Giving Our Third An Outlet

Over 20 years ago I met an interesting woman about 5 years younger than me in a graduate school class. Mary was very attractive, but we never felt like we were matched romantically. She also usually dated women, but talked about having dated men in the past, and actually talked very openly with me about sex, discussing intimate issues in a very matter of fact way like there was nothing unusual about it, although she certainly only spoke about these with trusted persons like myself. She mentioned, for instance, that in high school she most often had anal sex to avoid pregnancy, and also often had oral sex and knew what semen tasted like. She also confessed to seducing a much younger man at a summer camp her sister worked at and which she volunteered at a few years earlier.

Eventually she got married, and clearly wanted to both settle down to a single partner and have children. She soon had a baby boy, but then she confessed to me in another conversation that her sex life was difficult because her husband, Mike, had been abused as a child, and found it impossible to initiate sex. He could have sex, but never started it, never showed over interest in Mary's body (or anyone else's), and even when they conceived she had to initiate the action and ultimately transferred his sperm manually--I assume after a blowjob or handjob.

I eventually got a job about an hour away, but we often met up in her town or mine. Once she came up and we hung out in a park, and she talked very openly about how she wanted to be touched and feel desired; I rubbed her shoulders, arms, and legs, in ways she found very pleasing, but she clearly wasn't ready to do more or she would have come to my apartment.

A few years after this, I got married to Alicia, a slightly older woman who was bisexual, and we occasionally talked about having a third. Mary came up again for a visit, and we all got along very well, so it wasn't long before Mary started coming for monthly visits where we would go out to eat, occasionally watch a movie, and fool around.

I'm not going to describe this like a porn scene; the fact is, it's more about romance than sex. But we do get naked, do mutual massages, and then take turns sucking on each other or fucking. Mary loves having her nipples sucked and breasts fondled, and has enjoyed fucking me. I love watching Mary eat Alicia or vice versa, sometimes while fucking the other, and at least fucking one from behind while they 69ed.

But it's also clear that this is as much about sexual satisfaction for Mary than any romance; she doesn't see this as a long-term relationship, just an outlet to reduce her frustration at home. Of course it wouldn't happen with anyone she didn't know and trust as well as us. It's entirely secret from her husband, though he knows she likes to come up for our company and sometimes sleeps overnight. I sometimes wish it was more, but know that this is as close as we will ever be, and may not last forever. It's gone on a few years though, even as her kids have grown, so maybe this is a long-term temporary situation after all. There is definitely love between us, but with limits.