My husband and I had a threesome and I think it confirmed how much I just want to fuck my husband [FMF]

I cannot in good conscience advocate for threesomes or open marriages. I've seen them break some of the strongest couples I know. If you feel like your marriage needs fixing or want to "spice things up," please do not have a threesome. This only worked for us because both our marriage and sex life is so solid. Plus we had had many discussions before about what it would look like.

We also never really sought out a threesome or tried to plan anything. Our attitude was always if it happens, it happens. If not, we get to fuck each other. That's enough and it's awesome.

My husband and I joke that we must give off poly vibes. I'm kinky and he's the most attractive person I've ever met, so I suppose it isn't terribly shocking that we've been approached with a multitude of non-monogamous offers. My husband is tragically straight with limits our pool by quite a bit and we immediately said that any close friends and exes are off the table.

The real barrier? As it turns out, we have VERY different tastes in women.

Yes, I see the irony of saying I disagree with my husband's taste in women, but I'm the exception.

One of our friends broke the mold. She doesn't live here, but makes it a point to visit when she can. She artistic, smart, beautiful, and genuinely interesting. I'm saying all this because our decade long friendship with this woman does not come from our desire to fuck her. She's sincerely one of the sweetest women in my circle of friends and the only reason we're not close is because she lives on the opposite coast.

She just also happens to be so hot that she is everyone's type. My husband and I have joked about it for years, but it was more of an abstract concept. We never understood why she was still single and joked she could have anyone, including us.

So anyway, my ex lives in my basement. If this seems odd, it certainly is. When we moved to the suburbs and he got kicked out of his apartment for fucking his roommate, this was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. Then I had a baby and this temporary arrangement became more of a permanent thing.

Theres a lot to unpack here. Some folks have not been thrilled about this arrangement but I promise we have transitioned to something that looks more like siblings. There is no underlying tension.

While my husband was putting our baby down, my ex and dear friend broke out the wine on our patio. Truth be told, I kind of thought the two of them would fuck, but they weren't really flirting. She seemed annoyed by his arrogance and he didn't like that she kept bringing up politics.

They wouldn't really be a good couple anyway because she's a well-adjusted human and he's a mess, but they're both hot so I thought they might fuck.

Somehow, someway the subject of threesomes were brought up.

"Have you even had a threesome?" My ex asked me. "It doesn't seem like your thing."

I laughed because I thought he was joking, but his stare remained blank.

"You're kidding right? I had a threesome with YOU."

"Oh shit, I forgot about that. It didn't really feel like a threesome."

"What did it feel like?" My friend asked.

"Oh, it was with one of my old buddies so it more felt like we were just two dudes who happen to be fucking the same girl."

"He sucked your dick!" I protested.

"Yeah but only I tied you up and made you watch. THATS what was getting me off. Not the actual dick sucking. I just liked fucking with you."

"That's commitment," I scoffed.

My friend looked between us, absolutely horrified. "Please tell me this friendly dick sucking wasn't from her husband."

"Oh god no!" I laughed. "This was over a decade ago. [My husband] and I have actually never had a threesome."

"Because you don't want it?" She asked with a little too much curiosity in her tone.

"Oh no, it just hasn't happened for us. We've talked about it and it's cool if it happens organically, but it's not something we're seeking out, you know?"

"Plus, it'd be with another girl, right?" She asked again. "I can't imagine him with another guy in the room."

"Oh yeah, if it WERE to happen it'd be with a girl, but I've made peace with the fact that it probably won't work out."

"I don't know, V!" She clicked her tongue. "I've fucked a lot of married couples. You two have the right vibe."

"You've fucked a lot of married couples?" My ex perked up and glanced between the two of us with a cocky grin. "Do tell."

She shrugged. "It's not unlike a hobby. I'm on an app for couples seeking it. The stakes are always low because I know it's going to be casual. It's a valuable service I feel I can provide."

You see why I get along with this girl.

"Can I ask you something?" My friend continued as she turned to me. "How's the sex life after a baby?"

"Oh I can answer that!" My ex laughed, "they fuck like rabbits. Especially lately. It's one of the joys of living below them."

He doesn't even pay rent. He CHOOSES to live with us, but I digress…

"Don't take this the wrong way because I get that your husband is super hot and all, but do you ever miss having sex with women?" She asked with a hint of mischief. "When I met you I think you were mostly just with women."

"Not really," I shrugged. "He's like… Really good at sex so it's not like I'm unsatisfied. I guess I miss playing with boobs sometimes, but I can't hold his anatomy against him."

