The Canadian escort and her cuckold husband in London

I am a 25 and live in London. I have been escorting for for five years now. I have a boyfriend and he knows what I do. It paid for my entire college tuition back in Canada. I am a yoga instructor but only because I love the activity. My boyfriend loves me and trusts that what I do benefits both of us.

Day One

6 p.m. T made dinner for us. We met in a restaurant 2 years ago. We both went out for a smoke and started chatting. I fell in love quickly and stopped escorting for a while. Then, suddenly T told me he is getting excited by the idea of me being pleasured by other men. So I told him what I used to do and he said its alright for me to resume as long we had some boundaries.

6:30 p.m. T was going to grab some beers with his business partners. I had a date in an hour. I cleared the dishes and kissed T on the lips.

7 p.m. T headed out so I put on my Sonos and got ready. After all these years of escorting I still loved getting dolled up. I recently cut my hair into a short bob and died it black. The men thought I looked like Mia Wallace from pulp fiction. It turned them on.

7:30 p.m. I drank a glass of wine and flipped through a magazine in my living room. I always enjoyed sitting in it. I picked out all the decor.

8 p.m. I put on a long purple silk dress and took an uber to dinner.

8:30 p.m. I walked in and P sat at a table in a dark grey suit. He got up and kissed me on the cheek. I had been seeing P for a couple months now. He was 55 and had grey hair but he kept himself in shape. P was a contractor. He wouldn’t buy me things or take me traveling but it was steady income for me when I saw him several times a month.

9 p.m. P ordered us a glass of champagne each. I drank it and felt the bubbles go to my head while he vented about the drop in the stock market. You got used to all the bullshit they wanted to talk about once you saw yourself in the finest linen.

10:10 p.m. P loved to eat for hours. Sometimes I got impatient but I always managed thinking of my pay. I excused myself to the bathroom. I called my boyfriend and he sounded tipsy. I told him I was all good and that I shouldn’t be home terribly late. I stared at my flushed cheeks in the mirror and liked that men wanted to have me partially for my looks. We all liked compliments. I stepped out of the bathroom and waiting for the men’s room was a gentlemen who eyed me firmly. I nodded my head at him and shockingly he asked me if I was here alone. I told him technically I was. He smiled and handed me his business card. I slipped it into my bra.

10:12 p.m. I thought, silly boy didn’t you know that I don’t reach out to men.

10:30 p.m.I returned back to my seat and told P that I was ready to headout. He asked if I would come over. I figured I could for a little bit.

11 p.m. P’s apartment was small and reeked of cigarettes but it had character. P did a line of coke and became obsessed with the texture of my dress and then my body.

11:15 p.m. P loved when I sat on his face so he ate me out for awhile. I rode his dick for a bit but the coke made his dick like a noodle. His loss. Although I wouldn’t have minded going for long.  He was exhausted so he gave me my cash and told me to return soon. He gave me £250. Since I saw him often, it added up.

11:30 p.m.Made a plan to deposit the cash to the bank tomorrow. Speaking of banks, being an escort makes it very hard to deal with my finances. While my job is totally legal, its fairly hard to get a credit card or basically any banking product that people take for granted. Discrimination at its finest!

12 .a.m T was finishing up his emails when I got home. I sat on top of him in his twirly chair and kissed him. He picked me up and took me to the bedroom. He made love to me. P had gotten me horny so I was glad that T was there to not leave me hanging.

Day Two

10 a.m. I woke up and made eggs for myself. T was at work and I had the day off from yoga. Three men had already asked to see me for dinner but lately my energy was too low to schedule that many in.

11 a.m. I sat on my balcony and read a book. Although my life was exciting, sometimes I liked dedicating some time just for myself.

11:30 a.m. I painted my toenails red.

12 p.m. I went downtown and decided to buy myself some goodies. Every other week I would treat myself to an item that I wanted.

12:30 p.m. I purchased a pair of low Balenciaga boots for almost 2 grand.

