by Billie A Hussey
Single girl in London
Thursday, 2nd December 2010
It sometimes happens (and I stress sometimes) that you find yourself being propositioned by a couple.
Now up front, I'm talking from the single point of view. You get talking in a bar to a good looking couple, and you find yourself feeling really, really comfortable with them. So comfortable that when he, or she, pops the question, you find yourself thinking, why the hell not?
From the bar to the bedroom takes some consideration, however. But let's say you take the bait. They're both attractive, and well, why not experiment? But just for argument's sake, let's consider the variables of a single girl and straight couple.
In my experience, it is generally the girl's first time, and it's her partner's initiation that is going to excite him, and let's face it, you. Otherwise, it's your first time, and having the guy about to fill in the conversational gaps, so to speak, is equally a turn on.
But this isn't experimenting, or 'I had a homosexual experience in my twenties'. More seriously, this isn't like a first-date f*ck, where you weigh up the regretful 'I wish I hadn't' with the 'I'm so so so glad I did'.
Saying yes to a threesome, you really want to ask yourself, do I really want to take on their relationship?
I met a couple in a London bar recently and found myself being propositioned in the midst of my naïve compliment on how attractive the girl was. They were late-twenties professionals and obviously so solid in their relationship they wanted to share. I felt comfortable with them. And I have to admit, I was well into the idea. To seal the deal, I kissed her, then him, then they kissed.
It was in the confines of their pre-matrimonial bed, replete with ready paraphernalia of butt plugs and lube, that I found myself questioning what I was getting into. It wasn't in their preparation. I mean, who am I to say they don't regularly partake in such things. It was in his continual checking with his girlfriend. Let's call her Jen.
'Jen', he would say, 'is it okay if I kiss Billie?' 'Jen is it okay if I touch her breasts?' 'Jen is it okay if you touch her breasts?' And so on.
With each question, it became increasingly clear that Jen and Simon were in the midst of a romantic negotiation between themselves that suddenly made that comfortable feeling in the bar a little cloying. That's the trick with going into a couple's sexual world. You're entering a place that two out of three of you know too, too well. All you can do is fit in as dutifully as possible, or stand out like a spare prick at a party.
I truly like the idea of two heads being better than one, but in a couple-single threesome, the spontaneity of the moment really can get lost when you become the spontaneity just by virtue of being the odd one out.
topic tags: stories, threesomes
Who is Billie A Hussey? It is, of course, my nom de plume. It serves to protect not only myself but those to whom I refer ardently in my writing.
I am the woman you notice on the tube. On the bus. In the bar. The one you pass daily on the street on your way to work. We've never spoken and probably never will. But there is something you should know about me.
With apologies to Aristotle, an unexamined sexual life is one not worth living. This, my enlightened friends, is the raison d'etre for my blog.
Frank, controversial, often humorous - wittingly or not - and always worth living, I offer you a glimpse into my erotic encounters. And if its worth living, it sure as hell is worth writing about. So here we are: a blog worth writing by a woman of consequence.
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