I Had a Digital Threesome and It Was Better than the Real Thing

You don’t need everyone to be in the room to have an amazing time

I can count the number of threesomes I’ve had on one hand, but it’s enough to have taught me a thing or two about good sex, bad sex, and what makes sex work.

All the ones I had were enjoyable on some level. It was exciting, risque, and novel. I got off several times. And in every case I was the one who was shared.

It helps that almost every single one of them involved my husband, which made me feel safer and more comfortable. It also meant that, no matter what, there would be at least one person there who knew exactly how to make me come.

My most recent threesome was unusual. My husband was there, yes, but our third wasn’t — not in the flesh anyway. He joined us digitally.

And even though his body was miles and miles away, he gave me the best threesome I ever had.

A Girl Never Forgets Her First (No Matter How Hard She Tries)

My first threesome was the worst I had. It wasn’t because we were all inexperienced or had trouble figuring the logistics of an MFM threeway. It’s because I did it for all the wrong reasons.

For one thing, I wasn’t really attracted to the guy we invited into our bed. He was a friend of my husband’s but he didn’t have the kind of personality I found appealing. He was kind of whiny, kind of desperate, and too clueless for my tastes.

But he was a very horny guy, and he was there.

I had two guys who were down to fuck me in the same room. If I could work up the nerve to do it, I could cross group sex off my bucket list.

So, it was more like a crime of opportunity — and unfortunately, I’m the one who ended up being the victim.

I got really liquored up and then let them put the moves on me. It was fun at first. Four hands touching me. Two mouths and tongues on my body. I discovered right away that I don’t really have the coordination to give two guys handjobs at once, but I still think I did okay.

But then things started getting weird and uncomfortable.

First, he started addressing my husband — exclusively. I’ve heard that this kind of thing happens at car dealerships but I didn’t think I had to worry about it while fucking.

He talked about me. How good I was. How good I felt. How much he liked this or that part of my body. He just didn’t bother telling me directly. I’m guessing he heard that kind of dialog in threesome porn and made the mistake of thinking it was prescriptive.

Don’t get me wrong, a little bit of that could be hot. Two guys telling each other what they love about me is great news. But too much of it and I start to feel like I’m being treated like a sex toy.

My husband tried to point out the faux pas by making a joke. He told me, “Emma, I think he forgets you’re here.” We both laughed. He didn’t. And he kept on talking as if I wasn’t even in the room.

Eventually, he started speaking to me, but it didn’t improve things.

The first thing he asked me was “Have you ever been double penetrated?” The question took me aback, not only because it was incredibly forward (and we were still in the manual sex stage of the night), but also because I didn’t actually know what that was (yes, I was letting two guys have their way with me, but I was still very green). I told him no, and I wasn’t going to start that night. Then he asked if I’d like him to fuck me. I said I wasn’t sure and that we would see how things develop.

That’s not unusual for me. I set boundaries in real time. I even do it with my husband. I’m not always okay giving head, having anal sex, or having my tits fucked — I wait until I’m in the moment to decide what’s on the menu.

Well, that wasn’t good enough for this guy. I’m happy he asked. But what wasn’t so great is that he kept asking. Again and again. I didn’t keep count of how many times he asked if he could fuck me, but I imagine it creeped up into the double digits.

Truth be told, I might have gotten into the moment and asked him to grab a condom. But because I felt like I was being pestered, all I wanted to do was get it over and done with, so I stroked him until he finished.

Needless to say, that was the last time we hooked up with him. But it didn’t make me swear off group sex. All it did was remind me that I needed to be more selective going forward.

Not All Good Friends Can Be Good Lovers

Being more selective worked out well for me. Though there was one time that it still left a sour taste in my mouth.

This time, we were joined by someone who was a dear friend of ours. We had close bonds with him. He was cool and attractive. It wasn’t something to do just to act wild or say I did it — I wanted it.

I noticed right away that the sexual dynamic with him was completely different than the friend dynamic. While he was fun in everyday life, he turned completely serious in the sack. That made me a little nervous, so I set some pretty strict boundaries. I whispered to my husband that I wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to give anyone a blowjob and I didn’t want to have penetrative sex.

I’m of the opinion that when it comes to sex, everyone should give what they want to give and take only what’s on offer. And besides, I’m kind of a pillow princess, so my husband was used to it.

