Lesson #3: Stick to your rules

There's bending the rules and there's breaking the rules.  Oh, but we shattered ours.  And the consequences would be dire.  No doubt.

I am not the quiet, demure, passive type.  When I am wronged or hurt, I let him know.  I have cultivated looks that frighten strangers.  I have a razor sharp tongue and a rapier wit that I wield expertly.  Yes, I can channel my inner bitch when necessary.

And by the time we walked naked to the bedroom, I was already over the experience.  There were moments that were okay.  The husband really knew how to use his hands.  He was way gentler with my clit than my man was.  I had a momentary hope that I might get off.  Momentary.

Soon, my man had the two of us working his throbbing cock.  And he really liked it.  What man wouldn't?  It was one of his dreams.  So glad I could make that come true.  (Please note that was DRIPPING with sarcasm.) 

For a moment, he got that look in his eye, despite how well things were working out for him.  He saw the husband about to hit it from the back and he panicked.

man: You're wearing a condom, right?

(Finally!  A rule we followed!)

husband: Yeah.  We're the safest people you'll ever know.

Small consolation.  Smaller than his dick even.

And soon he was in me and my man had to up the ante so that he wasn't bothered by this other man in me.  Soon the wife was riding him.  And he was fondling her boobs.  And I was so fricken jealous.  That was my position.  That was what I did.  He was supposed to be fondling my boobs.  Instead, I was struggling to straddle this behemoth.  And I wasn't happy.

Within a few minutes, the wife had ripped off the condom and was sucking him off.  She had gotten off multiple times already.  Not surprised.  My man is good.  Dammit.

And it hurt watching someone else make him come.  Really it did.  Especially since I never did during the entire experience.

There was a moment where my man tried to get the husband to do me right.  There was a moment where he took over and did me himself.  The wife and husband played and sucked my boobs while that happened.  And I had an unwelcome cock shoved in my mouth.

Too soon that was over when the husband accused him of hogging me.  Great.  So my man shoved his cock in my mouth and started eating her out while the husband made his tiny thrusts into my vag.  And I was drying out fast.  Frickin latex.  Stupid bad sex.

I could hear my man getting ordered to put on ANOTHER condom and I lost it.  I punched him in the leg, which any other time would signal that he needed to stop.  Oh, but when four people are sharing a queen sized bed, that isn't how the gesture is read.  Dammit.

He did her doggy style.  And for a few minutes I thought so loud and angry in my head that I hated him that I almost thought he'd hear me.  Nope.  Too into the chick.

Another rule broken. 

And there were no 'I love yous.' 

And that broke my heart.

Lesson #1: Go with your gut

So, we've been working on having a threesome for a while now.  And after a while, we get burned out on trying.  Thus, we may have been overly anxious to simply get it over with.

When you go into it with that kind of attitude, you are bound to be disappointed.  Seriously.  Thus, the title of the post.  Go with your gut.

We responded to a few ads.  We posted a few ads.  We had some responses.  And somehow, we ended up going against pretty much all of our rules.  Oh, but that's more about tomorrow's post.  For now, let's focus on how it all began.

We found an ad that really spoke to us because it was from another couple that was equally frustrated with Craigslist.  People just don't follow through.  They get you all hot and bothered thinking something is going to happen, then major letdown.  Sometimes, the letdown is better than the alternative.

Remember that. 

There are things worse than disappointment, like living with the consequence of your actions.  Yeah.  That can be a lot worse.  So much worse.  Once things are done or seen, they can't be undone or unseen.

The couple wanted to meet up at their place.  Perfect.  The wife was bi.  Great.  They were our ages.  Sweet.  They weren't model perfect or looking for models.  Awesome.  And they were full swap only.  Crap.

We talked.  Could we handle it?  And I didn't lie.  I didn't think I could.  I wasn't sure he could.  Oh, but the thrill of strange can cure a lot of issues...for him. 

It's different with me.  That's because everything is different with us.  I would have been able to do this without a second thought with the ex.  I wouldn't worry about ramifications to our relationship or cheapening what's between us.  It was already mostly over for many years.  With my man, everything is good and pure.  And I worried about how I would feel after seeing him in someone else.  It wasn't going to be hot as hell to me.  To me, the vag is sacred.

Still, we exchanged emails and pics and soon enough, we were in a car, headed across town to their place.  I was stone cold sober.  He had a few shots.  And as much as I tried to talk myself into it, I really wasn't.  I was being a team player because I love him so very much. 

And I'm silly and sentimental to believe that love can conquer all.