Dutch magazine ‘Flair’
The original article ‘Voor één keer een triootje, met een gigolo’, from the Dutch magazine ‘Flair’ can be read here. The translated text of the article is written out below.
A threesome with a gigolo
A threesome with a gigolo — it was Peter’s (36) biggest wish to see his girlfriend, José (35), having sex with another man. That man was René (37), booked for €300 all-in. Separately, they each shared their experience.
Jose, the lady
José (35): “It’s definitely not that I’m bored with Peter. We’re both sensual people, and we still enjoy each other every single day. Our sex life is great, especially because we’re honest about our fantasies.
Bucket list
At the top of my bucket list was a threesome, and on Peter’s list was the desire to see me having a good time. But then comes the question: how do you find the right person?
A swingers club felt like a step too far – all I could picture were sleazy men. That’s why hiring a gigolo, someone you can screen in advance, seemed like a much better option. Although…that turned out to be quite the task too. Google came up with about three hundred of them!”
After a thorough search, Peter and I decided to gently start with an erotic masseur. They don’t go all the way, but they do touch the intimate areas. It felt like a good first step: a way for me to get used to unfamiliar hands on my body, and for Peter to ease into the idea of seeing his girlfriend with another man.
Unfortunately, the experience was a letdown. His website said he was 6’1”, but he turned out to be shorter than me – and I’m 5’9”. The massage lacked any real feeling or presence, and on top of that, he didn’t look anything like the man we expected. Not a tall, well-built Adonis, but more of a small, skinny guy.
Attractive
Still, we didn’t give up, especially because we’d already had a pleasant email exchange with Gigolo René. His website looked professional, and he was one of the few who actually shared clear photos of himself. He was attractive, with a kind face, and both Peter and I had a good feeling about him. So we took the leap.
We were incredibly nervous beforehand. I lost five kilos that week from the stress, and on the evening itself, I downed two Malibus just to take the edge off. Peter had already finished a litre and a half of wine.
René turned out to be a slender man with long, elegant legs. He entered confidently, introduced himself, and said, “I’m going to make love to you, and the three of us are going to have a party.” It all sounded very promising, even if our daring gigolo stuck to a rather boring glass of water.
About ten minutes later, René and I went upstairs. He started with a massage, to help me relax and get used to his touch. Peter and I had already emailed him our boundaries: no anal sex, safe sex only, and the freedom to stop at any time if we felt uncomfortable. Just knowing that gave me a real sense of safety.
Massage
René had me lie down on a towel and slowly removed my clothes until I was left in nothing but my lingerie. He began to massage me, and it felt alright. We didn’t kiss, I didn’t want to do anything without Peter being there. After about half an hour, René invited Peter upstairs to join in. I took off my lingerie and enjoyed the feeling of four hands touching me from then on. It was wonderful.
I took turns kissing both men. René kept asking if I was still enjoying it and if I still wanted to continue. For me, that was a bit too much. I’m quite sensitive to voices, and his wasn’t very masculine – honestly, I would’ve preferred if he’d talked a little less.
Still, I really enjoyed kissing René while Peter went down on me. It felt like I was starring in a porn movie.
What I enjoyed most was seeing Peet so happy – there wasn’t a trace of jealousy. His eyes were glowing; this was exactly what he had hoped for. I didn’t orgasm through René’s tongue, that’s something only my own husband can do.
Skilled
René knew what he was doing. He’s skilled, confident, and definitely knew where to touch. But he didn’t quite spark that deeper fire in me. Looking back, I think I was a bit disappointed by his appearance. In my fantasy, a gigolo is tall, strong, a little rough around the edges, the kind of man who could press me up against the wall and make me moan with pleasure. Think Richard Gere…or maybe Sean Connery. Passionate, but respectful.
René was too gentle for my taste, too careful. I can imagine he’s perfect for women who’ve had difficult experiences; he’s kind, attentive, and puts you completely at ease. But for me, it felt more like he wanted to make love to me… and I only make love to Peet. What I was looking for was a thrilling, sexy adventure.
Would I do it again? Maybe, but only with a stunning, irresistible man we meet spontaneously on some beach in Spain. No more pre-arranges threesomes for me.
Peter, her boyfriend
Peter (36): “I am a terribly jealous guy. If José ever thinks of cheating on me, I’ll freak out. José is a very hot woman who gets lots of attention from men. Customers of her restaurant in particular challenge her to have sex with them. I don’t like that at all.
Knowing this, it may seem strange that I found it exciting to see my girlfriend making out with another man. The idea of hiring a gigolo is ninety percent mine, but it’s really not self-torture. I like watching porn movies where a woman is pleasured by two men. I thought it would be a great thrill if that happened to my own girlfriend, but then just the two of us with a professional lover. One that didn’t expect anything from me, since I am straight.
José and I shared this fantasy and the more we talked about it, the more we knew we wanted to make it come true. It caused quite some anticipation in bed, and before I knew it José was searching on Google for suitable gigolos. There was a soldier who she found super attractive, but he charged four hundred euros for his services, and he was perhaps a bit too handsome. With René we both had a good feeling. He came across as sympathetic. I sent him naughty messages asking him to give my girl a good pounding. He did want that.
