It started, as these things so often do, with a WhatsApp message.
By the end of the night I was in rubber, an Eastern European woman was in a collar and cuffs, and her husband was watching a fantasy he'd spent weeks arranging unfold exactly to plan.
The booking was an outcall to a five-star hotel just off Portman Square. He was a gentleman from the Gulf, in London with his wife. She's Eastern European, Dubai-based, and breathtakingly hot.
The dungeon was the original plan. It was going to be a switch session. Me doing the things to him. But he decided he'd rather please me instead.
He wanted a lesbian experience. So I changed into rubber while he sat in the cuck chair and she waited on the bed looking smoking hot. The scene began. I rode her. Collar. Handcuffs. Kissing. Touching her tits.
He got hard and started fucking her while I licked her pussy. The two of us gave him head at the same time. He came on her face. And I licked it off her.
And there's a sequel in the works: he wants me to find him other mistresses. So he can sit back and observe, he says. But I bet he'll want to join in next time too when he gets excited.