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When I first met Ryan we would baby talk, and if he ever got upset he would storm off and sit in a corner and pout. It was cute, especially since we were newly married. Well, one day he was upset about something that was probably very stupid and said, “Fine then,” and went and sat in his pout corner.
I was being lazy and didn’t really want to get up and play concerned mother while I grab his sad face and lay his head on my breasts and say, “Oh, baby, it’s okay, Momma is sorry.” This was our first apartment so it was small and a bit muggy. Ryan had his shirt off and was sitting in the corner with his head down making sniffling sounds. I picked up a penny off the table and tossed it across the room at him and said, “Come on Ryan, Momma is sorry. Come here and give me a hug.” After I threw the penny, I noticed it stuck, dead center of his back. It literally stuck to his skin, right between both of his shoulder blades. I immediately began to laugh. Of course, this irritated Ryan as he couldn’t really pout and be sad with me behind him laughing so he slung his arms around from side to side like a little child, trying to scratch the penny off his back. It was impossible because it was in the exact area where his hands could not reach. The harder he tried, the more I laughed. Ryan looked like a T-Rex trying to pull a dragonfly off its back. This went on for what seemed like minutes.
Eventually he stood up and looked at me and said. “It’s not funny, I’m sad and this stupid fucking penny you threw at me is stuck to my fucking back.” He jumped up and down over and over and nothing happened. Again I laughed. He stubbornly walked over to the corner of a door and rubbed his back up and down until finally the penny dropped to the floor. He reached down and grabbed the penny, and threw it on the carpet in front of me. As he stomped past me he said, “This is going to cost you big time, I’m not going to accept your apology ever!” He then stormed to our single bedroom and slammed the door as hard as he could.
I finally got up and walked over to the door and said, “Baby, I’m sorry, what’s it going to cost me to get you to accept my apology?” I paused and listened to him shuffle around. I then added, “A penny?”
I slept on the couch that night.
Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents
In blogging with Venice over the last two years I have noticed that most readers enjoy Venice’s perspective on our sex life rather than my own. I assume this is because as men, we’ve always been very open about what we like during sex, or aren’t usually the ones with the boundaries in the bedroom.
Here’s an example of a man’s sex blog, “Things I like in the bedroom: EVERYTHING.” One blog post, one word, and retired.
However, it seems we should be better at blogging since we’ve been doing it long before there was an Internet, we just did it in locker rooms and at any other random place we could get someone to actually listen to us talk. In fact, if you want a man’s perspective on his sex life, simply walk up to him while he is sitting in the park feeding some ducks, and ask, “Do you enjoy cumming in your wife’s ass hole or her vagina the most?”
It’s that easy.
However, for these Memoirs, Venice has asked me to share my thoughts as well. For her, this is another blog project (see also: Project: 31 Days of Cum Shots; Project: Asian Bush).
Originally, the idea of Venice being bisexual seemed surreal. Does that make sense? I knew she was turned on by lesbian scenes in porn, but she’d always tell me it was only because it wasn’t something she normally saw or thought about. It wasn’t like we sat around all day watching porn or anything, but every now and then we would play a porn in the background while we were intimate and she seemed to orgasm very quickly depending on what type of porn was playing (lesbian or 2 women and a man).
I didn’t think much of it and she always seemed pretty irritated if I asked her if hooking up with another woman was something she ever wanted to try. I assume, because I am a man (please see the beginning of this article), the fact I even suggested her hooking up with another women meant I’d also be around that other woman too. This immediately made her close down and get defensive. She knew hooking up with a woman would probably turn me on just as much as it would her. She also knew it was dangerous to bring another person inside our circle. For those exact reasons, and because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, I was always hesitant to mention her sexuality and I never pushed the issue. In other words, I left it alone.
I think, talking to me about her wanting to be with another woman threatened her. At that time, there is no way she would ever be okay with a threesome. In fact, if I even said the word threesome, she may have filed for a divorce. She was very protective and she always let me know that she loved me so much because I only had eyes for her. I was proud she noticed, so I made it my mission to spend the first thirteen years of our marriage without even looking at another woman. I was totally whipped.
Anyway, I believe Venice’s bisexuality came to fruition after we talked about possibly taking a vacation on a swingers’ cruise. Why a swingers’ cruise? Let me explain. Around our vanilla friends, we felt like outsiders. Not because we wanted to swing, but because we were extremely open about our sex lives. Whether we would joke about what we did the night before, or openly kiss and make out in front of them, we felt like we didn’t belong. In our minds, swingers were open minded. Also, not all swingers swap, which is something we have both discussed in length, and neither of us want this. Soft swinging was more of playing in front of other couples, which we did already anyway, while the wives possibly playing with each other. If everyone got along and agreed, both couples could have sex in front of the other couple, without swapping. Basically, exhibitionism or voyeurism, which again, Venice and I were very much into. Also, we didn’t take many vacations and a cruise seemed fun as hell.
