My wife Orla and I recently enjoyed the services of professional sex-workers.  Together.  Twice.  It happened like this:

We are both just turned forty and have been happily married for fifteen years.  No kids.  What used to be called 'Dinkies', dual income, no kids.  We both believe that a major contributor to our happiness together, is that we never signed up to the 'forsaking all others' bit.  We fuck others.

Not often, our sex life together is very good, but if either of us gets the itch, we scratch it.  She gets more than I do, our jobs both involve occasional travel and stays away from home.  That's when we do our scratching and a woman alone in a hotel doesn't stay alone for long.  I refuse to pay for it and my opportunities are much fewer.

We always tell and it usually leads to spectacular sex as we re-stake our claims on each other.  The retelling is of course, invariably exaggerated, her studs are always younger, better looking, fitter, have enormous cocks and are capable of producing vast quantities of spunk.  My 'conquests' are also younger, better looking, have bigger tits and are multi orgasmic.  It goes without saying that condoms are used.

It was after such a post-infidelity retelling by Orla, that I unintentionally triggered an escalation of our adventures.  We were recovering, cuddled together naked.  I said;

"I would love to see you being fucked by another man."

"Really?"  She replied,  "Would you really like to see me with someone else's cock inside me, or watch me suck him off?"

I had already come twice, but my cock was steely-hard again.  I said that I would, but I knew that it would be difficult to arrange.  She rolled on top and guided my cock into her.

"Fuck me again you kinky bugger."

She demanded.  I did.

The next day, a Saturday, we discussed how it could be arranged.  It would mean be being with her on one of her trips, for her to pick someone up, and to persuade him to let me watch.  It might be easier to climb The Eiger.  Then she had a brainwave, she could secretly video an encounter, using her phone.

We practised.  It was normal to have your phone on the bedside table, but not facing the bed.  A propped-up phone would arouse suspicion.  We went shopping for a video camera, the plan being to hide it inside something, the zoom lens could be focused on the bed from anywhere in the room.  We came away with a tiny bodycam, easy to conceal but without a Zoom lens.

I was the first to try it.  I positioned it on the desk opposite the bed, surrounded by the chargers for my phone and laptop.  It was barely noticeable.  Fortunately, I managed to pull, but she wanted the light out and insisted on being under the duvet.  She was however an enthusiastic fuck.  After she had gone, I checked the camera.  I was disappointed, it was a failure.

Orla was more successful, her stud was more than happy to have the lights on and the duvet off.  I watched spellbound as my wife enthisiastically sucked his cock, had her cunt licked and was vigorously fucked by her young stud.  There was no need for exaggeration,  he was indeed young and fit, probably in his early thirties and was quite well-endowed.   At Orla's request, he finished himself by hand, spurting his load onto Orla's fine tits.

The camera captured everything, including sound.  But it was still disapointing, the camera had a very wide angle lens and was static.  It captured everything, but I  couldn't see much.  In my fevered imagination, I had expected porn film quality, forgetting that good porn involves good lighting, multiple cameras and skilful editing.  But that didn't stop me having a mighty erection all through the screening, on our high-definition big screen TV.  Afterwards, we fucked on the sofa and again in bed.  Very satisfying, but I still wanted to see it live.

A few days later, Orla said that she had found an escort agency, supplying both male and female escorts, who would be happy for the partner to watch.  It would mean paying for it.  We could afford it, my objections were that paying for sex seemed like admitting defeat.  But if it was the only way, perhaps we should try.

There was some discussion about whether to hire a male to fuck Orla, or a female for me to fuck.  We tossed for it.  Literally.  We agreed that if Orla could wank me off in under a minute, she would be first.  If I could last over a minute, I would have the honours.  Not so much tossed for it, but tossed off for it.  I won by about ten strokes.  I would get to fuck my first ever professional,  Orla would watch.

We booked a weekend in a large characterless luxury hotel and made our choice from a range of escorts.  Amber was a slim blonde, probably in her early twenties.  We had a very early light meal, showered and waited nervously for her to arrive.  We started with a glass of wine each to break the ice.  Amber was stunning in a pale blue cocktail dress, Orla and I just wore the towelling robes provided by the hotel.  Amber said, speaking to me;

"I was told that you and I are to do the business, and you," turning to Orla, "just watch."

