The Delicious Thrill of a Threesome
Chronicle of an Open Marriage #24
After one potential lover pulled the plug at the last minute, another ghosted me and a third delivered a frenzied, unsatisfactory f*ck, I started to wonder whether polyamory was for me. Maybe I should quash my newly-minted Salacious Little Slut (whom I adore and admire) and just go back to being a long-term wife who’s not much interested in sex?
I never considered reining in my husband. Hubs getting sex outside the marriage has been a tremendous boon for us both. As far as I can tell, it’s solved our central conflict, which centered on Hubs’ feeling that he wasn’t getting enough attention from me. Now that he gets attention from other people, the pressure is off. I can do as I please without worrying that I’m neglecting him or that my gallivanting about town will put him in a bad mood. But what pleases me? Do I really need or want outside sex? Do I even care?
That was the mood I was in when Hubs suggested (again) that we have a three-way with his favorite lover. But this time, I agreed. Why not? I thought. At least this man has been vetted. Hubs likes him and praises his lovemaking. Maybe I should give him a try before throwing in the polyamory towel?
We started by texting. I’d heard that he used to play with a couple in another state, so after introducing myself, I asked him to tell me how that threesome worked. I was perplexed by the logistics. What would go where? Who would fondle whom, and when? Could he describe a scene for me? What would happen after he arrived at their apartment? The lover — let’s call him Captain since he’s retired from the military— answered with enthusiasm.
It was quite awesome. We would go out to dinner sometimes and then go back to their place, maybe have a drink and relax. Then I would start paying attention to her — complimenting her, caressing her, flirting with her. And her husband would start to participate as well. We would move to the bedroom slowly undressing each other. I enjoy kissing and so did she. As we undressed both myself and her husband would do all we could to give her pleasure both orally and by touch. It was wonderful foreplay and would get everybody excited.
Her husband was not very well endowed and he was sort of bisexual, meaning he would suck on me and let me suck him but that was about the extent of it. We both spent as much time as we could giving his wife pleasure. If he was able he would f*ck her. She was always eager to take me. While he would be f*cking her, she would be sucking on me or I would be kissing her breasts or sweet lips.
We had some extremely pleasurable times together, spending 2–3–4 hours together. A couple of times we spent the night together. A couple of times she would climb on top of me and ride me and I could play with her breasts. We could kiss as her husband fondled my balls or stroked her pussy from behind.
I loved his answer for many reasons. The first was that he answered the question. It’s surprising how many people don’t do that, especially on dating apps. People have their spiel that they’re determined to deliver regardless of what the other person in the conversation is saying. It’s like they’re performing a monologue on stage.
The second was that he answered it thoroughly. He wasn’t shy about providing specific details. That’s another surprising aspect of communicating via dating apps. People who supposedly are looking for hookups can be squeamish when it comes to talking about sex. In my mind, that doesn’t bode well for the bedroom. If sex is embarrassing to talk about, it’s probably embarrassing to perform, too. For some people, sex isn’t something they enjoy so much as feel compelled to pursue.
(Sometimes I wonder if Hubs is one of those people since he uses words like “dirty” and “used” as if they are stimulating. “I’m not dirty and I’m not being used,” I told him later that night, after the threesome. “I’m a sexual goddess and you are in my power — as are all men. I draw you to me when I want to consume you. You are under my spell…”)
Then there was the content. Both men did all they could to give the woman pleasure? That meant that I would be the center of attention. What’s not to like about that?
After we texted back and forth for a bit I said I was considering the threesome that he and Hubs had been proposing but wasn’t ready to commit. He suggested we meet in person at a coffee shop. No pressure, he assured, just time to get to know each other.
Up until then, I’d been focusing on the younger men on the app because they looked so handsome and delicious. But Captain was close to my age. Hubs provided a picture of his face. We met at a coffee shop in my neighborhood and talked about our lives. He was divorced, had one child across the country, was retired from the armed forces, and worked in healthcare. He steered the conversation towards sex now and then, and glanced at my figure, but not in a way that creeped me out or felt aggressive or intrusive. I liked his looks and his approach. After coffee, he walked me back to my apartment building, and when we were standing out front, I considered inviting him in, but I didn’t feel ready. I wanted to see if he would deliver on his promise of “no pressure.” And he did! We embraced and he left.
