There was a time in my life when I was sleeping with two people- a man and a woman. How was I pulling this off? I was long-distance with both of them.
I want to be clear I was not cheating. I was upfront that I was seeing other people. TBH, I was really avoiding THAT conversation because I knew I’d eventually have to pick between the two.
They were both fucking awesome. He was a tax attorney and she was an artist. I knew it couldn’t last, but this was a weirdly perfect balance. Plus, being long distance meant I basically got to pretend like I was single and I really valued my space back then.
*Whatever, I was 22 and had a bad breakup. Sue me.*
So dating a writer in a long distance relationship has its perks. I used to write them both very dirty stories about what I would do to them and send it over email.
*I really was always destined to be a GWS contributor.*
This also had the added bonus of satisfying my own sex cravings because I got to write out all my fantasies and then get off.
One night, I was missing sex so I wrote her an essay about how much i missed her body. I talked about how I wanted her to make me eat her out while she stood above me. I described in crazy detail how I wanted to be told what to do and make her come. Man, I think I had like three paragraphs about her breasts alone.
*TBF, she has a great rack.*
I basically went OFF about how much I missed her body and was addicted to her in more detail than could possibly be from my imagination.
I sent it to her, got myself off to it twice to it, and went back to studying.
Then he texted me he wanted me and was thinking of me as he jerked off. I mean, of course I’m back in again.
I write out a very long story about how I wanted him to tie me to his bed and make me beg to suck him off. I wanted him to use a vibrator on me and tell me when I was allowed to come.
*Some of my best work, really.*
I loaded the email pressed send.
So the thing is, I didn’t actually copy my story to him and pasted it without looking. Seconds after pressing send I realized I had just sent him the wrong damn story. I had seriously just sent this dude an entire fucking essay about how I wanted to fuck someone else.
*I had a fucking paragraph about how she tasted.*
My hands were shaking as I tried to think of how to fix this. If I told him not to read it he would definitely want to more.
I was seriously googling how to recall an email when my phone rang and lit up with his number.
*Fuck.*
“Hello?”
“Hey V, can we talk about this?”
I’m definitely about to be down one fuck buddy, right?
“Um… yeah. We can talk.”
“Listen I had no idea you missed having sex with women and I want you to know I’d be down.”
*Wait, what?*
“What do you mean?”
“If you really want to have a threesome I’m open to it.”
“Oh… yeah.”
“I had never even thought about how hot it’d be to watch you with another woman until this story, but I get it now. I just think we should talk about it instead of just writing it out.”
*Well that took a turn. I mean, I should probably tell him but then again… I’m not against this idea either.*
“Yeah… I um, that’d be great.”
Am I the villain in this story? Of course. I was 22 and stupid.
We actually did end up fucking my ex girlfriend together so I wouldn’t feel too sorry for him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sn27qm/i_agreed_to_a_threesome_because_i_really_fucked
Your sense of humor really makes me feel better about writing lol because I can’t go more than a few lines without cracking wise. I feel like misadventures and fuck ups make some of the best stories
Welp that’s it, this is now my head cannon for that Taylor Swift song lmao
>I used to write them both very dirty stories about what I would do to them and send it over email.
Bet the FBI/NSA were like: “Oh shit! Hey Jeff c’mere, this girls at it again, it’s a twofer this time”
Oh yeah even he doesn’t feel sorry for himself, no one does lol
Woman to man: “I want to have sex with a girl.”
Man to woman: “You son of a bitch, I’m in.”
But was it incredible? Lol
I can’t even imagine that hot flush once you realized what you had done.
Did he ever find out about the circumstances there? Or did “his” story ever get read?
Do you still have any of those emails that you sent? Did the threesome happen following this?
Who am I – or any of us – to complain after all the joy you’ve provided us. Having said that…. if there was a story of yours which requires a part 2 this would be at the top of the list.