Confessions Of A Unicorn

My boyfriend, my ex boyfriend, always wanted a threesome.

It was one of the reasons we broke up. One of them.

At that time in my life, at twenty six, I very much wanted, or thought I wanted, the traditional way of doing things, love and marriage and commitment. I was really offended by the idea that I wasn't enough for him, that he'd want to bring somebody else into our bedroom.

And if I'm honest, it was really my pride that was offended. Not because the idea itself was a turn off, far from it. But I only figured that out much later.

My dating experience after we broke up was pretty much what you'd expect. Occasionally fun and thrilling, sometimes depressing and more often boring.

It had been really hard being single at first. I was a Daddy's girl, and had had a boyfriend pretty much continuously since I was a teenager. Always relied on having a man to do things for me.

But, I really wasn't ready for a relationship for a while after ending things with George. We'd been together for years and, for a while, I thought he was the 'one'. When I finally did get out there, none of the men I met were even remotely suitable. So, I had to just shift for myself for a while.

I was not prepared for the world of modern dating. All my relationships had happened organically so far, and I'd never been on an actual 'date' before. I'd heard the horror stories of course and always congratulated myself on escaping them. It was no preparation.

Dating was not, then, a great success.

But then, as time went by, I got my own place and got it into order and spent more time with my friends and made some new ones. I surprised myself one summer morning, about a year afterwards, waking alone in crisp sheets, to discover that I was happier than I'd ever been.

I didn't, it turned out, need a man after all.

Except for one thing. I still wanted sex.

I guess I'd always taken sex for granted. My boyfriends always wanted it more than I did. So, I'd almost always have sex to please George and never went long enough without to miss it. Or really realise how much I needed it.

And, it turned out, I missed sex a lot. Like, an awful lot.

So I kept on dating, not so much to get a boyfriend anymore but just, if I'm honest, to get laid. In fact, I actively didn't want a boyfriend, just someone to make me feel good from time to time.

It should have been easy. Dating apps are famously full of guys who just want to get laid too.

But most of them are arseholes. And not exactly what you'd call generous and attentive lovers.

George, for all his faults, hadn't been bad in bed. He pretty much always made me come, even if not always in the act itself.

But these guys? Just useless.

I hooked up with an Ethical Non-Monogamy guy for a while. He seemed like a good solution. He was good looking and he made me come. He wasn't looking for a relationship and nor was I.

It should have been perfect, but it wasn't. The problem was he kind of gave me the creeps. He was such a narcissist and even when he made me come, it was somehow still all about him.

I broke it off with him quickly.

I knew I wanted the impossible. I wanted a guy who only wanted sex but wasn't the kind of guy who only wanted sex. I suppose I just wanted someone to treat me with kindness and respect. But those guys weren't all over the internet looking for casual sex. That was the other kind of guy.

I bought myself a vibrator. I read a lot of erotica and watched tasteful, 'feminist' porn online. All of which was great, but not quite the real thing.

Also, I kept thinking about that threesome.

What would that be like, I wondered? I'd never told George, never told anyone, but in one of my brief interludes without a boyfriend when I was at University, I had had a very brief fling with a girl on my course.

She was this cool, punky kind of girl called Nancy and I'd got talking to her after class. I'd just broken up with Nathan and although Chris, that was my boyfriend before George, was very much on the scene we hadn't actually got together yet.

And, yet, somehow, I went back to Nancy's and we had sex together.

It wasn't like me at all. Not just because she was a girl but because I'd never had sex outside a relationship before.

But it was fun. Nancy was hot in an alternative kind of way. And she made my feel good. And I felt good getting her off too.

But then things happened with Chris. And then about two years later with George.

I wouldn't say I never thought about it again. But I put it down as just one of those things. Something that belonged in the past. I never told anyone about it.

But I would sometimes think about Nancy when I touched myself.

I suppose now was the perfect time to explore that side of myself again. The thought of being with another woman again was definitely very exciting. But if dating was daunting, lesbian dating was even more so. I wouldn't know where to start.

So, here I was, happy but frustrated, trying to ignore the temptation to hit up Mr Ethical Non Μonogany when the horniness got too strong. Trying but not always succeeding.

