SteveSW wrote:The first time he and I had sex, we were alone in their bedroom while the wife watched TV in the living room. The bedroom door was open and she could easily hear what was going on, and our conversation. The next time we got together (we were meeting almost weekly) as he and I were making out and stripping down, he very quietly said, "she really wants to watch, what do you think?" I told him I had no problem with her watching, but that I didn't want her involved in any way. This was about him and the exploration of his desire for male on male sex and that I had no interest in her sexually. They understood, and she never interfered. The three of us had many wonderful conversations over a cocktail after the sex.
Gotcha. Understood. That's excellent communication and what sounds obviously like a fun, rewarding thing for all involved.
I'm with you on the wonderful conversations. It's crazy, really. The three of us will stop fucking, pour drinks, sit around naked chatting about god knows what...anything and everything...non-sexual things...the world, movies, kids, travel...whatever. sometimes fall asleep in a pile...sometimes it turns gentle...sometimes it's jackhammering until exhausted. But, always...there is this smart banter and just...interesting discussions. Amid all that...the ability to be utterly, entirely transparent in saying to one another what we want, what we think, what to try, where to stop. It's the most fucking freeing thing ever. We're still sort of dumbfounded at our crazy luck to have this situation available to us.
