Okay, so here's the deal with the disastrous threesome I've discussed elsewhere on this board:
As someone who experienced sexual abuse within a relationship when quite young - and ended that relationship after an unplanned threesome went very wrong - I vowed I'd never get involved in anything resembling non-monogamy, a "love triangle", or group sex EVER again. The whole idea of polyamory seemed vaguely sleazy to me.
That was until decades later when I became involved in my current relationship - a closed poly V - last year. Still I remained somewhat uncomfortable; especially when I found myself being gently coerced into expanding our relationship to include intimacy between all three of us in a group setting.
My partners assured me it didn't have to be a big deal, but that communication was key. We all agreed that we should take it slow, have condoms on hand, decide on a "safe word", and that nobody should feel obligated to go along with anything they didn't want to do. Nor should we be drunk or impaired.
I explained to B that because of my social anxiety and past issues with abuse, as well as the fact that I'd be the "new girl" (they used to be casual sex partners), I MAY find it hard to ask for what I need, or to call a halt to the activity if I felt really anxious or ganged-up on/left out in the moment. B said she understood and agreed that we would "check in with each other" every step of the way during proceedings.
So the time came when I finally met and had sex with each of my lovers in person (separately) during a blissful month overseas. So far, so good.
When the day of our joint meeting arrived, I was nervous as hell but still anticipatory to a degree, so I took one of my recently prescribed anti-anxiety pills (they both know I'm on these). Not being a drinker or habitual user of medication, I didn't think about the effects when I consumed a couple of glasses of alcohol before dinner... then another couple afterwards.
J was also clearly nervous and quite drunk by the evening, but unbeknownst to me and B, he also decided he'd use a little speed and a drug that's commonly prescribed for erectile dysfunction (although he doesn't have this problem) just before joining myself and B in the hot tub.
By the time J joined us in the spa, he was already sporting an obvious hard-on and B was starting to kiss and fondle me. Suddenly it hit me that, ready or not, a threesome was about to happen! When J moved closer and began to manually stimulate me (I was unsure whose hand it was till later, as it was dark and underwater) while B was kissing me, my stomach dropped and I began to silently freak out and dissociate from what I felt was happening TO me.
I couldn't relax and enjoy the sensations and didn't want to have BOTH my lovers watching me as I came (guilt, shame, embarrassment?) so I said "no" or "stop" and pushed the hand away (I had to do this twice). Feeling guilty for "ruining" it for them, I redirected their attentions towards each other, even though my heart was crying "no, don't do that!"
My memory is hazy about what transpired after that, but I know J brought B to orgasm via fingering her, and at some point B went down on J which tore my heart out and made her hate her a little. Yet for some reason, I felt compelled to encourage them and I know they thought I was perfectly fine with everything although nobody actually asked me at any point. The whole thing felt sort of like an out of body experience, and I can't recall how it ended and nothing more until I was woken up in the middle of the night by J trying to climb into the bed B and I were sharing.
Physically and emotionally uncomfortable, I left to go sleep on the couch... but I just ended up crying all night, flashing back to "seeing" B's mouth wrapped around J's cock every few minutes, while they slept peacefully cuddled up in the bedroom.
It was a nightmare, and I had a massive meltdown the next morning. I knew I'd allowed it to happen, even encouraged them (if only to draw the attention away from me and my lack of reaction), and that nothing "bad" had actually happened... but for some reason it still felt like I'd been forced into something, "used", and like my requests regarding prior discussion, boundaries, checking in, and consent to certain acts had not been honoured.
Am I crazy for thinking this way? This almost destroyed my relationship with B, though we've since worked it out, and has definitely put the kybosh on any plans we had to live together as a group for the time being.
As someone who experienced sexual abuse within a relationship when quite young - and ended that relationship after an unplanned threesome went very wrong - I vowed I'd never get involved in anything resembling non-monogamy, a "love triangle", or group sex EVER again. The whole idea of polyamory seemed vaguely sleazy to me.
That was until decades later when I became involved in my current relationship - a closed poly V - last year. Still I remained somewhat uncomfortable; especially when I found myself being gently coerced into expanding our relationship to include intimacy between all three of us in a group setting.
My partners assured me it didn't have to be a big deal, but that communication was key. We all agreed that we should take it slow, have condoms on hand, decide on a "safe word", and that nobody should feel obligated to go along with anything they didn't want to do. Nor should we be drunk or impaired.
I explained to B that because of my social anxiety and past issues with abuse, as well as the fact that I'd be the "new girl" (they used to be casual sex partners), I MAY find it hard to ask for what I need, or to call a halt to the activity if I felt really anxious or ganged-up on/left out in the moment. B said she understood and agreed that we would "check in with each other" every step of the way during proceedings.
So the time came when I finally met and had sex with each of my lovers in person (separately) during a blissful month overseas. So far, so good.
When the day of our joint meeting arrived, I was nervous as hell but still anticipatory to a degree, so I took one of my recently prescribed anti-anxiety pills (they both know I'm on these). Not being a drinker or habitual user of medication, I didn't think about the effects when I consumed a couple of glasses of alcohol before dinner... then another couple afterwards.
J was also clearly nervous and quite drunk by the evening, but unbeknownst to me and B, he also decided he'd use a little speed and a drug that's commonly prescribed for erectile dysfunction (although he doesn't have this problem) just before joining myself and B in the hot tub.
By the time J joined us in the spa, he was already sporting an obvious hard-on and B was starting to kiss and fondle me. Suddenly it hit me that, ready or not, a threesome was about to happen! When J moved closer and began to manually stimulate me (I was unsure whose hand it was till later, as it was dark and underwater) while B was kissing me, my stomach dropped and I began to silently freak out and dissociate from what I felt was happening TO me.
I couldn't relax and enjoy the sensations and didn't want to have BOTH my lovers watching me as I came (guilt, shame, embarrassment?) so I said "no" or "stop" and pushed the hand away (I had to do this twice). Feeling guilty for "ruining" it for them, I redirected their attentions towards each other, even though my heart was crying "no, don't do that!"
My memory is hazy about what transpired after that, but I know J brought B to orgasm via fingering her, and at some point B went down on J which tore my heart out and made her hate her a little. Yet for some reason, I felt compelled to encourage them and I know they thought I was perfectly fine with everything although nobody actually asked me at any point. The whole thing felt sort of like an out of body experience, and I can't recall how it ended and nothing more until I was woken up in the middle of the night by J trying to climb into the bed B and I were sharing.
Physically and emotionally uncomfortable, I left to go sleep on the couch... but I just ended up crying all night, flashing back to "seeing" B's mouth wrapped around J's cock every few minutes, while they slept peacefully cuddled up in the bedroom.
It was a nightmare, and I had a massive meltdown the next morning. I knew I'd allowed it to happen, even encouraged them (if only to draw the attention away from me and my lack of reaction), and that nothing "bad" had actually happened... but for some reason it still felt like I'd been forced into something, "used", and like my requests regarding prior discussion, boundaries, checking in, and consent to certain acts had not been honoured.
Am I crazy for thinking this way? This almost destroyed my relationship with B, though we've since worked it out, and has definitely put the kybosh on any plans we had to live together as a group for the time being.