Emily Larson sat at her desk in her white blouse and sharp, steel blue business suit of matching blazer and skirt, a folder containing a new legal brief in her lap, gazing out the window of her elegantly-appointed office. The late afternoon summer’s sun angled across her oak desk and bathed the room in a soft glow. A beautiful bouquet of flowers – yellow roses, blue irises, and red roses – a recently delivered gift of her husband, sat in a glass vase atop her desk. In the glow of afternoon sunlight, the flowers, all primary colours, seemed to ‘pop’ in their visual splendour.
But then her husband was a visual man.
She crossed her stockinged legs and recalled that a week ago, such a simple body adjustment – crossing her legs, sitting down — would have made her wince a little. The thought caused the subtlest trace of a smirk to form at the corner of her pretty, lipsticked mouth.
Just then, Michael, one of the firm’s junior lawyers, dropped by to say hello and to enquire about her recent annual leave. She was genuinely fond of Michael, and upon hearing his voice, smiled brightly. Although Michael was not among her direct reports, as a junior partner, Emily’s position with the firm meant that a certain level of deference, on Michael’s part, had to be observed. That said, she was by nature modest and personable, and had little patience for corporate hierarchy, preferring to work together as equals.
Michael, a young man in his late twenties, had more than a bit of a crush on Emily, albeit a harmless, unspoken one. She knew this, of course, and not wanting that to affect their office friendship, she was careful not to lead him on. Though they could be playfully flirtatious, it was always in good fun, something they both understood.
Though no one ever acted on it, Michael was not the only male member of the firm to quietly pine for Emily. Now in her late thirties, she was a very attractive woman. Petite, and standing just 5’ 2” without heels, her looks were somewhat chameleon-like. In both her appearance and demeanour, she exuded a unaffected wholesomeness, a characteristic that many men found irresistible. But if aided with a little strategically-applied makeup, with her long dark hair, full lips, and dark brown eyes, she could transform into something far closer to that of a femme fatale. With her modest but pert bust, shapely legs, and comely derriere, she never failed to impress in her business casual skirts, blouses, and stockings.
With her warm, non-threatening disposition, cheeky but self-effacing humour, dimpled smile, and bright eyes, she had a way of touching your arm and making you feel like the center of attention. People were drawn to her, and both men and women took delight in her company.
“How was the coast,” asked Michael. “Did you get up to anything fun?”
Emily smiled, avoiding any hint of coyness. “It was lovely,” she replied. “Just a little much-needed chance to decompress and lay by the pool.”
The never-to-be disclosed truth was rather more provocative.
—
Emily and her husband, James, had been married for just under a decade. They had no children. It was a loving partnership that remained fresh despite their years together. James, an entrepreneur and almost ten years Emily’s senior, doted on his pretty wife. James was, in his own right, a very attractive man. Tall and fit, with a strong jawline and streaks of silver in his otherwise dark brown hair, he exuded an effortless and elegant sexiness.
Mutual respect, affection, and genuine friendship made for a union envied by many. They adored one another and were, to coin an oft-ascribed, but in this case accurate cliché, soulmates.
They also enjoyed a very active and zesty sex life. Though somewhat reserved, and quite a private person in public, James’s wife had a ravenous sexual appetite; one that even he, highly-sexed in his own right, sometimes found challenging to keep up with.
Indeed, colleagues, and even close friends, would have been forced to adjust their assumptions about the ‘wholesome’ couple had they been afforded a glimpse into their very private sex life.
Holidays were often spent at clothing-optional resorts that catered to couples, and they occasionally indulged in playful role-playing adventures at hotels and restaurants about town. Once, there had even been discussions, though never realized and more James’s idea than Emily’s, of someday visiting a swingers’ club or introducing another woman into their sex life. A hobbyist photographer with his own studio on the grounds of their property, James also enjoyed having his wife model for him, in lingerie and in the nude, and in progressively more erotic poses. All things that added spice to what was already a very imaginative and passionate sex life.
