The following is a true story and the experience took place in August 2017 in London. This is my first story for Literotica and I hope you enjoy it.
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It was a slow and long day. I'd been out the previous night as one of my colleagues was leaving the company and going traveling around the world.. A few drinks turned into a lot more than my body can cope with at 35 and I ended up getting home around 2am to an angry wife.
Me and my wife have a good enough relationship. We have three children together and have been married for 13 years, but sex doesn't happen often and even when it does it's not particularly amazing. One thing that has always been a challenge in the bedroom is her complete refusal to give blow jobs.
I'd got into work a bit late and after getting a big breakfast to try and cure the hangover and drinking about 20 pints of water, I was still feeling terrible and decided to book the afternoon off and go home... But then I decided that perhaps I'd have a bit of fun first.
I loaded up website I'd recently found which is essentially a big database of escorts and looked at the profiles I'd saved to look at another time. I'd never actually gone through with any of these and it was just a fantasy but a coupleof of nights ago whilst looking at the site I found a profile that I couldn't stop thinking about.. It was a profile for a European girl who had created a home-made glory hole in their flat. I LOVED the idea of a glory hole and it's one of the top searches I've made on the porn sites I visit, plus some of my favourite Literotica stories are (straight) Glory Hole stories.
The site showed that a visit to this home made glory hole would cost me £50 and that it was a glory hole ONLY service - a blow job, hand job, but definitely no intercourse.
So knowing my wife was back in a mood back home, having a distinct lack of blow jobs (ever) I decided to go for it and book in to see this lady. Looking at the details it seemed you had to call on the first time rather than use the booking system so I found an app that allowed me to have a "second" number and gave her a call. She answered straight away and we arranged for me to visit at 2pm and just after the call she sent me a message with the details of how to find her place.
The rest of the day went slowly but eventually I said my goodbyes in the office, telling them I was off for some sleep and went straight to the flat, following the directions I'd been given. I was pretty nervous about doing something like this and also paranoid that it was a trap and that I was going to be robbed at gunpoint!
At her instructions I phoned her when I was downstairs in the block of flats and I was given her room number and told to go straight in when I got there and to be quiet out of respect for the other people in the building.