A Little Rant about being the Unicorn in a FFM Threesome and What I Learned from my Experiences

No one considers how hard it can be to be the unicorn.  I know from experience, I was that unicorn for a few crazy months.  While I was treated like a commodity and people were really excited to talk to me, my needs were almost totally overlooked.  I felt both revered and resented.  This is a little rant about my time as a unicorn and what I learned from it.

I began with the purest of motives.  I wanted to explore my bisexuality for the first time without the pressure of one-on-one dating.  Plus, I had always wanted to try a threesome while in past relationships, but I always worried I’d be jealous of the other girl.  I thought, “Why not kill two birds with one stone?”  I can finally experience a threesome without worrying about feelings and I’d be able to experience being with a woman.  How perfect!

I had no idea what I was doing or where to start.  This was a few years ago, before the Feeld (previously 3ndr) app came about or OkCupid was flooded with couples looking for bisexual women to fulfill their threesome fantasy.  The desire for a threesome was still something couples shared in private.

I turned to the website Reddit, specifically the sex subreddit, which is a forum on which users can ask questions related to sex.  I asked something to the effect of “I’m a woman looking for a couple to join for a threesome.  How do I go about it safely?”  I received exactly one response, which directed me to Fetlife.

As I came to discover, Fetlife is mainly a community for the BDSM crowd.  It’s more like a Facebook for those into BDSM and nothing like a dating site; although, as I was to discover, I would receive messages from plenty of men wanting to be my “dom.”

I uploaded naked, headless photos of myself, like everyone else on the site, and wrote something wishy washy expanding on my desire to explore my bisexuality with a couple.  And then, I was stuck.  It wasn’t a dating site, so how was I supposed to reach out to couples?

Eventually, I found the groups and specifically, the local threeway group.  I don’t remember exactly what I posted.  I’m pretty sure I posted something about looking for a couple with a bisexual female and wanting to be friends with benefits.  I might have said something about not being polyamorous.  And then, I waited for the replies.

I was so naive.  I thought it would be easy to meet a couple I clicked with.  After all, I was so rare and I received a ton of a responses to my post.  Everyone seemed so overjoyed to find a third.  And yet, it took months before I would actually meet a couple.

There were a couple of reasons for this.  Some couples would reach out to me, message me a lot over Fet Life, but when it came down to exchanging phone numbers or if I tried to set up a coffee date, they’d suddenly disappear.  I theorize that a lot of them enjoyed the fantasy of a threesome, but got scared when they realized it might actually happen.  Or there never was a woman.  A lot of the time, I was contacted by men who would contact me and be excited and then would suddenly disappear, only to come back and admit that they hadn’t spoken to their partners before reaching out to me.  I had one guy ask me to flirt with his girlfriend on Fetlife without telling her I had spoken to him first.  Why would I do that?


When I was contacted by the female half of the couple, 99% of the time, she would say she was acting at the direction of her Sir.  This was Fetlife after all.  Most of the couples who contacted me were in dom/sub relationships, with the female being the sub.  When the woman would act as if she were acting solely at the direction of her man, I wondered if she really wanted to do or not.  Plus, it was generally a turn off.  I wanted all parties to be treated equally.  I didn’t want to treat the man as our master and act at his direction.

Some couples forgot I was a person with my own wants and needs.  They’d contact me as if they were ordering off the value menu and just assumed I’d show up at their house because they’d sent me one message requesting I do so.  Some couples gave me a big list of dos and don’ts.  “You will be into this.”  “You will not do this.”  “This will be for one night only.”  They basically wanted a sex toy, not a person with her own desires and needs.  What they really needed was a prostitute.

The most frustrating couples were the ones who claimed to never have a free moment to meet me.  For months.  They’d continue to text me like we were best friends while having excuses why they couldn’t meet me.  These were couples who I felt like I had established a relationship with over text, or enough of a relationship that I felt  too bad to issue the ultimatum of “we have to meet or I’m going to move on.”  I struggled to stand up for what I wanted.

Being a people pleaser made it difficult for me to narrow my search down to the right couple.  I found myself molding my own desires to fit theirs.  I started doing what was asked of me rather than standing up for myself.  I wanted too much to be liked. I specifically said I was not polyamorous and wanted something very casual.  Couples lured me in and then wanted me to go on separate dates with them and be exclusive with them.  I wasn’t looking to form a perfect triad and I didn’t want to foreclose finding a mate of my own.  I thought it was incredibly selfish for a couple to want to be exclusive with me when we could only see each other every other weekend.  I wanted my own little happy home to go home too.  I also didn’t feel it necessary to date the couple separately as well as together.  I felt like I was constantly auditioning for a relationship style I didn’t want.

