Weirdest almost one night stand of my life

I know you want an update on my threesome, which isn’t actually a threesome, but a two plus one, because the guy just wants to watch and not participate, but absolutely wants to be there. To each his nod, right. I haven’t made a final decision yet if I’m going, but I’m more inclined to say yes. First, you only live once. Second, it’s about time. After all, the last time we had sex was with the botox non-blowjob woman from LA and that was a few weeks ago. Third: no other options in sight. Fourth: Must also be able to tell something here.

So you don’t get a cramp in your fingers writing a comment on the next Big Ben blog I didn’t expect it like this the boy should kinda fuck when we tell him to fuck damn what am I actually reading here , why am I reading Anyway, I’m only here because of the comments, when will at least someone who can write come along: So that you don’t get surprised and disappointed, a little information beforehand, it’s a bit like school here you have to always In the beginning say what will happen next, which I actually find superfluous, the children have no choice at all, it’s not like in a restaurant where the waiter says, well, today we offered this and that, and then you can decide together to eat somewhere else, the schoolchildren can’t just go to another class, they have to stay with me. Like you. You have me too.

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So before you wonder about the threesome coverage, the woman I’m supposed to be having sex with and her husband, who is supposed to be watching us, are both on vacation right now. Safari in Botswana. The deluxe version, she said. Let’s call her Franziska. And since they’re gone, and I can’t give you an update in two weeks, I’ll give it to Hanna next time. You should know Hanna by now and Hanna feels the need to contact you directly. She wants to help you have more sex…

But back to Franziska. Franziska, the safari woman with the kinky husband, has already sent me her address. Presumably as a sign that she really means it, that postponement does not mean cancellation.

The couple lives in Küsnacht. And I don’t have the best memories of Küsnacht.

I have been to Kusnacht before. for sex With a woman I matched with on Bumble. It was in the middle of the pandemic where the whole dating and sex and dating thing was extremely complicated. Or you had to take a stupid walk, my god, I always walked around, along the Limmat, around the lake, up the Üetliberg, I always walked somewhere with a woman, but you had no choice, everything was closed. Or you had to go straight to someone’s house.

The wife and I chatted on Bumble for about a week. She had a good profile. Beautifull face. Long hair. Thin. She was 1.65 m. And just lived in Küsnacht.

I was at a diner it was already about 10pm a Friday night she texted me if I wanted to come over to her not out of the blue it made some sense like that in the whole conversation I said yes, got in, took the Uber and drove to Küsnacht, it was ridiculously expensive but never mind, didn’t spend a lot of money and didn’t want to waste time.

The woman was not there. After ten minutes she showed up. Confidently drunk. Don’t hack tight. But not sober either. The photos were certainly well chosen or a bit retouched and 1.65m was rounded up massively, but hey, I didn’t want to and couldn’t be picky.

We went upstairs. She poured wine. I saw a dog bowl in the kitchen. I wanted to know where the dog was. She clapped her hands and shouted, “Filou!” No dog came. She acted like it was completely normal. More small talk. More wine. I asked what kind of dog she had, not because I’m interested in dogs, but the conversation was the opposite of fluid. She clapped her hands again: “Filou!” No dog. If she hadn’t been two heads shorter, and I was a woman and she was a man, I certainly would have left at that moment. But I am me, and she jumped on me like she hadn’t had sex in ages either. We kiss towards the bedroom, on the way there she quickly closed the door of another room, I can’t go in there, she said.

We lay on the bed, both half naked, the doorbell rang. Be safe from the neighbor, she said. We’re pursuing. It went again. Also your mobile phone. “I must have ordered a pizza and forgot.” The delivery service will drop them safely in front of the house. I was pretty confused by now. The cell phone rang non-stop.

She sat up. “You have to go,” she said, and I left. There was a man at the door. About the same age as me. He ducked in when I came out.

I’ll never know if that was her boyfriend or some other Bumble date. And whether the dog was dead or just asleep. Whether there was already a dog, and what it was all about. Even while I waited for the Uber, which logically hasn’t come for ages, it was also in Küsnacht that she made me unparalleled.

And now I have to go there again. Well, it can only get better.

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