[F4F] Confronting your husband’s escort/whore

Like any other morning, I have gotten up at 8 am, made myself some tea before my morning meditation. Followed by a jog around the block, and topping it off by a nice warm shower and shaving my body smooth. Doing what I do for a living, I have to take care of my body.. "pornstar bod" is what they call it.

Though I have contemplated getting into the industry, I much preferred the intimacy of being for hire.. The allure of men and women alike taking out their frustrations, realizing their fantasies, their darkest deepest desires with someone they find hot.. Well that's all the more validating. Men cheating on their wives to suck a girl's dick.. Women cheating on their husbands to fuck a girl in the ass with a strap on for a sense of control.

It is a strange world we live in, one where the line gender conformity is ever blurring, where judgement is done less and less, and one where a girl like me can excel it with all the things I enjoy doing with people. The best part about it? I fucking love it.. Nothing turns me on more than receiving an email starting with "hey, I heard all about you".

People just love me in bed. And well, most, if not all of my clients are repeat clients. One in particular. Planning on divorcing his wife to be closer to me. I hope he's not planning on asking my hand in marriage. I enjoy the watches, the purses, the dresses he buys for me.. But that's all I am, a whore. And I love it.

I step out of the shower and dry myself up, looking myself in the mirror.. Been working so hard at maintaining my body it's hard not to admire myself. My pale skin, my raven black hair, my deep dark brown eyes, my tattooed shoulder leading a sleeve on my left arm, C cup breasts and the pink pierced nipples, my thick thighs, thicker ass.. And in most cases, the star of the show, my veiny 7" that men and women love. Though if I'm honest, I do miss being a submissive pet..

Maybe one day.

I check my email for this morning to see if I have 'work' today, and sure enough I receive an anonymous email, inviting me to a penthouse suite to the Mariott hotel in town, wearing my sluttiest lingerie as a request. Whoever this person is, they have expensive taste.. I like that. I reply that I will be there and I waste no time to carefully pick my outfit for the night.

I decide to go for a black lace lingerie set, fishnet stockings, a harness that links to me thigh straps, my cock nicely tucked into my black thong, I decide to go with a red body tight dress, matching red stiletto heels that your husband got me a week ago on him and his wife's anniversary.. How sweet of him to think of me on his special day. In my purse, I pack condoms, a bullet vibrator, cuffs, and my trusty chastity cage.. Just in case.

Hours pass and my Uber takes me to the hotel, I call the elevator all the way to the last floor, strut my way to my client's suite, and knock on the door.. Only to find a face all so familiar, l've seen you in your husband’s phone lockscreen.. It- It can't be.

Being the professional I am, I greet you back with a warm smile and walk into the suite as invited.