For reasons unknown, the Kenny Rogers song “The Gambler” came a jangling into my head when I sat down to write this. And the metaphor is apt, but it’s a slight bit tentative. Still, sing along with me: “You’ve got to know when to hold ’em/Know when to fold ’em/Know when to walk away/And know when to run…
What I’m tryin’ to tell y’all: know when you’re NOT invited into something that looks inviting. And that advice can’t be applied to anything more than a sexual situation, trust me! I have an example that is strong and recent.
I have a lover who I’ve had threesomes with multiple times, in public sex clubs and private homes. I’ve had sex with her hundreds of times, and I’ve done so many things with her that we can’t keep track anymore.
I’d had my eye on another woman too. She and I had been circling each other like sexy wolves on the prowl. Finally, not too long ago, we pounced on each other! Fun was had, genitals were played with, sexual boundaries were crossed forever, and memories were cherished. I even had a threesome (well, a SIX-some to be accurate) with these women together at one point in time, but that’s not what I’m discussing here.
I recently went to my sexy sauna place to relax . What did I hear from the side room? Some moaning and fun sounds. I joined the area just to see what was up. Things often open up in these moments, so I went to see if I could fit in, and if they wanted me to. So who do I see? My lover who I’ve been with hundreds of times, in the middle of some fun with another guy, and the new lover I had been with a few times. And there was a fourth guy there too, just playing with her body and stuff.
So I just watched for a while as this foursome went down, and I thought about joining in. I was already with the two women, so why not? I just had to wait for my moment. So I waited. And felt it out. And waited more. And felt it out. And waited a bit more. And felt that… I wasn’t going to be feeling anything out. Nor feeling anyone up! Why? It just didn’t open up. No signals were sent to invite me in, and I wasn’t going to force my way in.
It’s not that simple to make a threesome happen. Not happily, anyways. If you’ve already been with someone, that doesn’t mean you ALWAYS get to be with that someone, no matter how much they like you and want to fuck your brains out most of the time. Even if they want to fuck you 99 times out of 100, that one time you want to fuck them and they don’t want to fuck you, you can’t and shouldn’t try to force something to happen that they don’t want.
I just sat back and watched the foursome unfold in front of my eyes. The moaning was nice, the sexy times were fun, and the sauna was warm as hell after. I went home soon after, and heard from my lover that I was with hundreds of times. She said she heard me and felt me at the edge of the foursome, but it was a private session that was actually supposed to be a threesome, but one guy just joined in near the end without asking.
Thankfully, I avoided being THAT GUY by not forcing my way into a situation that I wasn’t invited into. And so… I saw her a few days later and made her squirt like crazy, so there was a happy ending after all to the story!
Wait for the invitation,
Addi Stewart
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