfriend Experience, it is a service provided by a call girl or prostitute that includes personal activities, such as going on dates, bathing, massages, or even kissing. It can also involve role-playing, and more, including sex. It is essentially those things that a girlfriend would do in a relationship with no strings attached and money provided in exchange for these services.
A little about myself: My name is Sasha and I'm a wife and a mother of three amazing kids. I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and for the most part, life is really great. I'm in my mid-thirties and my husband is a few years older than I am. I have an athletic build, I'm about 5 foot 9 inches tall, blonde/brown hair, smallish breasts, and over the years I've probably received the most compliments on my ass. My husband is a good looking guy and he keeps himself in pretty good shape too. I truly believe we're a nice looking couple. Now that I have that out of the way, on with my story. And please don't judge. It all started a few weeks ago.
My husband owns a small business and has always done quite well. He has done a great job of providing for us over the years and we basically have everything we could ever need or want. Things were going along smoothly until recently when oil prices took a significant drop. It seems like it happened overnight, but my husband's sales suddenly dried up and we had minimal cash coming in. We certainly don't live outside of our means, but my husband is our only source of income, and as a result things have gotten much leaner. We're definitely not starving, but we're definitely going through a tougher time.
With our mortgage payment due, and Christmas just around the corner, I decided to do my best to help out. I decided to post an advertisement on a local business site stating that I was looking for odd jobs. I described my background, and I said that I was willing to do "clerical work to cleaning, and everything in-between". I figured that any money earned would help with Christmas bills. To be honest, I wasn't expecting that the ad would get much interest, but I was excited at the prospect of being able to help my family in a difficult time. I also dropped off a few resumes and job applications at the nearest mall. The problem is, with being a full-time mom, my availability wasn't great, and the jobs were likely given to eager students or people capable of working full time.
The day after I posted the ad, and after I dropped the kids off at school, I checked my emails. To my surprise, I had three responses to the original advertisement that I had posted. The first response was an offer to work at a seasonal Christmas store. They were apparently looking for someone to come to the store after closing, from 9 pm to midnight, to do some clean-up and restocking. I responded that I was interested, and I asked what the pay was as well as which nights that they needed help.
The second response was an offer to work with a company to try and get people to sign up for a credit card. The position was mostly paid through commission and sounded as though they needed someone during standard business hours and on weekends, so I decided it wasn't for me.
The third response was a bit more difficult to understand. It said, "In response to your posted advertisement, I'd be interested in discussing your availability and interest in helping me with various personal matters. I am willing to compensate generously. Please let me know if you are interested". I really didn't know what to make of this, but I responded that I was interested, depending on the work, the hourly requirements, and the pay.
The following morning, I again checked my email. I was a bit disappointed that I had no new replies to my original advertisement, and I was even more disappointed that I had only one response from the emails I had sent the day before. Feeling somewhat hopeless, I opened up the only email I had received. As I started to read it, I nearly fell over. The response simply said, "Thank you for your reply. I'll spare us the agony of back and forth emails. I do not mean for this to sound at all disrespectful or rude, so if it offends you at all, please forgive me and simply do not respond.
I'm looking for something quite simple. I'd really like to share a no-strings evening with a woman. I am an extremely busy man, and I don't have time to date. Ideally, I'd like to have someone join me for a nice dinner, and afterward, we could enjoy a nice hot bath together. I know nothing about your marital status or, for that matter, your general appearance, interests, and history. I'd simply like to relax with someone and enjoy their company in a safe environment without the standard sexual and dating expectations. If you are indeed interested, please let me know what your expectation would be for compensation". The response was signed, "Michael."
I was shocked. I really didn't know what to think. My first response was to delete the email. I assumed the guy was a creep, and I figured there must have been something drastically wrong with him if he was sending emails like this. A funny thing happened, though. I didn't delete the email, and I found myself thinking about it throughout the day. When I was driving to pick up the kids from school, I was waiting at a traffic light, and I found myself thinking about it again. I was extremely surprised to find that I was getting quite turned on, and I actually felt my pussy starting to get wet. This normally only happens when my husband and I are playing, watching pornography, or if I'm reading a book that has a particularly hot chapter. I was crazy horny, and I couldn't wait for my husband to get home and for us to get the kids in bed.
