Two became Three: How we opened up our relationship

Sharing Fantasies

Do you talk with your partner about your fantasies? In previous relationships, I didn’t dare share what I conjured up while wanking alone. Or those moments while fucking, getting close to coming with this or that specific hot scenario playing through my mind. I kept that tightly under lock and key.

My man and I share our fantasies with each other, and it’s made our sex-life what it is. If we hadn’t shared our fantasies, he would have remained just a friend, and we certainly wouldn’t be so adventurous in the bedroom department. Actually, now I think about it, I would have a far more savoury hobby than this, sharing the smuttiest corners of my mind with you!

Our opening up of our relationship was a long process. It started a few years ago. I was on my hands and knees in front of my man, he was on the sofa, dick presented. And I was doing that thing I take such great pleasure in doing, sucking him off. I was wearing just a suspender-belt, stockings, and nothing else – we both remember that clearly.

Looking down at me, his expression pure hot lust, he said, “all we need now, is a guy taking you from behind.”

And oh, how my clit and cunt reacted to that. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I asked if he was serious, and he said he was. We grinned at each other, delighted with this idea. It set us up for some serious horn, that we’re still reeling from years later.

Right now, he’s pottering about behind me making dinner, I’m sitting at the kitchen table. We’ve just talked about this, sharing the memory together.

It’s a Sunday evening as I write. As usual, we have spent the whole day teasing each other to the edge of reason. We’re going to fuck later, but for now, it’s all about making us ache with our desire for each other. He says sharing these memories is not helping with the heavy-balls feeling he has, and he’s loving it.

I’m writing this, because I want to share our journey to threesome happiness with you. We’ve had mishaps, and we were completely naive. But there were some encounters we made with random men along the way that were so mind-blowingly hot; I’ll blog about a couple in the future.

What did we want?

We went to an open swinger’s party, just to get a feel for things. I got in free, he had to pay a whopping eighty Euro for the privilege of setting foot in the building.

Nothing happened that night, all we did was look around. I felt so uncomfortable though, it was so brazenly in-your-face, the clothes people had chosen, the direct gazes, checking you out, weighing you up, and in the end the surreal became farcical. We drove the long trip home in a bit of a giggly daze.

After this, we talked about what we wanted. Though I find many women extremely sexy, I knew that I didn’t want to have sex with a woman, even as a threesome. It’s just not my thing. But I was open to the idea of us swinging, just not party swinging.

He said the big turn on for him was the thought of sharing me, of me pleasing and being pleased by two guys at the same time, or of watching me with another guy. He had no interest in other women.

I want to be clear here, cuckolding his not his thing at all. It’s not about that kind of power dynamic.

He tells me this often; it’s my enthusiasm in the moment that is just the hottest thing for him. Let me give you an example: Watching me suck our friend’s cock that first time on holiday. How I took control in the moment and my relentlessness, that I didn’t let up at all, until he came down my throat.

This enthusiasm of mine, this driving need to please. Uh, but it’s more than that, and it’s hard to explain. The need I have in those moments, to give myself up completely to the ultimate pleasure of him or the other guy, that is the thing that fires me up, that makes my cunt ache with the desire to be filled, and it’s exactly that, that gets him so horny.

Seeing me reeling in my heat. Watching me being a fuck-toy, or a sub or even acting the dom to another guy is so powerfully hot for him.

So, the idea was born from him looking down at me and imagining a guy behind me fucking me while I had him in his mouth. And it turned out we didn’t want more than just a third guy.

How to begin?

We knew now what we wanted, but how to go about it?

We had such conversations early on. He said he found the idea of sharing me super-hot, especially when he’s feeling horny. But, what if after he comes, he doesn’t want the third person to be there anymore. How do we even imagine this, do we just find a series of random dick owners, or do we try to build something up with someone and have a continuous thing with just them.

I couldn’t imagine just a set of casual hook-up anonymous fucks, but he could. He found it really hot that we might just meet a stranger in a hotel and fuck together, or watch me blowing said dude.

We both thought the idea of having a single long-term third would be nice. But that would take such a commitment of time, of getting to know each other and building mutual respect between all three of us, before we even fucked. We were prepared to do this, but how could we expect that another person would be?

And that brought us back to the question of what happens if we emotionally crash after the high is over? We can’t string someone along, getting to know them, building the trust and then after the first encounter say: oh, sorry, this poly thing isn’t for us after all.

