Who usually makes the first move when three of us end up in bed? Here’s the honest truth about initiation, spontaneous moments, and how it actually goes from hanging out to threesome sex.
How Sex Usually Happens in Our Relationship
We get asked this question all the time, in our DMs, in the comments, and even by curious friends who know we’re a sort of “throuple.” People want the real details: How does sex happen in your relationship? Do you plan it out in advance, or does it just spontaneously happen? Does someone (usually they ask if it’s me) have to make the first move? How does it go from “just hanging out” to all three of us in bed, having sex together?
The honest answer is… it depends.
Come on now, you didn’t think it was that cut and dry did you? Is anything, ever?? A lot of the time there is some planning, at least the loose kind. We might flirt throughout the day, send a few teasing texts, or simply go to bed with the clear intention that something is probably going to happen. The anticipation builds, and everyone knows the vibe.
But then there are the nights when absolutely nothing is planned. Those unplanned nights can be just as hot (sometimes even hotter).
Take this past Saturday night, for example.
Just a Lazy Saturday Night
We did what we normally do on a lazy weekend evening: picked a movie and chilled out on the couch together until about midnight. No sexy texts during the day. No “tonight’s the night” conversation. Zero expectations of sex. We were just three people unwinding, laughing at the same scenes, and slowly getting sleepy. When the movie was over we all did the normal things, fed the cats, cleaned up what needed to be cleaned up and put away, went to the bathroom, got naked and got in bed. It didn’t take long before I gave each of the guys a kiss and we said our Goodnight’s.
That really was supposed to be the end of a nice night. But I laid there in the dark, the silence feeling way too loud. After a few minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached over and wrapped my hand around my husband’s cock, slowly stroking him back to life.
John was spooning me from behind. He slid his hand along my arm until his fingers joined mine, both of us stroking Jon together. God, I love teasing my husband with my boyfriend. I could feel John’s erection growing hard and insistent against my ass, pressing into me as we worked Jon’s cock. John was unlocked this weekend for some scientific research lol but I left him in his ring, so I had access to him. The contrast was intoxicating, one cock in my hand getting edged over and over, while another throbbed against me from behind. My pussy was getting increasingly soaked.
The room filled with the sounds of enjoyment, frustration, and aching desire. Once Jon was properly teased, frustrated, and dripping everywhere, we all settled back down… or at least most of us did. 😊
John’s hands started wandering over my body, just feeling my skin. Nothing aggressive, no overt attempt to have sex… just touching, caressing, reconnecting after being apart. It’s hard spending twenty-four days out of every month apart. We don’t feel each other’s skin and only see each other on video once a week, maybe a couple times. But after all the earlier arousal, his gentle exploration felt like the hottest foreplay. I got turned on all over again.
I woke Jon up and asked sleepily, “Do you think I should let John feel my pussy, it’s been awhile? Should I let him slide his cock in me from behind?”
He was groggy but managed a yeah. I checked again: “Are you just going to go back to sleep?”
“Yes,” he murmured, and he did exactly that.
John got up behind me. The moment I felt the head of his cock sliding between my legs and parting my wet lips… our cat decided it was the perfect time to start puking. Loudly.
Real Life Interruptions
And… This is real life for ya, folks. 😂
Jon woke up from a dead sleep, climbed out of bed, and cleaned up cat puke while John and I kept having sex. Once the mess was handled, Jon crawled back into bed and immediately fell back asleep. No idea how that man can be asleep 2 seconds after his head hits the pillow!
After edging John for a while in my wet, messy pussy (still no orgasms for him), I decided it was only fair to wake my husband up properly. I told John I was going to sit my freshly-fucked, sloppy pussy on Jon’s face.
As I climbed off the bed and walked around to his side, I scared one of the cats, who launched himself up and over Jon like a furry missile, waking him up before my pussy even got there. 😂 I do think Jon, very much, enjoyed having his wife plant herself on his mouth and rub all over his face.
I made sure to give Jon a good, messy ride on his face before we all collapsed in a satisfied, happy pile. The cats, having caused enough chaos for one night, finally settled down too. We said our real goodnights this time, soft kisses, and that deep, peaceful silence that only comes after really good sex.
Finishing the Night
That’s the truth about sex in our relationship: it’s rarely perfect, often ridiculous, and almost always better than we planned. Sometimes it’s carefully orchestrated tease and denial. Other times it’s spontaneous, cat-puke-interrupted, sleepy, giggle-filled chaos… and those unplanned nights? They might just be my favorite. 😏
If you’re in a non-traditional relationship, I’d love to hear how sex happens for you. Feel free to drop your stories (or questions) in the comments!
Until next time… keep it spontaneous, keep it playful, and don’t let the chaos ruin the fun. ❤️
Michele
