This is the post you may have been waiting for? No... or maybe yes, but maybe not in exactly the way you predicted?

Maybe this is how the circle closes, I don't know. In fact, I don't know much at all... my brain is still busy processing what really happened.

Mr. Cuba? Incredibly handsome. Dark skinned, light eyes, the most beautiful smile, Brad Pitt's nose. Very sophisticated. Educated, lived and worked in Dubai for 12 years. Speaks four languages, is very well behaved and charming. An overall very pleasant individual. We met, and immediately he seemed to be more interested in The Fiancé than in me, even though he was very charming with me also. I liked that a lot, and I liked it even more when The Fiancé left for the restroom, how Mr. Cuba turned to me with one of his charming smiles and complimented me on The Fiancé, and what nice and good-looking man he thinks he is.

He brought a bottle of wine for us to enjoy while we got more "acquainted" with each other later that evening.

The problem?

- we didn't click. Not on any kind of level. The awkward silences inbetween were a little bit too awkward and a little bit too long, and the topics we managed to talk about were a little bit too bland. It is certainly not like our requirements for opening our relationship up to another person include perfect mental compatibility, or even great conversations or equal opinions about god and politics and even an agreement on wheter the sun rises in the east or in the west - but we should at least be able to hold a conversation that goes beyond "I am so-and-so and I do such-and-such for a living, and I am into this because I am expecting this-and-that".

So we left after 2 hours of trying to "click", and went home. The Fiancé shook his head and said with a laugh: "We may as well call Steven". I said nothing. After a while he said: "After tonight, I can see what you mean when you said you'd rather go with someone you already know and are comfortable with than try to get to know some stranger."

Half an hour later we were at his place to have some drinks together. By then it was almost midnight, but Steven never minds late visitors. We played a bit on his computer, talked about things friends talk about, talked about our "date" with Mr. Cuba - and an hour and a half or so later I found myself lying sweaty and naked between The Fiancé and Steven on the bed, trying to catch my breath again.

Yeah... holy shit, huh?

Dirty details? Not this time, dear readers. Turn on your next MMF porno movie, and you'll have a pretty good idea. There's a whole new association in my mind now when I hear the word "sandwich". ;)

And yes, holy shit indeed. Lose your goddamn dildos, ladies, and get yourselves one real-life cock for each orifice, and you'll hear angels sing, I promise you.

That is... if you have a perfect man like mine, of course, who is man enough to not only tolerate and partake in such activities for your personal pleasure, but actually enjoys the heck out of playing tag with another guy between your legs, and *CENSORED FOR NOT FRIEND SAFE CONTENT*

This much I have told my best friend... this is how much I would tell anybody who asked me... if anybody would ask me... and the rest you can have fun imagining yourselves.

Just make sure that the next day you do not have a family function to attend to... for walking inconspicuously and keeping a straight face after a night like last night is a very close to impossible thing to do - and I do have unfortunate experience with that too, lol.

Of course I asked The Fiancé afterwards how he felt about what had happened. I was very worried when I first leaned back into Steven's arms while they undressed me, to be kissed and caressed by him, and observed The Fiancé's reactions very closely. I remembered all too well how weirded out and uncomfortable he was when he watched Kim caressing me and holding my hand in front of him, so what will actual intercourse with another man will possibly have done to him???

He said: "No worries, it felt very natural."

And then: "Want more?"

I almost fainted with relief and surprise. :)

And just to prove that I am not full of shit when I keep talking about The Fiancé's legendary and unbelievable stamina and skill, I'll have you know that Steven, he of the self-given title of master lover and woman-knower and best-man-a-woman-could-ever-dream-of-fucking, actually switched to German to say to me with raised eyebrows and barely suppressed admiration: "If he's actually able to keep this up with such an intensity with you all the time, no wonder you do want to spend your life with him."

And then, to The Fiancé: "Dude, you are putting me to shame."

Heh.

To think that my first resolution for the new year has already come true at the beginning of the second month, I am looking forward to this year with much excitement... :)