My husband, Terry and I have been married for 13 years and we have three little boys aged 8, 10 and 12 years. We are by no means rich, but we are not poor either; we have just enough money to pay our bills, and then some. Our three boys are happy and carefree, and Terry is a deeply caring, attentive husband and father. I know that I am a very, very lucky woman.
However, ever since our first boy was born twelve years ago, Terry gradually lost interest in making love. We have not made love since the youngest was conceived over eight years ago. It is not as if Terry has another woman or anything like that. He just isn’t interested in sex at all. It seems that our three boys are all Terry ever really wanted out of our marriage, and now his world is utterly complete and he doesn’t want for anything more.
He is such a wonderful father that for the sake of our boys I’d rather not rock the boat. Besides, I want to feel wanted and desired as a woman. Simply telling Terry how I feel seems pointless if he’s not interested in making love anyway. I’m sure he just assumes that I am not interested in sex either and that everything’s just fine.
So about a year ago, I decided I needed to find a solution — a simple, no-strings attached solution that wouldn’t risk my marriage or hurt and embarrass Terry and the boys in any way. We live in a small town and I didn’t want any rumours finding their way back to my family.
One weekend, when Terry and the boys were away on a camping trip, I was at the local hairdressers for my weekly shampoo and blow-dry. I was browsing through one of their magazines and spotted a small, intriguing advertisement: “Discreet male escorts, available for dinners, parties or anything.” I quickly checked no one was looking, tore out the advertisement and slipped it into my purse.
That evening, I dialled the advertised number. A deep, sexy male voice answered. He was called Andre. We arranged to meet in an hour at a nearby hotel. He gave me a room number and said he would be there waiting for me.
At the hotel, a gorgeous, dark-haired young man greeted me at the door, elegantly robed in a luxurious, red silk kimono. The room was softly aglow with candlelight, sensual Spanish guitar music played in the background. Andre smiled into my eyes and handed me a glass of chilled pink champagne. He was absolutely gorgeous!
Together we toasted the evening then Andre gently put my glass down on the table, took my hand and led me into an enormous, marble bathroom, where a steaming, bubbling spa bath awaited us. For starters, I was massaged and bathed in exotic scented oils … and I’ll never forget the rest! For one night only, I was a cherished and desirable woman.
When I first married Terry, I never thought I would be the kind of wife who would pay to have sex with a man, especially a man so much younger than me. But I do know that I am more content and a better wife and mother because of that one special night.
Image: Getty. Picture posed by model.
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