Hiring a Professional
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When my shy wife told me she had a sexy surprise for my birthday this year, I didn’t have high hopes. Her kind of wild is having missionary sex with the lights on. She’s just never been an adventurous type of girl, but that’s okay, I still love her. It was getting late, and I still hadn’t gotten the ‘surprise,’ when our doorbell rang. She clapped her hands and said, “She’s here!” She bit her lower lip and added, “Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off. I love you.” I had no idea what she was talking about as she went to answer the door. As I was getting undressed, I heard a hushed conversation between my wife and another woman, then my wife gasped, followed by a minute of silence. Then my wife walked into our bedroom. She was already naked, something she didn’t usually like to do until she was under the blankets. She was giving off a confident vibe and eyeing me like I was something she’d like to take a bite of. “Honey, who was at the door?” I asked. She flashed a wide smile as she ran her fingers through her short brown hair. “I’m not your wife, sugar. I’m a hopper escort your wife hired to show you a good time.” My jaw dropped. I’d heard about these services. It was a way to spice up the bedroom without cheating. Still, I never thought my wife would go for something like this. I watched as the sex worker in my wife began feeling up her tits, drawing my eyes to them as she squeezed them and pushed them together. “I’m gonna make your wife do all sorts of kinky things to you tonight,” she promised. “Now just lay back, and let me get to work.”