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Our First Threesome Experience

byOfWhatsToBe©

I'm not sure where to begin.

I'll start by openly admitting that, like any story, this one has two sides. Three sides, really -- mine, my wife's, and the "other woman's". My wife and I have written the text below in our own words. We're sharing our sides of this story. I'm "Ethan," the husband. My wife is "Michelle." Our names are over the sections we've written.

That being said, I'm still not sure where to begin.

Here are some important things to know about me: I'm in my 30's, but people are always mistaking me for being in my 20's. I keep in shape and I have a cheerful disposition, which most people associate with being young. I'm living the best life I can imagine and am married to the woman of my dreams.

Of course, things haven't always been this way. Most of my life has seemed mindlessly routine and limited. I grew up working hard, avoiding trouble, and doing what was expected of me. I was awkward and shy as a teenager (who wasn't?) but sort of came into my own in my late teens. I had girlfriends, but for as long as I've been aware of sexuality, I had felt repressed -- as if I had to censor what I was really feeling or wanting.

I had a longtime girlfriend in high school, and shortly before we would probably have become sexually active, my older brother got his own girlfriend pregnant. I saw how that became a wrecking ball through his life, so out of fear of impregnating somebody and wrecking my own life, I refused to have sex with my girlfriend. It kind of bewildered her, but I learned to give great oral sex and so she seldom pushed the issue. That how it went with all my girlfriends through my teens and into my 20's: when they wanted me, I exhausted them with my tongue.

I didn't actually have intercourse until I was 22, and then to a girl I ended up marrying. We didn't have a healthy sex life, and when we divorced seven years later, I became determined to live the life -- and the SEX life - of my dreams.

I didn't expect to find the woman of my dreams so quickly. I thought I'd have a bunch of girlfriends - get a lot of steam out of my system - before getting "serious" and settling back down with somebody. But when I met Michelle, realized what an amazing person she was and how much she had to share, trading a future of brief relationships for a committed relationship with her was a no-brainer.

It's cliché but true: Michelle is the woman of my dreams. She's intelligent, inquisitive, funny, sweet, beautiful, and eager to please. Sexually, she's very appreciative of my oral skills and we've enjoyed exploring new sexual experiences together. First it was oral sex, then toys, then porn, then everything from fun with our video camera, to visiting a strip club, to having a college girl take pictures of us going at it.

Everything a guy could want in a sex life, right? Well... it's hard to explain exactly why, but I found myself craving more. More experiences, more interactions. We began talking about experimenting with a threesome.

Michelle:

"Whatcha thinking about?" I asked my husband as we walked our dog through the woods in the local park. He glanced over at me with a familiar look in his eye. I ask him this question quite often, and his answer almost always has something to do with sex. I smiled at him, inviting him to share.

"Oh, threesomes," he said somewhat wistfully.

"Hmmm..." I replied. I felt a tingle of anxiety in my solar plexus. Threesomes were a common theme in our bedroom fantasies, and I was comfortable acting them out in pretense. Having a real threesome, however, was definitely outside of my comfort zone. I had experienced two threesomes in my life, neither of which turned out well. The first one led to the breakdown of a friendship and the second to the dissolution of a marriage. There was also the issue of whom we would invite into our bed and how we would find her—wouldn't it be painfully awkward? The threesomes I had been involved in before had been helped along by large quantities of alcohol and/or other recreational drugs, and neither my husband nor I now indulged in any of these substances. The thought of being fully present, in my right mind, having sex with my husband and another woman, made me grimace and squirm.

On the other hand, I knew that Ethan had never experienced any of this, and that the fantasy of being with two women at the same time was a constant attraction for him. He was always talking about how we were not going to be young and beautiful forever; how he wanted to be sexually adventurous while he had the chance. I felt that it was only fair for him to have the chance to explore the awkwardness for himself. He had been much less sexually adventurous during his teens and twenties, so of course he felt like having spicy sexual liaisons now that he was in a stable and committed relationship.

