Threesome Memoirs – Edith the Cat Lover

Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents

cat loverWith every person that called I quickly learned that I would have a cast of wonderful characters for my blogs.  I wasn’t trying to be insincere or judgmental, because my main goal was to find someone I really did click with.  Unfortunately, to find that person you click with you have to shuffle through a lot of people that you have absolutely nothing in common with.

Enter Edith the Cat Lover.  I met Edith the Cat Lover through a dating website and after a quick email we exhanged numbers to chat.  I call her Edith because after seeing her picture, I felt like she resembled Edith Bunker, Archie Bunker’s wife from “All in the Family.”  I call her Cat Lover because I’d say she absolutely loved cats.

Edith the Cat Lover was a middle-aged lady who seemed to be all about her schedule.   This was a good thing, because dealing with the young and flakey can be a bit annoying.  Judging by the way she described her schedule, she made it a point to let me know she would be available to hook up on weekends.  It couldn’t get any more convenient than that. She was very eager to talk, so I figured she would be more keen to trying to arrange a meet-up versus someone who thrived off spontaneity (aka Ms. Flakey). I’m not a shallow person, meaning even her looks weren’t like someone young and a bit more spontaneous, I didn’t want to judge her before based solely on what she looked like.  I’m more attracted to personalities.  In fact, I am only attracted to personalities, which at times, makes Ryan a bit uneasy.  After sending her a quick text message asking if I can call and verify her voice, she acknowledged I could call her.

Me: Hi there! Is this Edith?
Edith the Cat Lover: Yes, hi!  How are you?
Me: I’m doing well. It sounds like you’re in a car. Are you driving?
Edith the Cat Lover: Yes, I am. I drive a lot, mostly on weekdays, due to my job.  So weekends are pretty much open for me.

She has me on speakerphone, so she sounds like she’s yelling at me. I already feel uneasy.

Me: Well, thanks for taking my call.  (Satisfied) You’re definitely a woman.
Edith the Cat Lover: No problem!  Trust me, I totally get why you need to verify.  You can never tell who you end up talking to.
Me: Yea, I just want to know who I am  really talking to.  For some reason, a lot of responses I get seem to be from men.
Edith the Cat Lover: Oh, honey, I know…believe me. I’ve had enough of men.  They will do anything for pussy.

This made me a bit uncomfortable, so I nodded but I didn’t realize she couldn’t see me nod while on the phone.

Me: …
Edith the Cat Lover: I actually started hooking up with women a few years ago. I got soooo tired of my husband in bed so I decided to try women. I have to say that was probably THE best decision of my life.
Me: Really?
Edith the Cat Lover: Absolutely. I found that women can touch me in a way that he never can.
Me: I’ve heard women DO have a special touch.

I imagined all the lesbian porn I’d ever seen where the two women moved in slow motion, caressing each other, kissing for a few minutes, before slowly taking off their clothes.

Edith the Cat Lover: I just love the way they feel – their breasts, their fingers, their skin. I love everything about women. They just drive me wild.  And sweetie,  men can’t do what women do.
Me: Yea,that’s something I can’t wait to experience.

I giggle, trying to make light of the conversation.


Edith the Cat Lover: And I’d like to be the one to show you…!
Me: Tell me this, what exactly are you looking for?  What do you want?
Edith the Cat Lover:  I need a woman, who knows how to touch me.  It’s to the point  where my husband disgusts me.  I mean I love him, I just don’t want him to touch me you know?

She laughs, I giggle back but at this point I realize me and her are not from the same planet.  
 
Edith the Cat Lover: Like seriously, what type of lover sucks on your  titties like a newborn baby?  Men have no idea.  No sexual satisfaction at all.  Excuse me, just because you put your lips on my nipples and try to suck the dried milk out of me doesn’t mean I like it.  You know?
Me: Ouch!
Edith the Cat Lover: I mean, it’s true!
 
We pause for a bit as I really don’t have much to add to the conversation. 
 
Edith the Cat Lover:  Also, why do men grunt when they are having sex with you, blowing their coffee and old cigar smoke breath in your face. Then when they orgasm they flop down on your body like slugs.
Me: Dang.
Edith the Cat Lover: Yea, that’s something you never get with a woman.
 
