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Trulybig, you will enjoy hearing this completely real story and it is OK to share. It was two years ago. Karen, my wife was turning 50 and although she acted like it was no big deal it was clear that she was realizing age changes had occurred. She had been a very thin almost model thin figure when first married. At that time, she had long blond hair, small but pert breasts, and overall shapely body. But, now two grown kids almost 25 years later she was overweight, her breasts from two children were larger but sagged, she had a round middle, and her hair was short cut to match her age. She also now wore glasses and knew she was not attractive as she had once been. If anything, her upcoming birthday was a depressing negative to her.
Our sex life was likely similar to other married couples after 25 years with two children living in a small home. It was often a rushed sex and any sex we had was not often. Plus, the sex when it did occur was almost always the same pattern, oral on her with perhaps occasional use of a vibrator or dildo to add to the oral to get her off, a brief period of sucking my average sized cock to a reasonable hardness, and then a missionary quick sex that lasted a minute or two. In fact, if the entire foreplay to fucking lasted 10 minutes it was considered a long session. Furthermore, Karen often found herself not in the mood due to work or the day’s aggravations, frustration with her job, the lack of any excitement sexually, anger at me for some marital spat or even perceived slight, and perhaps being at a situation in a routine life that was never anticipated.
Two years ago, my job was going to involve a trip to Vegas for a meeting. We decided in honor of Karen’s birthday we would stay over after the meeting for 3 nights once my work was concluded and celebrate her birthday with a fancy dinner and show. We did look forward to the trip and I wanted to stay somewhere else than where my meeting was occurring to make sure we were away from anything that could drag me back to business. However, shortly before the trip, the company I worked for changed plans where I had to fly a day in advance. So, I was in Vegas by myself for one evening before my wife would fly in the next day.
I did some gambling and won five hundred dollars on a hot slot. It was hard to quit because it was still very early evening but I knew I didn’t want to lose the money. I went up to my room but was bored. I started to wonder if I could get a massage or maybe even a happy ending type massage at one of those Spas or similar. I looked at a couple websites including Craigslist and Backpage (which still existed). However, on one of those sites I came across these escort ads which as you scrolled included both women and men advertising. Suddenly, the light bulb came on for me. What if I hired a male escort to give my wife a special birthday present that would make her feel good about herself, please her sexually, and maybe create an excitement that was lacking for us both? However, would she even agree to something like that? I knew if I just called and asked her, Karen would say absolutely not. Now, when we were younger she was not a prude. We once did a trip to New York and saw a live sex show in the Times Square area. We had gone to a nude beach once as well in California, but again this was pre-kids so 25 years plus in the distant past. But, I felt with how she had been acting with her upcoming birthday I could be creative.
I called a few of the people on ads and not once did anyone answer. I then tried sending a couple of emails with my number to call. I never reached anyone. However, just about 11 PM as I was in bed ready to fall asleep my cell phone rang. “Hi this is Davon I am returning your call”? Quite frankly having called and sent several emails I was not sure which ad was the one with Davon. I told him exactly what I was seeking for my wife and that she might not go for it, along with the other details of her age, weight and looks (I didn’t want to present her as a hot wife which wasn’t the case). Davon said he had tons of experience with that situation, married couples, older women, etc. However, his fee was firm, it might just be a massage that he did on my wife and if she was not interested in more than she still would have a very professional massage in the privacy of our room. He said he could also simply do the massage in the nude and show off a bit like a model or stripper and nothing else unless she so desired. His fee was $300 for an hour and when I heard that amount I was reluctant. I asked could he describe himself because I was confused now to which was his ad Sure, he said and on the phone was a very friendly guy. I am 6’2”, very muscular black male, I actually do sports massages, and I am very well-endowed and am very gifted in my abilities. I told Davon I was just average in size at 6” and she would not be use to someone bigger and could I ask what very well-endowed equaled. Davon sighed, as I guessed he was often asked that question. Well I haven’t measured it but others have, so it’s around 9”long by 7” around and I know how to use it so I never hurt a woman. Well, I will admit the thoughts of seeing my wife with a black guy with a huge cock like that excited me. So I agreed and had to give some detailed information so Davon would know he would get paid no matter what and we set a time for the next evening for 9 PM.
My wife arrived the next day around 2 pm and I kept trying to figure out a way to share what was planned. I knew that if we backed out I was still have to pay $300 so at the very least the massage for her was going to occur. I told Karen that I had planned a special evening for her birthday and that would include a massage professional coming to our room. She was OK with that although it didn’t seem to especially excite her or make her happy to have a massage. I had dinner reservations in our hotel, which was the Mandalay Bay at 7 pm. I thought we could have a drink or two but I didn’t want her to get too loaded because she would more likely fall asleep than relax. Everything was going fine and I texted Davon once or twice too just to make sure he would be there at 9 pm. Around 8:30 we had finished and were back in the room. I suggested that since she was going to have a massage she should shower. She came out of the shower around 8:45 and asked how this was going to work exactly and just about at that time my cell phone rang. Davon was in the casino lobby area and told me I had to come down because the hotel had security and without a room key he wouldn’t be able to get on the elevator. I explained to my wife that Davon did professional massages and some stripping too and that it would be up to her if she wanted him to do that or not. She looked a bit upset but I had to leave to get him.