The idea of being totally open and being able to talk about sex freely felt good to us both. In fact, the idea of going on this cruise also led Venice into talking about how I’d feel if she made out with another wife one night. We both knew that we didn’t want to swap or anything, but Venice seemed very interested in the idea of possibly getting a bit tipsy and kissing a woman for the first time.
Although we never took that cruise, it was at this point that we both sat down and discussed our sexuality. She expressed to me that she would love to make out with another woman. She didn’t want another guy involved, but would love to see what it was like to kiss a girl. Obviously this excited me and I let her know how I felt. During this conversation, Venice openly told me she felt bisexual. Although I thought this meant she was lesbian, she let me know that she had no real interest in doing anything without me being with her. As far as I knew, her fantasies consisted of nothing more than kissing and making out with another woman while I watched.
It wasn’t just her sexuality changing, this talk also occurred around the same time Venice was going through other major changes. She had just learned to deep throat me, she began asking for anal sex regularly and explained to me she enjoyed her orgasms more during anal sex, and we started a intimacy routine that what we now call, our circle.
Thirteen years into our marriage, and our sex life was upside down. Whether it was a mid marriage crisis or her sexual awakening, she had me totally interested in her every thought. In fact, I suggested we start a blog so we could write about the different things we were feeling. For whatever reason, we tend to communicate much better when we write letters. A blog seemed to make a lot of sense. Rather than talking to me about what she was currently feeling, she could talk to the world and I could sneak inside her mind and get to know her better.
Our first blog went under the moniker “Mr. And Mrs. Smith.” Although this wasn’t an original idea, we felt that Mr. and Mrs. Smith was our secret identity. Two sex agents who shared their dirty thoughts with the world. After about six months, the addition of a Twitter account, and learning we were 1 of 1000 Mr. and Mrs. Smiths, we decided to purchase a domain and take our blogging to another level. Our new last name would be Bloggs. And what better name to talk about the Bloggs sex life than a domain called, “FuckBlogging.” I guess this is the perfect time for me to mention the title of this blog:
His Story.
History.
Your mind’s blown right? I didn’t think so.
The rest of our blogging journey can be followed by using our sites navigation interface. The first month of our blog was the different stories we wrote as Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Rather than dating them properly, we simply just took all that old content and posted them as soon as we opened this domain.
As far as us deciding to have a threesome goes, that story is still in the works. From spending time on Twitter and writing articles on our blog, to sitting up late nights discussing some of the things we have written, our journey is just starting.
Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents
Some of these memoirs / articles may seem like I am repeating previous ideas, but I wrote each memoir seperate while we were searching for the right female partner for a threesome. As of this writing, I have found a partner and have enjoyed the wonderful experience of a threesome. Prior to the experience, we did not want to publish articles about our journey because we were uncertain of the outcome.
Having a threesome partner, who is also a friend can get a bit confusing. I started out my journey knowing I did not want a lesbian experience, which is really me and another woman alone in a room exploring each other until our tongues went numb. This was never my goal, as I am a committed wife and my fantasies were focused on women, but not without my husband there.
Throughout the years there have been times I would watch different videos with Ryan and the ones that interested me the most were the bisexual scenes. The idea of two women enjoying each other while a penis is in the corner waiting is my ultimate fantasy. Prior to Ryan, I never really paid much attention to pornography. At first, I was really only comfortable watching lesbian scenes. In hindsight, I believe this had more to do with the safety idea of not worrying about his reaction to me seeing another penis that wasn’t his. Not that I wanted to see another penis, but I just felt more comfortable watching porns that didn’t have a dick in them. I wanted to be the pure wife I felt I was. Also, I was a woman and I do feel, unlike men, I just don’t get off watching a man fuck a woman. I can get that whenever I want. I can see that whenever I want. The opportunities for a woman to go out and just hook up with a random guy is endless. The reason why it’s so hard for men to find these random hook ups? Most women just aren’t into these fantasies and would rather be emotionally attached prior to having monogamous sex. If we wanted monogamous porn sex, we’d find a man, marry him, and then fuck him like we’re porn stars. Which is what I did.
The point is, lesbian sex turned me on, as this was something I’d never experienced and couldn’t get each day, while heterosexual scenes did nothing for me. Most women just aren’t interested in some guy fucking some some random girl. Don’t believe me? Go search craigslist for real random women searching for random men. After you get bored of trying to find a real ad, check out the ads for random men searching for random women.
As a woman, lesbian scenes piqued my interest. I grew up thinking this was forbidden and that I’d be laughed at for wanting another woman. I would have been deathly ashamed if I would have been caught watching a lesbian porn. My attraction was absolutely there, but I felt shame. No matter how attracted to women I was, my attraction to men absolutely trumped. Nothing can replace the feeling of totally being taken by a real man, especially when you love the guy. Was I bisexual? I didn’t think so, because I didn’t want to have lesbian sex and I have only been with one man for the last 17 years.