With a 120” flat screen TV mounted on the wall facing their king-size bed, the two also enjoyed cuddling together on their matrimonial bed to watch porn as a prelude to lovemaking. Several weeks prior to the holiday Emily’s work friend Michael had enquired about, the pair lay in bed together, nude atop crisp light grey bedsheets, watching an adult video of James’s choosing. James lay on his back, propped up on several large pillows, while his beautiful wife wrapped herself around him, snuggling in with her head on his chest; her warm, neatly-trimmed quim pressed against the side of his hip. Save and except for the light emanating from the images on the screen, the all-white walls of the modernist room were bathed in a combination of moonlight and candlelight. Emily loved candles, and to properly set the tone for an evening of physical intimacy, she had adorned the room with a number of small, wide candles. A soft summer breeze sighed across their skin.
Their taste in porn tended towards the high end ‘art film’ genre – beautiful couples and erotic sex, shot with high production values. That particular evening, James had selected something very much along those lines. However, in this case, the handsome male actor was conspicuously well endowed, something not typical of the more couples-oriented genre, and his beautiful young co-star appeared to be genuinely challenged by his size.
“My goodness,” whispered Emily, her hand unconsciously reaching down to grope her husband’s semi aroused penis. James took note of this and smiled.
“Rather big, isn’t he?” observed James, whose own endowment, though pleasingly shaped and considered eminently suckable by his wife, was quite average in size.
“Poor girl. That’s a lot to handle,” she replied.
“Poor girl?” he repeated. “Haven’t you ever been curious?” asked James. “Even a little?”
“My pussy’s a little on the small side, darling,” said Emily.
“And quite tight,” added James, kissing the top of her head.
Despite her ostensibly sympathetic comment, James couldn’t help but notice that his wife’s delicate pussy, still pressed against his hip, suddenly became noticeably warmer and damp as they watched.
“A big penis would probably hurt,” she confessed with genuine sincerity, gentle squeezing his now fully aroused manhood. “Your lovely cock is the perfect size for me.”
After a few more moments of watching the beautiful young starlet endure a relative pounding by her well-hung co-star, Emily’s desire seemed to suddenly peak, and she took her husband in her mouth for what was a more passionate session of oral pleasuring than usual. This was followed by intense and sweaty lovemaking, and Emily seemed especially inclined towards smutty talk that evening.
Afterwards, Emily and James lay in a loving spoon, sexually sated and spent; nestled together in a warm embrace, savouring their post-coital bliss, the evening moonlight casting upon them through their large, open master bedroom window. The once crisp grey bedsheets were now tousled from their passionate lovemaking; the remnants of James’s sticky seed still oozed from Emily’s labial lips, her inner thighs still wet from her own feminine discharge.
Despite having been married for more than two decades, their love for each other remained strong and deep; their sex life still spicy and imaginative. She adored him, truly. Laying behind her, James slowly drew his hand along the arc of her narrow waist and up over her feminine hips, before tenderly sweeping her long dark hair behind her ear, kissing the nape of her slender neck. Emily closed her eyes and smiled, goosebumps at the back of her delicate neck. They lay there for some time in happy silence, slowly catching their breath and allowing their skin to cool. Emily purred in her husband’s affectionate and tender embrace. She felt safe and loved in his strong arms.
A quiet time ensued, and James searched for the right words before breaking the silence. The element of fantasy and experimentation that accompanied their sex life was always active and honest. In that regard, Emily gave voice to her inner desires as much or more frequently than her husband did. But this time, it was James who felt compelled to give words to thoughts.
“My fantasy of us together with another woman has changed a bit,” he said, his fingers gently playing with the still sweaty strands of her long dark hair.
“Oh?” replied Emily, eyes closed, a cheeky smile forming on her lips.
James paused before speaking again.
“What would you say if I said it was now about adding another man instead?”
Emily turned, sat up on her elbows, and looked at her husband, smiling playfully.
“Oh, really?”
“Can I be completely candid, sweetheart? Total transparency and honesty, always, yes?”
Emily could see that her husband felt vulnerable in his candour, and she tenderly kissed his arm.
“Of course, darling,” she replied. “Always.”
Another pause followed.
