After a little over a year of our memoirs, I decided to go back and organize a little better. Below, I have redone the table of contents with links to each article.
Our Threesome Memoirs:
1 Bisexuality
1.1 My Awakening
2 His Story
3 Listing Ads on Dating Websites
3.1 Angry Lesbians and Studs
3.2 Crazy Men
3.2.1 Men Pretending To Be Women (Pat The Squirter)
3.3 The Man Hating and Pushy (Edith the Cat Lover)
3.4 The Young and Flaky
3.5 The Shy (Shai Wan)
3.6 The Intimidating (The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly)
3.7 Finding The Third (The First Meeting)
4 My First Kiss
5 Our First Threesome (Venice’s Perspective w/ Ryan’s commentary)
5.1 Our Second Threesome (Ryan’s Perspective w/ Venice’s commentary)
5.2 The Secret Lesbian
5.3 A Threesome From Every Perspective
5.4 A Different Type Of Double Penetration
5.5 Giving Him A Double Blow Job
5.6 The Naughty Lunch Break
5.7 I Fucked A Girl With A Strap On
5.8 Tasting His Cum On Her Pussy
5.9 Our First Sleepover
5.10 Foxy Brown
5.11 The Break Up
5.12 Face Fucking
6 Is My Wife Really Bisexual?
7 The Women I Want
8 What Is A Unicorn
9 Coming Down From The Threesome High
Extras:
What NOT to text your possible threesome partner
The DOs and DON’Ts
How To Have A Threesome (Parody)
What If Your Wife Wanted To Have A Threesome With Another Man?
There are a few more experiences that are in the drafts that we may share, but today I am going to share our last experience. Do I mean our last experience as in never again, or last as in the one that chronologically happened last?
Let me just go through the experience and if you make it to the end, you can help me decide what it all means. I’m not going to glamourize this experience or make it seem like a steamy hot threesome. I am going to describe what happened, and while it happens, I will try to take you through the other thoughts that run through my head. With each threesome I’ve written about, there have been small moments where I leave out how I really feel, and instead focus on writing the experience as detailed and steamy as possible. Because this blog is also a diary of our experiences, we’d prefer to read back one day and smile at the things we’ve done. However, I have enough of those moments and I am not a sex author, so I will now do what I do best, and analyse my thoughts. It’s important to remember, I am not talking about Venice or her thoughts at all. How I feel, what I feel, may seem a bit narcissistic, but my selfish reasons for having a threesome isn’t the same as Venice’s. I will try to explore why I am having a change of heart towards threesomes and really no longer interested.
A few Saturdays ago, Ryan was invited to watch UFC 182, Jon Jones v. Daniel Cormier, at his friend’s house. Because of a prior commitment with our little ones, I wasn’t able to go. This was a very highly anticipated fight for Ryan, so I told him to go and to call me if he got bored or if he wanted to say hi. The preliminary fights started at 7:00 p.m. and the house was an hour away. He was bringing drinks, so he knew he had to leave about 5:30 so that he can stop by the liquor store and get provisions.
There are three things I love: Ryan’s cum, face-fucking, and threesomes. I was lucky enough to experience all three at the same time. You may ask, “Doesn’t every face-fucking end with Ryan cumming in my throat? Yes, sometimes even twice.” But it has never happened during a threesomes, and not every intimate moment ends in him orgasming. You may also ask, “Doesn’t every threesome end in you or Ryan having an orgasm?” No, definitely not.
So… coming down off the threesome high huh?
Yesterday morning I walked into the bedroom and ask Venice if she wanted to go out for lunch. Venice excitedly said she did. I cleaned up and got dressed. As I came out of the bathroom I noticed Venice was still lying in bed. I told her that if she fell asleep I was going to teabag her. She laughed and said she wasn’t going to go to sleep. A few moments later she asked me to lay in the bed next to her for a second, she wanted to cuddle for a while before we left. I laid down in bed and she wrapped herself around me. I immediately felt my jeans unzipping. I am not wearing briefs so as soon as my zipper is down, she has a hold of my penis. She gripped it with both hands tightly while laying on my chest and said, “You aren’t teabagging me.”