One… two… ménage à trois!

A ménage à trois (French for “household of three”) is a domestic arrangement in which three people having romantic and/or sexual relations with each other occupy the same household. It is a form of polyamory.
(Source: Wikipedia)

 

She was young and lonely. Her relationship had just ended and she was sad about it. Sad and lonely. No more fun-filled weekends, but only the quietness around her. She hated being alone, hated that she needed people around her, but that was her nature. She needed someone special in her life. After several weekends of being alone and feeling sorry for herself, she accepted an invitation to a singles’ party. She hoped to meet someone there; someone who could fill her lonely moments.

That someone was there. But it was complicated. He was the host of the party. It took place at his place. The place of him and his wife. She caught his attention. He called her two days later. He courted her. In a couple of weeks he changed her into a needy woman. She needed him. She thought she couldn’t live without him anymore. She was in love. She didn’t care that he was married. By the time he suggested she had sex with his wife, she was willing to do anything for him. Anything to have him in her life. Sex with his wife was not all he wanted. Soon she gave up all her independence and moved in with them.

Two women, one man. A different time than described, but not as happy and fun as other threesomes I had. Still way better than that horrendous nine and a half months from my life...
Two women, one man. A different time than described, but not as happy and fun as other threesomes I had. Still way better than that horrendous nine and a half months from my life…
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They had a three-way relationship. She and his wife had to fall in love with each other. That was his demand. She couldn’t. His wife couldn’t. But they both faked it. Neither wanted to lose him. It was an unhealthy relationship. He refused to fuck either of them if they didn’t have sex with each other first. Their ménage à trois was a secret to the world around them as no one would approve. It was their arrangement. His arrangement, because the two women did what he wanted. If they didn’t, he would hit them. Abuse them. And he did. Several times.

The relationship lasted nine and a half months. Then she fled. She couldn’t take it anymore. Three weeks later she collapsed and it took her years to get over it. Years.

Fuck.

That wasn’t easy to write. Tears burned in my eyes. Fear gripped my heart. Adrenaline rushed through my body. Yes, she was me. I was her. That nine and a half months was part of my life. He was a fucking bastard. It was bad. Pure horror.

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17 thoughts on “One… two… ménage à trois!

  1. Rebel –

    Thanks so much for sharing. Violence/abuse has NO place in *any* relationship, as doesn’t any kind of forced love and nonconsensual sex. To contrast your story, I am in a WONDERFUL and AMAZING relationship with a couple. We are ALL in love, we ALL have an incredible sex life (all together and as three couples), and we ALL live an extraordinarily happy life together, in one home as one family. Nothing is faked or forced, and it is as real as it gets.

    With the right couple in a loving, caring, respectful environment, I’m here to say that what you attempted *can* work, and be better than most other relationships. We are living proof of that. We’ve been a triad for seven years already and it’s only getting better and better.

    xoxo,
    JTK

  2. wow that is hard to read as it must have been to write. there is a sad world of people that need to world their way. I just am glad you are past taht part and with a great man

  3. I am eternally intrigued by the depths need for someone or something can drag people. When they’re so ensnared they almost can’t see the level of suffering until, as you did with guts and determination, look back from the safety of time and distance. I have never wanted anyone or any connection enough to take such a step which is both a sad reflection on me & a mark of your passion for people that you’d take that chance. Good writing always makes me wonder and this has xx

    • Marie Rebelle says:

      Thank you for your comment, Charlotte. I tend to just think: it happened, I dealt with it, it’s done. It is what it is. I won’t allow the abuse to define me 🙂

  4. It must have been very difficult for you to write and share . . . and so wonderful that you have been able to journey on to where you are, and who you are, now!!!
    Anything . . . EVERYTHING . . . has to be fun for all involved doesn’t it. Otherwise it can’t possibly be fulfilling . . . or loving. For me one has to receive the love to be able to fully give it back . . . to make it enjoyable and special.
    So glad that you are now in that place!!!
    Xxx – K

  5. I had no idea it was you… I’m so sorry you had that horrible abusive experience but I’m also very glad you escaped. I know how hard it must have been to write that but I hope it was in some way a cleansing or useful thing to do.
    Sending you love Rebel
    Kat x

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