I try to change the subject.
 
Me: What does your husband think about you hooking up with other women?
Edith the Cat Lover: Let’s not worry about husbands, my guy couldn’t make me orgasm if his life depended on it.
Me: Uhh, okay, wow.
Edith the Cat Lover: Seriously.  And on the weekends, he is usually away for work anyway.
Me: Ok.
Edith the Cat Lover: If you wanted, we could meet this weekend even.  I am okay with meeting at a hotel or maybe a public place?  The last girl I met was in a parking lot!  She fisted the hell out of me.  I felt it for weeks.
Me: Hmm, I am not sure about that.  I definitely am not meeting without my husband.  Did you see my ad?
Edith the Cat Lover: Yea, I saw your ad.  It’s okay if he wants to sit in the front seat, me and you can sit in the back.  Okay?
 
I laugh, hoping that was a joke.
 
Edith the Cat Lover: So you have never been with a woman?  No kissing?  No touching?  Nothing?  Oh, I really love to break girls in.
Me: Nope, I haven’t.
Edith the Cat Lover:  Does your husband really have to be around?  I find it very uncomfortable for a first timer to have to be there with her husband.  For a first time, he should just throw you in a room and let a woman do what she wants to do with you.  That is an experience you will never forget.
Me: I doubt he’d ever just throw me in a room.  That’s really not what we are into at all.
Edith the Cat Lover: Well, just let him know I will take care of you.  I’m good at eating pussy.  Probably because my husbands dick is the size of a small clit.
 
She laughed, but it almost sounded like a snort.  I laugh uncomfortably.


Me: Well, so, I guess doing our nails together or anything like that is out of the question?
Edith the Cat Lover: Girl, hell no, I’m going to nail you to the headboard and stick my face inside your baby hole!
Me: Huh?
Edith the Cat Lover:  That’s a joke girl.  I’m just a bit worked up thinking of you being a first timer and all. 

All the sudden I got what it feels like to be a man in prison for the first time.  FRESH FISH, FRESH FISH!
 

Edith the Cat Lover: I’d like to squat down real fast and suck air up my vagina, then pull your face into my crotch and blow you a pussy kiss!
Me: Um, hmmm.   I’m not so sure about that.
Edith the Cat Lover: Don’t worry, we can go at your pace.  No pressure here sweetie, I just want to be open and honest with you.
Me: Listen, I appreciate the honesty but I do have to go.  I’ve verified you as real so go ahead and text me if you have any questions. 

After I hung up with her, I felt like my ears had been molested and that I needed a rape kit for my ear drums.  Suffice it to say, Edith the Cat Lover is the reason why I decided there is a huge difference between what I want and what other women want.  I am not a man hating lesbian that wants to prove to the world that women do it better, I just want to enjoy a woman’s soft touch.  In a perfect world, I’d love to enjoy a woman’s soft touch with my husband’s perfect touch, together.  In my world, which is far from perfect, I won’t make it less perfect accepting anything less.   How can I ever enjoy being with someone who talked so much shit about her husband? I mean, according to her, her husband’s penis was the size of a corn kernel.  If she was that judgmental about the man she supposedly loved, what would she say about me?

And so the search continues…

Threesome Memoirs – Listing Ads on Dating Websites

Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents

dating websiteThe tricky part about having a threesome is actually finding someone that’s willing to be your third partner.  In doing so, Ryan and I have talked about the many options:  asking one of my more freakier friends if she is interested in hoping into bed with us, turn into swingers and meet other couples, eventually hoping a couple or husband is nice enough to give us the pleasure of a threesome, find a gay/bisexual club and hope we get lucky, check out the local escorts for a true no strings attached experience, or find a girlfriend from dating websites and classified ads.

We chose dating websites.  For now, our goal will be to find a bisexual woman interested in dating a married woman.  There is another version of this same concept and that would be to have Ryan find a bisexual girl who was interested in dating a married man. The latter is a bit more risky because the woman is more interested in my husband rather than me.  For now, I do not think I am ready for that. At least if I am the one searching, I am looking for a same sex partner which helps us both when dealing with the jealousy.

