after....

You had been aching to attend to S---, the weekly appointments now very comfortable. The very specific demands of your clients being quite simple, honest and direct. And fortunately he was one of about a dozen you oversaw who respected your needs You just happened to love his cock. And, his intensity when he came. Perhaps your husband was right after all, you had confided to a friend…some statistics and observations don’t necessarily merit the needs of everyone. At least not for you or those you’ve maintained for the past several months.

It had been a good move to add on a separate apartment….starting out as you did was an expense but you certainly had the desires of recouping and ensuring a style of business conducive to your comfort as well. Down in the city and several stories high; huge wrap around windows on your corner space and your office, taking up the largest of the rooms, itself engaged with rich, bold colors and textures that gave you the intimate pleasure you wanted to impart, to share with your men as well. It was also a place for you just to get away from the husband, the kids…you had talked to him about doing this anyhow. Sometimes you’d just get away for a week or so for some downtime.

Sometimes…okay, all the time, … you would end up with at least your left hand tightly wrapped around a throbbing and quite thick penis. Always large, just as you arranged for yourself. Tugging. Pulling at the shaft…knowing there was an expectation of release. The several hundred would be present… in the envelope you pre-arranged to be placed by your expectant lovers on the edge of the curio cabinet in the foyer. You trusted them as well. And they valued your abilities and paid you exceedingly handsomely. You valued their pleasure as well. Today’s 2 PM appointment was merely an acknowledgment of the previous day’s lunch meeting---he, of course, treating you to a lovely grilled balsamic chicken and salad. You, of course, making the business decision as to his overall value….to a certain degree, his sexuality as well. You had considerately turned down a few in the past month. Something in them just didn’t spark your interest. All of them showed a desire to prove and to show your on-line requirements…but, you also wanted more of an interaction.

You enjoyed fucking your men. A pleasure that your husband expressed and that which you thought would be economically satisfying to explore with your more profitable men. A reversal of standard sexual play. Your husband had even bought the device that other men seemed to enjoy being used upon them. You, of course, provided the extra large condoms and lubricant.. For some reason, their wives and lovers felt disdain but their men felt otherwise. Your desire was theirs only for the asking. The thick, well lubed dildo you would bury deep in their expectant ass…that curious yet full pleasure orgasm to be experienced from your anal fuck. Just the lightest grip around their thick cock and stroke would bring about the strongest and most intense orgasm they would ever confess. Something that their respective partners would never dream doing. You had the answer and skills. It would remain your secret… and that of your man.

He, of course, knew. You would tell him after each one.