We both nodded.

"If you want to change your mind, I can do you both, together or one at a time.  You have me for the evening, to do whatever you want within reason, there will be no extra charge."

A threesome!  We had not even considered it.  I knew that Orla had never been with a woman, nor I with a man  but we had often fantasised about it.  We looked at each other for guidance.  Amber came to our assistance, saying to me;

"Why don't we make a start,"  then to Orla; "You can join in if you feel like it."

She asked to use the bathroom while we considered her offer.  We, or rather Orla, decided to stick to the original plan.  If it had been just up to me, I would have loved to have watched them in a lesbian session.

Amber emerged from the bathroom naked apart from hold-up and high heels.  Stunning dressed, Amber was jaw-droppingly gorgeous nude.  During the preliminaries, my cock had been soft.  I was nervous.  Now it was goodbye nerves,  hello hard on.  And what a hard on, it tented my robe.

"What's it to be?"

She asked.  Orla replied, I had lost the power of speech.

"Plan A."

She said.  Amber shrugged and walked slowly towards me.  I stood to meet her and my robe came undone, revealing my erection.  Amber pushed both hands under the robe, circling my cock with one and cupping my balls with the other.

"My, my," she said.  "You are a big boy."

I'm not actually.  According to Google, I'm Mr Average.  She probably said the same thing to all her clients, but it did no harm, certainly my little friend seemed to swell with pride.  I shrugged out of the robe, Amber placed her hands around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her, pressing her lovely body against my hardness.

I was standing with the back of my legs against the edge of the bed, Amber gently pushed me backwards and I fell back onto the bed, breaking the kiss.  Amber wrapped a hand around my straining cock, leaned down and engulfed the whole thing with her mouth, her lower lip touching my balls.  Orla can take me all the way into her mouth, but only after a couple of practice sucks.  I heard Orla gasp.  She was still sitting alongside me on the bed.

Amber sucked noisily, mm-ing as she sucked.  Orla stood and walked to a chair facing the bed.  After a few minutes of agonisingly delicious sucking, Amber released me and positioned herself head to tail by my side before taking my cock back into her mouth.  I looked across at Orla, she was sitting naked on the edge of her chair, watching intently, her fingers busy between her parted thighs.

Amber stretched her legs wide, revealing her pink, moist shaven haven.  Tentatively  I parted the lips and pushed first one, then two fingers into her cunt.  Amber pushed against them, taking them deeper.  I began to finger fuck her.  I wanted to lick her, was that allowed?  There was only one way to find out.  I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue, again she pushed back.  It was allowed.

As I lapped at her sweet wet cunt, I felt movement on my other side and looked up to find my wife back on the bed for a closer look.  Amber slipped my cock from her mouth and offered it to Orla.  I held my breath.  Orla hesitated, then took it into her mouth.  I was surely in heaven.  Orla swivelled round and spread her legs, I now had two glistening cunts to choose from, one pink and hairless, the other darker, with a dark landing strip.  I would have dearly liked to lick each in turn  but I was mesmerised by the sight and feel of my cock being passed from mouth to mouth, so I contented myself with fingering.

It took every last drop of my self control, not to allow high pressure spunk to spay them both.  They seemed to both sense this, as Orla released my cock, instead of accepting the baton, Amber placed a hand behind Orla's head and pulled her into a kiss.  I felt Orla's body stiffen, to the extent that her cunt clamped my fingers.  Then she relaxed, accepting the kiss, kissing back.  My cock was forgotten.  The kiss broke and Amber looked down at me and said;

"Why don't you fuck your wife and I will suck your cum from her."

Really?  I looked at Orla.  She nodded slightly.  I had been looking forward to fucking Amber, that had been the plan, but this?  Beyond my wildest imaginings.  And perhaps I could do both.  On a good day, I can manage a second coming.  And this was certainly a good day.

I positioned myself between Orla's widespread thighs, Amber spread Orla's cunt wide with the fingers of one hand and guided my cock to the gaping entrance with the other.  The oiled velvet clasp of cunt on cock is quite exquisite, I will never know how I managed to hold on to my motion lotion, but I managed to bottom out without losing it.  I remained still inside her, savouring her heat, resisting the urge to pump.  I could feel Orla's impatience, she wanted fucking.  So I fucked.

