Making Three Work

After a night of too much partying I woke up in bed with a girl and a guy. My memory cells slowly came alive, remembering what I did that night with him and her, my bottom burned from a dry penetration, my mouth still had the taste of her pussy. It was my first threeway, menage atroi, bisexual experience. For the rest of my college life I roomed with her and he came by to get his needs fulfilled.

Anal was not my thing, but I grew more and more comfortable with lesbian sex. In the end being lesbian enough was for me more important than being the anal partner of our boyfriend. I stopped giving him sex, and my partner stopped too. We graduated, got jobs, moved to Atlanta, became part of the lesbian scene. Until that got boring. We decided to look for a man.

We advertised online, we offered two women for one man. We were approached by every weirdo around, a lot of them from prison. At work my partner met a man, became friends with him, I met him, he wanted to meet the girl next door. At one late night bar scene we told him that we grew up as the girl next door, only we came as a team. Give us a try and we would prove to him that we were the wife he was looking for, except in stereo.

We have been together now for several months, he has gotten accustomed to having two women beside him, to giving us both attention at the same time, to take me in anal sex, to give us room to love on each other. Our goal is a family of three. We are careful to be the girl next door, not hang with the lesbian scene, be as 'normal' wives as can be. The secret is putting him first. The sex is better. Life is better. And he is very good at anal sex which I am enjoying again.