I found Davon easily and we headed up together. I was nervous and explained to Davon when no one else was in the elevator that I was uncertain how far my wife would desire and that it might be only the massage and I added that I did share he might do a little strip for her. He seemed very relaxed about it and also he was exactly as described, very well built, good looking, and seemingly very experienced with these situations.
Our sex life was likely similar to other married couples after 25 years with two children living in a small home. It was often a rushed sex and any sex we had was not often. Plus, the sex when it did occur was almost always the same pattern, oral on her with perhaps occasional use of a vibrator or dildo to add to the oral to get her off, a brief period of sucking my average sized cock to a reasonable hardness, and then a missionary quick sex that lasted a minute or two. In fact, if the entire foreplay to fucking lasted 10 minutes it was considered a long session. Furthermore, Karen often found herself not in the mood due to work or the day’s aggravations, frustration with her job, the lack of any excitement sexually, anger at me for some marital spat or even perceived slight, and perhaps being at a situation in a routine life that was never anticipated.
Two years ago, my job was going to involve a trip to Vegas for a meeting. We decided in honor of Karen’s birthday we would stay over after the meeting for 3 nights once my work was concluded and celebrate her birthday with a fancy dinner and show. We did look forward to the trip and I wanted to stay somewhere else than where my meeting was occurring to make sure we were away from anything that could drag me back to business. However, shortly before the trip, the company I worked for changed plans where I had to fly a day in advance. So, I was in Vegas by myself for one evening before my wife would fly in the next day.
I did some gambling and won five hundred dollars on a hot slot. It was hard to quit because it was still very early evening but I knew I didn’t want to lose the money. I went up to my room but was bored. I started to wonder if I could get a massage or maybe even a happy ending type massage at one of those Spas or similar. I looked at a couple websites including Craigslist and Backpage (which still existed). However, on one of those sites I came across these escort ads which as you scrolled included both women and men advertising. Suddenly, the light bulb came on for me. What if I hired a male escort to give my wife a special birthday present that would make her feel good about herself, please her sexually, and maybe create an excitement that was lacking for us both? However, would she even agree to something like that? I knew if I just called and asked her, Karen would say absolutely not. Now, when we were younger she was not a prude. We once did a trip to New York and saw a live sex show in the Times Square area. We had gone to a nude beach once as well in California, but again this was pre-kids so 25 years plus in the distant past. But, I felt with how she had been acting with her upcoming birthday I could be creative.
I called a few of the people on ads and not once did anyone answer. I then tried sending a couple of emails with my number to call. I never reached anyone. However, just about 11 PM as I was in bed ready to fall asleep my cell phone rang. “Hi this is Davon I am returning your call”? Quite frankly having called and sent several emails I was not sure which ad was the one with Davon. I told him exactly what I was seeking for my wife and that she might not go for it, along with the other details of her age, weight and looks (I didn’t want to present her as a hot wife which wasn’t the case). Davon said he had tons of experience with that situation, married couples, older women, etc. However, his fee was firm, it might just be a massage that he did on my wife and if she was not interested in more than she still would have a very professional massage in the privacy of our room. He said he could also simply do the massage in the nude and show off a bit like a model or stripper and nothing else unless she so desired. His fee was $300 for an hour and when I heard that amount I was reluctant. I asked could he describe himself because I was confused now to which was his ad Sure, he said and on the phone was a very friendly guy. I am 6’2”, very muscular black male, I actually do sports massages, and I am very well-endowed and am very gifted in my abilities. I told Davon I was just average in size at 6” and she would not be use to someone bigger and could I ask what very well-endowed equaled. Davon sighed, as I guessed he was often asked that question. Well I haven’t measured it but others have, so it’s around 9”long by 7” around and I know how to use it so I never hurt a woman. Well, I will admit the thoughts of seeing my wife with a black guy with a huge cock like that excited me. So I agreed and had to give some detailed information so Davon would know he would get paid no matter what and we set a time for the next evening for 9 PM.
My wife arrived the next day around 2 pm and I kept trying to figure out a way to share what was planned. I knew that if we backed out I was still have to pay $300 so at the very least the massage for her was going to occur. I told Karen that I had planned a special evening for her birthday and that would include a massage professional coming to our room. She was OK with that although it didn’t seem to especially excite her or make her happy to have a massage. I had dinner reservations in our hotel, which was the Mandalay Bay at 7 pm. I thought we could have a drink or two but I didn’t want her to get too loaded because she would more likely fall asleep than relax. Everything was going fine and I texted Davon once or twice too just to make sure he would be there at 9 pm. Around 8:30 we had finished and were back in the room. I suggested that since she was going to have a massage she should shower. She came out of the shower around 8:45 and asked how this was going to work exactly and just about at that time my cell phone rang. Davon was in the casino lobby area and told me I had to come down because the hotel had security and without a room key he wouldn’t be able to get on the elevator. I explained to my wife that Davon did professional massages and some stripping too and that it would be up to her if she wanted him to do that or not. She looked a bit upset but I had to leave to get him.
I found Davon easily and we headed up together. I was nervous and explained to Davon when no one else was in the elevator that I was uncertain how far my wife would desire and that it might be only the massage and I added that I did share he might do a little strip for her. He seemed very relaxed about it and also he was exactly as described, very well built, good looking, and seemingly very experienced with these situations.