
First of all, I want to say how unfortunate I find it that there’s still such a strong taboo around being intimate with someone outside your relationship. It forces people to keep things secret, or makes women feel like they can’t openly say, “I have my own gigolo” – even though many of us have a perfectly healthy imagination.
Anyway, I’m a woman in my late twenties, and I truly have everything I could wish for. My husband and I chose to be in an open relationship.
We’ve been together for 13 years and have two amazing children. And yes, for anyone wondering, my husband is great in bed. The idea that I must be missing something at home simply isn’t true. For us, meeting someone new is something we both find exciting, especially because it always happens with full openness and mutual agreement.
Now, about my experience with René… I was so nervous, even scared, because this was my first time seeing a gigolo. I’d been with single men before, but never a professional. Honestly, those past experiences left me disappointed, because in the end, those men were only out for themselves.
On Sunday, René responded to my email so quickly that we already had a date set for Monday. Naturally, I couldn’t sleep a wink that night. As the moment approached, I kept thinking, “I can still back out…” But then I imagined my husband teasing me for chickening out – and of course, I’d still have to report back home. 😉
I texted René the room number, and just a few minutes later, he arrived. I didn’t know how to carry myself and was feeling pretty stressed. He immediately put me at ease, gently explaining what we would do, and reassuring me that nothing would happen unless I was completely comfortable.
He started with a beautiful massage. It helped me calm down and catch my breath. Somewhere along the way, the massage became more sensual – I’m not even sure when exactly – but I do know it felt absolutely amazing.
The soft music and warm glow of the tea lights created exactly the kind of atmosphere you’d want. As for the rest, I’ll leave those details for another woman to experience herself. 🙂
After four hours, our time together was coming to an end. He had orgasmed, and I had too, more times than I could count.
He was such a sweetheart, even helping me fasten my bra again, sealing the moment with tender kisses and soft caresses along my back. Honestly, I could’ve taken my clothes off all over again. 🙂
When I got home, my husband was eagerly waiting to hear all about it. He thought the story was so exciting that he treated me to a little “dessert” of his own.
Wow—what an unforgettable experience. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.