Threesome Memoirs – What Is A Unicorn?

what is a unicornIn the couples blogging community, more specifically, the sex blogging community, the term lifestyle comes up a lot.  Usually, the word is associated with swingers and the swing lifestyle.  What we do as a couple isn’t swinging, but because I am bisexual and our relationship is open to various women, we can relate a lot of our experiences to other open couples.  Because of this acquaintance, we’ve dealt with the term “unicorn” a lot.   In our lifestyle, and I do consider having female-female-male (FFM) threesomes its own lifestyle, I’d argue the term “unicorn” doesn’t really exist (although we are guilty of using the term).

If the idea of unicorns did exist in our lifestyle, every female we hook up with would be considered a unicorn.  Not only is it not rare, it’s the only activity we participate in.  And until I see a unicorn in real life, you know, a mythical horse with horns, I can’t relate that term to all the naked women that have eaten me out in my bedroom.

For fun, before I came to this conclusion, I browsed around and found different definitions to the term:

Slang for a single, generally bi-sexual female that participates in the lifestyle. Referred to as a “unicorn” because they are so rare.
                                                                                        -Swinger Dictionary

This definition is what helped me make sense of the usage of the term.  Although the following analogy is a bit far-fetched, I think it gets the point across.   Let’s say swingers in the lifestyle are vampires.  Yes, think about swingers as big bad ass vampires that swoon their victims and suck the life from them.  The vampires have their own culture, lifestyle, and sometimes parties where they all get together and celebrate their unique abilities.  A unicorn would be a human girl that hangs out with the vampires.  She doesn’t really want to become a vampire, she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with a guy and be a vampire, she just likes to hang out with vampires and let them have their way with her.  She’s rare because, well, she is human.  Now, what am I?   Because I do not swing and have no interest in fucking other guys or letting Ryan go fuck other girls without me totally involved, I am not a vampire.   I just like to cut myself and see the blood.  Or, I like to bite people and see them in pain, but I do not suck the blood or do everything a vampire does. Since I am not a vampire, I am still human.  Since the human is so rare in the vampire lifestyle, the vampires call her a “unicorn,” but I do not; I call her a girl that’s interested in eating my pussy and sucking Ryan’s dick.   If she does that good, she may even get more.

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Threesome Memoirs – Is My Wife Bisexual?

Venice read over the article and added her own commentary where she felt it was needed prior to publishing.  

2589271Is my wife bisexual?

Think about this question for a minute. Do all men at some point ask this question about their wives? If you didn’t know anything about our blog and what we have been through, what would come to your mind first when you see me ask that question?

I’ll play along.

The first thing I’d think is that the husband is probably curious about the way his wife is behaving. I know for me, I’ve always wondered about Venice’s sexual preference. I knew her best friend was a lesbian and living with another girl, I knew she really enjoyed watching lesbian videos, and I always felt her personality made her feel like a best friend, not a girl friend. She didn’t wear make up, didn’t spend much time fixing her hair, and she could out “joke” me. She just didn’t feel like your everyday girl. At least, not one I had ever dated. However, she always told me that her best friend wasn’t “out” when they were in high school and the video thing is more of being ‘turned on’ by something she knows she would never do. As far as her personality goes, she said I should stop overanalyzing it.

I did.

What are some other reasons husbands may ask this question though? Maybe they caught their wives sizing up other girls or they are openly flirty around other women. Maybe the question is less of a question and more of wishful thinking. It’s not uncommon to ask a question that really isn’t a question, instead it’s just a method used to push an issue or agenda (like this article you’re reading now). It’s not unheard of that a man would actually enjoy his wife being bisexual. In fact, I’d think most men would find out that information and immediately think they could either watch their wife play with another woman or actively participate in a threesome. This is probably why most women are hesitant to ever openly admit they are bisexual. Unlike men, our society doesn’t have a negative stigma associated with women being bisexual. It isn’t a flaw or a sign of weakness. So why would a woman ever keep being bisexual a secret? Well, for one, she just isn’t interested in her man thinking he can have another woman. She’d rather never explore her bisexual side, or explore her bisexual side secretly without including her husband. And unfortunately, this sometimes leads to a woman cheating on her husband with another couple, simply to experience a threesome while keeping her own husband to herself. That sounds crazy huh? How can a woman like women, sometimes even having an affair with a woman and the other woman’s husband, but never come out to her own husband? Embarrassment, jealousy, possession, and lack of trust.