“In my mind, at least, it’s more about watching you, and photographing you, than actually participating”, he said quietly.
“Watching me?” she replied.
“With another man,” he added with uncharacteristic awkwardness. Emily felt her face and throat go a little flush with the sincerity of his confession. She’d never suspected that her husband entertained fantasies of sharing her, and it took her aback. Still, she drew his hand to her lips and kissed it.
“A stranger? Someone we know?” she asked, now curious to unpack the details of her husband’s hitherto unspoken desire.
“I’ve thought about that, actually,” he answered. “I’ve even done a bit of research and planning.”
“Really?” she asked, slightly incredulous.
They frequently discussed their fantasies together, but this was somehow different. Emily sensed that her husband had seriously entertained the possibility of acting upon his.
“There’s a very high end, very exclusive escort agency that specializes in straight men. Rather pricey. But, well, some fantasies are,” he said shyly.
Again, owing to the obvious and considerable thought her husband had put into the idea, she kissed his hand again and pressed him further.
“Go on…”
“Men with different looks, different ages, different… sizes,” he went on. “All strikingly good looking to a man. Don’t take my word for it, you can search their profiles and client reviews on the website yourself.”
“I see,” she replied. “Any one among the stable that caught your eye?” she asked teasingly.
“Actually, there’s someone who goes by ‘Marc’ that may have potential,” said James. “Tall, about your age, blond, blue eyes. Quite handsome, but of course it would be your choice…”
“More handsome than you, darling?” said Emily. “I think not. Look, I can tell that you’re serious about this and have given it a great deal of thought. You know I love you deeply, and will love you forever, but this is a bit pf a leap forward for me and I’m going to have to think about it. Is that okay, sweetie?”
“Of course,” answered James, soberly and devoid of even a trace of impatience or disappointment.
Kissing her husband on the lips, she lay on her side and spooned her way into the front of her husband’s prone body beneath the sheets; her bum nestled into his warm pelvis.
“But if we go through with this, darling,” she said, “it would be easier for me psychologically and emotionally, if the man were your choice.”
They closed their eyes and drifted off to a deep, post coital sleep.
—
The next morning fell on a weekend. Emily had slept in, and by the time she awoke, James was already out and about. After fixing herself a large bowl of coffee, dressed only in panties and an off the shoulder top, and with the conversation from the night before still buzzing together with her morning sleepiness, she sat before their laptop in the room they used for an office and set about doing a little virtual exploring. With the details her husband had provided, she found the site in question in no time.
Her face went a little flush as she scanned the site. It was all very tasteful and well-produced, just as James had said. Scanning through the profiles of the various male escorts — black, white, Latin — Emily happened upon ‘Marc’. As advertised, and as her husband had said, the man was tall, quite good looking, though not really her type, and in his mid 30s. She perused his photos (non-nude) and read through his details and client reviews. It was all as her husband has claimed. But when she came to information about his ‘vital statistic’, she could feel her pulse quicken. It read, “9 inches and very thick.”
Emily blushed in earnest. That element of her James’s secret fantasy was a genuine surprise to her. She had always been more than happy with the size of her husband’s sex. Not ‘big’, but a very lovely size; one that never failed to touch her in places that gave her immense pleasure.
The idea of something bigger, or even much bigger, had certainly never been a fixation of hers, even privately. Yet, what was this she now felt? What was this immediate emotional reaction that demanded to be acknowledged? Excitement?
Yes. It was.
Sex with another man, a well-endowed man, while her husband watched. Yes. In her private thoughts, the idea, if only figuratively rather than literally, excited her. That said, there remained the very real trepidation of accommodating a large sex organ. What if it hurt? What if it didn’t… fit? She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, then closed the laptop.
—
Another week passed, uneventfully and without the matter being discussed further. James was often busy and not around. In the evening, they would lay together in a connubial embrace, making love and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear.
Arriving home after her last day of work before the beginning of their two-week holiday, Emily opened the door of their modernist house of glass and horizontal lines and came upon a large bouquet of her favourite flowers, set atop their large marble table in the foyer. An embossed envelope lay set against the base of the vase.