To my shame, I came very quickly, roaring as spurt after powerful spurt blasted Orla's insides.  The weight of my upper body was supported on my arms, so I could look down at Orla's face, her eyes were closed.  My cock was deep inside her as my body jerked with the tiny aftershocks that follow a really powerful climax.  Amber was forgotten, but her hand on my shoulder reminded me of her presence.

She pushed her head between us to kiss Orla.  I reluctantly withdrew my still hard cock, feeling that this was one of those rare occasions that I could have come again without uncoupling.  But Amber wanted the load that I had deposited in Orla, and I wanted to see her take it.  But before she bent to her task, she sucked my cock clean, then pushed a condom and a small dispenser of lubricant into my hand.

"If you're up to it," she said.  "Fuck me as I suck her, either hole."

She lowered her face to Orla's brimming cunt.  Orla jerked at the first contact, her eyes snapping open, her mouth forming an O.  Then she relaxed as Amber's tongue scoured her.  I rolled the condom onto my boner, Amber's peachy arse pushed up by her head down position revealed my options, cunt or arsehole.  I would have both.  I parted the moist pink lips of her cunt and fed my cock into her, then reached forwards to cup her small shapely tits as I began my movements.

Amber's hands were on Orla's much larger tits, thumbing the stiff, light brown nipples.  I watched Orla's face as I pumped Amber, I like to watch when she comes, usually when she masturbates for me, or when I use my fingers on her.  Her climax was approaching, her face took on the familiar eyes closed, mouth open look as it built, then her eyes snapped open and her body arched as it hit.

Amber continued lapping.  I trickled lube onto the pink/brown pucker of her anus and worked my thumb inside, preparing her for an assault from something such bigger.  I pulled out from her cunt and guided my tip to the other hole, pushing in with one steady thrust.  That brought a reaction from her, she groaned as my cock stretched her, the groan muffled by Orla's cunt.  I banged at her hard, racing towards my second ejaculation, Orla had her second orgasm, screaming out as she came.  Seconds later, I blasted my final offering into Amber's arse.

I rolled away, spent.  My cock now shrivelled, the filled condom drooping from the tip.  I lay panting as Amber moved up Orla's body to kiss her.  Amber asked Orla if she wanted to return the favour and lick her cunt.  Orla shook her head, Amber shrugged, saying;

"You might be pleasantly surprised.  Next time perhaps?"

She asked me if we were done, I said yes and thanked her.  I tried to offer her money, but she refused, saying;

"Against the rules.  No money is to change hands."

She disappeared into the bathroom and came out dressed.   She kissed fist me, then Orla, saying;

"Until next time then, and welcome to the word of Sapphos."

And she was gone.

"That was…  unexpected."

Said Orla.

"But good?"

I asked.  She nodded.  I asked if she would do it again.

"Perhaps," she said.  "I should have licked her when she offered it.  An opportunity missed."

"It's my favourite taste in the world," I said.  "Shall I call her back,  or book another session  with her?"

It was really much to late to call her back.  As Orla said, an opportunity missed.

"I would rather stick to the original plan, you've had a woman, next time I want a man."

"But you had her as well."

"In that case, you can share my man."

She was gently wanking my re-erected cock.

"Can this thing go again?"

She asked.

"Not a chance."

I replied.

"Pity," she said.  "Suck me then."

She straddled my face and lowered herself onto my mouth.

Before we left the next morning, we booked a room for next time, four weeks later.

A few days later, we went onto the website of the escort agency to find a suitable stud.  There had been several occasions when we had talked about me sucking another man's cock, but that had been in the throes of passion.  When it came to it, I was not so keen.  But I was curious, Orla liked sucking my cock as much as I liked licking her cunt, she said that it was difficult to describe, the only way would be for me to experience it.

Just as all the female escorts were available to both male and female clients, or both, so were the males.  I made no promises, if it seemed right at the time, I would take him into my mouth, but under no circumstances did I want his spunk in my mouth.  I had sucked my own from Orla's cunt on a few occasions, but had no burning desire to taste someone else's.  Orla chose someone who called himself Max, a Belgian about thirty years old.

I grudgingly admit, he was a handsome bugger.  Taller than he looked in the photo's.  Dark haired, athletic without being muscular.  As on the previous occasion, we had wine.  Unexpectedly, Orla asked if we could dispense with condoms, she wanted the full experience.  I was shocked.

