I have only told a few people about the fact that my husband and I participate in threesomes. Most people assume that he must have pressured me into, that I agreed to it to keep him happy. Others think my agreement was because I was secretly a lesbian and I was going to fall in love with whatever woman joined us in bed. These things may be true for some other couple seeking a third person to share their bed, but it was not our story at all.
The fact of the matter is that I have always known that I was pan-sexual. Of course, I didn’t always know that that was the name for it but I knew that I liked people, all of them. I’ve always known that I was a different than most other girls. I was attracted to both men and women. I was cursed with a very expressive face, so the other kids picked up early that I was into other girls and I was branded a lesbian and bullied relentlessly about it. When I moved across the country in junior year of high school, I saw it as a chance to start fresh and I lived for years as heterosexual. I met a great guy and married him.
I was open with my husband about my sexuality but assured him that I took our marriage vows seriously and would never stray. Being the wonderful man that he, he understood that I probably needed to express this part of my sexuality that I had kept hidden away for so long so he suggested that I meet a woman. I didn’t feel comfortable doing that as it would feel like cheating, so instead we found someone to be with together. I won’t go into details but it was wonderful for all parties and it has brought us closer together as a couple. I love my husband and I love that he understands my needs so well.