MidReal Story

Forbidden Desires: A Double Life's Dilemma

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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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.
I’m a high-class escort.
And I’m available for you, anytime you want it.
The men I cater to pay me to be their girlfriend for the night.
It’s a job I love and hate in equal measure.
I love the money.
I hate the deception.
You see, I’m a married woman.
I love my husband more than anything on this earth.
And I’m not just saying that.
Don is a man who would move mountains for me without being asked.
He’s kind and gentle and caring, and he tells me he loves me every single day.
And I love him right back… even though he doesn’t know the true extent of my deviant behavior.
My name is Olivia Smith and I’m an addict.
An addict to the thrill of being paid to get down on my knees and service a guy who isn’t my husband.
An addict to the taboo of getting a man off in any way he asks me to.
An addict to the feeling of a man’s hot seed spurting deep inside me, filling my womb with his potent seed.
Most escorts won’t allow a guy to cum inside them, but I do.
That’s what makes me different from the rest.
I’ll never forget the first time I did it in front of Don.
He had no idea that another guy was inside me—fucking me senseless and unloading his cream deep in my belly—while we had sex in the parking lot of a local strip club.
Seeing the look on his face as he watched me get fucked in front of him had made me so hot that I came hard and fast, my pussy clenching around the cock that was buried deep inside me, as I felt it pulse and throb, releasing its payload deep within my fertile womb.
Don had been shocked by what he’d witnessed that night, but he’d also been turned on big time.
We’d fucked like rabbits when we got home—but only after Don made sure to suck all that other guy’s cum out of my pussy first!
Since then, it had become an unspoken arrangement between us.
Don knows that I work as an escort.
But he doesn’t know all the sordid details of what goes on during my “dates”.
And I’ve never been brave enough to tell him that his wife is a whore who gets off on being used like a cum dumpster by men who don’t love her like he does.
“Hey honey,” Don said when he saw me walk through the door of our apartment, “how was your day?”
“It was okay,” I replied with a smile.
I was glad to be home after the sex party I’d worked last night.
It had been a long and tiring night—I’d serviced seven guys in total—but I’d made nearly three grand, so I wasn’t going to complain about how sore my pussy was this morning!
“I missed you,” Don said as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug.
“I missed you too.”
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It’s always good to be in my husband’s arms, but it’s particularly nice when I’m coming down off the high of having sex with other men all night long and trying to pretend that it doesn’t bother me in the slightest that my husband has no idea what I really get up to when I tell him that I’m “going out for drinks with the girls” instead of going out to get fucked by some strange guy who gets off on treating me like his plaything.
It doesn’t bother me that Don doesn’t know the truth about how much of a deviant slut I am at heart because I don’t think I could handle having my heart broken into a million pieces if my husband ever found out that the woman he thinks is the love of his life is actually nothing more than a whore at heart whose pussy gets wet just from the thought of being naked in front of other men who are not him.
I thought about telling him the truth about what really goes on in my life as an escort several times over the years—and every time the thought crossed my mind, I decided against it because I didn’t want to risk losing him and everything that we have together by confessing my sins and letting the cat out of the bag about who I really am underneath my sweet and innocent demeanor.
“So… do you have any plans for tonight?”
“I have a date later,” I said with a smile.
“You know me—I never go too long without getting some action on the side!”
“You’re such a slut,” Don replied with a grin.
“But you’re my slut, so it’s okay.”
“It’s not like that at all,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.
“I’m just a very sexual person and you’ve always known that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Don said with a smile.
“And I love you just the way you are.”
I smiled back at him.
“I love you too.”
I was already looking forward to getting fucked by the guy I was meeting tonight.
He’d contacted me yesterday and told me that he’d seen my profile on an escort website and that he was very interested in hiring me for a “special” service that I offered.
He hadn’t told me exactly what it was that he wanted—but I had a pretty good idea.
Most guys who contacted me for “special” services wanted me to let them do things that other women wouldn’t allow.
Some guys wanted me to piss in their mouths or shove my panties up my pussy and give them to them as a keepsake.
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Others wanted me to take their cocks up my ass or down my throat, or they wanted me to let them cum inside me without a condom.
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That last one could be pretty dangerous if I didn’t know the guy very well or he wasn’t willing to get tested first.
But then again, it’s not like I’m really worried about catching anything since I’m not having sex with these guys without a condom—and they’re definitely not worried about catching anything from me since they don’t know that their little “sweetheart” is actually a whore who spends her days getting fucked by other men for money!
I’m not really sure why I do it, when I think about it like that.
It’s not like I need the money—I have a full-time job that pays well and Don makes good money at his too.
But there’s just something about it that turns me on and makes me feel so alive and sexy.
Of course, there’s also something about it that scares me too.
I mean, what would happen if Don found out?
He’d be heartbroken, for sure.
And how could he ever look at me—or touch me—the same way again?
There’s no way he’d ever want me after he knew that I’d had my legs spread for so many other men.
And who knows what else he’d do?
Maybe he’d tell all his friends and co-workers what a dirty little slut his wife was.
Or maybe he’d just throw me out on my ass and take everything, leaving me with nothing.
But then again, maybe he wouldn’t do any of those things.
Maybe he’d understand and forgive me.
Maybe he’d even want to explore that side of me for himself and we could continue our lives together as husband and wife but also as lovers and whores, sharing our passion with other men and women who shared our unique tastes and desires.
But then again, maybe he wouldn’t.
And so instead of dwelling on what might happen, I focused instead on what was about to happen.
He’d texted me earlier in the day and told me that he would be coming over at seven o’clock.
That’s why I was already dressed and ready to go.
I only had a few minutes before he would arrive.
After all, a lady doesn’t make her gentleman caller wait!
Of course, there was a lot more to it than that.
After all, this wasn’t just any other guy—I was meeting him for the first time tonight and there was no telling how things would go between us.
You can’t just jump right into bed with someone without at least taking a few minutes to get yourself ready!
I took one last look at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my closet door.
My long blonde hair hung down over my shoulders in soft waves.
My large blue eyes were accentuated by the heavy black mascara and eyeliner that I had used so generously.
My skin was flawless from all the many hours I had spent tanning at the beach over the summer (though it was starting to fade now that winter was almost here).
I had always been tall with long legs and big firm tits—but over the years I had spent countless hours at the gym toning my body and making sure every part of me was as beautiful as possible.
And I had always been petite down below—but I made sure to trim my pubic hair carefully so that just the right amount peeked out over the top of my panties.
I had even gone so far as to use the special cream I bought online from an adult website to make sure my pussy was perfectly smooth and hairless between my legs—and I checked myself regularly to make sure I didn’t miss even one pesky little hair!
I took another sip of wine as I waited for him to arrive, my heart pounding with excitement as I thought about what was going to happen tonight.
He had told me over the phone that he wanted me to let him cum inside me—and he had also offered me an extremely generous amount of money in exchange for my services tonight.
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