My husband and I have always had a close relationship. We’ve kept it strictly “me and him,” no threesomes, no orgies, JUST ME AND HIM! That’s how we…..how I always wanted it. I wanted a close relationship, I didn’t really thing a relationship could be close any other way. I didn’t want to have to share my baby with some tramp that he found, and I wasn’t even going to let the idea cross my mind that he may just bring home a friend of his. Besides, I wouldn’t want some other guy in me, what if I got pregnant, there are so many diseases, nowadays you just can’t be too damn careful. I wouldn’t like to be with another woman and my baby either, I don’t wanna share him, what if she does something he really likes…I already know how terribly jealous I would be. It would never happen, that’s that! This suddenly came up because, well, it’s his birthday tomorrow. We’d been talking about getting him something he really wants, and he wants a threesome….or a moresome. I wanted to be good…no, make that great to my baby.
We’re newlyweds, only been married for 8 and a half months. We’d talked about having somebody outside of our relationship quiet a few times, but it always came back to me being insecure. I didn’t need him thinking I was insecure, that couldn’t be good. He’s late…we’re supposed to have dinner here. It’s his favorite restaurant. We agreed since we’ve gotten older, (I’m 21 and he’s 27) we should spoil the hell out of each other. I mean, who can honestly say they lived the life of all lives when they were a little kid? That’s what I thought, nobody. We know nobody lives forever, so we have to get out there, and have one helluva time, all the time. So we decided to celebrate our birthdays for usually the weekend before and after, to give us as much time as possible to have a blast. “One helluva time, all the time,” that was the problem, doesn’t having a threesome qualify as “one helluva time?” I think it does, maybe that’s what he’s been getting at for the month... Les hele novellen
