My father invited me to come visit him in London for Christmas. Haven’t seen my dad in six years made me skeptical, but at the same time anxious to see him. Once I arrived in London on Christmas Eve and was picked up from the airport, me and dad got reunited and it felt great. We went to a few pubs and dad just kept talking about his surprise Christmas gift for me. Later that night we arrived back at my dads cottage and it was late, I was wondering when my surprise gift was going to be given to me, because I didn’t even see A Christmas Tree. About the time that I was ready to give up and go to sleep, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and wow, there stood two of the most beautiful London chinese escorts that I have ever seen. Dad screamed out (Merry Christmas son!). Needless to say that it was the most memorable Christmas that I have ever had.

I remember well my very first experience of hiring an escort. I was a very young nineteen year old at the time and although most of my peers had girlfriends of some description I had never managed to keep one for more than a couple of weeks and worse still, I had never got past a first kiss. It seemed the obvious thing to do at the time. What better way to get the sexual experience I longed for and needed than to call one of the London escorts that were advertising their services on postcards left in various public telephone boxes?

Her name was Sandy, or at least that was what she said her name was. She was probably about thirty years old at a guess and she had the most amazing big blue eyes. She spoke very quietly when she first introduced herself and appeared to be quite shy. 

I went to the store last week, just a routine trip out to do some grocery shopping and run some errands, and told my husband I’d be gone about 2 hours or so. It was a Saturday, I remember, because I was looking forward to coming home and spending some “us” time together, you know?

Well, I guess he had decided to start the “us” time without me, because when I came home he was so engrossed in the adult pay per view he’d downloaded on the big screen he didn’t even hear me! Can you believe the nerve of that man? I hurried up and put all the groceries away, then confronted him about watching these adult movies, but all he did was admit to watching them on the internet, too.

I guess there’s nothing I can do, right? I like watching them just as much when we’re together.

Recently I discovered that my wife of 5 years is addicted to free porn sites. When I caught her watching girl on girl amateur videos, she admitted to being a closet bi-sexual. Rather than cheating on me, she watches these videos and fantasizes about being with women. At first my ego took the news like a swift kick to the gonads; however, once I realized that my wife was taking moves she saw from these videos and incorporating them into our own bedroom acrobatics I quickly recovered. I love the confidence she has gained since I learned of her secret habit. She tells me what she wants me to do to her and how to do it. Best of all, she lets my mouth vacation down south much more frequently. Now our sex life is hotter than ever, and I do not have to share my wife with anyone else.