It was exciting. Meeting in the restaurant with a very nice looking woman (let’s call her Claire), but knowing her husband (Steve) was close by made me quite nervous. I curious about what they wanted to get out of this arrangement? Why contact an escort – little did they know I was as green as the grass in summer.
It had always been a fantasy of mine to be an escort but I never thought I would meet a couple to start off this new journey. Actually, I never thought I would actually do it. Up until now I didn’t even know if there was a market for male escorts.
I had put up an ad online just for kicks, never expecting anything of it, but a week later I am in a bar on a Friday night. The patrons, having a great time, are all around me and Claire while she explains exactly what she (and Steve) wanted that evening. Her voice was soft as not to draw anyone’s attention while describing the scene.
Claire and Steve (an attractive couple in their 40s) were looking for some excitement, not that they had a problem with that. Their marriage was great. But they wanted to try something new and different, something they had discussed years earlier. Claire told me they were on holiday and they always shared a fantasy about MFM – where 2 men focus all their attention on woman, ensuring she is completely satisfied.
But why pay for it? They could definitely find a guy in that same bar who was willing. I quickly found out it was all about discretion. They couldn’t simply ask their friends. They had jobs and kids and a community, and they wouldn’t risk being found out. Also, something about the transactional nature made certain there was an invisible wall between me and them. And once I left the them after we were done, that was it. Easy.
I’d never really thought about it that way but it makes sense. You are there for a job, a contract, a trick. Once done, you part ways until the next job (if there is one).
Here was the plan (in a soft voice), Claire and I were going to start with some light kissing and play while the husband watched for a bit. I’d go down on her, she’d reciprocate, and then we start with the more intimate acts – all while Steve watched, eventually joining us.
That was it. Honestly, there was not much to it. Go in, do the job, make sure they both have a good time, and leave. Thankfully Claire was very specific so I was clear on how the night was going to proceed. I really appreciated that.
I found it truly mind bending that I was in this position. What the hell was I doing? This is not how I was raised.
Fuck it! You only live once and I need to check this off my bucket list!
“You ready?” I asked. “Yep, let’s go,” Claire responded. She slid $600 across the table, motioned to Steve, and the three of us walked to the hotel only two blocks down the street from the bar where I just became an escort.
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