During my first semester teaching English, I was grateful when my former advisor and now colleague took me under her wing. I often spent holiday breaks with her and her husband (a professor in the geology dept) when I didn’t have the money to get home. Sexual tension between us started to mount and, unsurprisingly (given where I’m sharing this), we had our first threesome on a merlot-fueled New Years Eve after the rest of the party guests headed home.
[Before I go any further, I need to clarify that my employer is not a large university in a progressive coastal city. Rather, this is a private religious institution known more for archaic, puritanical values than inclusivity. So all of this was pretty unexpected.]
Over the next few weeks the three of us fucked constantly and perhaps what surprised me most was how little it changed things. I respected their marriage and they treated me with more kindness than I’d ever experienced as a unicorn before. They were about 15 years my senior but you wouldn’t have guessed it and well-versed in healthy boundaries, communication, and kinky sex.