Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents
After getting many replies to my ad from ladies (and men) and sifting through profiles I believed would be suited to my needs, it was refreshing to finally find The Third. For the sake of future blogs, I will refer to her as Eve. I say “The Third” meaning we were sexually compatible with what we wanted to get from a threesome and what she was willing to do in order to participate in one with me and Ryan. But she wasn’t always.
Eve e-mailed me from a dating site with a beautiful picture and a one line description of herself. I replied back and let her know that I thought she was cute and asked exactly what she was looking for. She again wrote back with a one line answer. I decided that although she was cute, I needed someone that would talk more. I wrote her back and let her know that I was afraid that she wouldn’t work out and that I appreciated her at least contacting me. She wrote back apologizing and let me know she was in an open relationship and was simply looking for another girl to talk with. At that point, I let her know that we probably wouldn’t be more than text buddies because I am not looking to have any experiences without my husband. In fact, in one night of e-mails, I told her twice that we probably wouldn’t go beyond being text buddies. We both agreed that being text buddies could be fun so we exchanged numbers.
The next day, I texted her, and within the first few texts I made the gross assumption that she was boring. I talk a lot on text so I understand that people have to read between the lines and choose certain words to get an idea across to the receiver. I wasn’t used to her one liners and lack of exclamation marks, so for me, she came across as emotionless and unenthused to talk to me. I came very close to losing interest in her because of this misunderstanding. The good thing was, she was actually normal. Maybe because of all the previous “characters” I had dealt with, I just wasn’t expecting to talk with someone who didn’t give me any real reasons to quit talking.
Prior to sending more photos I told her that I would need to do a voice confirmation to make sure I wasn’t dealing with another “Pat The Squirter.” When I called her that night, we spoke casually. She seemed to be a better communicator when she was face-to-face with someone, or rather voice-to-voice. Although she sounded extremely sexy, I still joked a lot about us being strictly text buddies. I wanted her to understand that if she was serious about not wanting to be with a couple, then she and I could only be friends, which was fine with me. She came off as a sweet person and I would definitely be okay with being her friend.
After we hung up, I was feeling a bit more frisky and sent her a panty shot with my hand beneath crotch. She immediately called back. I assume to ensure I meant to send her the picture. I said I did, of course. She was very easygoing, which was a good indicator as to how good we would get along as friends. I mean, I’m not the best breeze-shooter in the world, but if someone can find the right cues to keep me talking and hold a conversation with me (and vice-versa), then all the better. This is one factor I would consider in deeming a person as someone I like being around. As we talked, we realized we lived very close to each other, which at the time I wasn’t sure was good or bad. Her phone call to me was apparently her own double confirmation because after the second phone call, she sent me a few nude pictures of herself. That night we went back and forth talking and sending racy pictures to each other via text.
All that week, we’d been sending pictures to each other and texting. That Friday night, Ryan and I were outside grilling. I decided to text her: “You’re so hot, I could just kiss you.” She answered, “Oh yea? I’ll come over.” This would be the first time I’d ever met a female with the intentions of doing anything bisexual. Not just a threesome, but the first woman I’d look at in a sexual way.
I replied back, “I’m waiting.”
A few minutes later, her car was pulling up our driveway. This was the first time she’d been to our house, so as she pulled up, Ryan went inside to get a plate for the BBQ. He wanted to give us a bit of privacy. At the time, Ryan was still an outsider and the “kiss” talk was more of text buddies crossing the line. When I saw her, I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “How are you?” I asked. She said she was fine. I said, “Turn around and let me look at you. Oh yea, this is the same butt in the selfies you sent me.” Looking back on that, it was more aggressive than I usually was am and definitely out of my personality. I’m glad I did it though. Because if there’s one thing I learned about getting back into the “dating” scene, pussy doesn’t just fall into your lap. I have to make moves. We talked outside for about an hour that night getting to know each other. When it was time for her to leave, she asked for a hug, but also asked Ryan to look away. It was an unusual request, especially because I know Ryan doesn’t get off on seeing me hug a female. I do that all the time. Perhaps she didn’t realize that we’ve been married a long time and that he doesn’t react to a friendly hug the way a virgin boy might. Either way, Ryan gave us a moment of privacy. When Ryan came back, I immediately hugged her again with him looking.
The following week, she and I continued to text, talking mainly about me wanting her to be my first kiss. I invited her over again. And being the planner and thinker I am, I let her know that I liked her and was looking forward to eventually kissing her.
We had meaningful talks (all three of us) in the beginning to establish our comfort levels and our (my and Ryan’s) goals. Our moves leading up to the first kiss were very methodical, so much so that to others could become impatient with our process. She was the perfect “first step” for me – perfect first kiss, perfect first woman I’ve tasted, perfect threesome experience. From an outsider’s point of view, I can easily see how our approach to the events leading to a threesome can be arduous, but not once have I ever said, “If I could go back, I would change how I did this.” We’ve been warned about the myriad downfalls to threesomes: “Venice will want to have a male-female-male threesome eventually,” or “Venice will regret having you experience another woman,” or “Ryan, you’re going to want more,” or “You’re both way in over your heads.” I think we moved so slow and carefully that we had so much time to process each step we took, so there was little room for mistakes or regret. And in the end, I can say with great pride that things couldn’t have gone better.
We’ve said numerous times that finding a partner for a possible threesome isn’t an easy task, but truthfully, if we were a bit more courageous, it wouldn’t have been that difficult. Yes, it takes patience, but who would want to rush in and make that type of mistake anyway?
Venice and I were getting ready for bed when I heard her say, “Do not turn around, get up slowly and move away from the bed.” When she said that, I knew I was under attack. I calmly got up and moved a step away from the bed. I then turned around and saw the largest wolf spider I have ever seen laying on my side of bed getting ready to go to sleep. Honestly, he may have had on pajamas but I was in shock and I really can’t remember what he was wearing. Maybe he read our threesome memoirs, but I am sorry spider, it’s not THAT type of party.
Not everyone can be straightforward. Not everyone can hide behind the anonymity of emails and texts. Sometimes their shyness is apparent in their language and how they project themselves in how they communicate. I’m not mad at them. Sometimes I can lack in the aggression department, and sometimes I feel I’ve said things that were out of my real life personality.
Second, I understand that you’re shy and some of it may be fear of rejection by others who see your picture. But there is one thing I can promise you: there will be more people who will compliment you than there will be who put you down. When it happens to me, I take it in stride and remember that the only person who should be concerned about my pictures is my husband. After posting my first picture, I realized quickly that there were women out there who were just like us: we choose to remain anonymous while showing off our most intimate parts of our body. I was very skeptical and cringed at the possibility of being made fun of for wanting to be sexy. But when I saw that Twitter was full of normal, average women like myself who loved being amateur, anonymous exhibitionists, it became fun. I learned to use Twitter and other social media platforms as a way to show my husband that although there were people who liked seeing my pictures, he was the only to get it in the flesh.