The idea of having a third who knows what they're doing and isn't invested in a capital R Relationship is a plus for us. I mean, you don't know about the working quality of a toaster you get on Craigslist, never mind a sex partner. And when you want something done right, why not hire a pro? First off, a couple should have a good talk about why they want to hire a male escort.
The worst that can happen is I say, no, I don't do that. When you book an escort, the comfort of the couple is the priority of the provider, says "one of a kind" escort Viktor , and that can take off some pressure as well. It's their time, their space, and their decisions. It's nice for a couple to be able to take a pause and know they won't have to navigate my feelings. Winner of "Best Top" in the Hookies escort awards, Austin believes that the parameters of seeing a sex worker offer a higher sense of control over the threesome.
I won't fall in love. I won't interfere with their relationship. Dave also had some great advice on threesomes generally. If the third person goes away for a minute and then comes back, reach out to them and bring that person back into your interaction.
Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. Practicalities aside, I was kind of curious if there were any particularly juicy stories these men had about couples coming to see them.
Austin had a story about an older straight couple he had seen. I have a "normal" marriage with a man that I adore. My husband and I have been together for close to a decade.
This type of experience just happens to be one of them. We sat on our back patio one night, idly planning the details of trip approaching in a few short weeks, the sights we had to see and the experiences that we had to try. Climbing an iceberg in Iceland, sleeping on the side of a volcano? What about the Louvre in Paris, or maybe doing a tour of the Catacombs? As we became pleasantly tipsy, drinking wine and looking at the stars, I ventured an idea that had suddenly popped into my head.
Would you be game to hire an escort? He looked over at me curiously, and I could tell that he was assessing whether I was trying to trick him or whether I meant it.
I kept talking to fill the space. It was legal over there. They were tested for STDs and it was protected by law. Also, there was absolutely zero chance of running into her around town.
He asked if he could help pick her out, and I said sure. The next night, we ran late for a dinner party due to his rummaging through web page after page, lost in hair color, bra sizes, languages spoken. In the end, we both decided on someone named Helena.
She looked lovely, posing in a tiny bikini on the deck of a yacht, with long brown hair and blue eyes. Our flat in Amsterdam was owned and rented out by a model-handsome physician with magnets of nude firemen on the fridge. A hidden button on the wall would cause beautiful opera music to play through the space, and his puffy chaise lounge was big enough for both me and my tall husband.
Heavy curtains bordered floor to ceiling windows, and a look outside revealed the gay clubs and flower markets of north Amsterdam. We took in the beautiful environment for a moment, but then sat nervously and waited for the woman to appear. When she finally arrived, she put us both at ease and effortlessly led the menage a trois. Afterward, she and I sat on the back patio smoking cigarettes. I asked about her work.
Helena specialized in American couples. There was a security guard waiting outside for her..