I reluctantly agreed to meet only one couple separately, only because I had been texting with the male for months and I had met the couple briefly and liked them.  After meeting him, he wanted me to hang out with his wife separately and told me to set something up with her.  I texted his wife to set a date and received a one word, dismissive response. I thought, “Why am I going out of my way to please a couple who set aside about 30 minutes to meet me after talking to me for two months and the wife doesn’t even seem all that interested?”

Couples who string along a woman for months with most of the communication being with the male don’t realize that the unicorn forms an attachment with the man.  With the couple I described above, I built up a connection with the male that I didn’t have with the female.  He, like most men, tended to be sexual in his correspondence, which caused me to envision him sexually without thinking of his wife.  I couldn’t help it.  When I met his wife, I only saw her briefly and then continued communicating with her husband.  She almost seemed like an intruder.  I had to refocus my mind to remember that they were a couple.

I ultimately hooked up with just one couple.  There were important differences between how that couple approached me and how all the other couples had approached me:  the female contacted me and actually made time to meet me.  She was in a dom/sub relationship, but made it clear she was doing it because she wanted to.  They didn’t make me jump through a bunch of hoops to prove myself.   They made me feel like I was wanted and not the last item on their priority list.

I realize that by writing this I may scare off anyone considering becoming a unicorn.  You can make it work as long as you stick with what you want.  Here are a few tips based on my own experiences:

  1.  Be clear about what you want and stick with it.  If you want a polyamorous relationship, tell them as much.  If you just want something casual, tell them.  Don’t let them steer you toward the relationship they want.
  2. If someone cannot make time to meet you within a reasonable time period, they  aren’t placing any importance on a relationship with you.  They’re also wasting your time by stringing you along when you could be meeting couples who will make time for you.  Your time is as valuable as theirs.
  3. Don’t be so worried about what people think of you that you go along with something you don’t want.  You often feel like you’re on a never ending audition.  You find yourself wanting to pass the test.  If they are asking too much of you, stop seeing them.
  4. Depending on the relationship style you want, go to meet and greets or munches, as they are often called.  There are swinger meet and greets, poly meet and greets, BDSM meet and greets.  You won’t waste your time with the “never meets” and you can gage whether you have any chemistry with the couple.
When I’ve told this story before, it has angered a lot of couples.  They validated every action that the couples took, even not having time to meet the unicorn for months.  I think it’s like any other form of dating.  If you have different wants or needs, you don’t continue to date.  You don’t try to change the other person and you certainly don’t get mad because they have their own needs.
I’m no longer bitter about my experiences as a unicorn.  It was a growing experience as have been my other experiences with alternative sexual and relationship lifestyles. And if I ever find myself single again and wanting a little threesome fun, I will know exactly what to do.

