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After five years of being single, I thought I was done getting anxious before first dates. But one dusty August evening while walking to a bar, my nerves hit me like oncoming traffic. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. It's just like any other first date , I reassured myself. Only this time, you're meeting two people.
I found them the same way I found everyone: through my phone. The app was called 3nder, with the tagline, "Trios Made Easy." In non-App Store English, this meant it was for threesomes. I'd always been curious about a threesome, but more importantly, online dating with single guys wasn't working out. People online seemed to find each other replaceable, probably because we all were replaceable—swipe one of us away and a new one would grow in our place. Each date felt routine, as did the emotions I inevitably felt after them: Either desperately wanting the guy to call me, or never wanting anything to do with him again.
But a date with a couple could be different. It wouldn't make sense to picture our future together, since they'd already have a future of their own. And a threesome seemed like the ideal form of meaningless sex: There wouldn't be room to get emotionally invested. To quote the poet Fat Joe, "What's luv got to do with a little ménage?" Ideally nothing.
I downloaded 3nder and wrote a quick sentence about my interests: typography, vegan food, and Amy Schumer. Hours later, I got a message from a guy who claimed his name was "Boy," saying he and his girlfriend ("Girl") also loved Amy Schumer. One common interest was enough, and we made plans for a drink.
At the bar, I found Boy and Girl near the back, both sitting on the same side of a high table. I ordered a whiskey on the rocks, hoping to impress them. When we clinked glasses, I awkwardly tried to meet both of their gazes, skirting my eyes between them. They didn't look like their pictures—they looked better. This couple was radiant, flush with the glow of an impending adventure.
They didn't look like their pictures—they looked better.
Girl did most of the talking. She was a photojournalist. He was an app developer. They'd met eight years ago at Burning Man, and by now were such festival veterans that they didn't feel the need to convince me—or anyone else—to go. (Non-aggressive Burners are a rare gem).
I noticed they were wearing rings. They'd spontaneously gotten married in Prospect Park last month, and still looked like newlyweds: glittery eyes, beaming smiles. I imagined their wedding as the final scene of a romantic comedy, and wanted to curl up inside it until the credits began to roll.
The conversation veered toward online dating, and I realized I was the resident expert. Though it usually filled me with ennui, in this context, my experience seemed to give me edge.
"It's crazy that a phone can bring cool humans together like this," Boy squealed.
I lit up at the compliment, but laughed at his innocence. "You've been out of the game for eight years. These days, that's what apps are supposed to do."
The night flowed effortlessly. We shared our favorite YouTube videos. Girl showed some of her photos, featuring naked people walking through Times Square. Boy explained why he thought California was "too perfect." I wondered if our night was also too perfect; if the chemistry could just be the excitement of new friendship.
Then the lights dimmed, and they told me the history of their sex life. They'd taken in a third person once before and the dynamic had only fueled their fire, awakening them to each other in a whole new way. I listened intently, in awe that such a thing was possible. They hadn't fought, or broken up. My chest felt weightless—and I realized—I had a crush! But it was on them, as a couple. Was that even allowed?
They'd taken in a third person once before and the dynamic had only fueled their fire
As if noticing my revelation, Boy and Girl reached across the table and placed their hands on mine. Something shifted. I was no longer a mere spectator of their relationship. They were inviting me to become part of the fabric of it. This wasn't a meaningless one-night stand anymore. Something about it felt real.
We left and went to their place. The apartment had the quaint optimism of people starting a life together, packed with personal art and wedding gifts. I felt a burst of glee as I walked into their bedroom. Let the wild rumpus start! This was supposed to be the craziest sex of our lives. I'd gotten this far; I was ready to try anything.
But Boy and Girl immediately set a different tone. They moved slowly, kissing every visible patch of my skin, constantly checking with me to make sure that I felt comfortable. And,though keeping track of six hands was slightly awkward, I did feel comfortable—safe, even. It was like being in a shroud of new romance, where you get the sense that, in your lover's eyes, you can do no wrong.
They moved slowly, kissing every visible patch of my skin, constantly checking with me to make sure that I felt comfortable.
Hours later, I slid my clothes back on. They offered to let me spend the night, but I had to work the next day and decided against it, even though the last thing I wanted to do was leave.
My imagination powered up on the ride home. I envisioned the exact scenes I'd thought I wouldn't: the three of us out to dinner, or at the movies, or on vacation, taking up a whole row on the plane. I wondered which room in their apartment would be mine (or would we share?), and even started planning the speech I'd give my parents, rehearsing the pronunciation of the word "throuple."
The next day, I texted them: "That was fun." They responded six hours later, and we carried on a brief conversation, wherein I talked the most. Soon they stopped responding to my questions. I checked my phone compulsively for the next week: no new messages.
The rejection felt dull, impersonal, and painfully obvious. Of course they didn't want to hang out again. They were busy being in a relationship with each other! Our night had felt real because their relationship was real. The dangling question mark in my text illuminated how carried away I'd gotten, like finding spinach in my teeth after a long, smile-filled day. It could have felt twice as bad to get shut down by two people, but it actually felt a lot like standard rejection.
In hindsight, I'd really only had one crush. Separately, Boy and Girl didn't affect me—I'd fallen for the electricity between them, the strength of their bond. They'd let me jump in and experience that romance with them, and together, we'd answered Fat Joe's rhetorical question: Sex was always better when it meant something, no matter how many people were involved.
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I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way.

