ONE - Carol
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This story is not only a description of a threesome. It's intended to explain why Carol wanted a threesome, how this desire was created when she was no more than eighteen, and how every kink aspect of it emerged. It's a deep dive into a sex fantasy that is also a life's dream.
Carol will tell us about good and bad relationships she had and how those affected her. Also, how she got into some sexual practices, like anal, and explain to us how she caressed that dream of having sex with two men for more than a decade before seriously thinking about realizing it.
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Hi, my name is Carol. I am a math teacher in a public school and in a private school. Life has been pretty hectic since I graduated. Basically, I have been working full time, including several weekends since I got my degree. But I only became aware of how much I had neglected the other aspects of my life when I realized I was about to turn thirty. That epiphany happened as I was driving to my apartment after spending the day teaching. Tired, I turned on the car radio to chase away the sleep and a song called "Not Enough Time" by INXS began. Introducing the song, the announcer said something like "and now let's enjoy this hit that was released in 1992, almost thirty years ago. Yes, time goes by, people!
"Gee", I thought. "I am from 1992. I will be thirty this year...".
And the title of the song kept coming back to me, "Not enough time, not enough time". Maybe something else in the lyrics influenced me, but at that moment I didn't realize it. I just thought that time was passing and there would be no time to do everything I wanted to do.
From then on I spent a lot of time reflecting on how different life had been from what I had imagined it would be. At twenty, I thought that at thirty I would have my life all figured out. I imagined myself married and with a good job. At almost thirty, I was single and needed two jobs to make ends meet. I used to think that I would have a social life and travel the world. Not at all. After college it had been all about work. I was left with a feeling of disappointment with myself.
This feeling stayed with me for several days, until I began to remember what I had planned at twenty to accomplish at thirty, and what I still had time to do by my birthday.
"Not much. It is unlikely that I will find the love of my life in the next two months and get married in a hurry. I also can't have children by then. Change jobs? In the middle of the year? Unlikely. But it does not hurt to update Linkedin, right? Travel? I really need to start saving money. Finally get that dream trip to South America off the drawing board. Read the classics? Well, I can start that.
The next day I went to a bookstore downtown, near the courthouse, and immediately bought several classics.
"Let's see: The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Moby Dick, Crime and Punishment, Dracula and Don Quixote. I think I have enough.
I took all these books and brought them home to start reading before going to bed.
But I still thought it was not enough.
At that time I didn't have a boyfriend, but I had a hookup. A guy named Joshua, who lived in my building. We got along well. I liked him a lot, but we knew that we wouldn't be a couple in the usual meaning of the term. We wouldn't be boyfriend and girlfriend. He was in love with his ex-girlfriend. Incredibly, our "relationship" worked well. We usually talked a lot, then had sex, then smoked pot and talked some more. What I had with Joshua was better than many relationships, but it didn't fulfill me.
It was during one of these post-fucking conversations that I told him about the emptiness I felt.
"Carol, besides buying a bunch of books that you certainly won't be able to read by your birthday, isn't there anything else you really want to do? Be honest. Is there a change of direction you want to take? Be honest with yourself and I will be there for you, whatever you need."
"Be honest." This phrase stuck in my mind. The more I thought about it, about being sincere, about recognizing my hidden desires, the more an image came to my mind. There was, indeed, something I wished I had done that I really could do before my birthday.
It was something that I had been thinking about for a long time, since my late teens. But I can't just tell you what it is. I have to show you. Because otherwise you won't understand how important it really is to me. How it is something that has been growing inside me for so many years. It is not something that I just want: it is truly a dream.
It all started when my best friend from that time, Maggie, invited me to study at her house. I was a great math student and she said she would need help with logarithms.
However, when I arrived at her house, I noticed something odd. Maggie had invited her boyfriend, Peter, and a friend of his, Dan, to study with us.
"Studying with a boyfriend doesn't work," I thought. But Maggie didn't want to study.
As soon as we touched the textbooks, she grabbed Peter and kissed him. They started making out in the bedroom, with Dan and me watching. Then she said:
