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Dissection of the Ménage à Trois
October 10th, 2012
Here comes the mailman with your Viagra, Ralph!
1988 was a banner year for me. I was separately invited by two male college friends to engage in a ménage à trois with them and their wives. I was never flirtatious with or attracted to these men. I didn’t have a tongue bolt, a belly ring, pierced nipples or tattoos, which is how I pictured a sexual libertine. I wore button-down shirts, penny loafers and, on occasion, glasses that made me look like Sally Jesse Raphael with more hair.
When Frank, who’d been my editor at our college newspaper, propositioned me at lunch downtown, I froze, a beignet grasped tightly in my claw equidistant between my plate and my maw. ”But Frank,” I said, “You’re Asian. Asians aren’t supposed to swing. They’re supposed to ace quantum physics and master teleportation.”
Frank had no answer for that.
My next thought was, “What the fuck is the world coming to?” I judged Frank and my other friend, Ray. I thought their marriages would never last if they were already looking outside of them for sexual satisfaction. I never heard from either of these men again, perhaps because I knew too much.
Henry and I have been married 11 years now. Together 14. Like many couples together for so long we’ve had stretches of sexual apathy and boredom and have had to make an effort to reconnect. There’s been role playing, a lame attempt to pornograph-fy our lives and I’d like to explore an option proposed by a commenter on Longer Marriage = More Adventurous Sex that has to do with electronics, but I think introducing a third person into our sex life is a recipe for disaster, because that third party is a person, not an inanimate object.
In my experience, sex transmogrifies into, if you’re lucky, genuine love, if you’re less lucky, fluttery infatuation or, if you’re totally screwed, mad obsession.
I spent five years with a man who made my 2-year old niece scream every time he entered the room. Poor guy. He’d walk in, she’d stare at him and howl like Shelly DuVall confronted by Jack Nicholson wielding a butcher knife in The Shining. I was fairly certain he was Satan, but the sex was good. Five years, people.
Bottom line. Sex lies. It tells you you’re in love, when maybe you’re just at the mercy of your orgasm. Better to lie to sex, I think. I’m willing to whisper sweet nothings to Henry in Spanish so if he closes his eyes he’s making love to Salma Hayek. But I won’t be inviting her into our bed. Sorry Salma, I know you were sorely looking forward to it, because she’s not an object but a complex human being my husband could actually fall in love with.
I leave you with this quote from the film Kinsey about the famed sexologist:
Sex is a risky game, because if you’re not careful, it will cut you wide open.
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ditto to everything you just said. It’s too risky.
Whenever a woman tells me she’s had a menage a trois with her husband and another woman because SHE wanted to, I immediately red flag it.
This, I think, is the inherent problem with our casual attitudes toward sexual activity in our culture. Not that I’m advocating going back to the other extreme of puritanical judgment and guilt. But, hey, sex matters and who you do it with matters. Complex human beings are involved and hurting them is not cool.
So true. Sex is a sticky wicket. So to speak.
Thrice, yea!
lol
I’ve never been interested in this, but in the interest of full disclosure, I’ve also never been asked.
I’m a jealous person, so anyone who is mine must be only mine.
A woman once put her hand on my husband’s thigh at a dinner party and I lasered it off with my eyes.
So true! Was in love with an addicted personality for two years (or so I thought). It was this unprecedented high, anticipation excitement, chemistry…sadly, it was not love. I encouraged him to go to rehab. He did, and he came home with more than I anticipated, a new woman he had hooked up with over the time he was there. (Three whole days!). Be careful ladies, make sure the love bug is REALLY the one that’s biting you!
Oh Denise, I swore off dating for a year after my five year debacle. I only lasted 4 months, but my husband came along next and I knew he was a keeper long before we dated and were just friendly acquaintances. But having sex with a man always made me insecure and neurotic. Sigh.
Never been asked, not sure I would try it, but definetly, no Salma in my bed, my husband would probably leave me! LOL!
I’m afraid I would fall in love with Salma.
I went through a phase where I was totally into the toys, not the men. Wonderful results without the bullshit. But, I’m happy to say, I’m with Mr. Wonderful now and if someone wanted to share, well, I might have to hurt her!!!
Very early in our marriage, we had a couple ask us to join them for sex. We seriously thought about it (Hey, we were young and not exactly prudes), but decided then that this was a VERY bad idea and that we would never open our bed to any other humans. We both agree that was the right choice. No big surprise that the couple offering the invite didn’t survive.
Two years ago my husband and I went to a hoity-toity chocolate festival in a nearby town. During our lovers’ vacation we received two notes, TWO, one on our car window, and another taped to the hotel room door, asking us if we wanted a man, presumably two different men, but who knows?, to join our little chocolate holiday.
It was flattering. Or maybe it was just creepy. I couldn’t help but look around me and wonder who was propositioning us. Two nights later I had the nastiest dream of, guess what, a three-way with my husband and another man. It was a mighty fine dream, but having had some adventures in my life prior to this relationship I already knew that some things are better left in your imagination.
But still. It is fun to think about.
I’ve never fantasized about bringing another woman into our bed. I know my husband has, but we both know that is not going to work for us.
And, Asians are kinky. Just sayin’.
