We got into the idea when we first started seeing each other. We have a friend who is bisexual and she would always flirt with both of us when we were together (just to drive us crazy I think). We would get turned on by it and always end up having amazing sex afterwards.
So we talked about the idea of possibly maybe one day in the future or never actually bringing another woman into the bedroom with us. We talked about how it would be, what we would do, and always made it an eventual goal of ours. One day we even got to the point where we decided that if the opportunity ever presented itself we would jump on it.
Fast-forward 3 years to our honeymoon...the opportunity...well it presented itself...
We met a woman in a hot tub. She was tall and blonde and thin and flirty! She went from person to person sitting on everyone's lap, asking about them, where they were from, etc. When she got to us. She stopped and commented that my "tits are absolutely amazing" and reached out to feel them. I am not sure if it was the drinks of the fact that it was the middle of the day in public but I just went with it. We kissed and touched and my husband and I left knowing that was the push we needed to move things forward.
So we sign up for a website, post an ad on Craigslist and wait. Within a few hours we have replies from quite a few people and we settle on a couple (not a single woman which is apparently impossible to find) who look nice enough and can actually write a complete sentence (a prerequisite of ours). We meet them for drinks and proceed to spend the next hour asking everything and anything we can think of about what they do, how they do it, who they do it with, and everything in between. We part ways and agree to meet the following weekend to "consummate" the relationship.
The next weekend rolled around and we were nervous to say the least. We hadn't been with anyone else is so long. How would it feel? Would we be any good? Oh crap...we forgot to even think about condoms!
We meet them at our house and after a few glasses of wine things get underway.
Before we know what is going on all of our clothes are off and there are mouths and hands and other body parts all over everyone. It feels so good yet is so bad... We spent time with each person and took things slow. I kissed the other woman, he kissed her. I kissed the other man. We moved from kissing to touching and eventually arrived at the point where the other man was inside me and my husband was inside this other woman. After 3 hours they went home and we stayed up all night talking...we actually did it!
The next day we went for breakfast and dissected every little detail of the night before. What felt good, what was weird, and how it was so much easier, and so much better than we ever thought it would be.
When could we do it again?
We were hooked!
