He said, “I read your ad, it sounded rather thrilling
I think a meeting could be mutually fulfilling
Why don’t we meet for a chat
The three of us in my flat
I can’t forget what I read”
This is what it said:
If you dream of the girl for you
Then call us and get two for the price of one
We’re the answer if you feel blue
So call us and get two for the price of one
If you dream of the girl for you
One of the funniest things about meeting Madeline was the Hunter’s reaction to all this. First, he was a bit anxious that I was meeting a complete stranger by myself. I laughed and said that M isn’t a stranger, we are meeting in a public place and he needs to calm down. He did and I commend him for trusting me on this. He was needlessly worried about our anonymity.
When I got home, he was already half-asleep, exhausted by his early wake-ups (4 am), long work day and commute, so we didn’t talk too much about my evening. Plus my head was spinning about some job stuff, which I’ll post about. The day I met M had some big thinking events (M and a job interview), so I needed quiet to process it all.
The Hunter was apparently processing the M meeting and it revved his engine up. I got a text the next morning. “I had a dream last night about fucking both of you and it was a lot of fun. Invite her over for a threesome.” That made me laugh. I text him back, “I love a good, naughty fantasy. Sexy man.” He calls me and we chat. Apparently my meeting with M, which was innocent girlfriend chitchat and fun, triggered intense sexual fantasies in him that have been dormant for a few months.
I get another text a couple of hours later. “So are you having your new friend over for a fuck fest?” I replied, “Nope”.
Let’s dive into all this. M can chime in here as well because I shared this with her first because it does include her to a certain extent. The Hunter has always been interested in a FMF threesome. Due to his jealousy issues, a MFM threesome is not in the cards. I have been a hesitant. At the beginning of our relationship, I wanted time for us to solidify our relationship before moving onto varsity, post-graduate activities. He agreed. One of my biggest requests has been that the third needs to be an anonymous person, NSA-type, actually I would prefer a sex worker. Sorry, M, but nobody I know will be in the bed with me and the Hunter. LOL.
Now here we are, a year later and the Hunter is once again thinking about it. M’s visit coupled with the security of a new job where he feels happy and secure has apparently relaxed his brain and allowed the fantasies to pop back up.
Last night he got home and was cooking dinner while I walked the dog. He had no shirt on when I left and when I returned 15 minutes later, he was wearing underwear, a huge grin and had popped half a Cialis. He fucked me on the couch while dinner simmered. I was bemused. Where the hell did this come from? He wanted to eat dinner naked, but I’ve got limits. He can, but I pulled on a t-shirt and sat on top of my skirt.
I drank some wine during and after dinner, he smoked a little after dinner and got a second wind. I jacked him off while he had a butt plug in. Then he began talking about how the threesome would work. Clever man had recalled some of my previous requests, namely the criteria for the third. He has already called me again today to discuss this.
I have to say how much I appreciate his consideration of my needs, thoughts and comfort level in this. I have told him this as well. Do I really, really want a threesome? Meh, I feel some stirrings as the Hunter’s sexy voice lays out the scenario, but I’m also not “Whooo Weeeeee — lets DO THIS!!” Remember – I am a middle-class, somewhat conventional 51-year old woman, so this shit is major league for me. I need some time to think about it, but I also know I shouldn’t over-think it. Sometimes you just need to jump into the deep end and not worry about how cold the water is or how high the diving board is.
I told the Hunter this could be his birthday present, but he doesn’t want to wait until late May and he’s thinking about more than once. Good grief, is this Pandora’s Box? We have a bit more to talk about, but what the hell, I’m in.