I posted this story in another sub, but the mods of that sub removed my post, so now I'm here, which is probably where my post belongs considering the outcome.
A few nights ago my gf (19) and I (22m) were supposed to have our first threesome with another guy (22). The other guy was someone who volunteered with us on weekends at the same animal shelter. My gf and I were in the process of looking for someone to have a threesome with and he eventually became our guy. My gf liked him, I liked him, and he liked us. But did he like us enough to want to have a threesome with us? At first, his answer was an awkward "I don't know." However, he was open to discussing the details and at some point his answer transitioned from the awkward "I don't know" to an enthusiastic "I'm in!" We were all on the same page regarding rules and boundaries. Based on the amount of planning my gf and I did, it seemed like we were gonna enjoy our threesome instead of ending up like many other couples that regretted inviting someone else into their bedroom. We were wrong.
As soon as all of us were naked, the other guy had an unexpected panic attack. My gf wanted to call an ambulance, but the other guy frantically informed us that it was something he had to overcome himself. I asked him if there was anything we could do, but he said no. I Googled what to do during a panic attack. According to Google, the treatment methods basically came down to encouraging the person to practice slow breathing and to figure out ways to distract them. As a distraction, I decided to tell the other guy that I was capable of sucking my own dick. It was true, but he refused to believe me, so I showed him how limber I was by literally flexing. My gf got annoyed at me because she thought it was an inappropriate thing to do at that moment, but lo and behold, we soon realized that it was working.
The other guy was beginning to laugh. I didn't blame him for laughing because I looked ridiculous in that position. My legs were almost behind my head and my butthole was visible for all to see. Now, this is the part that prompted me to create this post. On one hand, I was able to distract the other guy to the point of panic attack almost gone. But on the other hand, it became obvious that the other guy was getting more than enough pleasure out of watching me suck my own dick. He was fully erect. I didn't stop sucking because I was unsure if the panic attack was totally gone and truth be told I was low key enjoying myself. The other guy proceeded to masturbate while watching me, which prompted my gf to stop me and ask the other guy if it was safe to assume that he was feeling better. The other guy said yes. My gf asked if it was best if we called it a night. Both my gf and the other guy suddenly looked at me for the final say.
I could tell the other guy wanted us to continue, but I could also tell that my gf had enough for one night, so I suggested that we abort the mission. My gf didn't really talk to me after the other guy was gone. The following day she was still distant towards me. I got the feeling that I did something wrong but she refused to confirm what the problem was when I confronted her. I knew it must have had something to do with what happened between me and the other guy, but the dude was having a fucking panic attack and I did what worked. Was it my fault that it worked a little too well? The answer was yes and no according to my gf who eventually shared her feelings with me. On one hand, my gf said no, not really my fault because the panic attack was no one's fault and I did what I thought was best. But on the other hand, my gf said yes, it was kind of my fault because I apparently took it too far when I was sucking my dick to not only "distract" the other guy but also to get off while the other guy was enjoying the show.
My gf said I made her feel like the third wheel in what she called a supposed to be straight threesome that turned into a homo erotic twosome disguised as a method of treatment for a panic attack. Talk about a mouthful. And I had a dick in my mouth. On a serious note, I apologized to my gf for making her feel left out and explained that it was not my intention to sideline her, let alone arouse the other guy. My gf accepted my apology, but things were still somewhat awkward between us afterwards, especially when we returned to the animal shelter to resume our volunteer work with the other guy as if nothing weird happened. None of us really spoke to one another or made much eye contact, not even when we were walking the dogs from the shelter together. I don't know what to call what's going on, but it feels like I'm the one who fucked up.
TL:DR Threesome failed because the third person had a panic attack which prompted me to "distract" said person by sucking my own dick. The distraction worked because the third person was not only distracted but also turned on, which actually turned off my gf because she felt left out and blamed me for it.
Obligatory this happened yesterday afternoon.
My (29m) wife (37f) works as a restoration ecologist for our local parks department. Today she came home from a day in the field complaining that she didn’t feel well. She was unsure if it was a ragweed allergy or mild summer bug.
Now, I like to think I’m a hard working dude. I take pride in providing what I can for my wife, and try my hardest to make sure she’s comfortable and healthy. She hates taking medicine even when she needs it, and unless I give it to her she’ll usually just “suffer through it.”
So, I went downstairs to grab her what I thought was a vitamin c tablet.
That poor, innocent, trusting woman took a swig of water and popped it into her mouth without a second thought and began chewing vigorously.
That’s when it happened. First her eyes got wide. Then they became downright crazed. When she opened her mouth what came out wasn’t just a gargled scream of confusion and horror, but a frothing cloud of pink, citrus scented foam. My loving, beautiful wife had been transformed into a wild, rabid beast. Choking and spluttering like racehorse on derby day she bolted to the bathroom, leaving a trail of pink, foamy slobber in her wake. After the expletives subsided she re-entered the room to find me, bewildered and resigned to her cold fury.
She uttered one sentence that I’ll never forget.
“That was Alka Seltzer.”
After a tense moment of me feverishly planning a grandiose apology routine while looking for the nearest escape route she burst out laughing.
I laughed along with her until, after a moment, and with a warm sternness I’ve come to appreciate, she sobered her face and said:
“Now clean up the fucking bathroom you jackass.”
TL:DR I gave my wife an alkaseltzer instead of a vitamin C chewable.
