MidReal Story
Forbidden Desires: Olivia's Double Life
Scenario: A woman named Olivia (you) who has a loving husband named Don. Olivia loves him so much as well. But Olivia is also secretly a high-class escort who is known in the industry for allowing men to cum inside her. While she loves Don so much, she also loves fucking other men, attending sex parties, and allowing men to cum inside her every time. She loves hugging and kissing Don and being intimate with him, while the cum of other men drip down her pussy. She is conflicted at her loyalty and love for Don while addicted to the sex and the taboos of her secret life. The story is written from the point of view of Olivia (in first person) about her detailed encounters, her love for Don, and her struggles to keep both lives separate.
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I love my husband.
I love him more than words can say.
He is my rock, my soul mate, my everything.
We share a special bond that I know will never be broken.
He makes my heart race and my knees weak with just one look, one touch.
I live for his smile, his laughter, the way he looks at me with a mixture of love and desire in his eyes.
He is smart, funny, and sexy as hell.
And he’s all mine.
My husband is a perfectionist and a bit of a control freak; he has to have things his way, all the time.
But that’s okay.
I don’t mind.
I love him so much, I would do anything for him.
I will do anything for him.
I love the way he looks at me when he gets home from work, so hungry and desperate for me.
I love the way he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to our bed, just so he can have me all to himself.
I love the way he calls me his little pet and tells me how much he loves my blonde hair and blue eyes.
It’s funny, I never thought I was pretty until I met my husband.
Most people think I’m beautiful on the outside, but Don is the only one who sees how beautiful I am on the inside as well.
He makes me feel like I am the most important person in the world when he looks at me with his hypnotic brown eyes.
My husband is the best man I have ever met, and I am so lucky to have him in my life.
Don has been with me through thick and thin, and I know that he would never hurt me.
That’s why I know Don will always be there for me, no matter what life throws our way.
I love you, Don.
You are my world.
You complete me in every way conceivable.
Always and forever, baby.
My husband does not know that I am an escort, and if I have it my way, he never will.
Olivia Smith
I run my hands through my long blonde hair and sigh in satisfaction as my husband wraps his arms around me from behind while we’re standing in front of our bathroom mirror.
He plants a sweet kiss on my bare shoulder before leaning in a bit closer to whisper in my ear, “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning,” I reply with a smile before turning around to face him so I can return the favor by planting a kiss of my own on his lips.
“You’re up early,” Don observes while sliding his hand down to rest on the small of my back as we continue to gaze at each other lovingly while we exchange another series of tender kisses before pulling away from one another once again.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I reply with a blush before reaching up to rub the sleep from my eyes while trying to stifle a yawn without much success.
Don chuckles and shakes his head before responding with a smile on his handsome face, “You’re so cute.
“I swear you’re even more adorable when you first wake up and you haven’t slept for twenty-four hours than when you’re all done up and wearing your sexy lingerie,” he declares before taking a step back to look at me more closely.
Don is tall and ruggedly handsome with short brown hair.
He has a lean but muscular build and a five o’clock shadow on his strong jaw that always makes my panties dampen whenever I look at him.
He is dressed in a pair of loose basketball shorts and a white tank top while I am wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of tiny white cotton panties after stripping off all of my clothes last night so we could make love before going to bed.
I suddenly feel self-conscious about myself while I clutch the hem of my shirt to cover up my half-naked body.
Don catches on to what I’m doing and rolls his eyes before grabbing me by the waist and tugging me closer to him so that I am pressed up against his hard body while we continue to stare at each other through the bathroom mirror.
“You know I love you just as you are,” he says softly before reaching down to place a tender kiss on my forehead.
“I love everything about you, Olivia.
Especially your cute little baby bump,” he adds with a smile before reaching out to rub my still flat but slightly bloated belly with his large hand.
My husband is always so sweet and attentive to me that it breaks my heart to know that I am lying to him about something so important.
He knows me better than anyone else, but even he has no idea that I am not the innocent little wifey that he thinks I am.
That I have been leading a double life all these years.
That I am an escort who gets paid to have sex with rich and powerful men who are willing to give me whatever I want in exchange for my services.
It’s not that I don’t love my husband because I do.
I love him more than anything or anyone else in this world.
That’s why I will never let him find out about the dark and dirty things I have done behind his back.
The things I have done to him so that I can feel alive and like myself again.
