Another woman’s heartbreak on my conscience was the one thing I didn’t want. My sugar daddy, Keith, had just told me that he was willing to leave his wife for me, but the last thing I wanted was for them to break up. Subconsciously, the equation with the three of us worked. The risk of getting caught just added to the spice, and the fact that he wasn’t really mine made me want to do everything to please him; it made me want him more.
August came and went with our one year anniversary. As September came around, I prepared to visit him in England. He was lonely and the long distance was putting a strain on our relationship. He had episodes where he would be so jealous that it was hard to even convince him that I loved him and that I was being faithful.
Before I arrived, he had gotten us a flat and moved all his stuff in there. The first night was amazing. It felt as if we were starting our lives together. We were free to do what we wanted; we had no one to worry about, we didn’t have to sneak around or worry about being seen. Each night, I would cook and he found out how good I was at taking care of my man. I had learned his schedule and knew when he would arrive each night. I would stand behind the door dressed in my lingerie and I would watch him ring the bell and pace back and forth with roses hidden behind him. I took care of him; I ensured his clothes were always clean and ironed, and that his meals were always prepared. I didn’t need hired help. I was his lover, his guilty pleasure, and his domestic goddess—and I enjoyed all my roles.
When the weekends came around, we would go to the west end to shop. I had his credit cards and I had no restrictions. I am a lover of designer handbags and he had no problems surprising me. That’s the thing I loved about Keith—he genuinely knew how to take care of his woman, and since he knew how to take care of me, I learned how to take care of him. He had an unyielding appetite for sex and I never made him starve.
My stay in England was refreshing. In those three months, I lived a life of leisure. It was good to have him around and to anxiously await him every night. We would literally have sex every night and he brought out my wild side. He was a man that had unbelievable stamina for his age and he was always horny. He was never too tired to have sex and I was only too eager to please.
One night, while we were doing our regular all-over-the-house session, we had just gotten into the television room and we were completely naked when his friend walked in and said quite casually, “Oh, I have something you can watch to spice it up.”
I don’t know if it was shock, mere embarrassment, or that we were too much in the moment, but we didn’t stop going at it—we continued until we both climaxed. Keith knew exactly how to please.