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The Vagina Dialogues – Vaginal Plastic Surgery

Previous Vagina Dialogue

vaginal plastic surgeryHave you ever pulled into an 10 minute oil change shop and thought to yourself, “I wish they had 10 minute vagina repair shops.”   Sure you have, we all have.

Some doctors say vaginal surgery can increase pleasure and improve appearance, but these procedures are rarely medically necessary, are hardly ever covered by insurance, and can cause nerve damage.   A few of the so-called corrections offered:

Labiaplasty (Labial Reduction Surgery) – $6,000 +
Labial reduction surgery is performed to correct enlargement of the labia. Enlargement of the labia minora (inner vaginal lips) affects many women in the United States. The medical term for enlargement of the labia minora is labial hypertrophy. Women who have an enlarged labia minora experience larger outer lips that protrude beyond the labia majora. Women may suffer from pain during exercise, sexual intercourse, cycling, and horseback riding, as well as when wearing tight jeans.

Labia minora reduction is a procedure done in an outpatient setting under local anesthesia and mild sedation. Labiaplasty surgery reduces an enlarged labia minora with little or no visible scarring. During this procedure, the surgeon will contour, reshape, and reduce the size of the labia. The procedure results in a sleeker, thinner appearance of the labia. After the surgery, the patient must get 2 to 3 days of bed rest and apply ice to the area.  This can reduce the size of the inner or outer labia and even out asymmetrical lips. However, visibly asymmetrical and uneven lips are actually the norm.

Ryan: Not only the norm, but how I’d hope most men prefer to see a woman’s vagina.
Venice: Do you think men want symmetrical vaginas?
Ryan: Men?  No.  Boys?  Maybe.
Venice: Ah.
Ryan: The best part about pulling down a woman’s panties is seeing her vagina.  Her unique shape, smell, size, and yes, how her lips appear.   I mean, other than me experiencing you, we’ve been with the same girls.  What do you think?
Venice: Nothing turns me on more than seeing a woman spread her legs and show me her vagina.  It’s why I am bisexual.   I’ve never really looked at the vagina and thought it was anything but sexy, and I love the variety.
Ryan: What about your own?
Venice: See, that’s funny.  Of course I have thought about what it would be like if my vagina wasn’t sideways, the same as I have thought about my breasts being uneven.  But I’ve never looked at another girl and felt anything but turned on.
Ryan: Welcome to my world.

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Threesome Memoirs – Our First Sleepover

two panties-picsayRyan and I have been seeing one of our girlfriends for months now.   For the most part, we’d only been seeing her during lunch breaks and occasionally dropping by her job to say hi.  We’d been pretty content with seeing her sporadically, squeezing each other in during our days. But then things got a little more serious.  For me, I would say the pivotal point of our “relationship” was when she started buying me things.  It started with lunches, then gradually moved on to sex toys. To me, spending her hard-earned money meant that she thought about me/us as more than sexual gratification.  And no matter how hard I wanted to ignore it, it tugged on my heart strings just a little bit.

Recently I asked her about the possibility of spending the night.  I explained to her that the lunch time meetings were great, but I wanted to spend more time with her, get to know her a little, and just not feel the need to be rushed because of time constraints.  She agreed that it was a great idea.  I couldn’t wait!

A few Fridays ago was a big day for me and for Ryan.  I prepared my mind and body for the things to come.  When she arrived, she was dressed in jeans and a tank top and she let her hair down..literally, down her back.  I wasn’t used to seeing her out of work clothes; immediately I felt my mood lighten.  I made drinks for all of us and we sat outside with Ryan as he grilled.  It was such a nice change of pace to be able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about time.  We teased Ryan about him cooking for two women as we took turns slapping his ass through his jeans. As the drinks started to take effect, we started to get more and more comfortable around each other.

We sat outside for a while with our steak and broccoli and watched as the sky turned violet above us.  Although it was perfect outside, I only had one thing on my mind: getting inside the bedroom.  I stood up and motioned for Ryan and our girlfriend to head inside.  I went to the bathroom and started running a bath.  A few minutes later, I went back outside and saw that they took my hint and began putting the chairs and grill away.  I approached her and whispered, “Want to take a bubble bath?” She looked at me with a surprised look, but nodded eagerly.  We started undressing as soon as we got into the bedroom.  We got there just in time as the bubbles were about halfway up the tub.  After we slipped in, I turned the jets on, letting the force of the water massage us.  She told me about her boss who was married, but also had a girlfriend on the side, both of whom knew about each other.  “What an asshole!  Being married and having a girlfriend!” I exclaimed.  “Oh…wait,” I quickly said.  We both laughed after we realized what I had just said. Ryan walked into the bathroom after he heard the commotion.