1 p.m. I tried on lingerie at Aubade. I decided I would buy a new set. I left with a light pink lace bra that had a small bow in between cups and matching pantys. £200. I would make it back plus commision tonight hehe. I figured one of my dates would get lucky tonight.

2 p.m. T wasn’t home so I browsed for sugar daddies. I had no new messages.

2:15 p.m. I got in the shower and played with myself for a bit. I hadn’t been having as much sex as usual so I was in the mood.

2:20 p.m. Orgasm. I often fantasized about my sugar daddies but sometimes my mind didn’t know which one to pick.

2:30pm My neighbor came over. A was a model. I always tried to get her to escort since she was so beautiful but she didn’t care for men. She told me about the new girl she was fucking. I was like her therapist.

3 p.m. A left and I got dressed and made myself some pasta. T was still not home. Sometimes I didn’t want him in the apartment all the time. Being an escort is very extroverted so I love my alone time.

3:20 p.m. My phone vibrates. I have a missed call from T, two messages from P and three new messages from daddies.

3:25 p.m. I stuff pasta down my throat. After so many dinners out, I appreciate that I can still manage to cook myself some things. I call T back. He tells me that he will be at work until 7 pm. P says that he wants to have dinner with me tonight. One new daddy sends me a simple message asking how I am. The next asks what I like to do in my freetime and the third asks if he can meet me tonight.

3:30 p.m. I respond to P that I can meet him at 5 for early dinner. I tell the first daddy that I am fine thank you and the second one that I am very adventurous and love ALL sorts of activities. I don’t usually write back to all the daddies that reach out especially since I’ve been doing this for five years like when I first started. I wanted money quick so I would take any date I got. I tell the third one I am free at 7:30.

4 p.m. I watch Sex in the City. The girls in it hold so much confidence. It motivates me to mimic it.

5 p.m. I I leave a note for T saying I’ll be home around 9. I take a taxi to P’s apartment. I’m not too fancy tonight. My hair is in a high ponytail and I wear a cute grey T-shirt dress with tall boots.

5:15 p.m. P’s apartment is a bit messy. He smells sweaty. He tells me he just got home from the gym.

5:25 p.m. P orders us Indian food.

6 p.m. The whole apartment smells like Indian food. P takes my hand and takes me to the couch. I already masterbated today but I can always go for some penetration. He takes off my dress and compliments my new lingerie.

6:15 p.m. I suck on his sweaty balls. The smell kind of turns me on. He fingers me for awhile and I squirm. He turns me around and slides into me. P is large so sometimes it takes me awhile to get used to his 9 inches. He pulls out and cums on my back. He likes to do that. I don’t mind it.

7 p.m. P pays me £350 and I take a taxi downtown. I am meeting my new Daddy.

7:25.p.m.I arrive at Bar Hemingway. It’s a cute place and I’ve been here before with my girlfriends.

7:30 p.m. I spot my daddy and he takes a seat next to me. M has a thick dark beard and bushy eyebrows. He is tall and has a stern look. I wonder what that entails for the bedroom.

8 p.m. We have several drinks and he tells me about the subject he teaches. I hate math but I still manage to nod and smile.

8:30 p.m. We uber to his home. He has a cute studio near the bar. It is fairly organized compared to some of my dates.

8:45 p.m. He asks me if he can tie me up. What would your students think teacher! But of course I let him. Most of the men are satisfied with vanilla sex but some have kinks. Makes it more fun for me.

9 p.m. I am tied up to the bed and he fucks my mouth. I gag but he moans. He spits on my clit and puts himself into my vagina. He does me slow first and then really fast. It doesn’t take him long to cum. I tend to have that effect.

9:30 p.m. He pays me and tells me that he will be reaching out again. I smile and thank him.

10 p.m. I sit in the taxi with £600. My vagina is sore but in a good way. I just hope that T won’t want a piece of me.

10:10 p.m. My phone dings. Three new messages. I decide to check them in the morning.

4.7/53 ratings
  1. dazza.daz November 13, 2019

    Stunning ❤️

  2. umoekagodman December 4, 2019


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