We’ve been thinking about dipping into non-monogamy for quite a while. We visited a lifestyle club the last time we were in Vegas, and we planned to go to an awesome glow party before our childcare fell through. We had also talked a lot about having a threesome with a friend I’d pretty much had a crush on from the time I met him in the 7th grade until the time I met my husband.
Well, over spring break, we visited home, and we decided to give (we’ll call him) Jack a call. We made plans to do a brewery crawl, and our secret plan was to just explore whether he was single, still good looking, and fun to hang out with. I told my husband there was a 99.9% chance that nothing was going to happen. He bought condoms anyway, because he’s wiser than I am apparently. We me up, and it wasn’t long before I was able to check off both good looking and fun to hang out with. And then, almost on cue, he showed us a video on his phone, and he made an offhand comment about not worrying that there were any pictures on his phone to avoid, since he hadn’t been in a relationship in a while. My husband and I met eyes surreptitiously and smiled. All the boxes were checked. Still, the plan was just to hang out tonight. After a few more beers, and a really fun time, it seemed like Jack and I were getting a whole lot flirtier. At one point, my husband texted me “Your pussy is so fucking wet right now.” Of course it was, so I texted back, “Yep.” Then we connected really quickly when Jack went to the bathroom before we headed to the next bar.
“I think we’re really close to something happening,” I told him. “Are you still in?” “Umm, fuck yes. I’m fine with whatever happens. But I get it if it doesn’t happen tonight,” he replied without hesitation. Well, we went to the next bar and there was a pool table. Pool is my jam, and I’m pretty good at it, so I challenged Jack to a game. As we were playing, we found ourselves reminiscing. We were laughing and flirting so hard at one point, my husband later told me he went to the bathroom because he felt like a third wheel.
While my husband was gone, with the heady mix of pool confidence and alcohol, I somehow found the gall to ask Jack “so why did we never fuck?” The look on his face was absolutely priceless. His mouth literally hung open for seconds before he found words. When he finally answered he laughed, “I was going to ask you that.” The next minute or so is still a blur, but I seem to remember the gist of it being that he had not picked up the vibe that that was what I wanted. I think he thought he was being a gentleman. My next question dispelled him of the illusion that that was a choice. “Do you still want to fuck me?” “Yes,” he quickly answered. I let no time elapse before my next question, “would you like to have a threesome?” “Hell yes,” he again quickly answered. “Is this okay with your husband?” I laughed. “It was pretty much his idea.” My husband returned a few moments later with fresh beers. Jack was in the bathroom now, so I quickly pulled my husband to the side.
“I asked Jack if he wants to have a threesome.” My husband’s face mirrored the reaction I got from Jack earlier, and I had to laugh out loud. “You fucking asked what?” he inquired incredulously. It’s a much longer story from there. I just thought I’d share how how we clumsily and hilariously laid the groundwork for an amazing first experience. I’m including a few pictures. Jack is the one with the tattoos.