The Happily Married Escort Client Who Seems to Have “Everything” Actually Doesn’

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The Happily Married Escort Client Who Seems to Have "Everything" Actually Doesn't

Would he be buying sex behind his wife's back if he really had it "all"?

Would he be buying sex behind his wife's back if he really had it "all"?

What's more? More variety. More new experiences. More new bodies to explore. New vaginas to get lost in. A different, novel sensation encasing one's cock.

I'm sorry to be so blunt but I can't help feeling this is the case. As you can imagine, this type of happily married client is often financially successful. This makes sense. The rates of escorts like myself are high. Maybe money is even the issue from the get-go.

Money is power and a man with that kind of power wants the freedom to buy whatever he wants. Even women. He simply feels entitled to more than he has.

He feels like he's allowed to sleep with other women — even if he and his wife have a healthy sex life — because he has the money to pay for it. But I wonder if such men really have "everything" if they still feel unsatisfied with their marriages — especially when these marriages are quite good.

In short, when is enough, enough? Or will this type of client never have enough?

I think this is the case.

Max was one of my happily married clients who had everything but wanted more.
On the surface, my client Max appeared to have the world in the palm of his hand. He was a lawyer with his own firm. He had the big house in the suburbs. He had the smart kids in private school. And he had a beautiful wife he still had a passionate sex life with. He told me so the first time we met.

Our first meeting took place in a diner near USC, where Max had gone to law school. He didn't want to have sex with me on our first meeting, but just to get to know me. Yes, he still paid for my time. It was a Saturday morning when Max popped down from his place in San Marino for a short meeting with me in this diner for breakfast.

He was rushed because he needed to get back for his kids' soccer tournaments at noon. Still, we had a nice breakfast. During our meal, he told me how happy he was with his wife. He even showed me photos of her. She was blond and very pretty. I kept expecting Max to tell me the story of so many of my other clients — that he and his wife never had sex anymore.

This wasn't the case.

Max still had sex with his wife. They had good sex. They had a lot of sex.

Max just wanted more.

"I'm an alpha," he told me.

He was a top dog and wanted a harem. The problem was his wife would never be okay with that. Therefore, Max had to keep his meetings with other women a secret. That was another reason he paid for sex. He didn't want to have an emotional affair, but to keep our relations as "no strings attached."

Obviously, his wife didn't know he was meeting with me. That's the thing — to get more, men like Max have to lie. They have to live double lives.

Does a man really have everything if he has to do that?

At this point, I also wanted "more."
I should note something about what I was like at that moment. I also wanted more in life. However, unlike Max, I was truly lacking.

I'd recently left my marriage and so my heart was not only hurting but my financial situation was, too. I was in dire need of cash and I was in a lot of emotional pain, to boot. Honestly, I was using sex as a kind of analgesic to feel better — and it was working.

I went to the diner to meet Max that Saturday morning straight from the home of a guy I'd spent the previous Friday night having sex with. He was an Italian who went by the name of Gianni. He wasn't a client but a photographer.

Gianni and I met on Craig's List in the "Casual Encounters" part of the now-defunct dating section. However, the purpose of our meeting was so he could take photos of me. But we ended up getting down as well. What can I say? Having him photograph me in lingerie was hot. Soon, we were in bed together.

Gianni hadn't paid for sex but at least he and I were honest with each other. We weren't looking for anything more from each other than sex. He knew I was an escort. And in my case, I wasn't lying to a partner at home, then paying for sex with someone else.

I wasn't pretending like my life was perfect. My life wasn't perfect. My life was a mess.

Max wanted me to know his life was "perfect."
Max and I made plans to meet up again. The next time we saw each other was at my place. Max liked that. He loved not having to rent a hotel room for a paid sex encounter.

And I loved the sex we had. Max wasn't bad-looking. In his mid-forties, he had dark hair and was very clean. He shaved everywhere, which I appreciated, and he smelled and tasted good.

Trust me, as an escort, I have sex with a lot of men. Not all men smell and taste good.

But I liked Max's taste and smell. You could say we had chemistry. After our first meeting, we began to see each other regularly. He always showed up with a bottle of rosé or champagne. Each time he came to visit me, he arrived in a different car. First, he showed up in a BMW, then a Range Rover, then a Jaguar.

Like I said, Max was a man who seemingly had "everything."

We'd always go to some nice restaurant after sex, and I would eat to my heart's content. Our chit-chat would usually wend its way back to his family.

Max told me all about his kids and wife. He always talked about how much he loved his family, especially how happy he was in his marriage. He talked about how smart his kids were. He talked about how big his house was. He talked about all the money he made.

