#housewife hooker

Anna had slipped away from the main resort and was enjoying what she thought was a secluded view over the ocean.  It was a raised concrete balcony overlooking the shore, just tucked behind a cliff to give some privacy.  It was the perfect place to get away from her husband and the kids for a while. She heard footsteps from around the corner before she heard the man’s voice.

“Oh, there you are,” the man said.  “Yuki, right?” Before Anna could correct him, he began walking her around the corner and taking off his robe.  His long, thick and still flaccid cock swayed freely as he put the robe down on a nearby chair, beside the raised massage table.  “I’m Carl.  Tiffany usually takes care of me, but the agency said she was out of town,” he continued.  

Anna stared at his tight, firm buttocks as he bent over to get something from the robe’s pocket. “$500, right?” he said handing her a stack of bills.  She took it and nodded quietly, not sure how to get out of this situation any longer.  “Cool, let’s get started,” he said as he laid face down on the massage table.

Anna thought to herself that a massage wasn’t all that bad a thing to do for $500.  And after all, he was a very attractive man.  She put the $500 in her beach bag and started to think what she should do next.

“Dry massage is fine,” Carl told her.  “I don’t like all those oils,” he said.

Anna decided to speak as little as possible.  She began massaging the stranger’s feet, working her way up his firm, naked body.  She worked her way up to his neck and shoulders.  She was standing in front of his head, working on his upper back when she felt his hands begin to caress her legs.  She stifled a moan as his warm, rough hands found their way up the backs of her thighs and onto her petite, firm ass cheeks.

Anna let out a whimper as his thick finger slid easily inside of her wet cunt.  With his free hand, he pulled off her bikini bottom and let it fall to the ground.  She could barely stand up straight, much less massage him, as he teased her pussy lips and clit. She squeezed his back and slumped over him as she came to his fingering.

“I’m gonna turn over now,” Carl announced as Anna tried to recuperate. She was bargaining with herself about how a handjob wouldn’t be that bad.  Hell, the president once said even a blowjob wasn’t cheating, she rationalized to herself.

Anna was about to grab his hard cock and start slowly stroking him, when Carl shifted abruptly.  “As nice as your massage is, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Carl said.  He easily lifted her up with one arm and pulled her on top of his naked body.

“Ohhh, ffffuccckk,” Anna moaned as she sank herself down onto Carl’s rock hard cock.  She whimpered and shook as she got accustomed to Carl’s length and girth.  Soon, she was riding him, eagerly building to her next orgasm.  As she came, she slumped forward on top of the stranger.  

Carl pumped a few more times before groaning mightily and lifting Anna off of his cock.  She felt the warm shot of cum splash her pussy and ass cheeks.

“Hhhhoooollly shit,” Carl gasped.  “Wow, even Tiffany never let me go bareback,” he said.  “Damn!”

Anna fought the urge to kiss the stranger before she dismounted.  “So … same time tomorrow?” Carl asked as Anna picked up her bikini and got dressed again.  

Anna couldn’t think of anything to do but nod.  She told herself that this Yuki girl would sort it out.  But the very next day, she found herself again on the patio, waiting for her Carl.

Try as he might, Tom just couldn’t get Julie out of his mind.  He had seen her around the office before.  She was hard to miss; tall, slim, gorgeous.  They’d been working together on big project for the last two weeks, and it was driving him insane.

Tom and his wife had had more sex in the past two weeks than they had in the past two years.  His wife was beautiful, but she was blonde and petite, nothing like Julie.

He knew Julie was married, which he reasoned meant that having an affair with her almost impossible.  Nonetheless, he had an itch he had to scratch.

“Just get an escort,” one of his friends suggested.  Tom rejected that idea at first, but as his need grew, he started looking.

“Too bad she’s not Asian or Latina,” he said to himself as he perused the websites after work.  Nothing appealed to him until, one Friday night, he saw a stunning photo that he couldn’t resist.  The girl, ‘Tiffany,’ had long legs, perfect breasts and wavy hair, just like Julia.  

Her face was edited over, but Tom knew he had to give it a try.  He looked at her reviews online.  "Almost too good to be true,“ was a common phrase.  "She’s not always available,” another review noted before adding, “but worth waiting for.” Another review put it bluntly: “Gorgeous!  Tiffany is worth every penny.”

“That’s enough for me,” Tom thought.  He called to schedule an appointment and a man answered. He made the arrangements and told his wife he had to head into the office.

He was nervous as he walked through the hotel lobby.  He impatiently pressed the elevator button and practically ran to the room number he was given.  Tom composed himself, and then knocked on the door.

He heard the girl come to the door and hesitate as she looked at him through the peephole.  After an eternity, she opened the door.  Tom stood there in shock, staring at Julia.

“Well,” she said, “this is awkward.”  She smiled at him as he stared from the hallway.  "Are you coming in, Tom?“