"You can just play with mine," she giggled as she got up and announced she needed more wine. "I paid enough for them and they don't get nearly enough mileage."

My ex raised an eyebrow. "So… What's up with that?"

"What?"

"Dude, that girl wants to fuck you so badly. She's practically dripping with tension. She brought up threesomes with married couples, made it very clear she thinks you're both attractive, and she just offered to let you feel her up. How much more clear can she be?"

"What?" I waved him off. "It's not like that. We've been friends for years. I was kind of hoping you two would hit it off, but sometimes you're too honest with people you meet."

He has no filter and some of his ideas are inarguably harsh and irrational. For example, he went off about how much he hated boob jobs that evening, not knowing my friend had indeed had a breast augmentation after surviving breast cancer. Instead of apologizing, he shrugged and said hers weren't too bad. Asshole.

Oh yeah… That's another part of this story. My friend is a cancer survivor. Her boyfriend left her halfway through treatment because it was "just too hard" and then tried to get her back when she was in recovery. Since then, she's understandably had major trust issues and tends to pick folks where it's obvious a future together is impossible. That's why the comment about fucking married couples didn't exactly shock me.

She deserved better than that. I get angry when I think about it.

"She is NOT into me. We wouldn't be compatible anyway," my ex shook his head and downed his wine.

"How would you even know that?" I shot back.

"Please," he scoffed. "That girl would not like being told what to do. She gives off top vibes. Which is conveniently why this is perfect for you."

"You realize I'm actually married right? Like, happily married. And I just had a baby. Ive had enough new experiences with my body this year."

"So what? It's not like you're dead. You handcuffed [your husband] to a chair last week and edged him with your mouth for an hour."

Yeah I did!

"I tell you too much."

"So what's the problem? She's hot."

"This is your fantasy, not mine. You're a dirty old man. I JUST had a baby."

"Are you self conscious about that? That's fucking dumb. Don't be dumb."

One thing about K is that his lack of empathy can actually manifest as refreshingly honest and simple reality check.

"No I just… Everything is different."

"If you think you're different, you are. I get it, but I also know there's a piece of you in there that's still… you." He got up and kissed the top of my head. "You were never one to not do something because you're scared. As your strictly platonic former sex partner, your body is rocking right now."

He can be sweet when he wants to be.

I went in and found her doing dishes, which I quickly put a stop to and told her to relax while I cleaned. She sat on the counter and we continued to laugh about her recent sexual adventures.

Despite everything she's been through she is still a freak. We bonded early over our sexual liberating outlook.

If you can't tell, I really do love and respect this woman. That's not an embellishment.

"Is it not weird having your ex live with you?" She asked casually.

"Weird doesn't begin to describe it but sometimes family picks you. Sometimes I don't know if we need him or he needs us more. He does a lot around here."

"He's that ex though, right? The one you used to get rough with?"

"Um… Yeah. A really long time ago. It's not like that anymore if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh I was just thinking you'd be REALLY fun to get rough with. You like being dominated, right? That's your thing? I bet it's very fun to watch."

I paused and watched her carefully. I've known this girl half my life and she's never openly flirted with me. He also has very messy black curls and I couldn't help but notice she had finally let her hair down and let it spill over her shoulder in a way that looked particularly inviting. I got the urge to pull it.

But we're just friends… Right?

"I um… Yeah. Why? What's your thing?"

"Oh like if I was with you I'd probably sit on your face and make you spell out my name with your tongue. Or I could tie you up and fuck your husband in front of you if that's something you'd still get off to."

My jaw dropped as I spun around and stared at her.

"I'm joking, V!" She laughed.

Was she though? Things were getting weird.

"Are you?"

She hopped down from the counter and ran her thumb across my lower lip. "Do you want me to be joking?"

She put her lips on mine then and leaned her body into me. I had almost forgotten what it was like to feel breasts pressed against my own.

In almost every story I've written with a woman I make it a point to talk about that moment. It's my favorite thing about woman on woman sex. Whoever said gay sex is unnatural has never experienced mutual nipple stimulation.

The moment we collided I pulled her closer and ran my hand across her waist so there was no space between us. I moved my open palm up and down to feel her curves and felt a familiar pull as my stomach dropped and I got wet. I wanted to know what she tasted like and its feel for her to tighten around my fingers. I wanted her to tell me what to do and delay my orgasm until I begged for it. I wanted to watch my husband fuck her and study his face as he buried himself inside of her and lost it as he got off.