I wound up marrying her sister 3 years ago. They show some resemblance but are still very different looking. My relationship with her is very similar to a mother in law. Although she is only 33, she has 4 kids and acts much older than her age. We get along but have never had a friend type of relationship because of her generally serious demeanor. Over the years I've spent many parties, BBQs, etc getting long glimpses of her incredible feet. I got incredibly horny one day when she brought up the subject of her having the nicest feet in the family. She has said it many times since, which is somewhat out of character for her. But I never had any sort of opening to realistically touch them, etc

A few weeks ago my wife mentioned that her sister was going to be sleeping over our house one Friday night soon so they can hang out like they used to before she had kids. I didn't think much of it, since she is always so straight laced. It turned out to be last Friday. She came over at 7ish with two bottles of wine, which was slightly shocking, as I've only seen her drink once, and that was at our wedding. I kept out of their way for the most part and let them do their thing. I was in the living room watching tv around midnight when they found their way onto the couch with me. By this time they were both pretty hammered. My wife was borderline sleeping already. They continued chatting for a few minutes before they both started to become quieter and quieter. My wife fell asleep first and my sister in law made a comment about how she snores and maybe she should go up to bed because she is hard to wake up when she's drinking, and didn't want to snore while I was trying to watch tv. At this point I seriously started to get aroused at the possibility of her falling to sleep stretched out on the same side of the couch as me. I had waited years to even smell her feet in the flesh (not just stealing her socks). I immediately convinced her it wasn't a problem and just to relax.

After another five minutes she was out cold, and within 20 minutes she was lightly snoring. I started to shake slightly at the anticipation, nervousness of the potential situation. I decided that this opportunity may never present itself again and I had to act on it. I slowly woke my wife up and helped her up to bed. She was murmuring nonsense and sleep talking. She was sleeping again as soon as I put her to bed. I went back downstairs and looked at the perfection lying there. She had jeans and socks on with a white tshirt. I had to test the water and see how deep of sleep she was in, so I started to nudge her while calling her name. After a few times with no movement, I started to try to pick her up off the couch like I was trying to bring her ip to bed, since it would have been a normal excuse if she woke. Again she didn't break for snoring at all. This gave me the confidence to remove one of her socks and I really almost came right there. The sight of her naked foot and knowing I was about to get as close as I ever would with them was almost too much too handle. I leaned down and started to take in the aroma from her toes. There was slight heat coming off them and that perfect foot smell we all crave.

I have to finish the update soon, as I'm on an iPad and typing is very slow and annoying.
Holy shit! This guys stops right in the middle of the story?! Who does that? Lol!
Sorry guys....,relegated to typing on an iPad which sucks.

I sat there staring at her naked foot for several minutes, partly because my nerves were getting the best of me. If she woke up and caught me, not only was my marriage possibly ruined, but her husband is an executive in my company. My career could be impacted as well.

I had to test how much rope I had, so I sat beside her feet on the couch and slowly ran my fingernail up the sole of her one naked foot. After a couple of strokes with no reaction, I went a step further and started to rub her foot, getting more aggressive as I went. After 30 seconds with no break in snoring, my confidence was high enough to go forward. I thought about turning the lights off and only having tv on (in case she woke) but I really wanted to see every inch of her feet. I made my move and bent down to her toes and put my lips around her big toe. I just sat there for what seemed like hours just enjoying that moment. The smell of her foot with her perfect toe in my mouth was almost enough to make me cum right there.

Wife getting out of shower now
Thanks for the story, very risky. I take it you're not used to typing on an iPad cos I don't think it's slow at all!

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any new experiences ? I bet she gets drunk often? any pics
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I wouldn’t mind that kinda of threesome one bit!

Would just like to watch a woman I’m with please and get pleased by another woman. I don’t need to touch or be touched by the other woman since I would already have a woman to fuck.
Exactly. I don’t want my wife fooling around with another man, and I’m perfectly fine not fooling around with another woman. It would make me sick to my stomach to see my wife with another man, but I’ve fantasized about her being with another woman, and I’m thrilled that we got to experience it. The hottest part was when the other woman straddled my wife’s face while I was eating my wife’s pussy. And of course, cumming on her face while the other woman watched was amazing.

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For me, a FFM without giving both women equal attention is kind of boring.

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My wife told me this story years ago. When she was a call girl in Vegas, a dwarf or Midget was a customer several times for her. Good paying and huge dick she said. On one occasion he had another call girl waiting when my wife entered the motel room.

He said, today I want you two to have sex in front of me while I am naked. Well they did and my wife almost fell in love. She has been bi and leaning more toward lesbian ever since. She is afraid to have a gay affair because she said there would be a chance she would leave me.

I said, "the door is always open and you have a free will. If you do, it was meant to be. Live your life freely my love."

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I'm with you,but also it would be hard to separate from a woman like her

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