So far this summer and spring have kept me relatively home bound in the sense that my garden has taken priority over everything else. Some time ago my husband told PC that he is no longer a guest but family, so he was to make himself at home by making his own damned coffee and food sometimes. My husband does not present things in a romantic light but what he says can be counted on. PC has been here every weekend, gardening alongside me and playing xbox with my husband.
The sleeping arrangement blows big donkey balls some of the time but more on that later.
I have now enough confidence to say this without hesitation; these two men are completely different in every way. I usually sit between them on the couch, each of them with their own comfortable end, and often find myself having some like an outer body experience. I sit there and carefully look around me, to my right PC will be fingering his tablet or smart phone and to my left my husband is pounding away on the xbox controller.
Though I am filled with a great deal of pride in all of us, I am certainly impressed with them the most. On the surface it would seem that I am the lucky one because there are two cocks in the house and I get to have sex with someone other than the person I married. Yeah it is pretty great but actually on weekend when we are all here I rarely get sex at all.
These two men have not only managed to come to terms with me but each other. They have actually managed to cultivate their own friendship where both men speak highly of one another. It is no simple task sitting in a house for days on end with a man you know is boiking your woman but most impressive is that … well there is no other way to say this so I should just write it out:
You know you have something rather unique when your bf walks in on your husband in the bathroom and the reaction from both of them is ‘that was bound to happen’.
The comfort level is more apparent after my husband gave PC his ‘you are now family’ talk and I sometimes have to remind myself to not take it all for granted. It would be easy to just let things form into a hard solid mass of routine where all three of us allow the circumstances to relieve us of responsibility to one another.
One night my husband came through the door with a large bottle of red wine ‘to celebrate’ a workplace transaction. Now remember my husband does not drink, not one drop, and it is not that out of the ordinary for him to buy me wine but my senses were in overtime and I was alert by instinct that something else was going on. PC and I were happy for D so we shared the wine and congratulated my husband on the good news.
I am of French Canadian extraction, I have been drinking wine since I was six and I claim cultural rights as an excuse in my ability to finish off a bottle myself – and the fact I can drink it like others do soda – but I was careful this time. I drank the first glass as I normally would but I barely filled my second and took great pains to sip at it like a newbie. PC poured himself a second glass and took his place at my right on the couch, my husband to my left – I kept my eye on my husband.
“This was really nice of you D, thank you. I am glad to hear about _______” I said. He took my hand in his in a way that was not of affection but more guide dog and firmly put it on his leg. I had not had that much wine; I became all business in an instant before he ever said a word. “Well I was also hoping you would get naked and we could take advantage of you” he said.
There it was.
There are some things I know for a fact, the most important being to trust my instinct – I am rarely wrong. The other is men, for all their qualities and faults, they truly are wonderful creatures and you can count on them to surprise you most of the time. I do so love them but I do know my husband very well.
Now one has to be very careful here; our triad does not have sex together. I am not one to make a scene and there are several ways I could have handled this, I chose to smile and take a sip of wine and laugh it off. This was to give us all a chance at laughing it off and it never being brought up again. Maybe he was joking, my husband can be playful but I am a big believer that if someone means something they will often repeat it – and he did.
An hour had passed before he brought it up again but this time I chose to give him the look. Yes our mothers all had them and our dads were also subject to them, our husbands are no different. Now I did not give him the ‘shut the hell up before I rip your ball sack out through your nose’ look but went with the ‘shush now sweetie it’s not going to happen’ look. PC was saying nothing but we had both stopped drinking our wine.
The remained of our weekend passed without great event, I had made a mental note to bring this up with each of them because there was no need to possibly embarrass someone or hurt someone’s feelings. After PC took his leave I sat down with my husband first. What is important to remember here is that I was not angry, hurt or upset but it needed to be addressed so that it did not happen again.
My husband explained that he thought it would be a lot easier on me, having both of them there, the fact that I trust them both and I believe him – that is how he thinks and I appreciate that. I carefully explained that some time ago when I was asked about this possible threesome we had all just lightly touched on the subject and it was a clear NO back then and so should remain. Things change, as I said the comfort factor is huge here, so I was not bothered that my husband naturally thought ‘hey why not’
I also had to explain that PC is different than we are, as a couple and as individuals, his experience might be limited to some threesome activities but what we have here could change all three relationships or might not – however the risk assessment is far too high not in my favour – I felt protective of PC not that my husband would take advantage on purpose but again there is the fact that things seem easy when all three of us spend this much time together.
I later spoke with PC privately and assured him that I had talked to my husband, I wanted PC to know that D was serious – he knew that – but also that I have not ignored his desires and limits. I felt confidend speaking on PC’s behalf and because I did I felt it was important he knew about the conversation. There was no harm done and no one’s feelings were hurt and nothing came up during PC’s next visit.
Now at this point you would think ‘no harm no foul’ and things will move along as they were but I am not that simple as to overlook something my husband wanted. Like a lot of people we want things and we will take the easy route over the possible time and work that goes into getting what we want because that can often lead to disappointment. I guess what I am saying here is that instead of ignoring and pushing aside my husband’s interest I have chosen to look at it more closely.
Not only does my husband want to fuck me but he actually enjoys the entertainment of watching me with others – this is pleasing for us both – but takes great care is being actively involved in my sexual pleasure. We have had threesomes before and that big ball of solid comfort I mentioned – when everyone is fucking and doing their own thing, doing certain things together can be overlooked. I took it as a signal my husband is ready to invite someone else over for a threesome.
Could I be wrong? Maybe, it is pretty cool having friends over and let things happen but we don’t have those kinds of friends. Some planning is needed and involved and since the golden rule is ‘the woman decides’ I have chosen to take up the work and time myself and relieve my husband of that endeavour.
My plan is this: to entertain him, more so than he has yet been entertained and to show him how much it is I appreciate him above all others and trust him completely with my sexuality. One man will not do, I am thinking this time two or three. I am not yet sure if I want him to just watch and have me afterwards or if I want him to join in and be immediately involved – that part is kind of up to him at the time I guess but there is something hot about telling him to charge the video camera because at 9 I am expecting guests. Then it is kind of hot going through it with him, talking about it and planning together… oh the options.
As of right now I am simply in the negotiating part of finding these men – I have several emails going back and forth but I will not bore you with the ‘how to plan group sex’ entry because they are endless on the internet. I will however throw out a word of wisdom to anyone who is willing to pick it up, some people are subtle, some are not, but if you are not looking in the right direction you can miss it all together. It makes perfect sense to me that my husband, that shares me with another man privately, would want to share me in a situation were he too can get something out of it.