First Time Hot Wife

      He said he wanted to share, but I had my doubts.  I didn’t want to get into to it, only to have him change his mind.  I didn’t want him to realize his fantasy should have stayed fantasy after making it a reality.  I didn’t want him to take his regret out on me.
      He assured me he was fine.  He wanted to share me with another man.  He wanted a threesome.  He gave me permission to feel excited.  He told me it was okay to want to fuck someone else.  It turned him on that I wanted to fuck someone else.
      He came up behind me, pressed his body against my back, and wrapped his arms around my waist.  His breath tickled my ear as he murmured, “Tell me you want to fuck someone else.”
     I felt a rush of adrenaline.  Thinking of fucking someone else did excite me, but I was too shy and scared to tell him so.
     He pulled back my hair and kissed my neck.  “I want you to be my little slut , are you my little slut?” he asked.
     I smiled and leaned my head to expose more of my neck.
     “Come on,” he gently pleaded, “Tell me you want to be your little slut.”
    “I want to be you little slut,” I replied quietly.
     I felt his dick harden against my back.  He ran his fingers down the crevasse between my breasts and gently caressed my nipple with his thumb.
     I inhaled sharply and felt a tingling between my legs.  I arched my back against him and guided his hand under my skirt and panties and to my clit.  He began rubbing it in just the right spot.
     “I want to see you get on your knees for another man and watch as you deep throat his big cock.   I want to see get on your hands and knees and take his big cock from behind.  I want to watch your ass shake with every powerful, deep thrust.  And then, I want to sink my dick into your pussy right after its been stretched out by him.”
     I wanted it. I wanted it so badly my panties dampened.  “I want you to see how well I can take another guy’s cock.  I want to suck your dick while you watch him fuck me.  I want you to make me gag while I’m getting fucked hard.  I want you both to fuck me.”
     I liked it rough.  I liked to obey and I wanted to be his little slut.  I needed to be his little slut.
     “So you want to do this?”
     “Yes, I need to do this.  I need you inside me now.  I want you to keep telling me how much you want me to be your little slut.”
     “Are you ready to meet him now?”
     “Right now?” I asked, my heart pounding nervously.
     He kissed my neck and rubbed my pussy.   It was almost like he was trying to remind me of how wet I was.”
     He replied, “He can be here in thirty minutes.”
     Fear began to well up inside me.  I was a planner and this was simply too spontaneous.  I wasn’t the go-with-the-flow type, especially not with something like this.
     He sensed my tension.  “Just relax,” he said as he began rubbing my clit again, “You were really into to it until you found out someone was coming today.  Don’t worry about it.  You guys are just meeting.  I wasn’t thinking we’d do anything today.”
     That was enough reassurance for me.  I wasn’t under pressure to do anything.  I was just meeting someone, relaxing and having a good time.  It was within my power to say no.
     So I sunk back into the fantasy, sunk back into the pleasure he was giving me and focused on his words.
     “That’s my girl.  I know how badly you want to be in the middle of me and another guy.”
     I arched my back against him and whimpered.  I wanted to experience what he was describing so badly.
     “I want to be filled up.  I want to be fucked by two guys at once.  I want to show you what a good little slut I am.”
     He gently bent me forward, so that I was bent over and grasping the arm of the couch.  He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and rubbed my pussy, before gently inserting two fingers.
     “Yes, please,” I whispered in desperation.
     He moved his fingers in and out of my pussy getting rougher and harder with each stroke.  I begged him to finish me off.  I told him I’d do whatever he wanted.  I told him I wanted to feel another guy’s huge cock in my pussy.  And I wanted him there watching.
     I didn’t get a chance to cum.  His phone buzzed and he pulled his fingers out of me to check; even though, I begged him not to.
     “He’s here.  Now clean my fingers off like a good girl, so I can answer the door.”
     I dutifully sucked my juices from his fingers and then I waited for him to go downstairs and let him in.  I was flushed, a little nervous and yet confident.
     I don’t know what kind of man I was expecting but I was pleasantly surprised. He was tall, dark and handsome and carried himself confidently.  My heart fluttered.  I smiled shyly and said, “hello.”
     We exchanged pleasantries and sat down to chat.  His name was David and I liked him instantly.  He was charming, funny, and attractive.  He seemed like a genuine person and was easy to talk to.  None of our conversation focused on a possible threesome and I began to believe my husband had been pulling my leg or doing nothing more than gauging my potential interest in a threesome with another man.
     But as the night progressed, there were signs that there may be a little something more to our meeting. I could swear David was flirting with me, but then again, I thought maybe I was imagining it.  He positioned himself so that he was sitting next to me while my husband sat down on the couch across from us.
     The conversation seemed to center around me.  I was growing giddy from a little too much wine and sunk into David and he responded by putting his arm around me.  My husband placed his hand on my knee.  It seemed so natural.
     I can’t remember who segued into talking about sex, but eventually we were discussing past sexual adventures.
     “Did my husband tell you how he wants to watch me get with another man?”
     David chuckled, “That’s why I’m here…to see if there’s chemistry between us.”
     I asked the obvious question, “So do you think there’s chemistry?”
     “I think there is,” he replied, “Do you?”
     “I think you’re alright,” I joked.
     There was an awkward pause and my husband couldn’t take it any longer.  “If there’s chemistry, why don’t you act on it?”
     I turned to David, smiled a somewhat shy smile, and began to unzip my dress.  He helped me unzip my dress and I lowered my top exposing my breasts.
