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This story is dedicated to my friend, 'O' who genuinely shares the same ambition as my character, Edward. The rest of the story is fiction although aspects of it are influenced by some personal experiences from years ago.
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Edward's Fantasy
Edward was in his mid-thirties, very happily married to Sonia and enjoying his work in the computer industry. His work though, did take him away from home for a week at a time on several occasions a year. Whenever that was the case, Edward would confine himself to his hotel, work into the early evening, call his wife for a long chat and then have dinner followed by a few drinks.
He was on the second night of one particular week away and was sitting at the bar in the hotel enjoying a shot of Scotch a large 'convention' sized measure. Edward noticed the guy who sat at the bar next to him, mainly because of his striking good looks. The guy ordered the same brand of Scotch as Edward had. To relieve his solitude, Edward made an attempt at conversation. "So you enjoy the Scottish malt whiskies then. I do too. Best way to unwind after a long day."
The guy turned to him and said "Well, yes, I do. I have quite a collection at home." It broke the ice and they chatted about sport and the latest news and general things. His name was Neil. The chatting was all very tame until Edward asked Neil what he did for a living.
"Are you in the computers game too?" said Edward, referring to the convention in the hotel.
"Er, no, I'm not. I'm more involved in services – personal services, you might say." Neil replied.
Looking puzzled, Edward said "Not sure I know what you mean by personal services."
Neil looked around him and at how close the bar man was, before saying "Let's sit over in that corner. We can talk better there." With refreshed drinks, they sat away from prying ears.
Neil took a long sip of his whisky and turned to Edward. "By personal services, I mean that I'm an escort, a male escort."
Edward's jaw dropped. "You're kidding me!" he gasped.
"No. I'll swear to it. I'm an escort. I look after ladies in need of male company and I'm pretty good at the job. I'm busy, well paid and I enjoy my work." Neil told Edward. "In fact, convention season in this hotel keeps me busy. I've just finished a job upstairs, a very attractive but lonely high flying executive lady. She's a regular client, loves dinner followed by some serious sex and then she sends me on my way, usually with a good tip too. Tomorrow, I have another client so I have to be careful and try to alter my appearance a little bit to avoid any awkward moments. I know they're from different corporations so I should be okay."
Neil was still amazed. "So they book you for sex – and you deliver?"
"Whatever they want, my friend, whatever they want. I deliver gentle sex, slightly rough sex, fantasies, whatever they want." Neil told his new friend.
"Wow! That's incredible!" said Edward. His mind was processing a myriad of thoughts and questions and he began to quiz Neil who was happy to share details of his work.
"Oh, a lot of women, a lot of women!" he admitted to Edward's question on how many he had provided services to. "The oldest was seventy – but looking more like fifty five. The youngest was eighteen and wanting to learn. She booked me a few times in one week. It was like a set of lessons for her to know what she liked and to get a measure of what future guys needed to match up to. That was great fun. Most are forty or so. Not enough time or patience to find a guy. The ones with fantasies can be fun. A lot of them like to fantasise that they are being forced into the sex. I guess it's their way of processing that they pay me to do it. "
Then Neil became inquisitive about Edward. "So, you said you're married. Tell me something comparable about you?"
Edward blushed. "Don't know what to say really. Married to Sonia for nearly ten years, been faithful all that time. She's a few years younger than me. I was her first guy, so her only guy. I got a bit of experience before I met her, not so very much. Sex life still very active, I'm glad to say. She's as keen as I am about it. When I get back from these trips we certainly do some catching up."
"Good for you, Edward. So what is Sonia like, you know, in man-talk terms, if you don't mind me asking."
"I don't mind!" said Edward. "Beautiful, of course Actually, she is very attractive. I'll show you a photo. Great figure, Probably 34 – 22 – 34. C cup, or D cup bra size. Tight little ass, great legs and a wonderful playground between them. Friday can't get here soon enough. But hey, you must have seen some pussy!"
"All shapes and sizes, my friend, from the smallest and prettiest to the biggest and most ravenous. Of course, I have to treat them all as though they're the loveliest pussy in the world." Neil admitted.
Drawn in by Neil's candid talk, Edward divulged a bit more detail. "Sonia's is small, pretty too. She keeps it smooth most of the time. Her labia are quite small and not intrusive. She likes a lot of oral – and I like to give it to her."
"That sounds perfect, Edward. Nothing quite so horny as a pretty pussy. And fantasies?"
"No, not really. Occasional ones like tying up and that sort of thing." Edward replied, hiding his real fantasy.
After exchanging business cards, the two went their own ways. Lying in bed, Edward thought about Neil's story. As his mind wandered, it recalled that he had hardly told Neil anything about fantasies. He thought about his most frequent fantasy and he grew stiff. It excited him so much that it easily got him to full erection.
Next evening, Edward called Neil's phone to see if he was able to meet for a drink again. They met up quite late. Edward had already enjoyed a couple of drinks and felt quite relaxed.
"So, another successful night?" Edward asked.
"Well, yes. She was a bit in need so I had to bring her off three times. She was a bit of a screamer which is never good in a hotel but I guess she won't be the only one to scream out at a convention."
They talked a bit more about Neil's work before Edward brought his topic up. "Listen Neil, I know that I've only just met you but can I tell you about something personal?"
"Of course you can, Edward. Discretion is a big part of my job." Neil assured him.
"Well, you see, I do have a fantasy and it's one that I'm not necessarily very proud of but – well – it's there. It's something I can't shake out of my mind."
"Go on, my friend" Neil encouraged, quite intrigued.
"Well, what I told you about Sonia and I is all true. She was a virgin when we met. I took her virginity. I know she's been faithful because – well, I just know. But the thing is, my fantasy is that she goes with another man. I know it's crazy but I want to be cuckolded. I want to feel that feeling that she has been with another man for her own needs or maybe even for his needs. But I want her to tell me about it afterwards and I don't want it to cause a rift between us. I will still adore her if she does it, I know I will. I've told her my fantasy many times but she won't go along with it, not even as role play. I just wondered what you think of my fantasy. Am I crazy?" Edward looked at Neil, his eyes imploring for a helpful response.
"Hey, my friend, don't beat yourself up. I have encountered this before. I've had guys pay me to bed their wives. It's always a variation on the same theme. Some guys like the idea." Neil shared with him.
"Well at least I'm not a freak! But how do I get it out of my system?" Edward asked.