There was also the issue of the difference in our libidos. In general, frequent sex was much more necessary to Ethan's well-being than it seemed to be for my own. Even if we didn't always have intercourse, I tried to keep our bedroom life exciting and satisfying for him by acting out fantasies, dressing up in special outfits, and studying up on new techniques. This was a fun and exciting way for us to connect and had definitely given my sex drive a boost. I even found that pretending there was another person—man or woman—in the room with us was a big turn-on for me, getting me aroused when I would otherwise have been somewhat diffident. We had gone so far as to discuss ordering a realistic sex doll from the internet in order to make things more authentic. Perhaps it was time to take the plunge and try out the real real thing.

"Okay, let's do it," I said suddenly. Ethan, startled out of his daydream, tripped over a split in the asphalt path and stopped walking. He turned to face me.

"Ummm, really?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes, really. I really think we should have a threesome. We've been talking about it for over a year and we both seem to have a genuine attraction to the idea of it. I think we should find somebody and see what it's all about. I think you're right—we're only young once—and I also think that we have an incredibly strong and stable bond. I think we can handle it. I think it might even be good for us. And if it isn't good, I think we can handle that, too." Although I was being truthful, I sounded much more confident than I actually felt.

Ethan immediately began to search for another sex partner for us. We both agreed that it should be a woman between the ages of twenty and forty—someone sexually experienced, confident, mature, and at least moderately attractive. He placed ads on an erotic message board as well as on Craigslist and got down to the difficult work of sorting through the respondents. I found out later that this was a tedious and frustrating job, often involving many emails back and forth with various people who ended up being too sketchy, too eager, too socially awkward, or too busy to be a good fit for us. Weren't there any normal people, people like us, who wanted to have threesomes with other normal people? A year passed, and though we talked about the prospects every so often, we never got close to finding a lady who seemed to fit the bill. This was not distressing for me until I found out how frustrated Ethan was feeling about the whole thing. He had been spending hours of his free time searching the internet for a third person, and here I had been just blithely going along as if this issue wasn't that important. I made halfhearted attempts to get involved, but the whole thing just wasn't as fascinating for me as it was for him. Searching Craigslist for sex partners was at times hilarious, but I would much rather be spending my time in the kitchen concocting new gluten-free desserts. I felt vaguely guilty about this lack of interest in something that was obviously so important to my best friend and darling husband, but not guilty enough to spur any action on my part. And so time passed. Ethan searched. I baked.

It was April when Ethan said to me, "I think I found someone." His tone was casual and I figured it was another of the many prospects that would turn out to be a dud.

"Okay, tell me about her," I responded.

"Well, she's young—only 21. She seems nice. We've exchanged a couple of emails and she has agreed to meet us in a public place." Ethan kept his voice calm, but I could tell that he was pretty excited about her.

"Wow," I said, starting to feel a little nervous. I read through their correspondence and agreed that she seemed nice. I had the feeling that she was somewhat naïve and a bit shy. I wondered why she wanted to have a threesome with a married couple in their thirties. She said she was mostly interested in watching, but was open to whatever the situation offered. She really did seem to be a good fit from her emails.

"Want to get together with her on Saturday?" Ethan was at the computer, poised to reply to her message.

"Ummm..." Thoughts were racing through my head. What if Ethan liked her better? What if she was prettier, sexier, nicer? What if this was the beginning of the end of our marriage? I felt a flutter of fear in my chest—should I say no? I knew that Ethan would accept and support whatever I decided, though he would feel disappointed. I pictured the disappointment continuing through the years to come, Ethan always wondering what it would have been like to be intimate with another woman. I knew in my heart that there was no point in basing any decision on fear and jealousy. There was a glimmer of understanding that I needed to explore this situation with Ethan now in order to get to know him better. I had the feeling that if I let go of the desire to have him all to myself, then I would actually be able to connect with him more fully.

"Yes!" I said definitively.

Ethan grinned at me. "I love you so much," he said, and then, "Will you help me write the reply?"

"Sure." Together we wrote a short note, and then there were only three days left until we would meet her.

