"My Greatest Sex Was Having A Deluxe Threesome with My Hubby."

She schedules sex date to Netherlands so they may have a no-strings threesome after boy proposes to girl, boy marries girl.

On a Sunday night at 9:30 p.m., my husband Rob* and I are asleep in a Netherlands hotel room. I'm wearing a see-through lace blouse, schoolgirl miniskirt and knee socks. He's wearing pants and a shirt. We both have our worried eyes glued to the clock. Trila, the upscale escort we found online, will show up at any moment.

I never once imagined myself to be a sexual traveller, much less the sort that works with her spouse to hire prostitutes. In my early twenties, I had a bit of a wild side, but by the time Rob and I met, I had put my wild oats to rest. We have fantastic sex when we're just the two of us, so I haven't missed my bisexual past of threesomes and more-somes with Rob.

But after a party one night, we wound up in the champagne area of a strip club, where things quickly became really filthy. We determined that we want more.

I simply don't want to have sex with another man because the majority of the "women" on adult dating sites are actually couples. We won't make any concessions in our pursuit of a steamy, no-obligation rendezvous with a seductive woman. Yet it doesn't take long for us to realise why single women looking for married partners are dubbed unicorns: they are quite rare.

We reason that because people outsource everything from pet care to pedicures, why not our sexual lives? We choose Amsterdam because it has regulations against prostitution and gives sex workers more rights than they would elsewhere.

After perusing hundreds of NSFW websites, we come across Trila, an independent escort and porn actress who professes to love the 'company of attractive gentlemen, Epicurean couples, and ladies, to have moments of complicity'.

Furthermore, she bills a two-hour fee of 1,000 euros. But hey, this is something we'll just do once, right?

We schedule a meeting and discuss the specifics (time, attire, and Trila's attire: schoolgirl, please) over email. Then, just before we go, the unthinkable occurs: we discover a unicorn. I receive a message from Jess, an old FWB from my wild-child days, and I tell her about our mission over a glass of wine.

The next thing I know, she is at my house for supper, and suffice it to say that Rob's renowned linguine is not the only dish consumed that evening.

We frequently do threesomes with Jess, but we choose to keep our appointment with Trila. You understand, for science.

So here we are, a few days later, with Trila at our hotel in Amsterdam.

She rushes past Rob to me and exclaims, "You're lovely!" (and earning instant brownie points). She's beautiful: tall and thin with glittering green eyes and cheekbones that could cut ice. She takes off her coat to expose a skirt similar to mine and a scanty top embracing false breasts that defy gravity by hanging from a palm tree like ripe coconuts.

She sends Rob to get dressed after discretely pocketing the stack of notes on the table. She then looks at me.

"What are your boundaries for tonight?" she says in a Slavic accent. Is there anything that would uncomfortably disturb you?

Naturally, Rob and I have discussed this. We don't have to do this, he informed me after I mentioned the times I had felt envious during previous threesomes. It's only a dream. Your emotions are more significant.

I feel confident telling Trila anything goes because I know Rob would always put my heart before his cock. She dumps her backpack onto the bed as Rob enters the room, nude and a bit shy. She dumps her backpack onto the bed as Rob enters the room, nude and a bit shy.

1. A dozen vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, a syringe (!) of lubrication, a leather harness with two sizes of strap-on, and even a fluffy foxtail seem like they are all from Ann Summers. It turns out that the foxtail connects to a butt plug. She works it in and lubes it up before pranceing around in six-inch stilettos while purring and grooming. We are inspired.

The following two hours are like seeing Trila direct and star in a pornographic film. While manoeuvring us into almost impossible postures and bringing out toy after toy, she never loses her naughty-schoolgirl persona.

As she takes a picture of Rob and Myself at the same moment, we high-five like freshmen (me with her strap-on, he with his cock – condom-clad, of course). I'm being double-teamed in that case. She nestles a vibe on my clit while I'm riding her. I realise I should probably come after more than an hour, but I'm too aroused. That feels more like a show to me than a pleasurable experience.

I begin to understand that this distinguishes commercial sex from illicit sex. When we're with Jess, it's all about what the three of us feel comfortable doing. Jess's ignition turns me on. Although it's not particularly cinematic, the way she smells, feels, and sounds is what truly makes me lose it. Trila also groans and writhes, but she isn't with us, so I can't get her to come (trust me, I try). It's her work, thus she's here.

Her joy is artificial, just like her excitement and imaginative ideas. Although being with her is outrageous and a lot of fun, there isn't the same level of intimacy that makes sex seem really sexual. At some point, I reach my climax by vibrating myself with one of Trila's vibrators as Rob f*cks her. We eventually pass out on the bed and chat for a bit before she gathers her tools and departs.

Rob and I later go outside as well. There's usually something going on in Amsterdam, even on a calm winter night, and I want to locate a keepsake for Jess before we go.