More On My First (And Only) Threesome

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(This is an excerpt from a message exchange I had with another user, Son of John, on 12/06/2013.)

I'm also like you in that I love to watch my wife with someone else. It's so completely different than just watching porn, in that the woman involved is special to you.

When our threesome was going strong, the only thing that I insisted on was that I always be present when she and Steve fucked. First, it was because I liked to watch them, and second was because I knew that I'd never get any details about that session any other way. You see, my wife is extremely uncomfortable talking about sex (she was like that even back when she and Steve were fucking regularly and her sexual horizon was greatly expanded.) Consequently, getting any details out of her after the fact was/is like pulling teeth with plastic salad tongs, plus she gets really angry if I push for more info. Frankly, I'd have been a lot more likely to let them go out and fuck privately, if I'd been certain that I'd be able to get a "blow-by-blow" retelling of the session from one (or both) of them later. (As an aside, Steve was fine with talking about fucking my wife, but only in general terms like how wet she got, or how her erect nipples compared to other women he'd fucked, or the way her pussy felt when he was cumming in her and she was tightly wrapped around his cock. I'd never get specifics like how long they fucked, what positions they used, did either one of the perform oral on the other, that sort of thing. What I did get was, alas, just not enough for me.)

As a result, the two of them only fucked once without me being present during the entire six months that the threesome lasted, and even then I showed up in time to watch them finish up. In that particular case, she called me at work in the middle of the day and asked if I minded if she and Steve when out to one of our regular swimming holes and sunbathed. I told I was fine with that and then she hit me with, "Uh... what if he wants to have sex?" I reminded her of the "I have to be present" rule (which Steve and she had both already agreed to) and she replied with, "Well, it's just that I don't want him to be frustrated or disappointed." I didn't want to be the bad guy, so I grudgingly gave my consent. After she hung up, I raced through my current work and then set some kind of record getting home, changing clothes, and rushing out to the swimming hole. Given the short amount of time that they'd been there before me and the observation that they were already well past any foreplay and were fucking in earnest by the time I arrived, I could only assume that they'd probably decided to fuck while they were driving out, rather than it just happening spontaneously after they arrived.

You and I talk about other guys fucking our wives, but it was different in my threesome and that's at least part of why it ultimately fell apart. As I mentioned above, my wife is really uncomfortable talking about sex and she is especially resistant to using the word "fuck" (unless she's using it to swear.) So, when she and Steve talked about sex with each other (regardless of whether I was alone with one of them or we were all together), they both referred to it as "making love." That always felt (to me) like a very uncomfortable invasion of what I considered my personal territory. When my wife and I fuck, sometimes it's just that and other times it's "making love." However, when she fucks other guys, I don't want any "love" involved, I want it to "just be sex."

So, that's part of what caused our threesome to fail. I always considered Steve a better sex partner than me. He was much more limber, weighed a lot less, and had a TON more stamina when actually fucking. To this day, I'm sure that my wife enjoyed fucking him more than she enjoyed fucking me. She insists that's not true, but while her voice told me that, her physical behavior around him shouted otherwise. In the end, our threesome failed because she wanted him so much that I was beginning to feel neglected and ignored, and because I was afraid that she WAS actually falling in love with him. (When I confessed that to her, many years later, she replied that it was just infatuation. My experience has been that love usually begins as infatuation, so her statement just added more validity to my concerns.)

To this day, I don't really blame Steve very much for the threesome failing. At the worst, I might say that he was a little mercenary about what amounted to pretty much constant access to free pussy. (I know that my wife has much more antagonistic feelings about his departure, as she doesn't feel like he made any attempt to offer a gracious farewell to her and, as a result, she feels like he used her.) If anything, I blame my wife and myself equally for the failure. I blame her for not paying attention and letting her lust for Steve cause her to develop tunnel vision with regard our own relationship. I blame myself for not asserting more concrete ground rules at the beginning, and for not immediately speaking to about my concerns and feelings to her immediately when they began to manifest themselves.
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