Timing is a Bitch — Part 2

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I was never the same after meeting Mark.

You always hear those stories of people meeting someone and knowing instantly that they have found their other half. But no one ever really believes in it. One split second is all it takes and your whole life is transformed and you wonder how you ever were able to live without knowing this person. It's a magical experience that I am glad I got to experience even though it has caused me so much pain over the past 17 years.

One day my husband comes home from work and asks me if I would be willing to have a 3some with him. He used to read the Penthouse letters of people just finding themselves in these wild sexual situations, like a threesome for example. He got very excited about these stories, which I knew. He said he wants to watch me get fucked by another man. I had never had the desire for anything like this. I was only 20 and didn't have a lot of sexual experience and was fine with the way things were. I do believe though that we only live once and we are here to make as many memories and experience as much as we can. So I ask, "Who do you want to have the threesome with?" "With Mark.", he replies. Once I heard the name come out of Tom's mouth I was the biggest advocate for threesomes. He tells me that he had asked Mark if he would join us in a threesome and thankfully he said yes.

A lot of time is going by, months actually, it felt like years to me, before we all agreed on a date for Mark to come over to our 1 bedroom apartment, with an orange kitchen from the 70ies, ugly old flower wallpaper that we attempted to rip off, furnished with Tom's Parent's used couches and tables. It would have happened sooner but Tom did get some cold feet for a while. I was so disappointed and told him, we are either going to do it asap or not at all. The tension was getting unbearable for me. I couldn't think of anything else.

Schweinfurt is a little cute city in Bavaria, with cobble stone streets, a marketplace, a few small shops, cafes, restaurants and of course a few bars. One of the bars was an Irish pub whose main customers were young American soldiers. We'd go there from time to time. Not this day though. It was time to pick out some underwear for our upcoming threesome. We are downtown in a lingerie store, checking out panties and bras. I pick a black sheer Joop bra and a matching black thong and it started to really sink in what was about to happen.

Tom and I are sitting on the couch drinking some beers and then he finally arrives. Tom goes downstairs to bring him up and I was probably never more nervous than those few minutes it took for them to walk into the apartment.

We all sit down, drinking some beers, trying to watch some TV, non of us knew what to do or how to act. Quiet interesting dynamic, when everyone pretty much knows what's on the other person's mind but you don't know how to respond. We end up sitting next to each other. I was sandwiched in the middle. Tom gives Mark the Q that he is okay with him starting to make out with me. I totally missed that Q, when all of a sudden everything starts to fade into nothingness and I can taste the sweet flavor of his bubblegum in my mouth while feeling his soft lips caressing mine.

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