I had a threesome with a couple I met on holiday and it was liberating

Emme Witt-Eden, 50, is a journalist and author, who recently married her second husband. Here, in vivid detail, she shares her experience of a threesome with a husband and wife she met on holiday in the Caribbean in her twenties.

I was on holiday at an all-inclusive, clothing-optional resort in Jamaica when I met Angie at the hotel’s disco one night. She and I locked eyes on the dancefloor, and before I knew it, we were dancing together. She was blonde, very tall and beautiful, and I couldn’t believe how attracted I felt to her. I'm bisexual, after all, and she was definitely my type. But come to think of it, Angie was everyone’s type.

While we were dancing, I felt another set of eyes on me and realised a man was staring intently in our direction. "Who is this guy?" I thought.

When he waltzed over towards us, he shocked me by immediately kissing Angie on the lips. Naturally, I just about lost it. Who on earth was this man and why was Angie kissing him back with such passion? Had I mistakenly believed she was into me?

Unexpected turn of events

At first, I thought this was the end of our story. But then Angie reached out to pull me close and proceeded to run her hands up and down my curves. "This is an interesting turn of events," I thought to myself, as she introduced the mystery man to me as her husband, Jim.

"It doesn’t bother you that I’m dancing with your wife?" I asked him, to which he replied with a coy smile: "I actually like it. We’re swingers."

At that point, I understood everything and the puzzle pieces began falling into place. The situation was also becoming more and more fascinating by the minute.

If I’m honest, I have had serious ‘unicorn’ fantasies (a relationship concept whereby an individual willingly joins an existing couple), and have always wanted to be the filling between a husband-and-wife sex sandwich.

Jim was definitively handsome, quite tall and had greying hair around the temples. He was dressed in white linen and looked like he’d been plucked off a beach in Southern France. I didn’t mind when he moved in closer towards me so that I was now dancing with him, too. He squeezed my behind while Angie also planted a kiss on my lips.

A night to remember

Before I knew it, I’d received an invitation back to their hotel room, and off we went. Once we were behind closed doors, the three of us quickly stripped out of our clothes and fell onto the bed. We all made out at the same time – something I had never done before. It was invigorating to be exploring like this and totally arousing.

Angie asked if she could give me oral, and I enthusiastically said yes. She playfully pushed me back onto the mattress and started touching my body. Jim then took this as his cue to move off the bed into a chair where he sat watching us – also fuelled by desire.

Eventually, I decided it was my turn to return the favour.

I asked Angie for her consent and she said, "Sure, go ahead." I eagerly did until she lightly tapped me on the top of the head and asked me to stop.

"I want to watch you with Jim," she murmured.

He asked if this was okay with me, and I said yes. "But are you okay with it?" I asked Angie. I contemplated the thought of having sex with her husband right in front of her and wondered, "Will it make her jealous?"

Actually, it was quite the opposite, and Angie explained that it turns her on when Jim is enjoying himself.

As Jim and I began to have sex, Angie looked into my eyes and I could tell that she was satisfied, too. I could also tell that she wanted to make sure I was, and so she gently touched my nipples mid-sex.

After Jim and I finished, he immediately turned to Angie and the pair embarked on foreplay. It didn’t feel weird at all, as I understood that Angie also needed to feel completely fulfilled.

Back to reality

Once Angie and Jim were done, I didn’t stick around too long after. It was late, and I thought it was time to get back to my own hotel room so I could sleep.

Even though I was tired, I still felt astounded that I’d had this experience. It had been a fantasy of mine for so long, so actually doing it made me feel like I’d crossed over a threshold. It was a bit like losing my virginity – my threesome virginity.

I was also surprised by how relaxed I felt. At the time I wasn’t that into one-night stands. Even though I realised that was what I'd shared with Angie and Jim, I didn’t feel full of regret or disappointment that the connection we'd shared that night wasn’t going to blossom into something deeper.

Yes, I'd been intimate with this couple, but it’s not like I let myself become emotionally involved. It was enough to have the experience with them and to let it be that. I was surprised by how detached I felt, but also happy not to feel any regret. Instead, I felt energised. Exhausted but invigorated.

No awkward feelings

That wasn’t the end though. I did run into the couple the next day at breakfast. I was grateful to find that I still felt comfortable with what we’d done together the night before. They clearly did too, and so our morning-after meeting was entirely un-awkward.

To be honest, I think there were several reasons for this. The first being that Angie and Jim were seasoned swingers. They’d had time to work out any issues (if they’d ever had them), which meant that my brief addition to their lives didn’t cause any animosity or upset. There was no jealousy, and they seemed to know what they were doing. They had a well-honed routine, so no one’s toes got stepped on (or anything else, for that matter) and no one felt left out.

Secondly, they seemed to look at me as someone who could amplify the affection they already had toward one another. I don’t want to say they just used me, but I was definitely a female body on hand to enhance their own passions. I didn’t get any jealous vibes from Angie that I’d had sex with her man and I certainly wasn’t trying to steal either of them away from one another.

The third, and probably most important thing was that consent was asked for and given when it came around to sex to make sure no boundaries were crossed, there were no misunderstandings and no one’s feelings got hurt along the way.

I could definitely tell that there wasn’t a lot of ego involved in this encounter, either. Angie and Jim were solely after pleasure, which meant I knew where I stood within this dynamic.

While we did exchange contact details, but they lived a long way away from me and they were leaving later that day, so the likelihood of a repeat sexual encounter was out of the question. And if I’m being honest, I knew I would never see them again and I was perfectly okay with that.

Even though I was single at the time and had been invited along to this resort by a couple of open-minded friends – two guys and another woman – I wasn’t looking for a relationship with Angie and Jim. My friends and I all saw the holiday as 'what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean'.

A memorable encounter

My take-home from this experience? It’s possible for threesomes to be emotionally satisfying as well as physically explosive when couples have already sussed out where their boundaries lie, and the third party isn’t looking to break up any relationship.

All partners involved should have a pact to ensure no one feels left out and everyone receives pleasure. Consent is key and should always be discussed. No hard feelings if you get a no, of course, but checking in at every stage is crucial.

In my case, I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Jim and Angie even if our encounter only lasted one night. Though I hadn’t gone to this resort seeking out this experience, once it happened, it felt like it was meant to be. Even today, years later, I find myself sometimes fantasising about our meeting. It was one of the most erotic nights of my life.

Emme Witt-Eden is a journalist and author of Confessions of a Middle-Aged F-Girl: A Memoir which explores her journey to rediscover herself through sex.