She smiled as she opened the envelope. Inside was a note and a hotel pass card. The logo on the card confirmed that it belonged to a lavish hotel and spa complex a short drive down the coast. A favourite of hers, it was couples oriented and came with several pools and two private beaches – clothing and clothing-optional options for both – and was pure elegance and hedonism combined into one; a serene and luxurious oasis at which to decompress. The note read, in James’s handwriting, “Dear Emily, check-in is tomorrow. I’ll meet you there the day after tomorrow. Bring yourself. Bring sexy clothes. Bring lingerie. Bring a bikini. Bring your libido. I love you more than you will ever know.”
Her hand holding the note trembled slightly. Gently biting her lower lip, she suppressed a smile that was decidedly naughty.
—
The next morning, she packed her things as per James’s instructions, donning a white blouse and a form-fitting matching red blazer and miniskirt, and made her way along the coastal highway in their Italian sports car. In just over an hour, she had arrived.
On her way to reception, she couldn’t fail but notice a strikingly good looking young black man, dressed in an elegant three-piece suit, sitting in one of the large leather lobby chairs. He smiled to her as she passed with the doorman in tow. She was flattered, though he looked very young.
Inside their expansive suite, another gorgeous bouquet from James awaited her. Closing her eyes, she brought the flowers to her nose, admiring their scent. She then unpacked and enjoyed a long, invigorating shower.
Later that afternoon, she slipped into a brief thong bikini, wrapped a mini sarong around her waist, grabbed her beach bag, and headed for the beach to catch a bit of the remaining sun.
Emily lay down her towel and cast her gaze across the expanse of the private white sand beach. There a were a number of other couples, but it was not overly crowded. Suddenly she heard someone say hello from behind. Turning, she came face to face with the same young black man she had passed earlier in the lobby. He was indeed young, though even better looking up close, with kind eyes and a gorgeous smile. She smiled back and said hello.
“Do you mind if I set my towel down here?” he asked, pointing to a spot a few feet from her. The way he smiled at her made her blush, but she saw no reason to refuse.
“I’m Evan, by the way,” he said, extending his hand to her.
“Pleasure to meet you, Evan,” she replied, shaking his hand.
“I see I’m not the only solo guest of the resort,” he added.
“I’m actually, here with my husband,” said Emily. “He doesn’t arrive until tomorrow.”
“Ah, lucky man,” said Evan with a knowing grin.
The young man, dressed in a tank top and square cut-style swimsuit, set about laying down his towel near hers. When he removed his top, two things became readily apparent – first, he had the chiseled physique of a male model, and second, his snug-fitting swimsuit appeared to be restraining something rather large. So much for not reinforcing the stereotype of black men, she thought to herself. She tried not to stare at his buff form, but he really was extremely nice to look at. He seemed to feel the same way about her.
The heat of the midday sun enveloped her and felt delicious against her tanned skin. Although she was content to sunbathe in silence, young Evan tried several times to engage her in polite conversation. He came across as charming but not pushy, with an underlying shyness that she found quite adorable, and once engaged in conversation, Emily found him to be extremely personable, well-mannered, and articulate. Truly, a young man older than his years.
After about an hour, the young man announced that he was going to make his way to the clothing-optional beach.
“Care to join me?” he asked with a cheeky smirk.
“No, thank you,” she replied graciously, though secretly confessing to herself that his nude body was very likely something to behold. As he packed up and made his way along the beach in the direction of the clothing-optional area, and from behind the anonymity of her sunglasses, she enjoyed a view of the young man’s taut behind.
—
That evening, Emily decided to indulge herself and unwind with a sensuous full body massage at the spa. In keeping with the hedonistic, adult-oriented theme of the resort, clients experienced massages in the nude, without a covering towel. At the appointed time, a pretty blond masseuse greeted her in the waiting area and escorted her to a private massage room overlooking the beach below. The woman politely gave her a moment alone to undress, returning a short while later. Emily lay across the wide massage table on her front, completely nude, sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and across her shapely behind.