So, I’m on the dating scene.  Photo shoot and recent photos?  Check.  Good attitude, nipple rings and pussy piercings polished?  Check.  Ready to taste my first woman and hold my man’s cock while another woman sucks on it?  Check.  My girl-on-girl flirt moves in order?  Not really check, but I mean I’ve worked on a few of my lines.  “Hey girl, those are pretty toes you have, want to eat my wet pussy?”  I know, I know, that shy approach may not work in this day and age.  I have to work with what I got, you know?

Before I work on my girl-on-girl mack game, I want to do the super easy stuff, like create my online profile and clarify to the world what I am looking for.  Boy was I wrong on that one.  Creating the perfect profile was much more complicated than I thought. You’d think adding about 10 photos, all recent, would pretty much fix the need for more photos.  Wrong.  The first message I usually get is, “Do you have more pictures?” Also, I was pretty precise about what my goals, expectations, and limitations were, but of course that doesn’t stop the random boyfriends or women e-mailing me and asking, “I know you said you do not want to be a third in another couples threesome, but if you change your mind look at these cock photos.” I understand the struggle, trust me, I do, but at least read my profile. We are all going through the same thing, but do you really think ignoring everything in my profile increases your chances of getting me as a third for your threesome?

Oh dang, I guess I will never have that threesome I’ve always wanted with Ryan.  But wait, wait, what ever happen with  that couple that didn’t really  know how to read or totally ignored my entire profile and mailed me cock pictures to tempt me with having a threesome with them?  I mean, I can trust them not to break my boundaries being that their first offer totally broke my boundaries.  Yea, you know what, forget my soulmate, I will just tell him all about it later.  He’ll love that.  If I remember right, that cock was so perfectly average that no woman could resist.  Or wait, was it that the long skinny black one that looked a little ashy near the crotch?  No, no, it was the white stubby crooked one.  Yea, that was it.   Let me find their old email and contact them right now.  It’s. About. To. Go. Down.

Listen, that isn’t going to happen ladies/gentlemen.  I’m not perfect, but this is something you shouldn’t do and I won’t do.  I will never flat out ignore a profile and tempt another person with my own agenda, just in the slight chance the other woman would cheat on her man.  No.  Respect the profiles, people!

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t mind answering questions that people have for me, as long at they’re legitimate.   “What is your titty size and if your husband is going to fuck me, I need to know how big his dick is.  Thanks.”  I mean, at least they read my profile right?

As they say: Serious inquiries only.  And also, MW4W, BiF, W/E, DDF, NS, GSOH, HWP, NSA, RTS, TYVM.

Below is the profile description.  If you have any ideas or advice, please post in the comment section.   I would love to improve the ad!   Picture to provocative?  Opinions?

First off, every picture in my profile is mine and real.

A little about me?  I’m friendly and a great listener.   I’d be just as happy making a new bisexual female friend as I would finding a partner for a threesome.  I think simple flirting can be fun and sexy.  I am married, bisexual, and not looking to hook up with another woman for a lesbian relationship / experience.  To clarify, I am bisexual, not lesbian, and I’m only looking for bisexual experiences, not lesbian.  I am not comfortable meeting or hooking up without my husband, but his role can be limited so everyone is comfortable. If you prefer to just chat, e-mail, or text, you will only talk with me, the lady. Before exchanging more photos, I’d prefer to talk on the phone to make sure I know who I am texting or emailing.  After phone verification, we do not have to talk again until both parties agree.

If anyone is interested, please send a message. I am not interested in couples, men, or studs. Serious ladies only please.”

Threesome Memoirs: Table of Contents

I have drafted a working table of contents / outline for how we wanted to do these memoirs.  The experiences are complex and the amount of people I have talked to seem endless.   Hopefully this working outline can help you follow along and anticipate future blogs.