After we had dinner, got the kids to bed, and cleaned up the kitchen, my husband needed to step out to finish off the day's work. He said he'd be out for about an hour, so I decided to take a hot shower and clear my head. I really needed to talk about everything with my husband, but I didn't want him to feel bad or upset that I was out looking for work. I didn't want him to feel like he wasn't a success and that he couldn't provide for us. I also didn't want him to freak out about the email I had received from "Michael."
I went to our master bedroom, took off my clothes, and climbed into the shower in the attached master bathroom. I enjoyed the feeling of the water as it covered my body. I decided to shave my legs, and although I normally keep my bikini area in a fairly well-manicured "landing strip," I decided I'd surprise my husband, shave it all off, and go completely bald. As I was shaving around my pussy, I couldn't help but notice that my clit was poking out much more than it normally does. I couldn't resist the urge to rub it. I started to pick up the pace, and I inserted my finger inside my pussy. I pumped it in and out as I continued to rub my clit. It was probably only a few minutes before I felt my knees go weak as I had a massive orgasm.
While I was masturbating, I couldn't help but look across the bathroom at our bathtub while I imagined relaxing in it with a strange man. When I recovered, I finished off shaving, climbed out of the shower, and dried off. I brushed my teeth, dried my hair, and then I left the bathroom to walk across our bedroom to the walk-in closet. I slid on a light blue lace thong and a matching blue teddy. I climbed into bed and began reading while I waited for my husband to return and join me. As I read my book, my mind continued to wander back to the email I had received. I was really confused, and I tried to process the different thoughts running through my head. I really couldn't see myself going through with it, but at the same time, I found the whole situation strangely appealing and erotic.
Aside from my husband and a handful of college boyfriends, I really hadn't been with another man. Michael's emails were definitely well written and non-threatening, and I'll admit that I was kind of interested and excited. It was a long shot, but I thought that maybe my husband would agree with me going for dinner. That being said, I was almost certain he would freak out at the prospect of me having a bath with another man. It wasn't long before I heard the door open, and my husband walked into the house. He was away for longer than he anticipated, but I'm used to this as his schedule can be pretty hectic. He went to the kitchen to grab something from the fridge, and a few minutes later, he walked into our bedroom. He gave me a kiss and apologized for being late.
As we chatted, he stripped off his clothes to go and take a shower. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his dick. He noticed this and smiled. He kissed me again and went to take his shower. A few minutes later, I heard him get out, brush his teeth, and I was happy to have him finally join me in bed. I put my book away and turned to face him while lying on my side. He was lying on his side, facing me as well. We were only a few inches apart, close enough that I could feel the heat coming from his body. We kissed for a while, and I loved being able to feel his tongue probing into my mouth.
After a few minutes, I pulled back and told him we needed to talk. He groaned in a joking way and said, "I was kind of enjoying that." I replied that "it would have to wait for a few minutes." I told him that I loved him, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He interrupted me by saying, "I'm not sure I like where this is going." I laughed this off and told him that I wanted to be totally honest with him. I told him that I had been looking for jobs to help with the bills. I explained that I didn't want to hide anything from him, but I knew how much pressure he was under, and I thought it was only right to try and help. To my relief. He pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and said, "you're an amazing wife, thank you." He proceeded to ask me about where I had applied. I explained the luck (or lack of luck) I had at the mall, and I told him that I had posted an ad online. I gave him the general idea of what the ad said, and he asked if I had any responses. I told him about the two opportunities that didn't work out, but I hesitated when it came to telling him about the third. He again pulled me close, kissed me, and said that "Everything will work out. Eventually, something will pan out. Things are going to be just fine".
As my husband held me, I decided to tell him about the response I received from Michael. I told him that there was one more reply, but that I wasn't sure what to think of it. I told him that the first email I had received from Michael was somewhat strange and vague, but that I had responded to it expressing my interest depending on the type of work, hours required, and compensation. I then told him about the second email and explained that it was much clearer. I told him that a man by the name of "Michael" was looking for companionship and was hoping that I was interested in joining him for dinner, followed by a relaxing bath afterward. I watched my husband's expression closely as he processed the bombshell that I had just dropped.
He was completely quiet, but to my surprise, before he could even respond, I could feel his rapidly growing shaft rising up and pushing against my leg. I wondered if this was a turn on for him too. He finally broke the silence by pulling me close enough that his now fully erect dick was pushing against the front of my panties. He simply said, "so what are you going to do then?" I was shocked by this. I thought he would freak out, but instead, he seemed pretty excited by the whole situation. I replied that I didn't know. Meanwhile, I grabbed his cock with my left hand, and I was gently stroking it. I told him that I wasn't a whore, but being completely honest, it did kind of sound appealing. I continued to stroke his cock, gradually picking up the pace as I gripped it tighter.
