Threesome, threeway, menage a trois… the specific FFM or however you wish to name it… my first experience with a male and another female… it was fun, an adventure, but also an uneasy psychological battle (even if it had been triumphant in the end). That was a real test of if I truly felt strong enough about my own feminine and raw, sexual powers, of ignoring my self-consciousness and fighting off an insistent, nagging sense of jealousy.
(Pic credit: Three Lovers by Théodore Géricault, 1791-1824)
Truth be told, I agreed to it to please the man, to continue in the unconventional (some might add: immoral) relationship I had with him. I don’t encourage anyone to agree to a threesome or orgy only to please another person, it could be damaging to your sense of self-worth, but I came away from the experience feeling stronger about myself, and quite a bit proud. The jealousy ate at me during all that night, but I discovered that you could live with jealousy and still survive it. He was impressed that I was able to enjoy myself during the night, and felt that our bond with each other was stronger because of it… his logic was: not many “couples” (I wonder if he said it just to make me feel happy with the illusion of being a sham “couple” with him for just one night?) could enjoy threesomes together. True, but after that experience, what I realised even more than that was that: I am strong, sexy and good enough to be enjoyed alone. I don’t ever have to agree to anything just to please anyone, much less just to cling onto a relationship that never was mine.
Anyway, that experience found its way into a much sweeter fictional version titled, Marion’s First Menage which is included in my short story collection, It Is Time and Other Stories. Just for a teaser, here’s the opening as an excerpt to my threesome tale, “Marion’s First Menage,” enjoy!
Tonight marked a milestone: my first threesome with Lex and another woman. Truth be told, I had moments of insecurity: what if he fell in love with her, or what if he preferred her to me? But those thoughts never plagued my mind for too long. The honesty and love that Lex had proven to me over the time we had been together consoled me and lent me courage. I am glad I agreed to it; as strange as it may sound, the menage has strengthened our relationship. But let me start from the beginning.
Lex was my crush from work. It had been a case of lightning-flash love at first sight for me. His tall, lean figure, neat sandy hair, thin lips and his sardonic brown eyes knocked the wind out of me that fateful afternoon. I stammered when he introduced himself in his easy, good-natured way. I could swear the blush he induced on my cheeks never faded during that eight-hour workday. As it turned out, he liked me shy. My timid behavior urged him on; we soon became a pair.
He brought out the adventurous woman in me. It was in his nature to experiment, to try out everything interesting life had to offer, and he encouraged me to experience it as a fellow explorer. The first time he mentioned enjoying a woman together, I thought I must have heard wrong. Lex simply repeated his question, and added, “Have you never thought of touching another girl?”
The tone of his voice was neutral: he was simply asking about facts. Piqued, I allowed my memory to float back and found, to my own surprise, instances where I had desired other women. I distinctly remembered my infatuation over Alice, the softball team leader back in high school. The communal showers had been a source of embarrassment for me throughout the academic year: my nipples were constantly perky from arousal, and I sorely wanted to ease the tension in my wet and needy pussy; all the while the object of my affection was standing naked in the bathroom with me, rubbing shampoo over her perfect curls and lathering mandarin-scented body gel over her toned body. I recalled long summer nights lying in bed, thinking of her and teasing my clit into a frenzy, deliberately holding off my climax just so I could fantasize about her adorable face a few moments longer.
Why had I never acted on it, I wondered? That was when I realized that there was another persona somewhere inside me: a sex-positive, daring and confident female who was happy to embrace opportunities. Associating myself with the ideal of such a fearlessly sexy woman freed me of my inhibitions. It felt liberating to believe that I could be wanton like that, so I took my first step towards my goal: I agreed to finding a playmate to join us for one evening.
It took us two months to find the perfect girl: Irene. We found her on an adult website. It was exciting opening up an account there and be browsing through so many anonymous profiles. The act of searching for Irene was an interesting process in itself: it led to discussions of the type of personalities Lex and I admired in a woman, which in turn helped us understand each other better. The many conversations we had with Irene over the Internet gave me a thrill I never knew existed: it was exhilarating to hunt for a friendly sex partner.
We arranged to meet tonight. Lex knew I would be nervous, so he asked me over to his place earlier this afternoon. He dressed casually: faded blue jeans under his favorite white jersey. Perhaps he wanted me to relax and feel that today was just another Saturday that we were spending together.
At around six, my phone buzzed. A quick glance revealed that it was Irene, saying that she was on her way. Butterflies flew in my abdomen as I felt myself getting wet, anticipating what the night would bring. I locked eyes with Lex; his smile showed me how transparent my mixed emotions were to him. He used a sure-fire way to calm me down: he fingered me.
I could still feel the heat in my cheeks as I sat back up afterwards, wrapping the blanket around me, and snuggling back to his side. I smiled when I remembered that slight disbelief in his voice when he testily slid his finger in me and found that I was already drenched. “You ready to be fucked?”
His gentle, low voice made me purr my answer. He then opened me up and deftly pushed two fingers inside, curling up to that spot he knew would send me over the edge. I wondered how he could still be surprised by his own powers over me. He had become the invisible person to whom I directed all my internal monologues towards; he literally owned my mind.
“It’s about time,” he said, licking my juice from his fingers. “She said she was on her way about…” he looked endearingly at my flushed face, “twenty minutes ago?”
I shrugged my shoulders to hide my deepening blush. I got up alongside him, ready to pick up our sexy playmate.
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