While I was writing with Lucy and Jack, the couple I later met, I was also writing with another couple, Helen and Chris.
Put yourself back around 20 years ago, mobile phones were not that developed as they are today. Writing emails was the most common way to digitally communicate with others. It took more time it was not instant like it is with messaging now or dedicated dating apps. I was also working and traveling quite a bit so arranging a meeting took weeks, months. Especially in those days, I have never met anyone that could meet the same day or in even during that same week. A lot of planning was involved. Sometimes I was waiting for days, even a week for someone to get back to my message.
Interestingly, a couple of days after that long planned meeting with Lucy and Jack (my first threesome and also first story on this site), Helen and Chris replied. They excused themselves that it had all taken so much time, they were writing with several guys, assessing how the communication went and thinking how to move forward. Now they were decided, they would like to meet me as I sounded the most trustworthy for them. They just didn't know where to meet for their first threesome.
I replied to them with a very long email explaining that I just had had my first threesome and that this was at the couple's house. And how this was very comfortable for all, no outside distractions. I described precisely what had happened during that meeting (see my first story for the details) also insisting that sex is not the goal at a first meeting. It's more about seeing how we match and how far we want to take it. It takes again a week or so before they reply. They liked reading my experience with the other couple and the honesty of how I would approach our upcoming meeting. "OK, in that case we would like to invite you to our place as well".
After finding a date that works for us I am again some Friday evening in my car on to a new suburb close to a medium city in my country. As I arrive on the street where Helen and Chris live, I notice that most houses are newly built. Some don't have a garden yet. Cars are parked on the street because the driveway is not completed yet. A new neighborhood where I shortly arrive at their house.
Chris opens the door and welcomes me inside. Helen is also there, and we shake hands. He's a big, well-built guy, from his appearance a guy that does physical work with strong, big hands. She has a cute face, long black hair, and a very feminine figure. Nice curves indeed. Both are my age, so around 25 or so and have been married for a year I later find out.
We do a lot of talking, just casual stuff and then we also get to the topic of why they signed up to this website, where I contacted them. Initially, they were looking for a female to try a FMF but it seemed impossible to find someone that matched their expectations. Apparently, also some fake profiles where guys pretend to be girls. They were still interested to widen their sexual horizons and so decided to also tick the box that they were looking for MFM. Obviously, messages started to flood their inbox... Talking about this was already quite exciting for me. I wondered what the evening would bring.
But now here I was, sitting in their new house, spacious living room with view onto their unfinished garden.
For Helen and Chris this was the first time they were meeting someone with the intention to spice of their intimate life. They were open minded but also made clear that all should feel comfortable, and no one pressed into doing something that he or she would not like. That seemed absolutely fine to me and I had made clearing during our email exchange that we don't need to go all the way. I felt special already that they trusted me and invited me to their home.
To break the ice and get more intimate Chris proposed a game where the losing person would need to take off one garment. Ha, a bit like strip poker! He got a pack of what looked like normal playing cards, but they had questions or tasks written on them. Some questions were a bit strange. One would need to give and answer or do something. The person reading out the question would have the answer on the flip side of the card. I remember well that one question was to kiss the person sitting on your right side. That was Chris for me! Damn it! I thought for a second but knew I had to do it; I didn't want to be the first without any clothes. So, I quickly kissed Chris on the cheek and the game continued. It felt weird though.
As the game progressed, we were all sitting there with less and less clothes on. Luckily it was warm, so it was all good. To my great satisfaction Helen was losing a bit more than Chris and me and after having taken off a sock, then a second and some bracelet she was eventually down to her underwear. She was wearing a very pretty white lace bra with a floral pattern holding her firm C cup in place. Her long black hair was resting partially on her shoulders, really a very pretty sight. At this point Chris and I were also down to our underwear, the game was really coming to an end.