I stopped for a second, squeezed the end a little harder, and I slid down under the blankets to lick off a drop of pre-cum. I returned to face him above the blankets, and he again asked, "so what's your plan then?" At the same time, he reached forward and started to rub my pussy through my panties. He was amazed at how wet they were. He proceeded to push my panties aside, and he broke into a huge smile when he realized that I had shaved completely bald for him. He rubbed around my pussy, paying extra attention to my swollen clit. He inserted a finger into my pussy, and he said, "Holy fuck. I don't think you've ever been this wet. I think you're a little more into this than you're letting on."
He continued to alternate between rubbing my clit, fingering me, and spreading my juices around the outside of my bald cunt. I've been told I have a very small and tight pussy, so I was pretty surprised when my husband inserted a second finger. It felt absolutely incredible, and in a few minutes, I had my second orgasm of the night-the first with my husband. Without warning, my husband pushed the blankets off of the bed. He rose to his knees, and in one smooth motion, he ripped off my lacy, soaked panties. He looked directly at my pussy, and he opened my legs as wide as he could. My pussy opened for him as well, but he proceeded to stretch it open even wider. He commented about how pink, wet, and swollen it was.
He got on his knees and proceeded to feast on my juices. He started by licking the outside of my pussy, and then turned his attention to licking and sucking my clit. He was using his fingers on me at the same time, and I felt myself getting closer to another climax. I was so turned on that I just sort of blurted out, "I want to do it." My husband stopped eating me for a moment, looked up at me, and he smiled. He said nothing but returned to the job he was doing on my clit. I sat up and pulled my teddy off, exposing my breasts. I was impressed with the unusual size of my nipples. My husband grabbed for them, but I pushed him down, so he was now lying on the bed.
I kissed him deeply, and I could taste my sex on his mouth. This is usually unappealing to me, but at the moment, I absolutely loved it. I kissed my way down his chest, stopping just before I reached his cock. I looked at it, it was kind of twitching, and it was absolutely flowing with pre-cum. I kissed the tip of his dick, and I licked the pre-cum from my lips. I then took his entire length in my mouth. I began working my mouth and hand in unison, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen his dick as hard as it was. I started to focus more on the head, and he told me to "stop, or I'll cum".
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and started to blow lightly on it until he regained his composure. Normally, I would be perfectly happy to have him cum in my mouth since I know how much he enjoys it. Tonight though, I wanted every drop of that cum inside me. After stroking his cock and bringing it back to the throbbing erection of a few minutes earlier, I moved my body so that I was on top of him, and my pussy was lined up with his tool. I looked him deeply in the eyes as I slid down on his dick. I started to ride him, slowly at first, picking up speed as we continued. He was using his hands to spread my ass cheeks so that he could gently rub my other opening.
He inserted the tip of his finger in my ass as I continued to ride him. He was kind of grunting, and I was moaning each time I slammed his cock deep inside my now well-stretched pussy. I knew we were getting close, so I climbed off of him. I lie on my back and spread my legs so he could really pound me before leaving his cum deep inside of me. Before he inserted his cock, he looked at me with a smile and said, "I think you should do it."
I didn't have a chance to process what he said before he slid his dick back inside me. He brought my legs up around my ears, re-positioned himself slightly, and started fucking me hardest and deepest I've ever been fucked. We only lasted a few minutes before he yelled that he was cumming. I could feel his hot seed being emptied inside of me, and this put me over the edge as I had another massive orgasm. We lay together, and I eventually felt his shaft slide out of me. An incredible amount of cum poured out of my pussy, and it rolled down my ass before making a pool on the sheets. I got up and grabbed a towel to clean us up before returning to a warm and sleepy husband in our bed. We cuddled in the spoon position, and as we were drifting off to sleep, I asked him if he was serious. "Did he really think I should plan to meet up with Michael?"
He responded by saying, "it's got to be your decision, babe, but you could start by having dinner with him. If you're comfortable with everything, you could take it from there." He then asked me in part joking, part serious way, "what are you going to charge him?" I responded by saying, "I'd go for dinner with him without the expectation of being paid. It might be fun. I'd want $900.00 to have a bath with him though". Not coincidentally, $900.00 as it's the exact amount of our monthly mortgage payment. We left it at that, and I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the email I'd send Michael the following day.