During those three days, we talked several times about how it would be. We were supposed to meet her on the bike path next to the river and then go out to lunch together at a pub nearby. I kept coming back to the awkwardness—wasn't it going to be unbearably weird to meet this stranger with the intention of bringing her home to our bedroom? What if we had nothing to talk about? Ethan seemed excited and nervous. He kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this. Yes, I said, yes, and yes. I wanted to do it and see what it was like. Secretly, part of me wanted to do it and get it over with. Part of me didn't really believe that it was going to happen. And yet another part of me felt that this was my destiny. I had started a daily practice of meditation about a year prior to this and I was listening to a lot of meditation instruction on CDs from the library. One thing I had heard over and over was the importance of being present in each moment and accepting everything that arises in that moment. Here was another moment, another opportunity to be present. Perhaps it would be difficult and filled with strong emotions—all the better. It is good practice to stay present during tough times, right?

On our way to the meeting place, there was a long line of traffic waiting to go over the bridge. Ethan was nervous because we were going to be late. I felt as if I was in another reality. It was an absolutely gorgeous day—almost too perfect to be real. I felt truly, amazingly alive, humming with energy. I was focusing on my breath and noticing the electric feeling of my body and mind. I felt concerned that Ethan was so nervous and I hoped that things would go the way he wanted. Strange thoughts were racing through my head—what if I am dreaming? What if none of this is real?

We arrived at the meeting spot only 10 minutes after we said we would and still within the agreed upon time parameters. There were many people out enjoying the beautiful weather.

Ethan:

"Is that her?" Michelle said, as an elderly woman shuffled past us. We both laughed: quiet, nervous laughter. It occurred to me how very little we knew about the woman we had corresponded with through Literotica.com, and who were scheduled to meet that day. She had described herself in one of her e-mails, but I could only remember something about having green eyes, looking "not hideous," and being 20-something.

Michelle:

I looked from the river, to the bridge above, to my husband's handsome face. I silently wished for him to be happy. He kept looking around, checking out the people going by, looking to see if one of them was her. He put his arms around me and told me that he loved me. I knew with my whole heart that he did. In that instant I felt that I truly let go of my selfishness about him. At that moment, I only wanted what was best for him. I felt that even if he did like the other girl better than me, even if he did decide to leave me for her, that was okay. I wouldn't want him to stay if he was in love with someone else. Strangely, this event within my mind and heart, this abandonment of possessiveness, caused me to love him more deeply than ever. Caring for him and caring for myself merged into a kind of aching, a feeling which was overwhelmingly beautiful and sad. I looked up at him and saw that he was looking at me with an expression of concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Oh, yes." I replied with a smile. "I'm enjoying being here with you."

"Me, too." he said. "It is getting pretty late, though. I wonder if she's coming after all."

Ethan:

As the minutes slipped by and the water flowed past, my mind filled the void with what-ifs: What if we were totally unattracted to this woman? What if she wasn't attracted to us? What if she wasn't anything like the thoughtful, intelligent person she seemed via e-mail? What if this whole thing was just a bad idea? Would I someday look back at this moment and think, "If only I had called it all off right then...?"

Michelle:

It was 40 minutes after our scheduled arrival time, and 10 minutes later than the latest she said she would arrive. I felt oddly unconcerned, as if I knew she was coming, but it didn't really matter whether she made it here or not.

"Maybe she was stuck in traffic like us." I said. At this point, I was looking forward to meeting her. I mentally asked the Universe what this was supposed to teach us. Was she coming, or not? I told myself to wait and see.

Ethan:

Time passed. Kids came and went on their bikes. Joggers huffed by. My heart steadily sank over the next fifteen minutes as the situation became clear: Stood up! As that realization settled in my mind, and just as I was wondering if she would even e-mail a reason or an apology, a figure appeared beside us. Michelle and I both looked over.

"Hi," she said.

From that moment on, nothing was as I expected. Or feared.

Michelle:

"Hi," she said, smiling nervously. "Are you..."

Her voice trailed off and I realized that none of us knew anyone's names. The email communication had been deliberately bereft of any personal information.

