Lessons from My First Threesome

Love and Sex

Lessons from My First Threesome

Illustration: Mudit Ganguly

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he address on the text said Borivali. It made me wonder, for the briefest second, what the hell I’d got myself into, but then I thought why not? Perhaps boredom in the burbs would be compensated with a happy bonus in the bedroom.

The drive didn’t seem so long after all; maybe it was the fevered excitement that got me through it. In less than an hour, I was going to have my first threesome and I had butterflies in my stomach. I had no performance anxiety. (I have been performing fantastically since I turned 13. Thank you very much.) But I had questions. I was invited to the bedroom of a couple I’d never met before – Yash and DJ. What were their sexual boundaries? Who got to go first? How would we start? What was acceptable post-coital behaviour? I needed a primer on the etiquette that governed the movement of three people in bed and I didn’t know whom to ask. My sexual proclivities were well hidden from my straight-as-an-arrow friends, so that left me with my go-to guide for all of life’s key moments – Tatler!

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