"It's not permitted," said Max.  "I could lose my job."

"How much would make you change your mind?"

"I'm also not permitted to take money."

He said.

"£100."

Said Orla.  She really wanted it.  £100 for a teaspoon of cum?  She can have mine for nothing.  Max was wavering.

"£200."

Said Orla.  I winced.  Max quizzed us about any recent sexual contact, had it been safe sex?  It had, our last extramarital encounter had been with Amber, before that it had been several weeks and that had been protected.

"It must remain our secret," he said."  And only vaginal, not anal."

 And he went to the bathroom to strip.  I asked Orla what that was about.  She said simply;

"You'll see."

Max emerged ready for action.  All of his body hair had been removed.  His flaccid circumcised cock curved from his smooth mound.  It was obviously bigger than mine, but I would reserve judgement until I had seen it erect.  Orla had removed her gown, she stood, reaching for his cock, exploring it.  It swelled in response.  He stretched out on the bed and Orla kissed and licked his now fully erect organ before sucking it.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, where I intended to stay, I wanted a close-up view.  Orla sucked him for a while, then offered his cock to me.  This was it, I had never even touched another man's cock, let alone sucked one.

"It's what you wanted."

Said Orla.  It felt thick in my hand, like my own but somehow different.   Orla was urging me to suck it.  It felt even thicker in my mouth, and yes, I had never experience anything like it.  I had sucked dildoes, so called 'natural feel' ones, bigger than this, but this was a living thing, warm, hard but soft.  Extraordinary.  Then I heard Orla say to Max;

"Suck his.  Suck him off."

She had this whole thing planned  I knew nothing about it.  But a suck is a suck, would a man's mouth feel any different to a woman's?  I was about to find out.  Max turned round, took my cock in his hand and gently pulled back the foreskin before enclosing the tip with his mouth.  Orla watched intently, Max offered her my cock and she took over the sucking, but after only a few sucks, she passed me back to Max and instead straddled my face, facing my feet and offered me her dripping cunt.

This was more to my taste, a fantasy of mine was having my cock sucked by one woman while sucking the cunt of another.  Okay, the mouth sucking my cock was male, but my cock didn't seem to mind.  I was getting close, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, I just let it go.  I heard Orla squeal, and then she too was coming.  When her spasms stopped, she leaned forward and seemed to be licking my belly.  She told me later that Max took my first spurt into his mouth, then removed his mouth and directed subsequent spurts onto her tits.  Hence her squeals.  She then licked the spunk off my belly.

Max instructed Orla to lie in her back and started to do what he had been hired to do, to work on her.  He teased her tits with hands and mouth, rolling and pinching a nipple with his fingers and the other with his lips.  Then with his mouth latched to one stiff teat, carressed his way down to her waiting cunt.

As he finger-fucked her, he kissed his way down her body and replaced his fingers with his tongue.  Orla climaxed instantly, arching her lovely body off the bed.  Max kept on licking, probing, sucking, swiftly bringing her to another orgasm, her third.  This time, as she came down from her peak, she said softly;

"I'd like you to fuck me now."

Max repositioned himself for entry, I was already in position for a grandstand view of the moment.  Max's cock was rigid.  It looked massive and threatening.  His bulbous gland was shiny,  but dry.  My uncut version was moist when the foreskin was drawn back, adding a bit of lubricant to that provided by the recipient perhaps?  Orla didn't need it, her cunt was wet, gaping and ready.

She used the fingers of both hands to guide it safely to the place, then moved her hands away as Max slowly entered.  Orla exhaled loudly as it slid balls deep in one smooth movement.  Max was supporting his weight on his outstretched arms, he paused for a few seconds for Orla's body to adapt to the intruder.  Orla lightly placed her hands on his shoulders, a sign that she was ready, and Max began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, slowly at first.

He relaxed his arms, lowering his body onto hers, denying me the sight of Orla's stiff nippled tits.  He put his arms under and around her, she enclosed him with hers and lifted her legs to wrap his waist as he built up speed until he was fucking like a machine.  Orla gasped at each hard upthrust.  Then he suddenly stopped, bringing a little squeal of disappointment from Orla, who must have been very close to coming.  Perhaps he was too?  Unlikely, as a professional fucker of women, but there was no condom between them and Orla's cunt can do wonderful things to a cock.