But I pulled away.

I was breathing heavier than I expected as I gaped at her and tried to stop myself from looking down her shirt which had conveniently been pushed down. Her tousled hair wasn't doing much to disrupt my fixation either, and the confidence in the way she was taking in my reaction just made me want her more.

"We have to… I have to check with… Um, we can't just… What's happening?"

"You two have never had a threesome, right?" She asked. "Would you want to?"

"We've made out with other women together and we've talked about if it ever did happen in marriage therapy."

"Kinky."

"We get kinky! We just haven't had the opportunity. Jesus. I'm really distracted. That was… hot."

She took a step toward me and ran a finger down my cheek. "You're going to go talk to your husband now. I'm not going to be offended either way. It's ok. Stop looking at me like I just broke you."

"Are you sure? Like, do you really want this?"

"V, I've been trying to fuck the two of you for years. You're sometimes too nice to notice. I've fantasized about it."

"In these fantasies you would…"

"Make him come in my mouth and then kiss you and make you swallow it. You'd love that, right? You'd love me using him to dominate you?"

"Jesus Christ. Ok. Give me a second."

My husband was in a very different mindset when I found him upstairs completing our nightly cleanup routine. He really wanted to tell me about bath time and diaper consistency because that's what happens when you have a child.

"That's cool. [Our friend] just kissed me and wants to fuck us."

He dropped the pacifier he was holding and stared at me. "What? Is she drunk?"

"I don't think so."

"Is she… Serious?"

"She just said she wants to suck your dick and make me swallow your cum. She's pretty serious."

"I don't know what to say."

"Say whether you want to do it."

"I think you get to make the final call on this one, my love."

"Do you want to fuck her?"

"This feels like a trap."

"Jesus. Have I ever tried to trick you? This isn't a gotcha question. I want to fuck her."

"Really?"

"I mean… She's probably really good at sex. Are you into her though?"

"Yes, ok? She's beautiful. I just want to make sure you're not doing this for me."

"I think this would be more for me."

My husband approached me and took my hands with a small smile. "Love of my life, mother of my child, light of my world, I am fine with having sex with another woman for you."

I laughed then and kissed him. "Let's go fuck our friend," I smiled as I turned away. He grabbed my hand and swirled me around to meet him and put his mouth on mine. He kissed me deeply in a way that made me swoon and bury myself in his arms.

"I love you. You know that, right?" He asked sweetly as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I love you so much."

I want to reiterate that we've had MANY conversations about this and what it would look like. This might seem like a spur of the moment thing, but we had literally discussed this in marriage counseling and both wrote each other letters about our vulnerabilities behind it. I would not risk the health of my marriage unless I was positive we were fine to do this.

Also threesomes don't just happen. We had a long discussion with her before we actually ended up in bed together. Certain boundaries and specifics like birth control and testing needed to be laid out, but for the sake of erotic writing I'll skip to the good part.

Having a threesome is, well, a little awkward in the beginning. When I was younger it felt easier because the stakes were so much lower. It's far different getting naked with your spouse and a third person. For the first fifteen minutes or so we were all fixated on each others' reaction to the point that it wasn't exactly sexy.

There was a lot of giggling in the beginning. The three of us basically got into bed and awkwardly stared at each other. I made out with her briefly and then started laughing. For a while, I was afraid the moment had passed completely.

"I mean, how do you guys usually start this?" She asked.

My husband and I looked at each other and shrugged. We've been fucking for so long that it feels like second nature when we start. The truth is we usually just attack each other after a certain look.

"We kind of just go at it," I finally responded awkwardly. "It depends on how rough we're getting."

She kissed me again then and we went a little deeper. I let her tongue slip into my mouth and slid my hand up her shoulder and to her collarbone. We broke away and both looked my husband who just watched us with a small smile. He kissed my hand gently and gave a small nod.

"You want it rough, right?" She licked her lips. "Because I know a fun party trick."

She stood and reached a hand up her dress, pulling her underwear down to step out of them. When she told me to put my wrist out in front of me, she locked her eyes on mine as she twisted her panties around until my hands were tied. In one swift motion she threw my hands over my head and pushed me back onto the bed. I smiled as she straddled me and kissed me gently. I started moaning and squirmed slightly but she reached up and grabbed my wrists to hold me in place.

"I don't want you to move these until I tell you to," she demanded.

I moaned and rolled my eyes to the ceiling as I kept my pulse in check. It was hard not to beg for it then. She kissed along my neck and collarbone and then reared her head back and smirked.