So, we decided to go down the semi-anonymous one-night-stand route, just to test the water. I felt body insecure in those days and thought I should probably buff up a bit. I got busy with my home gym. This involves watching streamed videos, approximating what I see, waving weights around, and collapsing out of planks and mountain climbers.

Joining Poly-Dating Websites

We decided to set ourselves up on a poly-dating site. He did some research and chose one. We registered, filled out a questionnaire about what we like and don’t like, set up our profiles and chose some pictures.

He chose this gorgeous picture of us, him on the sofa, me sitting between his legs on the floor. He had his hands clasped loosely in front of my chest. That night was a Sunday, we were post coital, he was dressed again, I was nude. You could see my chin, and it stopped short of showing my tits. The picture speaks volumes about the dynamics in our relationship.

*It’s Friday and I’m editing this piece. Figured I might as well include these pictures.*

Idiot that I am, I chose a completely in your face picture of me that’s not even good. I’m wearing a black body suit, with my tits hanging out on clear display and a set of nipple clamps attached to me, badly.

His profile picture was by far the nicer, but mine seemed to go viral on the dating platform and we had such comments. Though we had specified our interests and intention, we were stunned by the amount of random attention we had coming in, and in a panic, I deleted our account.

We talked again and set up another profile on another poly site. This time we were more cautious, more specific, less free and easy. No pictures, at least at the start. We explained who we were and what we were looking for. And though we looked, we didn’t contact anyone. It took a little while, probably because of the lack of pictures, but eventually we had our first messages.

First Encounters: a series of one-night stands

There was one particular guy who we found interesting. His profile seemed so clearly honest somehow. He was a lot older than us, but that didn’t matter one bit. We exchanged messages, got to know him enough to know he seemed as straight-up as his profile. We shared our “limits” and agreed to meet.

And oh, the sex was crazily hot. He was kind and thoughtful, experienced in this kind of threesome setup, and patient. We did our first ever spit-roast in a room on the fifth floor of a city hotel overlooking water. And we were shameless with all the lights on and the curtains wide open. Uhh, it felt so good to be taken from both ends for the first time in my life. It still sticks in memory as one of the hottest sex sessions we’ve had.

When we were finished, he left us, and we stayed up very late that night. We talked about how it had made us feel, checked our psychological states together and had delicious sex for long hours. We talked again the next day, and the next, until we were desperate to try it again, and we put out our combined feelers to find another dick owner.

After some more wonderful, some thoroughly dodgy experiences, and one sordidly delicious arrangement involving four other dick owners and keeping me on edge all evening, we decided it was very definitely for us. We wanted to find a longer-term partner.

Seeking a long-term Third

We updated our profile again, stating our new desire, being clear that we would have to spend time getting to know the new person, before we would commit to anything. There was a little interest, but the spark needed to be there for all three of us. There were some I liked, but he didn’t, one he did, but I just couldn’t imagine having sex with that guy at all.

We chatted with a guy for a while who was also in an open relationship. We got on really well, there was this relaxed ease between us. But he very fairly concluded the commitment would be too much of a strain on his own relationship with his partner.

In the end, out of desperation, we looked at our friend circle. There really was only one person we both thought could possibly fit the bill. And we were so lucky. He was so very open to talking about it with us, and I discovered that the sexual respect I felt for him was reciprocated.

Coming together with Him

We first met him in a game we used to play together, and all of us clearly remember that first meeting. In this game, they both used to order me around, which I absolutely loved. He used to make such seemingly innocent flirtatious innuendos. I developed a lurking crush, which I didn’t try to hide from my man.

Our friendship was built purely through voice chat, and it very quickly escaped the bounds of the online game we used to play together. We would spend hours at a time talking, sharing music and random thoughts. We even watched films together simultaneously, though in separate countries.

The relationship between him and my man has also always been very special. There’re often undertones of flirtation in how they interact, though they aren’t sexually interested in each other.

And there’s such basic honesty between us all. From those early times, I’ve always felt this gorgeous sense of peace and well-being, a feeling of being at home when the three of us are together.

This respect element in our threesome is so very important. It’s as important as the trust part. We both trust him completely, and he has never let us down. Though he did nearly make me come in the shower, but that was a power play and we both knew it. And the respect has been there from the beginning.

We agreed to meet in person on neutral territory before we committed. A mutual friend, who had no idea of the deeper motives of the meeting, hosted us. And it was clear from the very first intense looks, the first tentative gentle, electrifying hugs we gave each other, that the decision was a foregone conclusion.

We spent the whole weekend in a firepit of lust and desire, all three of us, and a few weeks later he visited us for the first time. Mmh.