Max rolled onto his back, taking Orla with him without disengaging and resumed pumping into her, a hand on each buttock at first, but she sat up to ride him and his hands transferred to her tits.  Then he pulled her back down onto him and felt for the junction of thick cock and stretched cunt, rubbing the wet flesh around it then transferring the slick natural lubricant to the pucker of her arsehole.  She came as he slowly pushed a finger deep inside, collapsing onto him.

He allowed her to catch her breath, then told her to pivot on his hard cock so that she was in reverse cowgirl and was soon ramming into her again.  I was watching, wanking and learning.  Again they changed position, again without uncoupling, Max rolling Orla forwards so that they were in doggy position.  It was a masterclass in fucking.

From doggy, they moved into spoons, Orla raising her upper leg into the pose much favoured in porn so that the camera, or in this case me, could watch his cock pumping in and out of her.  Then he was coming.  His strokes becoming erratic, then thrusting deeply.  I watched his balls rise and the thick underside ridge of his cock pulse as he unloaded his spunk into my wife.

As soon as he had finished, he moved away.  Orla rolled onto her back, legs apart, thick white spunk seeping from her plundered slit.

"Choose," she said.  "Sloppy seconds or creampie cleanup."

She knew full well that I wanted both, they were both favourite fantasies of us both, one more than the other.  I had sucked my own from her cunt on many occasions, cleaning up after she had been fucked by somebody else was just a dream.  I had never experienced sloppy seconds though, this was my chance.  I moved into position between her thighs and entered her.

It should be on the bucket list of every man, sliding into a ripe and ready cunt lubricated by warm spunk is a feeling like no other, I swear I could feel his warm wetness on my balls as they pressed hard against her.

"Give me everthing you've got," urged Orla.  "Then clean up both loads."

I fucked her hard and fast, spurred on my Orla's cries to fuck harder.  I roared like a bull as my cum blasted into her.  As I pulled out, a little wave of cum welled out to run between her buttocks and over her arsehole to be soaked up by the sheet beneath.  Her entire cuntal area shone with spunk, what had seemed a good idea before I had come for a second time, now seemed less appealing.

"Do it," urged Orla.  "You know you want to."

Tentatively  I scooped up some of the mess  with my tongue, it was warm and salty, I could detect Orla's familiar taste and the underlying taste of myself and Max.  I began to suck, unable to resist the horrid feast.  I felt a hand on my arse, Max's, then his tongue rimmed my arse.  I love being rimmed, but had never been rimmed by a man.  His tongue pushed deep inside, I kept sucking Orla's cunt, the taste now all her.  I felt something cold drip onto the top of my bum-crack, Max's tongue moved away to be replaced by a finger and then something much bigger.

My arse instinctive clamped shut, but the pressure was unrelenting.  Unable to maintain my resistance, my muscles relaxed and his cock slipped inside, stretching me.  I was being buggered.  I looked up between Orla's tits to her smiling face.  Somehow, she had planned this.  She took each tit in turn and sucked each nipple.  My depleted cock, which had been flapping uncontrollably as Max reamed my arse, began to harden.  Max reached round and began to wank me.  I had imagined having threesomes, but never like this.  I looked down to watch his hand pumping my shaft and to my amazement, I realised that I was coming.  For the third time.  I watched as my last dregs of watery spunk splashed onto the sheet.  It was more like being milked than ejaculating.

It was over.  Max put his clothes back on, collected his money and said goodbye.  We were left to cuddle up in a rather wet bed.

I wanted to make another booking, we had broken new ground in several ways with our pro's, but there were so many other things that we were keen to try.  I want to realise my fantasies about having two women at the same time. Orla's fantasies involving two men were cock-stiffeningly imaginative, she has more places to accomodate a cock than I have cocks, so being spit roasted and d.p'd would be on the menu.

We both also were keen to explore our newly discovered bi sides, I had enjoyed my experiences with Max more than I care to admit and want more.  Orla too, had been surprised by her contact with Amber and regretted not sucking her cunt when it was offered.

But Orla thinks that rather than use the services of professionals again, we should try to find a like minded couple share with.  She's probably right, she usually is.  We know it won't be easy.   But the search is on.