Jack’s Answer

The easy answer is, what’s not to like?  I know that that is a complete oversimplification, but if I had to sum up my feelings on threesomes in a single concise sentence, it would be that.  Make no mistake, a threesome may not be the zenith of human experience – I’m not saying that it’s not, just that it might not be – but I’m pretty sure that it’s the zenith of human sexual experience, or as close thereto as I’ve yet come.

I suppose if our relationship was less secure I might be less enthusiastic than I am, contrasting the extreme physical pleasure against the emotional lows including worries that bringing someone new into the bedroom will somehow change the dynamic between Jill and I for the worse.  But as of yet this has not been a concern of ours; quite the contrary, in fact.  We’ve seen not only our own relationship strengthened as a result, but also our friendship with our third.

So what do I like about threesomes?  As stated above, there’s the considerable physical pleasure – as well as the ego boost, I’ll admit – of being with two women who are, at least part of the time, focused on my sexual needs.  If one mouth on my cock is a turn-on, then two mouths must be a huge turn-on, right?  The sheer physical thrill is definitely the main appeal of a threesome.  For that matter let’s not discount how awesome it is to watch the two ladies interact.  Jill doesn’t eat pussy every day, so when she does it’s quite the spectacle.  And she’s so good at it that it’s hard to believe that she didn’t indulge at all her first time.

Another awesome thing about having a threesome is the variety.  I suppose that this is similar to what people in open relationships enjoy about being in them.  I love my wife.  I am attracted to her not only emotionally but physically as well.  I am certain that I will never feel for anyone else the kind of love and devotion that I feel for her.  And I sincerely doubt that I will ever enjoy sex with anyone as much as I do with her.  Simply put, there are many reasons why I married Jill and not someone else.  She is perfect for me.

But monogamy is difficult.  The thought of only seeing one woman naked for the rest of my life is daunting.  For that matter, the thought of only touching one woman for the rest of my life is something that I can’t easily face.  You have to appreciate what an asshole I feel like for saying that, because we’ve been conditioned by society to stop noticing other people to whom we’d otherwise be sexually attracted once we’re in a monogamous relationship.  I also note that it sounds like I don’t fully appreciate the degree of my wife’s beauty, and the breadth of her sexual open-mindedness.  But I do.

Fortunately, my wife is the sort of person who understands that my feelings aren’t a slight against her.  She knows that, when we’ve had another woman in our bed, it’s not about love.  We aren’t polyamorous; I doubt that we’d be able to handle such a situation even were it our goal.  No, we’re just after good sex.

Jill’s Answer

I fantasized about having sex with a woman long before I ever actually did it.  And I fantasized about threesomes as well, though not to the extent that Jack did.  In fact, I could be mistaken but I don’t know if I ever fantasized about having a threesome with a man and a woman before I met Jack.  And even when I did fantasize about it, I wasn’t always sure that it was something I wanted to actually try.  What if the other woman we brought to bed with us was somehow better than me?  What if she was in better shape, or sexier?  What if she had bigger tits, or a firmer ass?  What if she kissed better, sucked Jack’s cock better?  What if she made him cum faster?  What if he fell in love with her, and left me?  Looking back on these initial fears, some of them are really silly.  Obviously they are born from my own insecurity and my fears that our then-fledgling relationship wasn’t as strong as it actually was, and still is.

Now that I’ve had a few threesomes I can say that one of the most gratifying things, if not the most gratifying thing, is the opportunity to play with another woman.  I identify as heterosexual, and the first time we had a threesome I was interacting with the other woman primarily for Jack’s arousal.  But it didn’t take long to realize that I enjoyed it in and of itself.  I find women attractive, and I enjoy touching and kissing them.  I don’t know whether that makes me bisexual, but I’m not preoccupied with finding out.  Last weekend I played with our usual third without Jack present, and I found the experience erotic and exhilarating despite the overall lack of cock.

Another thing I enjoy about threesomes is compersion.  I love knowing that Jack is enjoying himself.  There was a time when I would have felt threatened by watching him interact sexually with another woman.  There was a time when I would have felt slighted knowing that another woman made him cum.  But Jack is my lover, my partner, and my best friend.  I want him to be happy, and I’m not so self-centered and delusional as to believe that I am the only one who can give him this happiness.  Threesomes are not about love, they are about sex.  Once I realized that there was no real threat to our marriage or to the loving relationship we’ve cultivated every day since we’ve been together, I was able to see that having threesomes would actually bring us closer together.  And they have!

It helps that our usual third is a close friend.  Jack has known her for more than twenty years.  She trusts us, and we trust her, so much so that we recently lifted our embargo on telling personal friends about this blog.  But so complete is our mutual trust that we probably could have told her years ago.  Any trepidation I had upon inviting her into our bedroom for the first time disappeared when she told me that she wanted our first threesome to be all about me and my pleasure, and not hers or even Jack’s necessarily.  It may not have been what Jack wanted to hear her say, exactly, but it proved to both of us that she was the right person.

That is not to say that threesomes are nothing but nonstop fun and pleasure.  As is the case with our blog, there are times when my Catholic upbringing rears its head.  I sometimes worry that our antics will be found out and we will be judged harshly.  I imagine that my family will ostracize me, assume that I have no self-esteem, and criticize my marriage or suggest that I divorce my husband who has obviously manipulated me into compromising my traditional values.  My lifelong friends will assume that I can’t take care of my man and look down their noses at me.  But I don’t dwell on these thoughts for long.  The things I love about threesomes vastly outweigh the things that stress me out.