It was a premeditated sexual experiment at the age of twenty two. Dirty, raw, slutty and wonderful. The best thing about it, was that no emotions got tangled – we all did it to try it, and I will never regret as it made me feel absolutely unrestrained, animalistic and like a hot porno star; and for many, this opportunity doesn’t happen quite that easily once you are in a solid relationship, co-existence, married or hung up.


Here’s how it all went down:

There was a man that my friend was obsessed with. He lived in New York City and was in his mid thirties. I think they had met in a bar one night over casual drinks, but continued a very heavy online sex dialogue. She called me up one day and said:
”Would you mind coming over and taking some photos with me? I want to do a sexual story, something that will arouse him and be fun for us.”
“What do you want me to do exactly?”
”Just bring some school uniforms over, nice underwear and we will pose provocatively. Do a naughty school girl story, or something like that.”

Hmm. At this point in my life there would be no way that I’d go through with this proposal, but a lesson to all young women – there’s nothing wrong with experimenting and in my opinion, no better time then when you are in you early twenties and life has not settled.

“Yeah, okay.”

That weekend I met her at the apartment. To my surprise, I was not the only one invited, but also a girl I’d never met with really big breasts and long blonde hair. Her boyfriend was also in attendance, he was the photographer – naturally. What a good deal for him.

Nothing serious happened except for some kissing and minor touching. We winded around each others bodies in our bras and underwear, emulating some kind of twisted sister make out session. All the while, we drank, laughed and felt aroused and mischievous.

Following the photo shoot – we departed our separate ways and did our usual Friday night binge drinking.

My friend sent an elaborate package off to NYC with the photos and printed story line to boot.

A few weeks later, I got a phone call at around 11PM.

“He’s in town, we are at the strip club, come meet us.”
“NOW? “
“Yeah, and please say you will have a threesome with us.”
”WHAT?? I can’t commit to that right now. Let me meet you for a couple drinks first – I don’t want ANY PRESSURE.”
“Fine.”

As I got ready, my flat mates all asked where I was going. I quickly made up some cockamamie lie and left the apartment feeling like a call girl. I didn’t feel slutty or disgusting, just excited.

At the strip club, we had a few drinks. He was cute alright, kind of short – but very smart, witty and up to no good.

He bought me my first lap dance – which to be honest didn’t really do it for me, but I was happy to play the game. What was really on my mind was…what’s next?

Loosened up with the drinks, I gave my friend a sort of nod that I was in, and that was the cue to leave.

Back at the apartment there was no winding up or slow flirtatious build; we got down to business.

It started with undressing, kissing on the couch and quickly descended into oral sex. We both gave him head, I brought her to orgasm giving her head, he watched while touching himself.

Following this he asked her:

“Can I fuck her?”

I had turned into this object and consent was forwarded to her. Although this sounds disrespectful – it was actually super hot.

So we fucked, she watched. We did it in every position on the bean bag that lay in the centre of her living room. After mutual orgasmic cries and cumming, we took and intermission for a smoke break and some more vodka tonic.

Next up, her turn. He was nervous that he wouldn’t be able to match his first fuck, and explained that he was exhausted and needed a break. Poor baby. She allowed him ten minutes to recouperate.

They started going at it and I just casually watched on the couch naked, drink in hand.

Following our romp. I swiftly got dressed, as did he.

We shared the elevator down – and these were the only words exchanged:

“You fuck well” he said.
“Thanks, as do you.”

A mutual kiss kiss goodbye as we parted in two taxis – and that was the last I saw of him.

Several years later, my friendship with the other woman still runs strong, and it never caused an awkwardness or blip in our relationship.

So my advice? If you want to do it, go for it – but pick the right people that you know can handle the quick and clean exit.