"You get turned on easy," she whispered.

"She always has," my husband gasped from the end of the bed. He had just been watching with that same, proud smile. "It's part of what makes her so much fun in bed. She's very… responsive."

"How so?" My friend asked as she licked the bottom of my ear.

He crawled towards me and lifted my shirt up above my head. I wasn't wearing a bra and we made eye contact and smiled at each other before diving in to put one of my nipples in his mouth. He bit down slightly and then licked me. I shuddered and felt tears fill my eyes, not because it hurt but because I had a sudden need for him to be inside of me. I could feel myself get tight and wet.

No one knows me or my body like my husband. With one look he can read me. So when he lifted his head back and saw my eyes flicker with approval, for the first time he turned to my friend and stared at her.

He gave her a light kiss at first and then reached to caress her face as they locked lips and started moving together slowly.

I've seen him make out with other women before. When we were younger we were kind of "soft open" and often found ourselves in drunken make out sessions with strangers.

This felt different and I fucking loved it.

I loved watching her stick her tongue down his throat, I loved the way she put his hand to her chest and moaned when he squeezed, I even loved watching him get hard and shudder as he twitched through his shorts. He was nervous and it reminded me of when we first met and we're still experimenting.

I introduced him to kinky sex and he introduced me to stability and unconditional love. We both think we married up.

I don't know, man. It's cool to watch the person you love get turned on and pleasured. Of course, I like that I'm usually the cause of his affection, but it was fun to watch from a different angle. It felt like I was watching a porn personalized with the man I'm most attracted to.

She put her hand down his pants and started stroking him. With her other hand she squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple so hard I moaned. As she cupped me harder, she tore her mouth from his and continued stroking him as she put her mouth on my body.

"Can you fuck him?" I breathed quietly.

"Really? You're pretty eager for me to fuck your husband, V," she noted as she flicked my nipple and made me gasp. "Don't you want to play for longer?"

"I want to watch it. I want to watch him make you come."

"I usually can't come with men," she shrugged. "I still enjoy it, I'm just setting expectations

"I will happily eat you out if he can't do it," I gasped as I turned to my husband. "And there's no pressure because I want to taste her anyway."

She rolled her eyes and tore my shorts and thong down in a single motion before taking off her own dress and bra. We stared at each other for a moment as I took her in. She really, really does have a beautiful body. We had changed in front of each other at various points in our friendship, but seeing her in this capacity was different. I had an urge to reach for her chest, but I kept my hands above my head just like she said.

As I watched, my husband did the thing he's done every time we've had sex lately. He leaned over and kissed my c-section scar. He started on one side and slowly kissed the line all the way to the other.

I know how strange it sounds… He truly, honestly loves my scar. It was the best part of fucking him again after giving birth. He had always wanted to be a father and I like that I could use my body to give him the only thing more sacred and vulnerable than sex. I think we both have a deeper appreciation for each other.

Also, having sex after pregnancy is vulnerable AF. People just talk about baby weight, but that's only a piece of it. I lost weight quickly, but I didn't feel the same physically or mentally. It felt like I was in someone else's body for a while. It was different than the one I had lived in before, and the one he had spent years fucking. The reason we're able to have such epic sex postpartum is because there wasn't pressure to look or act like I did before. He just simply loves me and is attracted to me, maybe even more so now. He doesn't withhold that affection or affirmation. I know it for a fact.

He looked up at me and smiled the way he does. I met his gaze and let a tear fall down my cheek. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside, before going back to kissing my stomach and slowly going down until he was firmly in between my legs and started to lick me slowly.

My friend watched us and got a little emotional. She looked between us and finally kissed my lips and moved her hand back down to my breast and squeezed. My husband licked my clit and I moaned into her mouth. She liked that a lot. I could feel her quiver the more I built until she finally pulled away and looked down at my husband who paused and gave a sheepish smiled.

"I'm going to take my shorts off now," my husband said gently. I gave him a nod as he stood and pulled them to the floor slowly. He looked to the ceiling as the two of us stared from the bed.

Yeah… I don't write about this much but this next part shouldn't be terribly shocking. The real reason I've never been super specific about this is because I have not found a correlation between good sex and size. That being said…

"Holy fucking shit," my friend exclaimed as she stared in between his legs and then turned to me. "You never mentioned… That."

"It doesn't really come up in conversation," I sighed. "Besides, he's not quite as open as me. I don't think he just wants me going around bragging about his penis size."

