I had the most unusual booking in my career last week.

It started with an email enquiry from a woman looking for a girlfriend experience (gfe) in Sydney, from a mature escort, for her husband. With some scepticism I responded to her initial enquiry. I explained that Sydney couples escort work was not a service I usually provided and I could recommend private escorts in Sydney who did. She had been searching for an independent escort for her husband as he was too shy to do it. She had been looking at high class escorts in several Sydney escort reviews and thought I had the characteristic MILF look that would appeal to hubby. What she wanted was for a mature escort in Sydney, she didn’t want a regular prostitute in Sydney but someone special, to show her husband a few techniques. It was not couples work as such; it would just be him and I.

Spicing up their love life!!!

I was really taken back but, benefit of the doubt treated the enquiry as genuine. I asked if there were any special requests and that is when things started to get unusual. They were a middle aged couple, with limited experience outside of each other and things had gone rather tepid in the bedroom. They both wanted him to learn to give her a better oral experience, which was easy enough. But the PSE flavour came in when she asked could she secretly watch me and hubby!

Booking Confirmed

While the booking was for him it became clear the real reason was for hubby to learn a thing or two from a Sydney high class escorts that he could bring home. The most outrageous was for her request to be able to watch me do him in secret! I thought well if the deposit shows I will believe it. I made it clear I was offering a high class Sydney escort gfe and not a bi-sexual encounter. We agreed a Fantasy Dinner Date would be the most appropriate and we went through the details. Well payment in full arrived and I was committed!

Voyeur Curious???

I met the wife at the hotel prior to the arranged booking time. She was a bubbly blonde just buzzing with the anticipation of acting out her idea, I liked her style. I asked if she was sure she would be ok watching me make love to her husband? The last thing I needed was drama in the middle of our fun! She assured me that she was and admitted it was a secret fantasy of hers, she was voyeur curious. I had picked the hotel and room carefully with her in mind and I showed her where she could hide, I would leave the door ajar and turn the lights up so she would have a clear a view as possible while being safely hidden, with the lights bright in the bedroom the darkness of the wardrobe would be impenetrable to our eyes.

Anticipation Builds!

It was nearly time to meet her husband!

Dinner Date

I chose the Arras Restaurant for the dining; I have found it the perfect place to enjoy elegant food and excellent service in a quiet intimate atmosphere. The husband arrived and we chatted with just a few years between us it was easy to build a rapport and the conversation flowed easily and before I knew it we were playing footsy under the table! It was clear that he was unsure what his wife wanted during sex and from my discussions with the wife it was also clear that she was wrapped in the fantasy of the bodice ripper where the man telepathically knows just what to do when. She was like the young man whose main education was from watching porn, very narrow.

And back to the Hotel

After a delicious meal we made our way to the QT Hotel . I had been there many times - it has a quirky 1920s vibe about it with a modern designer twist. I like it very much, especially the sheepskin on the bed!

Professionals always know best!

As we walked hand in hand I worked out what the solution was. He needed clear signals from her of when to slow down, continue what he was doing, move on, etc. She needed to give clearer signals and not rely on mysticism. Its true experienced lovers can respond to subtle hints but this is rarer than the books and porn pretend. Most men do not get subtle!

Let the games begin!

After some cuddles and kisses (all the while in plain view of his wife, hidden in the wardrobe, whom I expected to leap out screaming at any minute), we shed our cloths and I positioned myself at the edge of the bed, legs wide and told him to kneel before me.