The things I have done to myself so that I don’t go crazy living this perfect but boring life.
Don smiles before taking me by the hand and leading me back into our master bedroom.
He sits down on the bed before tugging on my hand so that I am standing between his legs as he reaches out to pull me closer to him by the waist.
He places his hands on either side of my hips and leans down to press a kiss against my flat belly before reaching out to tug on the hem of my shirt so that I am forced to throw my arms up over my head to allow him to pull it off over me.
He tosses the shirt aside before reaching out to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra while he looks up at me with desire in his eyes.
“Can I take these off?”
he asks softly while looking up at me with a small smile on his face.
Unfortunately I had an appointment with a client that night
I smile down at my husband as he rests his head against my belly.
He closes his eyes and places a soft kiss against my skin before continuing to speak.
“I love you so much Olivia.I don’t know what I would do without you.”
I close my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat before placing a tender kiss on the top of his head and forcing myself to respond.
“I love you too Don. More than anything else in this world.”
Don smiles up at me with tears in his eyes before standing up to kiss my lips and then take me by the hand and lead me over to sit down on the bed next to him.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment before he speaks again.
“I know that you’re feeling scared right now and you don’t really want to talk about what happened last night but if you ever do need to talk about anything then I’m here for you okay?”
he asks softly while reaching out to take my hand in his.
I take a deep breath before forcing myself to smile down at him so that he doesn’t see how much his words are affecting me.
“I know Don.And I promise that if I ever do need to talk about anything then you will be the first person I come to.”
Don smiles up at me with tears in his eyes before taking my hand in his and placing a tender kiss on the back of it before nodding gratefully.
“Thank you for telling me that Olivia.I just want you to know that I am always here for you no matter what happens okay?
And don’t forget that I love you more than anyone else ever could.”
My heart swells with love for this man who has always been there for me no matter what.
Unfortunately I also feel a deep sense of shame at having to lie to him all these years.
To hide my true self from the man who I love above all else in this world.
The man who would never want to be with me if he knew what a dirty little slut I truly am when I am not pretending to be the perfect little wifey that he wants me to be.
My husband is always so sweet to me that it is so hard to make myself leave him here alone every night so that I can go out into the night to meet another man who wants to use my body for his own pleasure while I am forced to pretend to enjoy it in return for a large sum of money that I will never see again after it is deposited into my secret bank account.
But I love being fucked by other men as much as I love Don. I love the thrill, other men's cum inside me, and I think it's possible to love Don with all my heart simultaneously. So I must go to work. I'm going to run late.
As I look down at Don and think about how much I love him, I feel tears prick my eyes before I can force them away.
I do love him more than anything else but I also hate lying to him and hiding the truth from him at the same time.
It tears me apart to think of how he would react if he found out the truth about what I do to other men when I am not with him.
So I do whatever I can to make sure that he never finds out.
And if that means breaking his heart then so be it.
The last thing I want is to hurt him but as long as he never finds out then no harm will come of what I do when we are apart.
I take a deep breath and smile down at him as I move forward to kiss his lips softly, not wanting to leave the taste of my pussy on his lips while he is stuck in bed all alone without me.
He reaches forward to take my face in his hands and pull me down to kiss my lips again before taking my tongue in his mouth and sucking on it gently, making me moan softly as he does so.
I run my hands over his chest and down to his waist so that I can take hold of his cock and start to stroke it slowly, making Don moan softly in return as he pulls away from my mouth to kiss down my neck and over my breasts while he continues to hold my face in his hands and kiss my lips again and again, making me squirm in his arms as he starts to make my body tingle with desire all over again.
Don takes hold of my hands and pulls them away from his cock before taking my hips in his hands and guiding me to straddle him on the bed so that we are facing each other as we continue to kiss while my body rests against his chest and my nipples brush against his skin and make my body tingle with desire all over again while he holds me close in his arms and continues to kiss my lips softly and gently, making my belly fill with butterflies as he does so.
I moan softly into his mouth as I start to grind myself against his cock, feeling it harden between us while Don groans in response and takes hold of my hips in his hands so that he can guide me to move faster against him.
I arch my back slightly as I start to move with more urgency against him, feeling Don’s cock at the entrance of my pussy now as I grind myself harder against him. Until I remembered that as much as I love Don and would love to fuck him, I have to be clean and prepared for my client that night. I came up with an excuse to stop Don from fucking me, and for me to leave for my appointment.
