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The first time
The first time
A few months went by. I guess I felt somewhat at ease that I had my wife's blessing to play, but I sort of stopped looking. Maybe having the door left wide open was too much to bare: I couldn't take the definitive step into what lay beyond.
What finally led me through the threshold was an email I received from one of the couples my wife and I had played with as a couple. The husband asked if I wanted to help him take his boat out for a test drive (it had been docked for over a year and he had recently repaired it). I asked if the invitation was a couples thing, and he said that it would be just us guys doing manly things. I accepted.
The following weekend he drove to my house and we took off. Bought some beer and some food for the day, and hit the water. After making sure everything worked, we started talking about our experience together (two encounters, plus other non sexual meetings we'd had as couples). We basically agreed that we were a good match, but that at least for us (my wife and I ), there was too much going on and that it was not a good moment to continue the sexual aspect of our relationship.
This was all fine, he said that there would never be any pressure to do anything. And then he hit me with it: his wife was having a birthday next month and, since it was her fantasy to have a threesome, he thought that I would be the perfect candidate. She liked me, she trusted me, and she liked my wife. The big question for them was whether my wife would be okay "lending" me out to another couple.
I didn't outright state my current predicament. Even though my wife gave me permission to play, I wasn't sure how she would feel about me playing with them (they were, after all, people we befriended as a couple).
When I got home that afternoon, I brought it up with my wife. She, very casually, said that if I felt comfortable playing with them and if they both wanted me to join them, then she had no problem either. Next day I called the husband up, and he told me that his wife was having second thoughts: she didn't want to betray my wife (for whom she felt genuine affection). The only thing I could think was that maybe if they talked, then maybe my wife could help set her at ease. Over the next few days, they spoke on the phone a few times, and finally, one evening, the husband called me to say that his wife had reached a verdict: she wanted to experience a threesome for her birthday and I was the lucky guy they wanted in bed with them.
Two weeks later, one Saturday evening, I left my house and headed out to dinner with them. When I got back at 2 a.m., having experienced my first threesome, I was no longer a virgin to the joys of sex without my wife being present. Physically, I felt like a giant among the monogamous. Emotionally, I still had to wage a war with the demons of guilt. If it felt so good doing it, why did confusion set in as I drove home to my wife?