My husband, Don, considers himself a feminist. But I prefer to think of him as a theoretical feminist - the kind of guy who espouses equality, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty of actions, isn't quite ready to go full feminist. This story tells how I took the inconsistency between his words and his deeds and reconciled them in a fun and sexy way.
Don and I married young - we were both eighteen and I'm not sure if either one of us had ever had another sexual partner. So it was unsurprising that Don, like a lot of men, had a fantasy to engage in a threesome - with another woman, I should add. "That sounds good to me, but on one condition," I told him.
His eyes lit up, but at the mention of my caveat, his smile dissipated. "I think you should be a gentleman AND treat this in an equal manner. So I propose we do a threesome with a guy first."
His eyes darted back and forth and he began to put forward arguments about why a threesome with a guy was different and we shouldn't do it. I interrupted him. "And in your threesome, how far would you want this to go? Would you want me to make out with the other woman? To eat her pussy? To have us both give you a blowjob at the same time?"
I could see a bulge forming in his pants. "Well, yeah, that sounds pretty hot," he told me.
"Maybe you could cum in her mouth and then she could pass your semen into my open, awaiting mouth?"
"You'd do that?" Don asked me.
"Well, yeah - if you wanted me to," I told him. "But I'd expect you to do the same."
He looked at the floor and shuffled his feet. "Well, what does that mean, exactly?" he asked.
"Well, I'd want to see you kiss a man, suck his cock and, after he's come in my mouth, I'd want to kiss you and pass his semen into your mouth. Or we could do it the other way around, if you wanted to."
"Laura, that's being unreasonable," he told me. "I mean I'm not gay!"
"I'm not either," I told him. "But if acting gay with another woman and sharing you with her turned you on, I'd do it. I just think you should be willing to do the same."
"I don't know," he told me. "I mean, women seem pretty open to the whole threesome concept, but where would we even find a guy who is into that stuff?"
"First of all," I corrected him, "You seem way more into it than me, as you're the one who brought it up. Secondly, are you unaware that I have several gay friends that would love nothing more than to do this kind of thing?"
"Really!" he said in surprise. "And your female friends?"
"I could probably find one for us," I told him.
"Like who?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" I asked him.
"Well, it probably shouldn't, but, yeah, it does."
I thought about my female friends who would be open to a threesome - sometimes when we were out dancing, we'd be affectionate with one another to tease the guys. And some of my friends really liked to take it pretty far - they'd grind on my leg when we were dancing, or they'd kiss me with tongue. Then I thought about which of my friends Don would find hot. I knew he had a thing for Asian women and I instantly thought of Miko. She had beautiful pale skin and plump breasts. Hell, Don would probably take it up the ass if he thought he could get a piece of Miko."
"I'm not promising anything, but I'm pretty sure I could get Miko to join in." It was all he could do to keep from drooling.
We ended the conversation as we needed to head to dinner. Don was pretty distracted during dinner and I could tell his mind was frantically thinking about the possibilities.
As we drove home, he raised the subject again. "Look, I really want to do this, but how far would I have to go to make this work for you?"
I felt powerful - I liked negotiating with my husband - he always came around to my way of thinking. "Well, we already talked about it, didn't we - oh, I guess not, I mean, obviously, this guy will fuck me and I'll suck his cock. We didn't decide if he would fuck your ass or not, though - or if you'd fuck his ass. I guess it depends on what the guy wants."
Don was silent. Then he broke the silence, "Man, I think I could suck cock and I think I could fuck a guy in the ass. I could probably even let a guy cum in my mouth. But I don't think I could tolerate having a guy fuck me in the ass."
"Look," I told him. "I don't really want to negotiate this with you and then turn around and negotiate it with whoever is going to join in. If the guy wants to fuck your ass, you're going to get your ass fucked."
"Are you sure you can get Miko to agree?" he asked me. I smiled.
We made the date for the following Friday with my friend, Ben, and, on Don's insistence, the date with Miko the Friday after that. "The only way I can get through this," he told me, "is to know what's waiting for me on the other side."
On Friday, we got dressed and met Ben and the three of us went to dinner. Ben and I talked like old friends, while Don sat silently for the most part, like a man about to meet the executioner. "God, lighten up," I told him. I began ordering drinks for Don and he silently drank while Ben and I caught up.
"Don't worry," Ben told Don, as we went back to the car, "I'll be gentle."