"I'm standing right here," my husband threw up his hands. "And for the record, I wouldn't be angry about that particular brag. Just let it be known."

"You ok, babe?" I asked, breaking character slightly.

"I don't know. There are two very beautiful women in front of me and I'm feeling slightly intimidated."

"You're intimidated?" My friend laughed. "I honestly don't know if you're going to fit. How do you give him head?"

"I can feel throat," I shrugged. My husband gave a small nod of confirmation.

"Of course you can. Well fuck," my friend threw up her hands. "Is it fun to play with?" She asked me with a playful smile.

"I mean, I'm a fan. It's more fun to be fucked by. He's good at it. And gentle."

She stuck her hand between my legs and felt me wet. When she dipped her fingers in and out I let out a small gasp. "What's in it for you if he fucks me?"

"What's not in it for me?" I breathed as I let her continue to finger me slowly. "I like watching him get pleasured."

I really do. My favorite part of sex is when he loses himself in me and goes full feral. When I give him head I usually watch his face and touch myself because I get so turned on by the noises and faces he makes. Sometimes we make eye contact during oral, but in a way that's more intimate than dominate.

I could tell he was holding back now, waiting for one of us to make a move. He was staring at me with a pained look as she started fingering me harder. Every stroke of her fingers were making me cry with anticipation.

"Can I touch you?" I asked.

"Not yet, but I'll make you a deal, V. I'll get your husband off, but you're going to experience my special gift first."

"And what special gift is that-"

She flipped me over suddenly on my stomach and placed a pillow under my hips before I could finish my sentence.

"Beg me to eat your ass," she stated with such confidence I forgot this is not normally something u would do.

You see, this is not usually my thing. In fact, I'm more inclined to give rather than receive, and I almost exclusively do this in the shower. One bad rim job experience is enough to ruin you for life. Still, something about her confidence made me curious.

"Please eat my ass," I breathed.

"And beg me to jack your husband off while I do it," she smiled.

This was a win. I'm notoriously bad at hand jobs. Like, I don't know how I just missed gaining this skill. I don't mean to brag, but I have had two different men say I gave the worst handjob of their lives. I'm good with my mouth though, so I have other skills that make up for this unfortunate gap in my skill set. I didn't hear a ton of complaints in my youth when I suggested we skip hand stuff.

I enthusiastically agreed and begged her over and over again until I watched her hand shoot to his dick, grip it with confidence, and start stroking. He reared his head back with pleasure just as her tongue hit my ass. She started lightly spanking me as her tongue made small circles. She hit a sensitive spot and I let out a moan that surprised me.

She was good at this.

"You can spank her harder," my husband gasped. "She can handle a lot more. She loves it."

"Fuck you're kinky, V," she mumbled with her face still buried in my ass. My nerve endings were going wild and I had to grab the sheets to stop myself from jolting.

Her hand came down harder and I yelped. I locked eyes with my husband who was smiling because he saw what was about to happen before I did.

My head swam as I felt pleasure starting to stir to the point it was uncontrollable. I didn't realize I was about to orgasm until her tongue hit me one more time. She spanked me again and suddenly it sent me over the edge. I gasped, tensed, and finally screamed as I came so hard I went limp after.

I panted for a long time and finally looked back at her with genuine surprise.

"How did you do that?" I asked. "I've never come like that before."

"I told you I have a gift," she grinned as she wiped her mouth.

"For the record so does he," I nodded toward my husband. "Trust me."

I'm pretty sure I wing-manned my husband.

She put my hands to her chest and made me cup her breasts. "Only if you play with these while he does it."

My hands were still tied, but I sat up and went to fucking town, feeling her up with an enthusiasm that made her smile. It felt so good to play with breasts again. The best part were the noises she made when I did. Every time I cupped her she closed her eyes and gasped.

My husband moved behind her so that his chest was to her back. He gently moved her hair to the side and kissed her ear.

"I'm sincerely afraid you're not going to fit," she said shyly in between tiny moans.

"That's ok. Let me just touch you," he said gently. She nodded and closed her eyes as he kissed her neck.

I watched his hand wrap around her and start playing with her clit. He rubbed it gently back and forth until she started rocking with his rhythm. One of her hands went to her hair as she moaned and threw her head back to kiss him. That's when I moved my mouth to her body and started licking and biting her nipples gently.

She fucking lost it. She let out a moan so loud and fell to her hands and knees so that she was in top of me, pinning me to the bed. I watched her as she gasped one more time and finally begged him to go inside of her.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "I can get you off with my hand."