I look down at Don as he takes me in his arms again and nuzzles my neck with his face, making me giggle softly at how much he loves my neck, which is actually one of my most ticklish spots.
“I love you,” he says, kissing my neck over and over again in between each word.
“I love you more,” I reply, reaching up to take his face in my hands so that I can bring him closer to look into his eyes before kissing him softly on the lips again.
Don takes my face in his hands and kisses me back before pulling away from my lips so that he can rest his forehead against mine and look deep into my eyes.
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers.
I smile at his words and reach up to take his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers together as I bring them to his lips and kiss the back of his hand softly.
“I try,” I reply.
“You are,” Don replies, pulling me closer to look deeply into my eyes again.
“You’re the most wonderful person that I’ve ever met, Livia. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I smile at his words and bring his hand to my lips to kiss it again before leaning in to kiss his lips once more.
“I love being your good girl,” I reply, making Don smile softly at the term of endearment that he uses to describe the girl who is completely loyal and devoted to him both inside and outside of the bedroom.
He’s not wrong.
I am completely loyal and devoted to him, whether he knows it or not.
I love being the one who cuddles and kisses him, who cooks for him and takes care of him.
The one who is always there for him, no matter what.
But he doesn’t know.
He has no idea that there’s also another Olivia out there somewhere, one who is craved by men for her sexual prowess and for her willingness to let them cum inside her, even when society tells them that they shouldn’t.
Don didn’t know when we got married, and he still doesn’t know now.
He sees me as pure and cherishes me in a way that’s almost innocent, even though he knows everything about the world and the life that he’s marrying into.
I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to do it anyway.
And I love it.
I tell Don goodbye and leave.
As I walk to my car, I think back to our lovemaking just now, that perfect blend of passion and familiarity as I was brought to my knees by the man that I love even as I stayed true to myself, my boundaries still strictly in place even as I felt the familiar weight of Don on top of me.
It was a good fuck, as always.
He was deep inside me, one of the few men who have ever been allowed to go without a condom, to feel me in a way that only a few others ever get to feel me.
And it felt good for me too: the feeling of him thrusting inside me, claiming me as his own, even if he didn’t know that he was doing it.
It felt so good, but it was still nothing like what I get with my clients, those men who are willing to pay top dollar to have their favorite fantasies come true without any fear of judgment or rejection from their partner or from anyone else.
I can be whoever they want me to be in those moments: the innocent schoolgirl, the demure librarian, or the bad girl goth chick who can’t wait to get fucked in all of her holes all night long.
It doesn’t matter who it is or what they want: I’ll do whatever they want me to do in order to keep them coming back for more and more, over and over again.
But Don gets none of that.
He gets Olivia, the love of his life who is always there for him, no matter what.
Who will cuddle and kiss him and take care of him in all of the ways that he needs me to, but nothing more than that.
Who will let him be inside her, but only in the most conventional ways possible, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that could ever be considered anything other than completely and totally safe and also completely and totally vanilla: that perfect image of the perfect girl that every man dreams of having, but that so few actually get to experience in real life, even if it is only a small part of what they are actually looking for.
That part of me is reserved for my clients, and only for them: that slutty, filthy whore who will do anything that they want me to do, no matter how degrading or dirty it might be.
I want them both: I want my husband and I want my clients.
I want my husband to take me and claim me as his own, but I don’t want him to finish until he pulls out and covers me with his cum while I pretend that it’s just another part of our normal routine that we do every single night, even if I secretly wish it would be something more than that.
I don’t ever want him to find out about my secret life and what I have been doing behind his back for years now, because I know that he would never understand it and that it would destroy him if he ever knew the truth about me.
But I want him to know how much I love him and how much I care about him and how much I am willing to do whatever it takes in order to make him happy and keep him by my side forever, for as long as we both shall live.
Because I am so in love with him, with all of my heart, with every fiber of my being.
How could I ever not be, with a man like him who loves me back in the exact same way that I love him?
I could feel his seed inside me, but it didn’t matter to me in that moment, because I was so in love with him that all I wanted to do was to feel that way forever and ever… even if what we were doing was only a small part of what I wanted from the man that I loved more than anything else in the world.
It had been hard to concentrate on work on the Thursday before the Friday night I was supposed to spend with Martin.
