Our first threesome EVER was also our first Date as Escorts. Sounds crazy? You have NO idea...

(Please, 1st read "Before Evolving Into 'The Taboo Couple.'"...)


Rob sat in front of the computer, an ultra-focused look on his face. He has this cute habit of biting one corner of his lower lip when he's really concentrating on something - makes me want him SO BAD; but this wasn't a good time to fuck, so I let him continue uninterrupted...


The problem was (and still is!) that Rob tends to obsessively edit things AS he writes as opposed to what many other people do: Write what's on their mind THEN go over it; instead, he ended up spending about another hour writing, and re-writing, then editing, re-editing, then RE-editing the editing of our bio/profile for the ad we were about to post on site in question... 


Finally, Rob pushed himself away from the computer desk and announced with a smug expression that he was done., I was shocked to see that he had only about three sentences on the screen:


"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?" I fumed.


"What? I don't want us to sound like all these other people on here - we have to come across like the authentic, intelligent couple that we are," he reasoned.


I couldn't help but laugh after reading his "genius" three-sentence paragraph, which pretty much proclaimed: "HOT Young Couple. VERY Adventurous and Open-minded. Cum Direct Your Own Private Show!" Pure brilliance, right? Whatever...


We then uploaded the pics of ourselves to the site and we stared at the screen for a while, smiling with pride at how hot we both looked and how clean the one corner of our apartment that we used as a back-drop seemed since it was the only section not covered in the contents of both our closets. Then we high-fived in celebration of how brave we were for deciding to go forward with what we were about to do. But it didn't take long at all for us to realize at least one MAJOR glitch in our plan: We stared into one another's eyes and almost simultaneously asked, 


"Are we REALLY willing to show our FACES in an ESCORT ad!?! And what about how obvious it is by the window and exposed brick wall behind us that it's OUR apartment??"


Of course, our mindset then seems ironic now given our current openness to revealing our unblurred faces; but it took us over 2 years to finally decide that it wasn't such a big deal since both our parents and close family members live in other countries. Anyway, I spent yet ANOTHER hour searching for then trying to  learn how to effectively utilize a "photo-shopping" app to blur our faces, a few tattoos, and unfocus the background, etc. Unable to effectively do this, we ended up taking the simplest close-up picture showing only our chests from the neck down - so much for our elaborate photoshoot and the destruction of our tiny apartment! After uploading this one pic, we again asked ourselves and one another,


"Are we SURE we wanna do this - are we FUCKING CRAZY?"


We both answered this question with nothing more than huge grins. Then, in what surely reads far more dramatically than the actual moment, Rob placed his right index finger on the "Enter" key and I followed suit with my left index finger, and simultaneously yelled as we pressed the Enter key, 


"One, Two,... THREE!"


A message promptly appeared on the computer screen indicating that "Your ad will appear online shortly"; and then... we PANICKED! Rob scrambled into action, scrolling up and down, left and right, scanning the screen to see if there was a "We fucked up, delete this shit!" button ANYWHERE on the screen. Nope! About 15 minutes later, an email notification advised that, "Congratulations, your ad is now online!" Neither of us recall now whether we took a breath, let alone whether we said a word to each other during the next 30 minutes or so; and yet, we DO recall how not much longer after we both commenced picking at one another for not reading right through the guy-on-the-phone's bullshit about how there was actually a market for "this sort of thing," etc., the phone rang...


And it rang....


And it rang some more..... 


The phone seemed to ring every 5 minutes for the rest of that evening! We'd just stare at it, though, glancing at one another every time it rang - we couldn't believe that there was an interest in this kind of stuff! We played ping-pong with the phone each time it rang, indecisive of which of us would answer it. And THAT'S when we encountered or next dilemma: Rob had posted his PERSONAL phone number on the original ad assuming that noone would ever actually see the ad anyway, let alone CALL the number provided. The thing is that Rob is a personal trainer - and a VERY busy one at the time - so he realized that he HAD to answer the phone eventually in case an existing or potential new training client was trying to contact him. I laughed the few times he did answer the phone only to be asked whether we were "the couple" to which Rob would respond with a hang up. We had to come up with a diversion strategy...


He woke up extra early the next morning and went to the nearest Boost Mobile store in our neighborhood. He bought the cheapest phone they sold under their anonymous no-contract offers, then came home to post a new ad using the new number. The strategy worked, well, sort of: The new phone DID ring, but (to my amusement), so did his personal phone for the next few days until the calls finally tapered off. We turned off the "other phone" and stashed it away in a kitchen drawer and hoped we'd forget we'd ever done something so silly. But a few weeks later, I couldn't help but wonder... 


I fished the phone out of the drawer and turned it on. It made the typical sounds of a Boost Mobile phone rebooting... then it went NUTS: 


ENDLESS texts - voice mailbox, FULL! 


I ran to Rob and showed him. He couldn't believe it either. We took turns reading the texts and listening to the voicemails. Most were explicit and crude, with some guys professing the size of their cocks and where they'd like to put them, etc.; but a few guys actually sounded sweet and genuinely interested in potentially meeting us. After listening to one particular voicemail on speaker, we looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and decided to call the guy back: 


(The rest is AMAZING, and we will soon advise on how to access it...)




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