"I'm positive, just go slow," she whispered as we made eye contact.

She tensed slightly when he slid in and then I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as he slowly moved out and in again.

The best part though? I could see his face above me and he was absolutely consumed. He closed his eyes, trying to maintain control so he didn't shock her, but occasionally he'd look down and see her on top of me and it was killing him. He let out a stream of air and looked at the ceiling in an attempt to hold back.

"You can go harder," she groaned.

"Are you sure?" He panted.

"Please."

That's when I watched her lose herself in it. My eyes darted from hers to his and I smiled at the truly privileged view.

She screamed and put her mouth to my neck, biting hard as she muffled a groan. I told her to keep going so she moved to my breasts and bit me harder.

I reached down to stroke my own clit and touched myself quickly so I could come with her mouth still on me. My husband watched me orgasm and I could tell he was in the edge.

At first I was worried our guest was about to get the short end of this deal until I felt her jolt and start to spasm. Her full body started shaking as she announced she was close and let out a quiet moan. I felt her gasp into my mouth and shake as her climax came over her. She collapsed on top of me and kissed me once before lying her head on my shoulder.

"I've never come this way," she finally giggled. "Jesus."

The thing is, coming from vaginal penetration harder to achieve than what porn would lead you to believe. The reason my husband is good at it is because he reads my body well and usually combines clit play. I rarely come from penetration alone unless we've had a lot of foreplay and I'm in the right mindset. His gift is intuition. He's empathetic and can read people really well. He certainly understands my body better than I do. However, I just want it to be known that a lot of times it's not about skill, passion, or size. Vaginas are like snowflakes.

I stroked her hair a few times as she laid on top of me. My husband laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I have to finish something really quickly," I told her softly. She smiled at me with understanding.

It had taken A LOT of self control to go through that without finishing. My husband deserved something special, and somehow my friend understood that without me having to say it. We got on either side of him and kissed each other once. I slid his hands to her breasts before I moved to the foot of the bed and leaned down to take him in my mouth.

"Holy shit," I heard him whisper and gasp.

This wasn't going to take long.

I opened my throat and slammed my head all the way down until I was at his base. I came up slightly, just long enough to swirl my tongue around his head and then went back to deep throating. I looked up once to watch him cup her breast, but he locked eyes with me and smiled slightly.

He came hard with a shudder and I let him fill my mouth.

"Don't swallow," my friend said quickly. I looked up at her with his cum in my mouth and watched as she parted her lips and laid back with her mouth open. I put my mouth on hers and let his cum slide into her. She swallowed quickly and we both laughed and finally collapsed in exhaustion.

My favorite part of this story is when we all threw on clothes proceeded to go downstairs for a snack and final glass of wine. We invited her to spend the night, but she said she preferred the hotel she booked down the road.

I was secretly kind of hoping we'd fuck again, but it wasn't in the cards.

"Is it always like that with you two?" She asked us gently as we shared a bag of chips.

"We usually don't have a third," I stated flatly. "That part is new."

"Is it always that… Sweet? Even the rough parts. You two are sincerely something to watch. I teared up a few times watching it."

"It depends on her mood," my husband joked and gave a wink. "Or how bad she's been."

"I've never seen this side of you two," she explained a little more seriously. "Sometimes I wondered about it. Like if you're just best friends or if the spark is really there. How often is it like that? The way you two looked at each other during sex, even with me."

I knew what she was asking from the beginning. We've been asked it before and I never quite know what to say.

"It's always there," I finally said. "I don't know what else to say but it's always been there and it's never gone away."

"I really hope I find that," she said with a sad smile as she looked between us.

I really hope she does too.

The sex my husband and I had after this threesome could be an entirely separate post. Maybe it will be eventually. We went a little feral on each other and kept fucking after she left and well into the morning. I was late to work and was tempted to call out so we could just keep fucking, but I pulled myself away.

I have to say, while it was absolutely wonderful living out this fantasy and she was the perfect threesome partner, there is no one I'd rather fuck than my husband. It was fun and ignited something in both of us, but he's my best friend and greatest sex partner of my life.

Again, I have to reiterate that threesomes don't fix anything and I've seen them cause a lot of pain with some of my friends. I don't say that because I'm not sexually liberated, but rather because I truly feel I am. It was a lovely experience I'm glad I got to share with him, but it's not something I needed. I think that's the key. Or maybe we just got lucky.