That Anna would one day find her match in Victor, a man who effortlessly touches her deepest desires, she never dared to hope for. What she hadn’t counted on at all? That she would ultimately be the one encouraging her great love to please women as a gigolo alongside his job.
After months of dating, Victor and I got into a relationship. The sex dates slowly turned into more. Weekend getaways with a visit to his parents, dinners with friends, and even a day at Nemo with my two children. Victor doesn’t have children himself, but I loved seeing him with my kids. That big, tough man who showed me stars at night, playfully and enthusiastically joined my children in all the experiments at the laboratory. After he had won my heart, Victor moved in with me fairly quickly.
We really had a great time together, but something nagged at Victor. He missed dating other women. Was he perhaps polyamorous? No, not necessarily. Did we want to open up our relationship? No, not really. ‘Wouldn’t you want to become a gigolo?’ I blurted out one evening in bed. I knew Victor had once thought about becoming a professional Dom (a man who takes the dominant role in BDSM activities, ed), but that career never took off. ‘What if I helped you?’ I continued cautiously. ‘I can write the texts for your website, and you can do it alongside your regular job so you don’t have to depend on it.’
Others might think I’m crazy – who in their right mind motivates their partner to become a gigolo? – but I wish every woman an intimate date with my husband. Especially the women who need it, such as those who have never had sex before or who have had unpleasant experiences. In my opinion, Victor is a suitable type for that. He is calm, listens carefully to your wishes, and has a strength that makes your insecurities disappear. Things I have always found healing myself.
A few months later, his website went live and he had his first date. Exciting, but it felt right. We decided not to share his new ‘side job’ with people around us. We only told a couple of friends involved in the swingers scene; they are quite open-minded and didn’t find it strange. Neither Victor nor I want any comments, so it’s our little secret.
We didn’t make strict rules beforehand. I just want to know where he is, and I don’t want him to use my pet name with other women. Victor can certainly focus on his work when I’m nearby. In fact, he often chats with women on his phone while sitting next to me on the couch – that’s just part of his job. I know the first names of the women he regularly meets, but I don’t look at photos or chat messages. I’m not interested in what the women look like. I’ve never really been jealous of his clients; I’m just happy when he comes home with positive stories and can really mean something to the women. I was completely okay with it until the day he met Bianca.
To be continued.