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
6        Is My Wife Really Bisexual?
7        The Women I Want
8        What Is A Unicorn

The Change:
9        Threesome Are Overrated

Unfinished Ideas:
Changing Perspectives and Boundaries
Our Talks, Late Nights and  Good Communication
Other Alternatives
Browsing Escorts
Strip Clubs, Swing Clubs, Local Clubs
Love to Give and Polyamory

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?

At this point the working table of contents is complete.  We did not finish sections 9-14 because we started writing “Threesome Adventures” which has now been changed back to “Threesome Memoirs.”   Anything related to our experience in threesomes from here on out on the blog will be labeled, Threesome Memoirs.

Secret Sex Drive

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Venice on her sex drive

The office was empty and I was working a little overtime.  I got a FaceTime request from Venice, who had just gotten off of work and seemed to be in a great mood.  It was Friday and she was in her car driving home for the night.  We were going to drink and relax soon, and she seemed extra excited.  After a few moments, she asked, “Can you turn on the other camera view and show me your crotch?”

I changed views and aimed it towards my pants.  I then replied, “Shouldn’t you keep your eyes on the road?”

She quickly told me to shut up and just do what she said.  I can see her driving and glancing towards the phone every now and then, but she could not see me at all.  My camera was faced towards my crotch.  I felt my balls begin to warm up and shift as the blood began to rush to my dick.  She teasingly asked, “How fast do you think you can cum for me?”

I responded, “I will show you when I get home.”

She replied, “How about you show me now and then you also show me when you get home?”  I didn’t respond but I knew what she wanted.  She then followed up her question and asked, “Why don’t you pull out your big ass dick and let me watch you stroke it while I drive home?”  I didn’t talk and obeyed her instructions.  I pulled my half-swollen dick out and watched it myself on the small video in the corner while most of my screen showed Venice’s face glancing at my dick.  I could see she immediately got excited.  “I want to watch that sexy dick shoot out cum all over the place.   Make sure you put your cock right up to the camera when you explode.”

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Our Circle

by androCircle (noun)
a group of persons sharing a common interest or revolving about a common center

Ryan and I have have this concept called “The Circle,” which I will take full credit for creating between us.  The Circle came into fruition as we discussed the importance of maintaining a continual form of love and respect.  Several years ago we realized that we were living life in a dotted circle, meaning that we loved each other, but were doing things (in life and in the bedroom) out of obligation and without real enthusiasm; we were a pair of married zombies.  For example, I would go to bed without spending intimate time with Ryan.  It’s not that I felt like I didn’t need to, but instead I felt that I didn’t have a reason to make him happy because he didn’t make me happy.  It was in all sense of the term, a “dotted circle.”  The hash marks were the times where we made the effort to be with and satisfy the other, but for some reason, the other didn’t reciprocate, thus creating an incomplete circle.  The spaces in between the hash marks of the circle represent the dead time between the moments in which one of us has failed to do our part in continuing our circle of love.

As this first definition states, this group of persons is, of course, me and Ryan, as we are the only two in our relationship.  Our common interest is our mutual desire to maintain a healthy marriage.  Our eyes opened to the shortcomings that stemmed from each of us.  It took both of us to get to this zombie state and it will take both of us to make our Circle successful.  I didn’t have to convince him that he was doing things wrong or vice-versa. In fact, we both were glad to point out the other’s deficiencies and work together to find solutions.  It took us breaking years of bad habits, breaking old ones, and creating successful ones to reassess our marriage.

The Circle almost became a living being that we respected, revered, and even feared, if we didn’t comply with it.  It got to the point where we were forced to put aside our differences that we had at the moment to remember the circle and what it represents to us. Ultimately, we used it as a way to show the other that we were doing our own parts to live up to the standards of the Circle by saying things like, “Even though you’re mad at me right now, I still love you. You don’t have to hug me back, but I’m not breaking the Circle.” It was like using reverse psychology on the other, and not in a detrimental way.

wedding ringsCircle  (noun)
A series or process that finishes at its starting point or continuously repeats itself; a cycle

In a nutshell, the Circle is ensuring that one good turn deserves another.  One of the very first concepts of our Circle was to incorporate twice daily intimate time.  This wasn’t set in stone because sometimes I’d sneak in a little dick-sucking or fucking during our lunch hour (three a day); or if one of us was sick, a bit of fondling (at most) and cuddling would be considered our intimate time.  That’s life; we don’t have complete control of everything.  The only thing we can control is whether or not we can incorporate any form of intimate time (however little) in the day.

