So the Wife and I are occasionally slutty, is the thing. We’re polyamorous and bi and allegedly attractive and every once in a while it’s a God damn dream come true, like when our wedding afterparty ended up being an orgy that one time, and the foursome we had on our honeymoon road trip. I should probably post more here just for my own personal records, but I’m gonna try to not get ahead of myself here.
Some years back, her friend Mary from the east coast came to visit for a bit; I knew she was also bi, and in the back of my head I was deeply hoping for a threesome because she was into all kinds of athletic flexibility-related shit and had exactly the kind of body you’d expect knowing that; she was lean and had some lovely muscles and an impish, casually flirty spirit about her, and there’s no way the Wife didn’t also want to hit that. So she was staying with us for her visit, and we’ve got a king sized bed and no guest room so, no big deal, you can sleep three pretty casually on a king without necessarily implying that sex is gonna be involved, so Mary wisely chose the bed over the couch.