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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