Soft, soothing music, and the scent of lavender aromatherapy permeated the room. Combined, and having imbibed a glass of complimentary champagne while she waited in the spa’s reception area, she felt a slightly heady, happy buzz.
Covering her hands in warm massage oil, the woman began to work Emily’s entire body in silence, applying soft but firm pressure to her arms, back, calves, and thighs. In no time, Emily’s body glistened with oil, and she emitted a soft sigh from the pleasure of it.
“You have such a gorgeous body,” said the woman as she began applying oil and massaging Emily’s shapely behind.
“Thank you,” said Emily.
She was well aware that certain ‘additional services’ were always on offer to clients for an additional cost. In past visits, and though somewhat bi-curious, she had never taken advantage.
“Can I get you to spread your thighs a bit wider” asked the woman softly, careful not to break the calming mood. Emily dutifully complied, and the pretty blond poured droplets of warm oil from a spouted saucer across her thighs and behind. The oil pooled in the crevice of her derriere, trickling downward over her pussy. The woman then slowly worked the back of her upper thighs, upper inner thighs, and behind, eventually coming so close to Emily’s labial lips with her thumbs that Emily became conscious that she was becoming sexually aroused.
The woman continued her sensual touching unabated, and Emily began to feel a definite natural wetness between her legs. When the masseuse swept aside Emily’s long dark hair and began to knead the back of her delicate neck, she had to suppress and horny sigh.
With her face turned and facing the crotch of the woman’s short shorts, Emily awkwardly cleared her throat.
“Would it be possible to… add a ‘Tantric release’ to my massage?” she asked a little sheepishly. “You can bill it to my room.”
“Of course,” answered the woman in a dulcet, sensuous voice. “I thought you’d never ask. Why don’t you turn over and lay on your back?”
Emily did so and the woman moved in so close that Emily could feel her breath.
“May I do this with my lips rather than my fingers?” asked the woman, before softly pressing her lips to Emily’s in a gentle open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues met, and Emily was so aroused she could only manage an affirmative nod with her head.
The woman moved from her client’s lips to the small areolae of her breasts, silently suckling each one in turn until the nipples stood up puffy and swollen. Emily groaned and sighed and fondled the woman’s blond locks.
“I need you to raise your knees,” said the woman, her voice part lover, part therapist.
Emily brought her knees closer to her chest with her hands while the woman approached the end of the massage table.
“You have such a delicate little pussy,” she observed, teasing Emily’s inner thighs with soft kisses. “Like a tiny tight little flower.”
Emily’s head cocked backwards as the woman’s soft, wet tongue drew across her swollen labial lips, parting the pink folds like flower petals responding to rain drops.
Beginning slowly and gently, Emily observed that the woman knew exactly how to pleasure a woman orally – teasing, then gentle kisses, soft explorations with her tongue, ever more forcefully. Then, when she sensed Emily was fully primed, gently inserting two fingers, drawing her tongue along the length of her parted pink petals, and finally suckling her clitoris.
Emily swooned, arching her back, her hands now gripping the sides of the massage table. She began to feel a delicious grinding and churning deep in her pelvis. It built and built in intensity until there was no stopping it. With utter abandon, she grunted violently, open-jawed, as a cascading orgasm coursed through her entire body in delicious jaw-clenching waves.
Completely spent, Emily lay back as the woman smiled at her from above, wiping Emily’s feminine juices from her lips and chin, before leaning in and kissing her a last time.
“That was my pleasure,” said the woman, clearly smitten.
Emily sighed a languorous sigh. “No, it was definitely mine.”
—
James arrived the next morning. Emily met him with a tight embrace, obviously delighted and happy to see him. The two of them enjoyed a leisurely breakfast; at that point still avoiding the topic of conversation that remained front and center in both their minds. She decided not to mention her thoroughly enjoyable ‘girl on girl’ experience the day before.
Later, they made love in a way that was truly love making – tender, and true meeting of body and spirit.
They showered together afterwards, and sitting together in their big fluffy white robes, James announced that he would be busy for the better part of the day, suggesting that she make her way into the nearby town to enjoy an afternoon of window shopping. He had a special evening planned, he said, and had some arrangements to make. She smiled somewhat conspiratorially but once again didn’t press for details.