What took my fantasies even further, is watching two women enjoy each other, then a man came in the room with his pretty groomed dick and let both women use his cock as a toy for them to enjoy. This idea interested me much more than two women using a plastic double ended dildo and moaning on each side of the bed pretending to orgasm. The best of both worlds. A real live and breathing cock and a real live and breathing vagina. In fact, this idea is what took our relationship to the next step. Yes, I would love to fuck a woman, but only if my man was there with me. Did he have to be involved? With me, yes. With the other woman? No. This was what Ryan and I agreed with when we decided to try a “threesome.” The positives were, I’d find out how attracted to women I really was, if I was comfortable in the situation, and if the experience was something I wanted to do again. The negatives, I’d actually prefer a threesome with a man and woman I really have feelings for, not just a sleezy one night stand. Everything else is just settling or baby steps.
Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents
Let’s say you are browsing a porn website, which I know some of you reading sexblogging.com would never do. But let’s just close our eyes and pretend. After you’ve studied the “Craigslist is Dead! Get Easy Pussy Now!” advertisement for a few moments, you decide to actually browse the selection. If you click on Hardcore, you will probably see a man and a woman having sex in various positions as fast as possible. This video usually ends up with the man jumping to his feet in his last seconds and unloading his semen onto a woman’s shocked yet happy face. If you click on Gay, you will probably see two men fucking each other without condoms or pissing on each other while they talk extremely manly. Or maybe just two college guys stroking it next to each other with huge smiles on their faces. If you click on Lesbian, you will probably see two women having sex in the scissor position fake orgasming for 10 minutes. Ok, I’m not going to keep going. I know most of you on our page have never even thought of visiting a porn website, so just imagine endless categories along the side of page, from Anal and Asian, to Tranny and Grannies. My point? If you click on Bisexual, what will you see? You will either see two bisexual women and a man, or two bisexual men and a woman. You will never click on a video or buy a porn that says, “Bisexual” and not see one of these combinations. Why? Because a true bisexual experience is a person enjoying another person of the same sex, and the opposite sex, at the same time. If you clicked on a Bisexual link and you ended up watching a lesbian or gay video, you would be extremely disappointed.
That’s how I feel in my sex life.
Would it matter if I told you that even though you clicked Bisexual and ended up watching a gay or lesbian scene you can still watch and enjoy the videos because those people you are currently watching having gay or lesbian sex also have heteosexual sex off camera? The actors/actresses are “bisexual.” Does that make watching the video more bisexual?
Nope.
This blog topic may cause a bit of stir among the millions of bisexual women that visit our blog daily (okay, I may have exaggerated a little). For me, bisexuality is not being a part-time lesbian. Not that anything is wrong with being a part-time lesbian, but for me, bisexuality is enjoying a man and woman together at the same time. Maybe I will start a new movement? I’ve spoken with various women who all claim to be totally bisexual, yet their goal is to get me to commit to a lesbian experience. I understand why, as most women are already in a relationship with a man and can’t just join another woman and her man for a true bisexual experience. In fact, both women are usually in the same situation, so rather than deal with men, they instead become part-time lesbians and have a lesbian experience. I also understand why they would classify themselves as bisexual. They like men and women, they just like them seperate. In essence, they are part-time heterosexual and part-time lesbians. One thing is certain, they are not having bisexual experiences if their female and male partners are not all in the same room.
With that being said, let me make it clear to the readers, I am bisexual. When I say bisexual, I mean I am absolutely bisexual. To be fair, I am also a part-time heterosexual. Although I got married prior to really finding out who I was on the inside, I wouldn’t stop having sex with my husband now simply because I know I am bisexual and prefer to have him and another woman rather than us alone. I do not consider this settling, as I am committed and love him, and I will always do what I need to do to keep Ryan completely happy. Does this mean I will also accept less than what I really desire and go have a lesbian experience just to be with a woman? Absolutely not. I am not a lesbian. I am not even a part-time lesbian. And I am definitely not an intern lesbian working for free to gain experience.
Do I consider my bond with Ryan the reason I am really into bisexual experiences only? Absolutely. For me, no matter how attractive a woman is, the experience would feel empty if my partner in life wasn’t with me. Do I want to taste women, enjoy women, and be with a woman in every way possible? For sure, but not enough so that I am willing to cheapen my own experience because I have to come home and talk about how cool it was and how I wish Ryan could have been there. He is my lover and best friend. I need him around to truly enjoy my experiences. I’m not looking for notches on my belt, the same as I am not answering random ads to hook up with random men on the fly. Women are complicated and I am definitely a woman. Even though I love sex, I do not sell myself for cheapened experiences just to do it.
Make sense?
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