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My boyfriend 28M and I 26F are both bisexual. We met at a cosplay event and before that we’d each only ever been with the same sex no opposite-sex experience at all. We became each other’s first, exploring everything together. He’s always been incredibly supportive, putting me first and never judging, which made me feel safe enough to share my deepest, dirtiest desires.
I’ve always battled insecurity. Even though I know I’m attractive, I constantly compare myself to others and feel like he deserves someone hotter, prettier. At the same time, I still crave women. One fantasy consumed me is being shared with a gorgeous woman someone I’d see as way out of my league yet both of them still wanting me the most. It felt like the perfect way to silence my insecurities while satisfying my bisexual side. So we decided to try an ffm threesome.
We picked a bicurious friend from university. We weren’t super close but she and my boyfriend instantly clicked same sense of humor. She’d mentioned wanting to experiment with a woman and I’d been dropping hints for months that we were open to a threesome. Last month it finally happened.
I’ve always been deeply jealous when it comes to him. Early in our relationship, his cosplay account had thousands of followers and every post was flooded with thirsty comments and dms people flirting shamelessly or straight up offering him sex. It twisted my stomach. Even now catching someone checking him out in public feels like claws around my heart. But over time I noticed something darker that sharp sting of jealousy was starting to turn me on. The humiliation of feeling inadequate, replaceable, lesser it made me wet in the most twisted way.
I needed to test it. Before the threesome, I told him clearly “If she makes a move, don’t turn her down.” He knows how jealous I get so he asked few times if I was sure. I also told her she could do whatever she wanted with him no need to hold back because of me. Just saying it out loud made my heart race and my pussy throb with nervous heat.
That night was incredible they both worshiped me, mouths and hands everywhere tongues driving me wild. But the real moment came the next morning. I pretended to need the bathroom, slipped out of bed and left them alone. I waited until I heard the voices I wanted to hear soft kisses, then her quiet moan.
I peeked through the cracked door first, watching my boyfriend the only man who’d ever fucked me slide his cock into another woman’s pussy. Then I walked in, told them to keep going and sat back to watch. Seeing him lose himself in her body shattered my special status as the only woman he’d ever had… and it made me absolutely drip. Jealousy burned through me, blending with raw humiliation and pure arousal until I was soaked.
I still replay it in my head constantly the sounds of their bodies, his thrusts, the way she moan. I touch myself obsessively thinking about it.