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Threesome
| Tue, 06-01-2004 - 11:05am |
Hubby and I had a threesome(our fourth) with a man a month ago who was incredible in bed, and who was well equipped. Unlike all of the other threesomes(two were FMF), he is a man that my husband works with. We socialize with him often, and he's unattached(has been for almost two years), and he's sexy as all hell! I find myself thinking and fantasizing about him all of the time, wanting to have more sex with him, and I believe that I'm emotionally involved to some extent. He was over yesterday for the holiday, and at one point he looked at me and said we have to "get together" real soon, and then he winked. Has anyone else ever gotten so attached over the third-person in a threesome? If so, how did you proceed?

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You can say that again ;o)
>>How is that calling the kettle black?<<
The first statement I quoted was you saying that you are not willing to give up the thrill of a threesome with your husband's friend to preserve your marriage because it is too good for *YOU*. Selfish. Then you go on to say that group sex is selfish and only fulfills your selfish sexual needs. That is *exactly* what you are doing with this guy. Do you know what the pot calling the kettle black means? I can explain it further if you need me too. No one has said here that you shouldn't participate in threesomes, just that you should reconsider continuing on with someone you have a strong attachment to. Why is that so hard to understand?
Leticia
The day finally arrived, as did I, at their lush, secure, private townhome on a Saturday morning. I was greeted at the door by both of them, arm-in-arm, wearing nothing but silk robes and he complimented me on my ride parked in their driveway. They invited me in and drew the curtains closed, instantly creating a distinctly different mood as there were no lights on in the room. We talked for quite a while in their living room and she cuddled up next to me on their big, soft, plush leather couch running her fingers through my hair. She came onto me, gradually disrobing me, while he sat in a big, overstuffed leather chair, watching from afar, encouraging her from a distance - she was soft, lucious and seductive. Her long dark hair, tanned slim body and seductive eyes were enough to put me in a trance and she felt the same about me (sound familiar?) - there was the most amazing sexual energy betwen she and I. We BOTH felt it and we BOTH quickly forgot about her husband almost simultaneously and upon us realizing that, we both encouraged him to join us - he declined. There he was propped back in a chair, robe open, exposing his tanned athletic body in full. She was running her fingers through my long thick curly locks and I became jello, pleading with him to join us. Again, he declined - and he just sat there observing us, almost as if we were some sort of experimental subjects. He then encouraged her to mount me doggystyle after a good thirty minutes of oral and foreplay. She turned around and backed toward me. I was in a trance and then felt the most amazing sensation when we interlocked perfectly - I had never felt so good with another woman before (or since) as I did right then... and she later whispered neither had she. It was a feeling beyond velvet... then suddenly after a few minutes of rocking while he encouraged us from the chair, his voice took a real sharp turn and he started voicing his displeasure of being left out. Again, we both physically encouraged him to join us as he was only a few feet away at that time. Again, he declined saying facetious things like "go ahead, don't mind me" which instantly broke the mood. Then he became irate and she quivered, but defended her/their actions as what he wanted. I tried to console him and all hell broke loose. She said I had better go when he abruptly left the room in a huff. I speedily gathered all my clothes as if in a bad teen sex comedy and desperately made my way to the front door. He returned to the room and was booming at my exit without his being notified. He tried to apologize and asked me to stay and resume my activities with his wife, if you can believe that - I am sure he said that to appease her. It was far too late for me to even think about sex at that point. He then got into an argument with his wife, yelling once again and really becoming red-faced. She started crying and he suggested that I leave (duh!), but the security door was locked from the inside. I swore he would have pulled a gun had I turned my back to him. He then stomped off threatening me as he went back to their bedroom that I never did see. Finally, she hurriedly got a key and unlocked the gate, apologizing to me at which I fled. I started my 'Stang up, threw it in reverse and drove backwards when I saw him waving something runnin out the front door past his barely clad and through the opened gate. I drove straight backwards at like thirty miles an hour and threw my '68 fastback into a U like an action film stunt driver. I don't think I even breathed until I was completely around the corner at the end of their street. He later called, apologizing for his "over-reaction" to the situation and re-invited me to join them sexually - I declined.
It's amazing I ever attempted another threesome after that horriffic experience. I later deducted that he was jealous because of our spontaneous chemistry with each other that she apparently did not share with her supposedly understanding husband. She even called me later practically begging me for a possible fling without him, but I was having no part of that - I liked living. To this date, 15 years later, I have yet to feel sexually as I did with her in that brief, incomplete encounter, but the inherent danger I felt caused by her husband's emotional reaction kept me from ever contacting either of them again. I'm not saying that will happen with you, but who knows what might happen? Remember, you are dealing with souls... peoples' lives - not toys. You can never predict or control others' emotions or reactions should a jealous, green-eyed monster situation arise. People react to jealousy differently - just watch a soap opera... or the 10 O'Clock news... or read the obituaries.
Ted in AZ
We live only 9 houses away from this woman and since that time, she and I have become friends. Not super close, but friendly (walk the dogs on the beach sometimes). But once was enough for me, thank you!
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