"Hi there, I'm Michelle." I smiled and shook her hand.

"And I'm Ethan." He stuck out his hand, too.

"I'm Katie," she said shyly.

We stood for an awkward minute and then I said, "Would you like to go for a walk?"

As we walked, we talked somewhat noncommittally about the weather and what we like to do in our free time. It was a strange way to get to know someone, because there seemed to be an unwritten code that was preventing us from sharing any details about where we lived and worked. Since our homes and our jobs were most of what occupied us on a daily basis, it soon became clear that we were going to have to let go of these restrictions. I walked between Ethan and Katie, feeling as though I was by far the least nervous of the three of us.

Ethan:

Inwardly, beyond relief at having not been stood up, I was bizarrely startled by the realness of her. There she was, a person standing right there, who we were looking at and talking to. She wasn't this thing in my mind, this e-mail shadow, some jerk playing a prank on us, or another brave-on-e-mail-but-too-shy-to-meet internet phantom. She was right there with us, also looking for something that was missing in her life, and I was surprised by how comforting that was. Michelle and I weren't alone in this search!

I looked at her as we chatted. She was cute -- definitely cute. Her eyes were green and she had a tiny button nose. She seemed like the type of woman who dresses very conservatively and who would turn a lot of heads if she didn't.

Michelle:

I had the feeling that I was building a bridge between us, trying to find some common ground. It is true that things felt awkward, but I did feel as though there was some real communication happening. Katie was sweet, pretty, interesting and intelligent. Again I wondered why she wanted to have a threesome with us. We passed the herring run, commented on the birds, talked about the people on the path. Finally, it seemed silly to keep avoiding the subject of why we were all here together.

"So, how do you feel about...this...now that you've talked to us in person a bit?" Ethan said haltingly.

"Um, I feel fine." Katie said quickly, nodding and smiling.

"Really?" I said, wanting her to have every opportunity to back out. She seemed very nervous.

"Yes, definitely," she replied. "You guys seem really nice. I'll give it a try."

"That's great!" Ethan grinned. "Want to get some lunch with us and we can talk about the details?"

She followed us to the restaurant. On the way there, Ethan and I agreed that she seemed perfect. She was at least as normal as we were. Her nervousness was totally understandable. Over burgers and sweet potato fries, we invited her to our house. Although it was a risk to show her where we lived, it seemed like the best, most comfortable environment for sexual exploration. She agreed to come over sometime soon, but she couldn't really commit to a date because her work schedule was demanding and constantly in flux. She held several jobs and was always on call.

Ethan:

"So what do you think?" I asked. I meant, "So, what do you think about this whole thing? What do you think about us?" I asked in hopes that she'd say something like, "I think that someday this might work out." Instead, she smiled and nodded and said, "Yes."

Katie took a call on her cell phone and, after a quick conversation, said her shift had been cancelled. There was a kind of awkward pause, and Michelle said, "Well, want to come over to our house?"

Michelle:

Then, time seemed to speed up. Katie took a call on her cell phone and when she hung up, she told us that she had an unexpected free evening—this evening. Would we like to get together tonight? Ethan looked at me questioningly, already nodding his head. The thought that this was my destiny again flitted through my head—this was an opportunity that the Universe was handing me. I had better take it while it was available.

"Yes, sure, come on over." Normally I would have spent the entire day cleaning the house, washing the sheets, and preparing food for any guest—especially an intimate guest like this. All of that went out the window, though, which felt somewhat liberating and more than a little nerve-wracking.

On the 45-minute drive back home, Ethan and I discussed what might happen that evening. I didn't want to be intimate that night—it was our first day knowing each other, after all. Perhaps some heavy petting, but I wanted to keep my clothes on. Ethan seemed agreeable to this, but said that he wanted to wait and see what happened. We both agreed that we should discuss it with Katie when we arrived.

The awkwardness intensified once we got home. We all sat around the kitchen table sipping water—the only beverage available. Katie and I broke out in occasional nervous giggles and Ethan had to take over as the director of conversation.

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