Emily readied herself for an afternoon of high-end boutique shopping, dressing in a pair of tight black pants and a pretty yellow blouse.
In the early afternoon, the valet brought her car around. Behind the wheel, and with the top down, she made her way back along the ocean highway to the small village that was a cluster of designer brand shops.
Happily wandering the streets, she stopped in a number of stores, all clearly catering to clientele of means. She tried on several dresses, several pairs of open-toed heels, and a number of bikinis, before purchasing several pairs of French silk stockings.
After stopping for a break and a light lunch, she resumed her window shopping. Walking down a side street of small, elegant independents, she found herself in front of a shop specializing in high end sex toys, sex aids, erotica, and sexual paraphernalia. Somewhat tentatively, she entered the boutique and began to browse, eventually stopping at a display of specialty condoms. Spotting a brand simply named “TheyFit G31”, she picked up one of the blue colored packages.
A woman’s voice suddenly broke the silence.
“Is your husband well endowed?”
Emily turned to face a well-preserved, well dressed, middle-aged woman. The woman had clearly noted Emily’s wedding ring.
“Pardon?” replied Emily.
“I only ask because that brand is custom designed for extremely well-endowed men. TheyFit brand is actually the world’s largest condom. It’s 10 inches long and can comfortably accommodate a penile girth up to 8 inches, which is about the circumference of a Pringles can.”
Emily felt her face redden. But despite the rather unusual and deeply personal question, there was something about the woman’s unaffected, slightly maternal demeanour that, despite being far from a prude, negated Emily’s natural reserve when it came to public discussions of private matters.
“You’re such a petite little thing,” said the woman, “I can imagine your husband’s size is a challenge? Let me show you a very helpful book.”
Without waiting for a response, the woman led Emily to a bookshelf of sexual self-help guides standing next to the erotic fiction.
“Here it is,” she said, pointing to a discreetly-covered book entitled “A Woman’s Guide to Sex with a Well-endowed Man”.
Emily found herself smiling and blushing at the same time. “No, thank you. Perhaps just the condoms,” she said, not wanting to disappoint.
“Very good,” she replied, before taking Emily by the arm and guiding her to a nearby display of sexual lubricants.
“If you don’t have any already, I highly recommend a sexual lubricant when making love to a man like your husband, preferably an oil-based one. It really is essential, especially if your man has difficulty penetrating you because he’s so large, which can be painful for the woman, though I suspect you may already know that. Remember to apply a liberal amount to the entire shaft of your husband’s erection and it will make intercourse less difficult and more pleasurable for you.”
Emily smiled. The woman had completely charmed her. Though still not entirely convinced she would ever have cause to use either, Emily purchased the condoms and the lubrication and left.
—
Back at the resort, Emily met her husband in their suite. Later, as dusk was approaching, they stepped out onto the private balcony and embraced.
“I hope you’re ready for something quite special tonight,” said James, kissing his wife tenderly.
“Oh, sweetheart, are you sure?” she asked, holding his face gently in her hands and looking intently into his eyes.
“Very,” he said. “I can’t explain it, and please don’t judge me, but I’m very excited. I hope you are, too.”
Sensing what he needed to hear, Emily kissed her husband once more and whispered in his ear.
“I’m very excited. I can’t wait for you to watch another man fuck me with his big dick.”
—
Shortly thereafter, Emily emerged from the shower to find another note from her husband. “Wear something sexy and go to the lounge, the elegant one. Go now. I’ll meet you there in an hour,” it read.
Emily proceeded to dress in a tight sweater, short slited skirt, silk stockings, and heels. She felt nervous and a little light-headed, not knowing what to expect, as she made her way to the lounge. she was seated by the host at a small table near the stand-up bar.
She hadn’t been seated more than five minutes when a barmaid arrived to deliver a large glass of red wine.
“An Argentinian Malbec blend,” she said with a smile. Startled, Emily looking around for her husband.