It was even harder when thinking that the next day would have been a night spent with Martin, too.
It had been hard even on the Monday after that, even if I had a bit more time to prepare myself for Martin’s second presence in three days.
It had been hard precisely because I had more time to think about it, about what it meant for me to spend time with Martin again so soon, but also because it meant spending time without Don with me, something that I knew he’d notice even more than he did at any other time, because it was not just any other time: it was two times in three days where I’d be away from him, and I knew he’d miss me terribly, just like I’d miss him terribly, too.
“Hey there!”
Emma called as she opened the door to my office, popping her head inside briefly before stepping inside fully and closing the door behind her.
“Hey there, Emma,” I answered as brightly as I could manage.
She’d been managing the agency for a couple of years now, ever since our former boss had decided to retire early and enjoy some time traveling around the world while he still could: he was rich enough to do that, he didn’t have any children to leave his money to after he died, so he’d simply decided to spend it all as soon as he could.
Emma had taken over almost immediately after that, since she was always in charge of everything when we were on a job anyway: she simply made it official, and took over all of the paperwork that he’d been in charge of before then, too.
“How’re you holding up?”
“I’m good,” she said with a grin.
“I’m doing pretty great, actually.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“How are you?”
“I’m doing good,” I said with a nod.
“Just another day in paradise.”
“I can only imagine,” she agreed with a nod of her own.
“Is anything new coming up?”
“Not really,” she said with a shake of her head.
“Nothing unexpected, anyway.”
“That’s good,” I said with a nod.
“Because none of us like unexpected surprises.”
“Definitely not,” she agreed with a laugh before looking at her wrist like she was checking the time even though she didn’t actually have a watch or anything on her wrist at that moment.
“It has been nice catching up with you, Olivia,” she said as she turned back to look at me once again.
“But I have to get going now.”
“Of course!”
I said with a nod of my head as I forced myself to put a smile on my face once again.
“I’ll see you later then!”
I love you,” she replied.
“I love you lots,” I said with another smile as I watched her disappear from the screen, leaving me alone once again.
I couldn’t help but feel like there was something else that she’d wanted to say to me -- something important -- but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
A shiver went down my spine as I struggled to figure it out before deciding that it wasn’t really worth worrying about right at that moment.
I’d find out eventually: I always did.
I pulled my phone away from the wall and slipped it back into my bag, then I slung the strap over my shoulder before I picked up the tray that I’d gotten earlier.
I took it out into the dining room so that I could leave it on the table just like Emma had asked me to do earlier.
I smiled at the other ladies as I went around to their tables one by one until all of the trays had been collected together in one place.
I wasn’t quite ready to go back to my office yet when I was done with all of that.
I looked around the room, trying to decide what I wanted to do next.
One of the ladies was sitting by herself at a table in the back corner and I decided to go and join her there.
I walked over to the table and sat down on the opposite side of it from her: we were both facing the door and the rest of the room from where we were there, but that was all right.
“Hey there, Olivia,” she said with a smile.
“How’re you doing?”
“I’m good,” I replied as I smiled back at her.
“How’re you?”
“I’m doing all right,” she replied with a shrug that might have been more than a little bit exaggerated.
“I’ve been better, but I’ve also been a lot worse.”
“I know exactly how you feel,” I said with a nod.
“I’ve been trying to put on a brave face for everyone out there, but things with Martin have been… It’s just hard sometimes, you know?”
I nodded in agreement once again.
I know exactly what you mean,” I said with a sigh as I reached over to put my hand on top of her own on the table between us.
“I can only imagine how hard it is for you.”
“He’s just so vulnerable,” she said as she looked up at me from where she was sitting.
“And that makes me worry about him.”
“And that makes you want to protect him,” I said as I squeezed her hand gently in my own.
“And that’s all right.”
“I know that it’s all right,” she said with a shake of her head.
“But sometimes it’s also a little bit hard.”
“It’s not easy to do this kind of thing,” I reminded her.
“It’s not easy to be in our position sometimes.”
“Definitely not,” she agreed with another sigh as she reached up to wipe away the tears that were starting to form in her eyes.
“I’m sorry for getting all emotional on you like this, Olivia.”
“Don’t be sorry about anything!”
I insisted as I reached up to rub my hand along the back of her arm for a moment before pulling my hand away once again.