So, I was lying in bed one night, in my little sexy nightie, I'd starting buying lots of lingerie even if I had no one to wear it for, feeling wet and horny and scrolling through a dating app, when a profile catches my interest.

It's a guy called Steve, late forties but handsome in an older guy kind of way. But he's posing with a woman whose got to be his wife.

"Mature, loving couple looking for a unicorn for fun and passion."

"Good Luck," I said to myself derisively. This wasn't a swingers app. I couldn't believe the cheek of it.

I almost swiped on. I didn't.

There was something about them. They looked normal. And happy. And kind of good looking in a non glamorous way.

I wondered what it would be like. I definitely have a thing for older guys. And his wife looked hot too, in a respectable, middle class kind of way. Respectable but desperate to let her hair down.

I'd heard of unicorns, the mythical younger woman, ready to join a more established couple in bed. Maybe that could be the solution to my problems, provided the couple involved were decent.

I looked at Steve and his wife again. They looked decent. Not sleazy. But what could you tell from an online pic?

If I hadn't been feeling so horny and if I hadn't been moments away from messaging Mr ENM, I would have left it at an idle wonder.

But I didn't. I messaged him.

I regretted it almost immediately, but a bit of me was thrilled at my daring.

I turned over in bed and tried to forget about it. Impossible. I kept checking my phone for a response.

I only had to wait about twenty minutes.

"Hi Sally. This is Joanna, Steve's wife. We were so thrilled to get your message. We'd love to meet up, if that would work for you? We're so excited to get to know you better."

So, what could I do? I had to go and meet them after that.

It was summertime and I insisted on tea in the garden of a National Trust tearoom.

Partly because I'm a sucker for the National Trust but mainly because it was the least seedy place, I could think of, little old ladies and families everywhere.

I arrived early and found a table in a corner of the walled garden under an old oak tree, it was sufficiently secluded to allow us to talk freely but public enough to rule out any kind of scene.

I drank my tea and pretended to read a novel as I waited for them to arrive, but really I was constantly scanning the garden for signs of their arrival.

Eventually, although still before the time we'd said, I saw a couple that had to be them moving towards me. The man was dressed in jeans and a short sleeved shirt. If anything he was better looking than his picture, even if he did look a bit like an accountant. He was carrying a tray with a teapot and a large scone on it.

I was slightly embarrassed to realise that his wife was wearing the identical floral dress to the one I had on, although it was reassuring in a way.

The effect on her was quite different to me though. I hadn't really realised how curvy, how bosomy, she was from her picture. She had long chestnut hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. She was like a sexy farmer's wife.

She beamed when she saw me. Steve looked more sheepish, but still pleased.

Joanna came towards me and learned in, "Sally?" she asked, expectantly. I just smiled and nodded nervously.

They sat down opposite me.

Fortunately, Joanna was the sort of woman who liked to talk. Occasionally Steve would try to say something but she'd cut over him. He didn't seem to mind.

Joanna's garrulousness was a godsend really and we were soon chatting away like old friends. She laughed at how we were wearing the same dress but said it looked much better on me. She talked about the history of the house a bit, she and Steve were both National Trust members, and just this and that. Nothing about sex, not just yet.

Steve busied himself pouring tea for himself and his wife. He took a scone and cut it in two. He put jam and then cream on one half and passed it to Joanna. He then put cream and then jam, the correct order in my opinion, on the other for himself.

It was clearly a little ritual they had played out countless times but it spoke of mutual love and affection. It helped put me at ease.

I'll be honest. I almost hadn't come.

I mean what kind of couple posts something like that? I'd had so many concerns. But Steve and Joanna just seemed so normal and so nice. If Steve was controlling Joanna, he kept it very well hidden.

"So, then," Joanna leaned over and earnestly took my hand in hers, "We're so glad you agreed to join us.

"Steve and I have never done anything like this before."

"Never," murmured Steve.

"Nor have I," I admitted.

"Really?" asked Steve. "That's kind of a relief in a way. It makes it, I don't know, less awkward, like we're all in the same boat."

Joanna looked at Steve affectionately and patted his hand.

"Steve is a bit unsure about all this. This was my idea really, but I'm sure this is what we need. With the right person of course."

"Can I ask why?" I said. "Why are you looking to introduce a third into your bedroom?"