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Threesome Memoirs – The Women I Want

types-of-barbie-dollsI do a lot of porn surfing.

What?  I do.

And in doing so I’ve come to find myself attracted to an array of women of all different types. At first, I assumed that since Ryan was Anglo, and I loved everything about him, my taste in women would resemble his background. I soon realized that I shouldn’t limit myself to a certain flavor. So, after much exposure to all these lovely ladies of the x-rated Internets, I decided to compile a “wishlist,” if you will, of women I would like to experience.

Rebeccah – the dark-haired stay-at-home mother of four who spends most of her free time juggling kids and planning events at the elementary school. She’s very patient with children, naturally, and rarely raises her voice (not even to tell people her name ends with an H). A soccer mom, who secretly reads Fifty Shades of Grey and highlights her favorite parts. However, she is embarrassed about owning the book so she keeps it under her bed hidden from view.  Since she’s a natural giver, she wants to be spoiled in bed… and she’s turned to me and Ryan for that.  Everything in her everyday life is considered average.  We are her escape from reality and when she gets around us she can be the slut she has always wanted be. First I’ll eat her out and get her wet before asking her if she wants to get fucked. When she says yes, I’ll put Ryan’s dick in her and hold her legs up and let her get fucked hard.  She does everything she is asked, no matter how dirty, and loves every second of it.

Maria – Just because she’s from the old country doesn’t mean she’s old-fashioned. And by old country, I mean her mom was born in Cuba and her father immigrated from Colombia when he was three-years-old, but he can’t speak Spanish. Monica’s skin tone is similar to mine and has large breasts that jiggle in her tank top when she laughs. I love her boobs and I can’t help but look at them when she’s not looking. I’ve been with women who were C and D cups, but she claims she’s a 42HH, whatever that is. I want to wear a strap and fuck her as she lays on her back while Ryan fucks me from behind. I want to see her tits bounce by the force of us getting rammed.

Paula – the natural red-head who’s quiet and conservative, but get a few shots in her and she becomes slightly obnoxious when talking about her future efforts to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity. I would most likely meet her in the cereal aisle at the grocery store as she decides between Honey Nut Cheerios or Fruity Pebbles (she opts for the Cheerios). I’d like to see her fair skin juxtaposed against mine as we both suck on Ryan’s dick. I’d also like to see if her lips are just as pink as the inside of her pussy. From what the Internets have shown me, I want to say it’s neck and neck, but I need to judge for myself in person.

Monica – She did some nude modeling for art students in college to pay for her books (they were Chemistry books and they were really expensive). She has smooth, dark skin. And I mean really dark, like Wesley-Snipes-at-midnight dark. Like Paula, I would love to see the contrast of her skin against mine (and Ryan’s) as we all play together. Additionally, I want to watch my brown fingertips slide inside her dark vagina and feel her pussy walls tighten around my fingers.

Melinda – She’s a very active member of her church and it’s most likely because she’s trying to keep her kids active and their minds occupied from her recent divorce. Her hair is blond and always in a ponytail pulled through the snaps of her baseball cap. She wears leggings, a sweatshirt, and running shoes so I know she’s either about to head to the gym or is getting back from it. Sometimes I see her in the morning jogging, and notice her sweat showing through her running outfits.  That means one thing to me: she’s running so she can get in shape, stay healthy, and wants to look great naked. But honestly, the only stamina I’m interested in how long she can eat me out.  She can wear a headband if she wants.

Chainsaw – Her real name is Misty, but she doesn’t go by her birth name anymore since she bought her motorcycle. Her nails are real short, but they’re clean (thank God). She has a leather jacket with a small hole on the sleeve caused by a clumsy ex-boyfriend who dropped his joint after laughing at a knock-knock joke. She has a fresh tattoo on her lower back and brags that only women are allowed to see it. I want to see it. She wears a lot of eye make up and it makes her look rough around the edges. I’m hoping that she’ll let me ride her like a Harley as I hold onto her hair like handlebars.

In writing this blog I mistakenly asked Ryan if he had a wish list and what types of girls he would like to experience with me.  His answer is as follows:

“Probably like, an Eskimo.  If she left her big huge Eskimo coat on somehow, with the hood real snug around her face so all you can see is her nose, part of her eyes, and her frostbitten red cheeks.  Also, if she could manage to keep a real snow flake on the tip of her nose during the entire experience, that would be really cool.”

Um, wtf?  Anyway, I won’t be asking him that question again.