It was their wedding anniversary; they’ve been married 19 years and only ever been with one another…since being 15 years old. They decided to treat themselves to a threesome to celebrate. What an amazing couple. The gift, to them both, was me.
It’s hard working within the dynamics of a couple there are three sets of fiery hot expectations all passionately, yet very fiercely, mixed together – his expectations, her expectations and their expectations. Believe you me, a man’s and woman’s expectations are the two ends of the same spectrum and their joint aspirations meet somewhere in between – NOT in the middle, oh no…but somewhere on that fine line that i must tentatively toe from beginning to end.
Even at the very beginning, from that first correspondence, it is usually the man that contacts me then all of a sudden he will drop out as the woman takes over and you just have that feeling that he is now sat back having planted the seed, gleefully smiling from ear to ear…for him, the kick has already begun. At that stage, for both the man and the woman, they have embarked upon the fantasy and it fuels their sex lives from that moment on.
Their sex is fantastic during the lead up to the day of meeting, with the woman exchanging emails and seemingly becoming more engulfed than the man. They, the woman, will ask me for tips and i’ll always start with their best interests first; i’ll empower by instilling in them a viewpoint in which they put themselves first, they take control, they are the siren and they are very much calling the shots…because believe you me, up to this point it’s pretty much the man manipulating her actions and thoughts.
On this particular occasion, with the married couple celebrating their anniversary, i sense a certain degree of having ‘given in’ from the woman. I sense it with a tone of sadness. I already feel an allegiance to this woman before i have even met her. I don’t feel she’s being forced to do this but i know for sure that if her husband hadn’t have mentioned it the thought would never have crossed her mind. Very subtly, i start to focus on her and her feelings and i then work upon that by building her up. Everything points to this message: you are the woman; you are a goddess; you do exactly what it is that you want to and it will be accepted and respected with pleasure and thanks. Stamp over any selfish calculated desires from another person and ‘take’ that respect, demand that it be known that the only thing worth giving time to is only ever the things that she wants. Do i think the female prowess that i am exuding upon her is misplaced – hell no!! And to reinforce this, she owned that sassy siren like the amazing goddess that she is.
I needed her to not be trapped in that corner, that corner in which she was backed into by a big scary red flag hanging over her marriage screaming: do this to satisfy your husband or he will roam and then leave…stamp on those types of mother-fuking niggles like the bitches that they are. She rose up out of that corner like a phoenix. Yes!! If we’re going to do this, were going to be delivering one message and one message only: she is going to be liberated by this experience and in that sense, if any one has to worry – it’s him.
You know, having said that, what i do find is that couples go quiet in the days leading up to the meet, or should i say the women do because at that point, they are the ones that are exchanging all of the messages. What i usually get is: i woke up this morning and just felt that i couldn’t go through with it, i’m so sorry. So that’s weeks of emailing and preparation down the pan. You see, the reality steps in, they never really had any intentions of going through with it, instead they let themselves get carried away enjoying the fantasy in the safety of the event not having occurred yet. What most couples forget is, is that escorts charge for turning people on, that includes emails, phone calls and texts…in literal terms these couples have effectively had hundreds of pounds worth of sex calls for nothing. Problem is, you can’t request a deposit in this game. Anyway that’s a different story all together and i’m learning fast.
On this occasion…the couple didn’t back out. She was brave and i admired that in her. So the hotel was booked and i had a time to turn up. What was nice was that they were making the event into something special, they enjoyed time together in the spa, had a meal and a drink together. I turned up that evening ten minutes early. I text her to let them know i had arrived. I got out of my car and made my way to the front entrance of the hotel, she was making her way down to meet me as the hotel was huge and like a maze with magnificent halls, court yards and long corridors to negotiate.
I stood in the entrance hall, no one on reception and things were quiet. It was a very grand hotel with high ceilings and chandeliers. Then i noticed a man walking towards me. It was strange really because i was familiar with what she looked like but not so much him. As he walked towards me i was trying to make links with the little i had seen of him, searching his face for signs of recognition, my brain seriously working overtime to try and decipher what expression i should greet him with. Was it him and so i should prepare myself to greet him in the manner of what was about to progress or was he just someone passing by and so option A would be … er … inappropriate. The knowing smile that spread across his face as he drew closer soon cleared things up.
He said hi and was friendly, he seemed excited and quite relaxed. He explained that his wife too had come a different way through the hotel to meet me. We took a quick peek back out of the entrance to the hotel and then when we couldn’t see her we headed back inside and progressed across the hall into another rather large reception area. That’s where we saw her approaching, out of breath but smiling and laughing lightly at the situation. I gave her a hug, she was nervous and so was talking lots. She was friendly, they both were, i knew we were all going to have a good time.
The three of us walked the rest of the way through the hotel’s twists, turns and many doors, he opened doors to let me walk through and i wondered what was running through his mind. We all gave one another those knowing looks as though to say, we’re chatting lightheartedly now but within the hour we’ll be fucking. It was all very exhilarating, consenting and liberating. I could feel the special bond that this couple had and the loving relationship that had been forged through experiencing what life had offered them over the years. I had no doubt that i was to share in something really special with them both ad for that i felt privileged. I sensed he was eager, eager not just to get his hands on me but equally to experience his wife inside all of this. I got the feeling that part of the attraction was to see his wife in a situation that was new and very different. To me, that was a lovely desire; we all like new things and i was humbled by how his desire for something different still centered around his wife. Make no doubt about it, for very strong couples, inviting a third party is not a threat to a marriage but instead it’s something that strengthens and deepens it by exploring the many dimensions of a relationship together.
We finally arrived at the hotel room, all three of us stood in front of the door, watching as he used his card key to open it. He opened the door and she moved her arm out and in to the room i walked …
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