Joanna looked at Steve, took a big breath and started to rattle off what sounded like a prepared speech.

"Well, Steve and I were childhood sweethearts, ever since school really. We'd never been with anyone else. And to begin with, that seemed like a good thing. But as the years went by, I think we both began to wonder what we had missed. I knew Steve used to look at other women. Truth be told, I did too. When I was young, back in the nineties, it was starting to be OK to be into women but it was still very hard. So I just pushed down any feelings I had there.

"One day, I walked in on Steve watching some lesbian porn on his computer. I was sort of shocked and sort of not. I mean, I guessed that I always thought he looked at stuff like that but I just didn't think about it."

Steve was definitely starting to look very uncomfortable at this point, but his wife just carried on anyway.

"I was surprised though, even in the tiny bit I saw, just how, well, how hot it was. How much it turned me on.

"So, we talked about it. A lot. And we both admitted that sometimes we thought about other people but that we did love each other. And I confessed that I had always wondered about being with another woman and then, eventually, and I mean, eventually, well, here we are."

"And you're not worried? About it messing up your relationship?" I asked.

There was a pause. Then Steve said, "Yes. I mean, that's a concern. But Jo thinks, I mean, we think, that really this is for the best. To explore this side of things together."

I just nodded. I wasn't sure if I believed them quite but that was their business. I believed they were sincere at least. That was enough for me.

"What about you?" Joanna asked. She was trying to sound casual but there was definite excitement in her voice. "How come you answered our post?"

It was my turn to pause and take a deep breath. But it felt like it was time to lay my cards on the table. So, I told them about George and about Nancy, and Mr Ethical Non-Monogamy and where I was in life and what I wanted.

"Good for you," said Steve, looking at me approvingly. I suddenly decided I liked Steve.

"So, then ..." Joanna asked, "Do we have an understanding?"

I took another deep breath.

"I think so. Some ground rules though. Before we got too carried away. And these are non-negotiable."

I'd rehearsed this part on the way over and very much wanted to get it right. Steve and Joanna looked at each other, uncertain but reserving judgement.

"Ok," said Joanna.

"First, and most important. I'm a person. I have feelings. I'm not your toy. When we're together in the bedroom, we all count as much as each other."

"Absolutely," said Steve emphatically.

"Good. Outside the bedroom, your marriage is your affair. My life is mine. I don't interfere in your business, you don't in mine."

"That works for us," said Joanna.

"Good. Third, any of us can walk away without consequence at any time. For any reason."

"OK," said Steve and Joanna together.

"Last. I don't do anything I'm not comfortable with. And I have no obligation to meet you if it doesn't work for me. Nor you to me."

"Can't say fairer than that," said Steve.

"Great. And that's it," I finished, relieved to have got my speech out of the way. "Anything you two want to add?"

Steve and Joanna looked at each other.

"No, I think that about covers it," Joanna laughed.

"Just one thing," Steve asked. "Why did you pick us? Beautiful young woman like yourself must have plenty of offers. Why did you pick an old couple like us?"

Joanna looked a bit annoyed with Steve, as if he was about to blow it.

"I hardly think forty is old, Steve," she replied laughingly.

Then, more seriously, "You look like nice people. And I think you're both hot. "

Joanna smiled warmly and reached out to squeeze my hand. Steve lay his over his wife's.

"We're going to have so much fun, Sally," Joanna said.

I nodded and drank my tea. We all looked awkwardly at each other.

"When would you like to..?" I started to ask.

"How about this afternoon?" Joanna responded. Steve gulped.

I took another sip of my tea.

"Ok," I said. "I'd like to be a hotel. At least for the first time. Is that ok? And somewhere nice, if you don't mind."

"Yes, of course," said Steve. "How about the Oakley Manor?" he asked his wife.

"Yes, perfect," said Joanna, not taking her eyes off me. Joanna was quieter now but I could feel her eyes all over me. "Why, don't you call them up Steve and make arrangements?"

Steve had to wander off to get reception for his phone, leaving me alone with Joanna.

I looked at her appraisingly, this total stranger I'd just agreed to have sex with. It felt very odd. I couldn't quite believe I was about to do this. But I had no doubts.

