Experimentation

 
        Katie and I had our own forays into sexual experimentation, before we dated. For my part - the smell and texture of dick irked me. Eventually, we finished by hand. Considering how drunk I was, I didn’t expect to cum at all. Also drunkenly, I told Katie this story while we were dating. She brings it up periodically, though I never say shit about her dalliances.
Prior to marriage, I wanted a menage a trois. However, one of my sisters got a divorce because she learned her husband was swinging with his mistress on the side. That dampened my outspokenness on sexual exploration.
Besides Katie is not the best lover. I angle her hips and coach her to provide maximum penetration. Tell her to back off with the teeth. I expected a girl as slutty as she was to know more. But I am a patient and kind lover. The third party would not be. As they left, I’d be so embarrassed, and Katie would lay all the blame on me, saying that I’d made her do this, I had forced her to, boo-hoo.
All the same, what sex would we invite?
        We can’t have a third party without either of us, Katie or me, playing with them. Penises are ugly and smelly while vaginae are all unique. Katie and I have the sex life we do because of our openness. An attractive male would not be as open to a threesome as a female, but how do you solicit these things anyway?
“Hi, my wife and I want to have a 3-way with you. You game?”
Yeah, letting on that you’re married makes it skeezy. Married couples are supposed to have their lives in order, be comfortable with being bored, no spice. Resources exist on the internet, but who knows how many other people an interested party has been with? What about diseases? What about knobbly growths and kinky perversions? No, in-person connections feel more secure. Having a threesome with a married couple is like watching a recent Woody Allen film - you see it and think, “Why don’t you have your shit together?”
        What if s/he were a pervert, what if s/he had odd sexual needs or deformities? I would have used all my capital coaxing Katie to have sex with the stranger and me. To introduce a fetishist would be too much. Where would the 3 of us collude? Definitely a hotel room under fake names.

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