Once I got inside, though, Hubs didn’t mind applying the pressure. Where is he? Why didn’t you bring him in? Hubs wanted to know. He was ready for action. He started texting Captain and found he was still in the neighborhood, walking around and taking in the sights. But I don’t like feeling pressured and didn’t respond to it. So it wasn’t until about thirty minutes later that I changed my mind.
Hubs says you’re still in the neighborhood. If you are, why don’t you come back to the apartment? I texted. If not, no problem. We can hook up another time.
By then, Captain was on his way home across town. But he suggested he come back that evening and asked what I liked to drink. Unlike the young man I had my first outside sex with in 40 years, Captain delivered. When he came back at 5 pm, he brought two bottles of champagne.
How the threesome unfolded
Both Hubs and I were excited about Captain coming to the apartment. We showered, and I put on one of the pieces of lingerie I had purchased recently, expecting to wear them during my video chats with Hungry Man. I put on a black teddy with satiny straps and an oversized tee shirt that fell off my shoulders and let the straps peek out. When the buzzer rang, Hubs suggested I be the one to go down and let Captain in.
He complimented me right away, saying how much he liked what I was wearing. That made me blush and juice up as I was leading him up the stairs. I remembered that he’d mentioned complimenting the woman in his previous threesome, too. He was adept in the art of seduction.
When we got inside, we opened a bottle together in the kitchen and poured out the champagne, then went to sit down in the living room. At first, it seemed we’d be on three different pieces of furniture, but Hubs suggested we all sit together on one couch, with me in the middle. Both men turned their attention to me right away, and that’s how it continued for most of the night.
Before coming over, Captain had texted to ask if I enjoyed kissing and I responded that yes, I liked to be kissed all over my body, but particularly on my neck. So it was delightful and exhilarating when he leaned toward me and asked if he could kiss me, then pulled my hair aside, and kissed me there.
It’s surprising to me how much sexual power is generated simply by being listened to. In that moment, I felt honored and respected, and desired all at the same time. I knew Captain wasn’t there for his pleasure only. He wanted to please me, and he was wise enough to pay attention when I told him how.
Both men touched me, kissed me, whispered to me, and stroked my skin and hair. First one then the other took off his shirt, so I did, too. That revealed my beautiful black teddy, which was sheer and strappy and made me feel super sexy. Once the pants came off, we moved into the bedroom.
Throughout the evening, I worried about how Hubs would take the experience of seeing me f*ck another man, but whenever we looked at each other, he gave me a big smile. He told me later that he found seeing me getting laid to be glorious. As for me, having Hubs included in the experience added an element of safety and sweetness. I felt known and protected and also wild and free. It felt like I could have my cake and eat it too.
The other side of that coin was my own reaction to seeing Hubs enjoy another person in bed. I was worried beforehand about how that would affect me. How would I respond to seeing Hubs give or receive oral or anal sex with a man? But again, I was happily surprised. As it turned out, there was nothing to worry about. It was lovely to see both men enjoying each other and felt good to be included in their delight.
Captain and I learned a new word that night: fluffer. According to Hubs, on porn sets, when the leading man needs to get an erection for a scene, they call in a “fluffer” to give him a blow job and get him ready for action. Hubs acted as our fluffer that night, getting Captain ready over and over again to put his cock inside me. I wasn’t counting, but according to Hubs, Captain took me FIVE times that night! That wouldn’t have been possible without all the good fluffing.
Besides the hard pounding, part of the excitement for me was the tender kissing. Despite my spanking fetish, I like feeling cared for as well as desired. So I got a little of everything that night: safety and security, risk-taking, excitement, hard pounding, tender kissing, sweet embraces, rough tumbling, lying beneath both men and sitting atop them, watching them make love and enjoying being watched.
Hubs and I marveled afterward about how much better the threesome had been than we expected it to be.
Still later, after a few more nights of three-way revelry, we encountered some emotional problems. But that’s another story for another time. For now, let’s sign off by praising our good Captain. He’s a skillful and exciting coxswain, who delivered a delicious thrill to us both.
I’m thinking I’ll stick with polyamory after all.
What happened next? Read Chronicle of an Open Marriage #25. Find all of my stories about opening our marriage on the list below, or about sex in general on this one. Get an email whenever I publish. And have an exciting day.