In short, he wanted me to know he had "everything." He wanted me to know his life was "perfect."

But if he kept coming to see me unbeknownst to his wife, could his life be all that perfect? If he couldn't even be honest with his wife, did he really have everything?

I don't think so.

Max wanted more: so he wanted a threesome.
During one of our meetings, Max announced that he wanted to have a threesome. Of course, he did. He was a man who had it all but wanted more. Why have sex with one woman when he could have sex with two at the same time?

He said he had a "friend" he wanted to introduce me to. At first, I was very excited. I also wanted more — new experiences with men and women.

Then I met the woman he wanted us to have a threesome with. Her name was Julia. I didn't like her at all. She wasn't after new experiences or intense pleasure like I was. She wasn't Max's "friend" either. She was an escort and was just having sex for the money.

Still, post-session, once Max had left my place, Julia stuck around and she and I ended up deciding we would team up to work together. Soon, we were selling more threesome sessions to her other clients. We made a lot of money together.

I was finally getting more. I was having more fun, making more money, and having a ton of sex.

I was still seeing Max as a client on my own without Julia as well. However, I soon learned he was seeing a lot of other escorts, too. Julia was the one who told me how many other women Max paid for sex.

"He has so many different escorts he meets up with," Julia said. "He's shown me his list on his phone."

I wasn't enough for him. Neither was Julia. Max needed more.

I couldn't judge him. Julia and I were working a lot, seeing a ton of men for paid sex. But I also didn't have a man at home I was hiding parts of my life from. I didn't broadcast my perfect life to everyone, pretending it was sterling. My life was broken.

But at least, I was living my truth.

Max wasn't. He only had a life that looked flawless on the outside, but he was really living a lie.

Max started putting down my life.
Maybe because Max felt so familiar with me as we'd done so many sessions together, he started asking me more questions about my life. As I shared my own "less than perfect" life story, especially the tale of the end of my marriage, Max said how sorry he felt for me.

I was divorced. How depressing that must be! My marriage had failed! I must feel terrible about that.

It struck me: Max felt like he was better than me. He was still married. He would never leave his wife. He loved her so much! They were so happy together!

He had recently bought her a new diamond ring and they were going to Europe that summer. He loved spoiling his wife — and he said all this while in bed with me. It started to get on my nerves.

He kept asking me if I planned to get married again. I must be trying hard to find another husband.

But why would I get married again? I was playing the field, working as an escort.

Besides this, I didn't feel like my situation was "sad." I hadn't been satisfied in my marriage, so I left it. Were there consequences to that? Yes.

Now I was divorced. In the suburban community I lived in, that made me an outsider. That feeling was only exacerbated by the fact I was a sex worker.

No wonder Max felt being married was better. He could project the image of perfection and no one questioned it.

But at least I was honest about my life. I wasn't pretending I was something I wasn't.

I was okay with not being perfect.

Max wasn't.

There came a point when I could no longer give Max the rush of newness he desired.
By and by, Max started calling me less. I realized he was bored with me. I could no longer give him the exciting new spark he was after. As a man who had "everything," that was very important to him. He wanted novelty. He wanted more than he had.

He already "had" me. I was old hat. Finally, I stopped hearing from him altogether. He went his own way and I went mine. He had other "newer" women to have sex with.

As humans, are we ever satisfied with what we have?
Maybe it's human nature to constantly want more than we have. It's human nature to want "everything." But is that even possible?

We have to make choices in life. I think this is one of the problems in our society: we want to have everything without any consequences. But that's not living in the real world.

There's always a trade-off. If we want one reality, we can't have another. We have to give up something, by default.

For example, if we're in a monogamous relationship, we have to be satisfied with the partner we have, flaws and all. That's the definition of monogamy: a contract to have sex with just one partner. We can't cheat.

The alternative is to open the marriage. But then you have to be okay with certain things.

Were Max to have been honest with his wife and they decided to have an open marriage, he'd have to allow her to have other men, too. He may not have been okay with that. And if she wasn't on board with having that open marriage, they'd have to divorce.

There would be consequences in Max's life. His social status in his particular world would decrease. But at least he wouldn't be lying to the world about who he was anymore.

But no — Max didn't want to be honest. He wanted the perfect marriage but with loopholes. But to have that, he had to maintain a secret closet full of skeletons. Worse, he wasn't free. He was trapped in a web of lies.

And maybe even worse, he was stuck in a hamster wheel of always wanting more. What he had was never enough. What do we have to do to gain freedom from this? Make choices. Otherwise, you're just pretending. You're pretending to have everything when you actually don't.

Such is the case of the happily married man who seems to have it all.

Does he? The simple answer is no.

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