When I first proposed the idea of the Circle, he asked me to explain the concept.  It was in the middle of the work day, so I texted to him the following:

“The Circle is when I do something for you that starts off your day right, like sucking your dick, which in turn will ensure you think about me all morning and give me that extra attention throughout the day.  As you chat and text because I am on your mind, I will in return appreciate the attention and think about you all afternoon.  Whether it be small talk or spending lunch together, it’s the little things we used to overlook that make a huge difference now.  By that night, I will want to show you my appreciation, and probably fuck your brains out.  In doing that, you will be happier more responsive man and cuddle me through the night.  Going to sleep being cuddled, makes me want to wake up and cuddle your balls.   It’s a circle.”

This sounds very “Who’s on first” but, well, you get the picture.  As nonsensical as it sounds, that is exactly what the Circle is: it just keeps going and going, world without end, Amen.

I love to wake up in the morning and spend intimate time with my man for many reasons: it makes me feel like I’m doing my job as a wife, I complete my part of the Circle, I love contributing to Ryan’s reason to starting off his day right, and it ensures that our intimacy cycle continues. It also has altered his entire mood.  This isn’t just a one week thing, I am going on the third year of our circle, and he has absolutely changed.  If you give your man the attention he wants, he will give you back the attention you want.  I need this completion for the sake of my happiness as well as his. It’s not blackmailing the other, it’s not used as a tool for coercing him to take me shopping all day on Saturday, and it’s not forcing me to give him a blow job whenever he wants one.  We do what we do because we want to, not because “Oh, I fucked you this morning, so I don’t need to give it to you tonight.”  No, no, no. We do what we do because making the other happy is a process that ensures our circle keeps moving; everything about the Circle is positive.

yinyang“Circle the wagons” (idiom)
 to form the wagons of a covered-wagon train into a circle for defensive purposes, as against Indian attack

I’ve heard of this term before. I understood that it was a tactic used in the covered wagon days to fight an onslaught of enemies.  In a way, our circle monumentalizes this concept. One of the first times Ryan has applied the Circle with us was at a fast food drive-through.  If I ordered french fries, I wanted him to ask for ketchup, maybe a few extra napkins, and an extra salad dressing.  If I really felt in the mood, I’d even want him to ask for croutons.  Because of the glares the disgruntled fast food workers gave him, the old Ryan hated the process of asking for anything extra. I mean to the point to where he would get mad at ME for even asking him in the first place.  After the circle, he realized that our 90 seconds at the drive-through window and the “pshaw..whatever” attitude they gave him were absolutely not worth making me, the most important person in the world to him, unhappy. In fact, today he won’t even leave the window without saying to me, “Look in the bag, did you get a everything you need?”  Our Circle, our world, is comprised of the two of us and what we do to ensure the other is taken care of.  It is the small changes like these that let me know that he fully understands the Circle, the power it has over us, and that allowing an “Indian attack” (outside parties and/or events that could impede our circle) overcome our “covered-wagon circle” (our Circle) is detrimental to us.

For me, I am driven to completing, I mean CONTINUING, my parts of the circle because I can only benefit from it. Ryan has fulfilled his parts in many ways: he grills for me every Friday (including buying, preparing and cooking all meat and side dishes), he has shown me endless attention by ways of texting, calling on the way to work and home, and random lingerie spending sprees (basically anything that helps me feel sexy including lotions, make-up, nail polish, etc.).  Some people might argue that we are too needy, that we put too much emphasis on the attention we give each other, that we’re too smothering.  Well, this is how WE work, this is what we’ve determined makes OUR marriage successful. I need this attention and HE needs the attention in return.  Through open communication and understanding of the other’s needs, we’ve managed to pinpoint our needs that have helped us to rejuvenate our relationship.  We started our journey with a circle, our wedding rings, and we saved our marriage with a circle, our love.