On a certain Thursday evening he showed up at our door. I drank some courage to myself beforehand. Saying and doing are different things and a previous experience with an erotic masseur had turned out to be very disappointing. René looked a bit thin. Not a tough big womanizer, more of a skinny guy. He immediately walked up to me, which gave me confidence. He said that he would first give José a relaxing massage one on one, but that nothing else would happen without me being there. I found it quite difficult that they went up together, although I understood that it was necessary to break the ice. After twenty minutes and two beers I went upstairs to take a look. José was lying on the bed, René stood next to her in his underwear.
I walked up to José and started kissing her and licking her pussy. She pulled off René’s boxers and took his cock in her mouth. Okay, I thought, so this is it, we’ve started.
The hottest moment for me was when José returned after she had gone to the toilet. René and I lay naked next to each other on the bed and she could choose who she wanted. To tease me she got down on her knees to give René a blow job. While José did that, René looked at me with a big smile and said: ‘She knows how to do it, doesn’t she?’ I thought that was awesome. I didn’t feel any jealousy for a second, I knew I was in control. It was just all so exciting.
Still, it was finished after an hour and a half. I had just had an orgasm and José was kissing René when I had enough. I nudged José and asked if she wanted to continue. She said it didn’t matter to her, but I could tell from her face that she didn’t mind to end it. I grabbed a towel for René, threw it at him and said: ‘Okay buddy, go take a shower.’ He was taken aback. He had not yet had an orgasm and was enjoying my wife’s caresses. In one fell swoop I stopped the party. But hey, who pays decides and he was professional enough to understand not to continue.
René did not pose a threat to our relationship. It’s been three months now and I look back on it with great pleasure. We reminisce about the threesome especially when we have sex, and we can talk about it for years to come. If you invite the neighbor for a threesome, you still have to face him every day.
This was a one-off and without feelings or obligations and I have absolutely no regrets. It was my ultimate dream. Especially when José had my dick in her mouth and René’s cock in her pussy at the same time; I had created my own porn movie.”
Rene, the gigolo
René (37): “In the first email I received from José and Peter, they told me that they had had a disappointing experience with an erotic masseur. José wrote that he had been much too pushy and that he thought more about his own pleasure than he cared about hers. Let alone her boyfriend; Peter had been there a bit for show. So I knew I had to be careful because otherwise they might shy away. With that knowledge I went on my way to José and Peter.
I was pleasantly surprised by José’s appearance; a blonde lady with a gorgeous body. Ask a hundred men what they think of her and ninety-nine will say: beautiful. I started getting a little aroused about the idea of making out with her. José was also pleasant to deal with, probably because she works in the hospitality industry. Peter, a tall man with a broad torso, was very pleasant as well.
We had coffee and I suggested to José that the two of us go upstairs for a relaxing massage. That usually works best to put the woman at ease and get her used to my touch. At this stage I’m not doing anything erotic yet, it’s purely relaxing and the woman is still wearing her lingerie. I always work with long appointments of three to four hours, at an all-in price of € 300. This way, no one has the feeling that the meter is running and there is no time pressure.
José and I went to the bedroom for the massage, Peter stayed downstairs, but came to check every ten minutes. I then had a quick chat with him and asked him how he felt about me being with his girl. He also asked José how things were going. When she replied that everything was fine, he said, “Keep up the good work,” and went back downstairs.
All this time the door was open. I really didn’t want to give the impression that something was happening against their wishes. I put them at the center and kept asking if they still liked it. After an hour José had loosened up wonderfully. Peter came along and they started kissing, which made her feel even more relaxed. The starting signal for me to become more intimate, and I undressed her and myself and gave a body-to-body massage.
I tickled her back and buttocks and caressed her breasts. I let Peter enjoy it fully. We both sucked her nipples at the same time. Peter loved seeing us do this together. It was their ultimate fantasy that two men would do José at the same time.. And vice versa, that José would blow us. Or that one of us ate her pussy and she gave the other a blowjob.
I am 100% heterosexual myself, but I have no problems with the closeness of a naked man and his participation in relation to his partner. However, I will never do anything with him.
What I liked about this couple was that I made José squirt a few times. It is often a challenge to get sexually inexperienced women to feel where their G-spot is and to give them a squirting orgasm, but José already knew that. I think she managed to orgasm several times because we had such a good connection sexually.
After about two hours the game was over. After Peter had orgasmed, he said it was enough. I think José would have wanted to continue, but when the man says it’s enough, I stop. I had not yet had an orgasm myself and I felt sorry that it was already over. But I get paid to please my clients and whether or not I have an orgasm is of no importance. I then quickly left. Usually couples are tired but satisfied and want to be together again.
You can divide your dates into four groups. Single women between the ages of twenty-five and forty, recently divorced women and married women who are in an unhappy relationship where eroticism has disappeared. The last group that books me are couples who see a threesome as icing on the cake.
I never receive strange proposals and that is because I do not respond to vulgar emails. Respect is my priority, for both parties. I later received a thank-you email from José stating: ‘I make love with Peter, it was fun in bed with you’. Very nice to hear, then I know I did a good job.”