“Compliments of the gentleman seated at the bar,” added the woman and pointing to the very sexy-looking young black man dressed in a suit and tie. It was Evan.
Emily watched as Evan slid off his bar stool and approached.
“Hello,” she said. “How did you know this is my favourite wine?”
“Just a guess,” Evan answered with a mischievous grin. “Cheers.”
They struck up a conversation of pleasant, even enjoyable small talk, while Evan stood. Eventually, Emily thought it rude not to offer the young man a chair at her table.
“Until my husband arrives,” she said.
Despite feeling rather confused by events, Emily and Evan continued their pleasant conversation. At one point, Emily’s curiosity got the better of her.
“How old are you, Evan, if you don’t mind my asking, and what do you do?”
“I’m twenty-four,” he replied.
More than a decade her junior, she thought to herself.
“As for what I do… “
Just then, James arrived at their table, looking elegant in a black suit, crisp white shirt, and black tie.
“Evan, this is my husband, James…” Emily started to say before noticing her two male companions were looking at each other rather knowingly.
Suddenly, it all pieced together, and all at once, she knew. It was Evan. Evan was the escort.
“Yes,” James admitted when she put the question to him.
“It was important to me for the two of you to have a chance to get to know one another, even if just only casually,” he said. “Wouldn’t you agree that Evan is a very attractive, very charming young man, darling?”
For her, the room was practically swimming. The shock and surprise of it all. She took a large sip of wine to steady herself.
“I know it’s a bit of a surprise, but after you’ve had a chance to let the initial shock pass, hopefully this will make things easier. Less cold and impersonal,” said James, sensing his wife’s shock and gripping her hand beneath the table. “I hope we can all enjoy this.”
“I have a lot of couples for clients, Mrs. Larson” said Even in a reassuring tone. “I’m here to make you both feel very good, and to help create a very special evening. You’re a very special couple. I’m excited to be a part of your… fantasy. To help make it a reality.”
Though the conversation that followed was slightly surreal, after a few moments, Emily gathered her composure and even began to get excited. In truth, her husband was right – having had a chance to meet Evan in a different context somehow made it more exciting. The smile at reception, the conversation at the beach, even the chance to ‘check him out’ in advance. He was less than a stranger. He was also undeniably a very attractive, very sexy young man, with a gorgeous smile, a charming personality, and a body to die for. Which reminded her – the front of that overtaxed swimsuit of his.
She took a deep breath and another large sip of wine.
When Evan excused himself to use the washroom, James took his wife’s hand, kissed it, and leaned in close.
“Darling, I know I’m asking a great deal of you, but will you do one more thing for me?” he asked, almost whispering. “Will go back to the suite, change, and wait for us? That matching black bra and panty set, if you brought them with you? We’ll join you in about twenty minutes. There’s a bottle of champagne already chilled and waiting.”
Emily made her way back to the suite, her heart pounding in her chest. Her husband knew her only too well — champagne was like an aphrodisiac to her.
Closing the door to their room, she went immediately to the laptop laying atop the desk and searched for the escort site, her fingers fumbling with nervous energy. In a matter of seconds, she found what she was looking for. A profile she had passed by several days ago, perhaps owing to the identified age – “24”. “Evan.” It was him. With another deep breath, she quickly scrolled down to his relevant “statistics”. When her eyes focused on the declared number, her heart nearly stopped.
“That can’t be true,” she said aloud. That number made her weak in the knees.
Suddenly, she remembered the older woman at the sex shop earlier that day. The lubrication. She’d left her purse and bags in the bedroom. Hurrying along the hallway, she stepped into the bedroom. What she saw next gave her the third big shock of the day.
Lighting arcs surrounded the large, king-size bed, and several cameras were set atop the bedroom table. There was even a tripod and several bags of miscellaneous photographic equipment. Clearly, James was good on his word and intended to photograph her and Evan in bed together, presumably having sex.
Without stopping long to take it all in, she hurriedly changed into her black bra and panties and a pair of red heels. She was sitting atop an oak table in the living room when James and Evan entered the suite. They were both clearly impressed with how she looked.