She was a very attractive woman, Joanna. Soft and curvy. I'm not sure what I would be looking for in a woman. Nancy had been very different. But Joanna would definitely do it for me.

It occurred to me that even though I'd only been with one woman one time, that was one more than Joanna had.

"So, you've never been with another woman?"

"No. Never," she replied. There was an ocean of want there.

"Aren't you worried you'll like it too much?"

Joanna smiled back, almost sadly. "Perhaps. But I'd have driven myself crazy wondering otherwise."

I didn't know what to say. Steve came back.

"Right," he said, rather matter of factly. "We're booked in. Why don't Jo and I go on ahead and check in and we can text you the room number?"

"Okey dokey," I replied.

Joanna gave me a lingering look as they left, as if wondering whether I'd actually show up. I wondered that myself but I knew I would.

Oakley Manor was rather grander than I had expected. An old Georgian manor house by a lakeside. I couldn't really have asked for more, but I didn't really take it in as I wondered what was in store for me.

I walked purposefully through reception, looking straight ahead, really not wanting to be questioned, but no one paid me any attention. I climbed a flight of stairs and made my way down an oak panelled corridor.

Here it was. Number 108. I breathed hard. I knocked. The door opened. It was Steve, he beckoned me in.

Steve was dressed the same as before. I looked over at Joanna lying on the bed. She was completely transformed in a black lacey basque with stockings and suspenders. Her tits were pushed up by her brassiere and looked huge, almost popping out.

"Wow," I said.

Joanna looked nervous. "Too much?"

"No, no. You look hot. It's just ... not what I expected. I'm not sure what I expected, quite."

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She definitely did look hot. I liked that she'd made the effort, even that she'd gone slightly over the top. I wondered if she dressed up like that for Steve.

"Would you like a drink?"

Steve gestured to an open bottle of gin and three glasses on the side by a closed curtain. He'd clearly had one already.

"No, thank you," I said politely, my eyes on Joanna as I stepped closer to the bed.

Joanna knelt up as I approached her, her eyes all over my dress and on my breasts, even though they were nowhere near as big or as on show as hers.

She put her arms around me and pulled her body close to mine, her tits pushing up against mine. She kissed me, her mouth wet and open, her tongue writhing against mine. All want.

She felt good. I'd forgotten what it felt like kissing a girl, a woman, especially one so clearly into me. It was soft and sweet in a way a man's kiss wasn't.

I looked over at Steve, as he stared at his wife and me.

"Come here," I beckoned to him as Joanna greedily kissed my neck and the tops of my breasts.

Steve came up to me nervously but I could tell he was turned on. I kissed him gently on the mouth, tasting the gin on him. He felt strong and masculine after the warmth and softness of his wife.

Joanna wasn't holding back now, she was pushing my dress down, exposing my perky breasts in their white lace bra. I reached down to rub Steve's crotch as his wife undressed me.

"My God, Steve," I moaned, feeling his hardness. "That's so big."

He grunted in appreciation. Joanna had undone my bra now and was kissing my nipples, rolling her tongue over their pointy hardness. My dress was a puddle on the floor.

"Take your shirt off Steve."

Steve's eyes had been fixed on Joanna as she licked my tits but now they looked at me, there was an intense look on his face but he did what I asked. He wasn't ripped or anything but there was a pleasing tautness to his chest as he undressed.

"Get your cock out," I breathed.

He undid his jeans and showed himself to me. For an unassuming man, he had a big beautiful cock.

I gently pushed Joanna back onto the bed and sank to my knees. I think Joanna would have been happy with Steve just watching. Maybe Steve would too. But I didn't want him left out.

Joanna lay back on the bed with her legs spread and touched herself under her black silk panties as I sunk my mouth over that big, hard cock.

I didn't always like going down on a guy. I had to be feeling really turned on to enjoy it. But I felt really turned on now. His cock felt amazing in my mouth. I could feel Joanna's eyes on me as I sucked him. It felt so naughty and sexy, being watched like that.

After a while, Joanna slid off the bed and got on her knees next to me. For a moment, she just watched me take her husband in my mouth. Then she leaned in and started to suck on Steve's balls.

It felt cute and girlish sharing Steve's cock with another woman. Both of us were looking up at him as he stroked my hair with one hand and Joanna's with the other, a look of pure rapture on his face.