They got me off, and did so several times. I worked my wrist and hand muscles for all they had pleasuring them, too. Eventually, things kind of wound down and it felt like we had reached some natural conclusion — the part where you stop pawing at each other and just cuddle.

At that point, our overly serious friend turned bitchy. He was upset because he didn’t climax. I have a history of trying to avoid awkwardness and diffusing tense atmospheres, so instead of bitching back that he was being rude and demanding, I offered to work him with my hand until he came.

He surprised me by coming on my tits without asking first, which made me feel kind of violated.

So, what started off great and promising ended in a mess (in more ways than one).

Still, I remember that threesome fondly, mostly because I look back at it with rose-tinted glasses (I remember the good stuff and omit all the awkward). We stayed good friends after that. The friendship just continued as it had before. He was even the best man at our wedding. But, needless to say, we never slept with him again.

My First Digital Threesome

Although there were a few duds along the way, my latest threesome was so damn good I really hope it’s not my last.

Now, I know that some of you will split hairs. Maybe no one will debate it out loud, but I’m sure my readers will split into two camps: one that applauds what I’m about to describe as a fine example of a threeway, and one that denies it can count as a threesome at all.

I’ve been flirting and exchanging naughty photos with a charming gentleman by the name of Rob.

Recently, I had been flirting heavily with him for a good part of the day (I’m rarely comfortable with daytime sex, but my Gmail account wouldn’t know that). That evening, we broke off for a while. He went to see a movie, I had some drinks with Mr. Austin.

Actually, I did more than just have drinks with him. After a few Rum and Cokes, Mr. Austin suggested we take some explicit photos as a surprise for Rob. So, I positioned my photo umbrella (fancy, huh?) and got on my knees to service Mr. Austin while he took some photos.

Of the 78 photos he took, I found two that were decent (in his defense, he was quite distracted) and set them aside to send Rob.

More drinks followed, more clothes came off, and we did the sorts of things married couples do when they’ve had a few too many.

While going down on me, Mr. Austin said, “Rob must be back by now. Send him the photos.” I grabbed my phone, tried to steady my hand enough to type on it, and sent him a typo-ridden email along with the two shots.

That sort of thing gets a guy’s attention. He replied almost immediately with praise, compliments, admiration. He also took note of the typos and wondered what we were doing that could make my hand so unsteady. By that point, it was missionary, I wrote back with an unsteady hand.

Rob then asked me to keep him updated on how many orgasms I was having and sent a picture of his hand stroking his erection as encouragement.

I read the email out loud to Mr. Austin. He encouraged me to write back and tell him exactly what’s on my mind without holding back. So I did. I told Rob I wish I could have his cock in my mouth while my husband fucked me.

I’ll spare everyone the details, but our exchanges only got dirtier from there (this time, I knew what double penetration was). I read each one out loud for Mr. Austin while he went to work on me.

The combination of slow, drunk fucking and dirty exchanges with a guy who has me refreshing my inbox all day was incredibly arousing and stimulating. I came hard. Harder than I had in quite some time.

And so did my husband. He finished on my stomach (with permission!) and produced more come than he ever had in his life.

The sex was absolutely incredible for both of us. And because we credit a lot of it to Rob being there along for the ride, we both consider it the best threesome we’ve ever had.

It’s Still About Connection

Group sex, at least outside of polyamorous circles, is often discussed as this purely physical thing. Romance and feelings are for couple sex; threesomes and moresomes are about getting horny with whatever warm bodies happen to be around.

But I’ve had threesomes out of opportunity and I wouldn’t exactly recommend them. Experimenting is fun, but there’s usually a limit to how much enjoyment you can have just by trying something new.

What made the threesome with Rob different and so goddamn amazing isn’t the extra set of hands touching me. It’s not having two people doubling my pleasure. It was my attraction to him and the emotional connection between us.

I wasn’t attracted to the first guy I had a threesome with. And while I did find our future best man attractive, his change in demeanor during sex killed the connection we had. The results were awkward, uncomfortable, and mostly disappointing.

I’m sure if Rob had been there in person to make our king-size bed feel small and cozy, it would have been even better. But having him at a distance really showed me what it takes for someone to be a great threesome partner: communication, chemistry, and connection.

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