“I don’t think I’m going to eat her pussy,” Anna said.
I chuckled.
“Sure thing, babe,” I said. “Whatever you feel comfortable with, it’s totally fine.”
And I meant it. It was, after all, going to be her first threesome, and I knew she was taking a big step by even trying. We’d had quite a few talks over the previous weeks, after she felt that she was ready for me to start looking for a woman to join us.
I’d had a decent amount of experience with non-monogamy and group activities in my 20s: a couple dozen threesomes between my ex-girlfriend (the subject of one of my earlier stories) and some fun friends with benefits. But Anna had been unlucky to have a series of vanilla boyfriends in her 20s; we met early in our 30s, and she was ready to try new things. I’d told her about wanting to have some level of non-monogamy during our first couple dates, and she’d said she’d always wanted to have a threesome, just never had a willing partner or a way to even find a ‘unicorn.’ Anna doesn’t identify as bi, but she’s always admired the female form and had always wanted to see what it would be like being with another woman.