I hold Asians to a lofty cerebral ideal. Asian friends, disabuse me, please!! Chloe I’m not surprised to hear about the notes on your car and hotel room door. It’s not easy bearing the burden of your perennial hotness. xo
I sit here like a trout ( maybe a guppy.. guppies are cuter right?) opening and closing my mouth trying to figure out what to say.
To quote a rather popular School House Rock Song – ~Three is a Magic Number~ but what the song fails to mention is that it is also really hard to please two people at the same time so unless you have the skills of…. hmmmm I am not even sure who’s skills you have to have I think that the idea of three ( or more) is best left to kinky bedroom story telling.. but that in it’s self gives plenty of room for at least a mentally adventurous romp without the regret or awkward moment when you run into #3 at your local Starbucks… but then that might just be me.
Hi Maddie — I love the guppy image! I’m a wanton provocateur. I come by it genetically, handed down from my grandfather to my mother to me. I do well with just two. What startles me is that people who look tame are frequently far wilder than those of us who might seem to be wild. Sigh.
gotta tell you how I appreciate your writing…so honest…so funny…so real. thank you!
Thanks Elaine!
Well I can tell you that 3 is rather… Boring! Someone is always left a bit out. And I would never recommend it for a serious committed relationship. Bring another man in and he is bound to have a bigger joystick than your mate, bring another woman in and she is certain to squeal louder than you and then your man thinks he pleases her more. I have found that it is normally the male who wants 2 women and will not try 2 men for you. If a girl wants a threesome she is usually pressured by her mate. For me – I prefer to be one on one – much more fun!
Lisa you crack me up. I feel like I missed my time for three window back around 1995. Brief just-turned-30 crisis. If not then, when?
I was 2 years old in 1988. For that reason alone I am relieved you turned down the three-ways that year.
Although, if we were ever to have one “Diane Lane” would be our first choice…
On the one hand I want to kill myself (2 Jamie? 2????) on the other hand I can rest my head tonight knowing that Diane Lane wishes she could be so lucky.
It is a neat fantasy but way to complex to deal with in an existing relationship. Most likely somebody will be hurt. Which means there is at least a 33% chance it will be yourself. I am not above saying it does work for some people, just not most in our society. One easy way to look at is that we use sex to mark our territory and it tends to be a mutual experience. We have a hard time sharing our stuff…. And the innuendo was way to high in this post…
Hi John, I agree. Not sure what you meant by the innuendo.
The Innuendo was with my post and trying not to insert anything
As a side note, I know that the younger me may have had a very different answer…
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[...] Cut to: Two months later Svetlana and I are invited by our mutual friend to a ladies’ night out. After bolstering myself with a Grey Goose martini and several slices of pita bread slathered with slabs of hummus I turned to Svetlana and said, “You and Magnus must have hot sex, may Henry and I join you?” [...]
[...] Cut to: Two months later Svetlana and I are invited by our mutual friend to a ladies’ night out. After bolstering myself with a Grey Goose martini and several slices of pita bread slathered with slabs of hummus I turned to Svetlana and said, “You and Magnus must have hot sex, may Henry and I join you?” [...]
[...] Cut to: Two months later Svetlana and I are invited by our mutual friend to a ladies’ night out. After bolstering myself with a Grey Goose martini and several slices of pita bread slathered with slabs of hummus I turned to Svetlana and said, “You and Magnus must have hot sex, may Henry and I join you?” [...]
By reading the comments on this article, I see 100% negative reaction about swinging. However it’s obvious that none of your have ever tried the experience, hence shouldn’t be commenting against something that you haven’t tried.
My hubby and I tried the experience with another couple and another guy and it has brought us closer together emotionally and more. Our trust and love for each other has never been stronger and there’s no jealousy in our relationship. We are married for 22 years and since 2005 we are swingers. Since then our sex life has been re-ignited between the two of us, as if we are newly married, yet we are in our late 40′s.
We only swing with one couple who live 5 hours away from us and we meet 2 or 3 times a year. But that experience leaves us in a state of mind that spice up our marriage and sex life.
It’s a long story, but the trick to it is to seperate emotion from physical pleasure. My hubby says “sex is a game that grown-ups play” and you have to leave it at that.
Hi Elaine — You know I’m really in a place in my life where I judge not. Couples should do what makes them happy as long as no one’s getting hurt. It would be difficult for me to swing bc when I have sex with someone I fall in love with them. Maybe not right away, but it sneaks up on me, then BAM my hormones convince me I’m in love with a one-armed bank robber.
I am sometimes astonished at the level of hypocrisy of people, at their attempt to established a fictional moral line based on their own sets of experience, education and societal pressure.
Does a one-partnered woman from a small town possess better morals than another 50-partnered woman who grew up in a nudist community?
Does a couple who does not view exclusiveness in sex loves each other less than one who believes otherwise?
Does a person who has never been in a situation where the chance of a threesome presented itself be considered morally superior to those that has, and partakook in said activity?
Finally, ask yourself this question. If society wasn’t watching, if your peers (and yourselves) weren’t so quick to judge each other, would you NOT act out your deepest sexual fantasies? Before answering, consider how many of you pretend-prudes sneak away to watch porn when no one’s looking?