Charlotte has a threesome (without me)

When December began, Charlotte had never had a threesome.

As December comes to a close, Charlotte has had two. And seems likely on track to a third.

The first was with Sarah and me. It was fun. I have hopes we will reprise it. But circumstances (travel, jealousy, COVID) have conspired to push any such repeat performance off into the future.

The other night, Charlotte had her second threesome of the month. This one was with R and N – two good friends of hers (a couple).

At times, Charlotte and I have struggled with jealousy around her dates. Or at least, I have. (She has struggled with jealousy around my dates.) But in this particular circumstance, Charlotte attended to my needs exquisitely. She was in touch throughout the evening, sending me hot photos of her and N kissing, keeping me posted on the events as they unfolded. It. Was. Hot.

And then, as the sun rose on their threesome, N and Charlotte and I gathered to stretch together on Zoom. While R, the man, watched, off screen. Charlotte tells me R found the whole thing incredibly hot. Which how could he not? Charlotte, as you know, is just fucking hot. And N? Well, she is too. Where Charlotte is brunette and soft, N is blonde and… hard? Or if not “hard,” at least, less soft. She’s young, too. Which doesn’t bode especially well for my long-term prospects with her – I prefer the older women – but it sure made her easy on my eyes.

There’s a better than even chance that last night’s threesome will repeat again tonight. I’m reluctant to write too much about it, because, well, because my grandmother taught me that if I don’t have anything nice to say about someone, I shouldn’t say anything. And it would be hard for me to say much more than I have without violating that dictum.

Postcript, related: Charlotte is flirting with a guy on Feeld. She’s been sharing their exchange with me. She thinks he’s nice. She likes him. I’m dumbstruck. I mean, I think he’s nice, but… I don’t think “nice” is what Charlotte is looking for. And yet… her tolerance for what I think of as some combination of bad and unappealing and simply boring, in the presence of something like desire for her… is powerful.