     I traced my fingers along my breast invitingly. David followed suit, lightly caressing each nipple.  His touch, his gentle caress of each of my sensitive nipples was instantly arousing.  I whimpered softly.
     He went further and took my nipple in his mouth and flicked my nipple with his tongue.  My whimpers became louder.  My panties dampened.  I looked at my husband and our eyes met. The intense pleasure I felt clearly registered on my face.  He smiled at me in a way that showed he was clearly enjoying himself.  His reaction fueled my pleasure and made me want to take it further.
     I reached down between David’s legs and began rubbing his hard cock from the outside of his jeans.  “Take off your pants.  I need your dick in my mouth.”
     He quickly pulled down his pants and revealed his big dick, much bigger than my husband’s.  I wanted to feel him inside me right away, but I wanted to impress him with my oral skills and put on a little show for my husband.
     I pulled his skin taut and licked up the shaft, enjoying the sound of his sharp inhale at my touch.  I kissed the head of his penis and teased him a little bit before slipping his cock deep inside my mouth and down my throat.  I held him tightly at the bottom of his shaft and cupped his balls as I deep throated his cock, bobbing up and down.  He mumbled a few explicatives, which only made me try harder.
     When my throat could take no more, I stroked his shaft and turned to look at my husband.   He was smiling ear-to-ear.  The drool from sloppy blow job had dripped from chin onto my tits.  My breathing was heavy, my panties wet.  I had sucked another mans cock.  The evidence was all over me.  I obviously wanted to fuck this other man and my husband loved it.  I had never been so turned on.
     “Am I doing a good job?” I asked my husband.
     “I liked it,” he replied, still smiling, “I want to see more.”
     As he spoke, Dave slipped his hand between my legs, under my panties, and started massaging my clit.  I whimpered.  “I want you inside me,” I said, barely able to get the words out.
     I turned to my husband, “I want you to watch my ass shake as he fucks me doggy style..”
     David pulled down my panties and plunged his cock into my soaking wet pussy.  I lost myself in the pleasure.  He fucked me hard and deep.  I almost forgot about my husband until he began cheering me on.
     I said to my husband, “Come here and let me show you my appreciation for letting me have this big dick.  Come shove your dick in my mouth.”
     He did as he was told and I struggled to suck his dick while being fucked so very well by David.  Sucked him and stroked his shaft as he watched David fuck me hard and deep and listened to my enthusiastic moans.
     “I want to fuck your stretched out pussy,” my husband said, near breathless, “ss I watch you suck your cream off David’s dick.”
     So David and my husband switched places.  My husband slid his dick into me as I began sucking David’s dick.  My husband cussed in pleasured disbelief at how good my pussy felt.  I tried to put on a good show for him and suck and lick all my juices off David’s dick.
     As he pounded my pussy, my husband asked, “Are you ready to take his dick in your ass?”
    I could barely speak, but I managed to reply, “Yes, I want his cock in my ass so bad.”  I wanted my husband to know how much I wanted David’s cock in my ass.
    “Make sure you deep throat his cock, lube it up really good.”
     David grabbed me by my hair and pushed my head further down his cock.  I tried my best to push past my gag reflex and show David and more importantly my husband, how much I wanted to suck his cock.  I wanted them to see how good I was.
     David told me when he was ready.  He instructed me to get on all fours.  He grabbed my ass firmly with one hand and slowly worked his way into my ass.  I winced and whined with the first couple of thrusts into my ass.  I didn’t know if I could take such a big dick, but my ass soon stretched to accommodate him and I was soon desperate for him to go deeper and harder.
     As soon as David was in my ass, my husband stuck his dick in my mouth.   I felt so sexy and so proud for being able to take his big dick in my ass and felt so in love with my husband.  There was just one thing I wanted to do before either of them came.
     “I want you both inside me.”
     David leaned back on the couch and my husband knelt in front of me, and slid his dick inside me.  It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was getting fucked by two dicks at once.  The pleasure was too much for me to take.  I didn’t last long before I came, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body and leaving me breathless.
     Our guest of honor still needed to climax.
     “I want you to come inside me, David.”
     He instructed me to get on my knees.  He then pushed my head to the floor.  I arched my back downward, making my ass even more prominent for him.  He began thrusting deep inside me.  I rubbed my clit, the thought of him coming in my pussy doubling my pleasure.  My husband hovered above me with a camera, capturing my ecstasy as I took David’s thrusts.
     Finally, David let out a grunt and came. As soon as David pulled out and stepped away, my husband was there, instructing me to push out David’s come as he filmed.
     David left rather quickly.  Maybe, he felt a little awkward.  My husband and I didn’t care.  We were so in love with each other at that moment.  We wanted to be alone.
     I told my husband I loved him and thanked him for letting me be with another man.  We were soon kissing and undressing.  He rubbed my clit as I stroked his cock.  He laid me down, ready to reclaim my pussy.
     He spread my legs and fucked me missionary style.  He kept demanding I tell him how much I liked to deep throat another man’s cock, get fucked by another man’s cock, get cream pied by another man’s cock.  It was my fantasy come true and reliving it while my husband fucked me was the most pleasurable experience of my life.  I almost cried.  My husband seemed almost delirious with pleasure himself.  When he came, he let out a deep moan, a louder, more desperate moan than I’d ever heard.  He collapsed at my side and held me.
     We stayed together and held each other for a long time afterward, neither of us speaking, enjoying the after glow of our adventure.  We had discovered a way to make our love for each other grow even bigger.  It was the start of a new life together.

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