I had sex with a girl in front of her long-term boyfriend — I did her a favour

Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger.

This week we hear from Tasha*, 28, who is single, and lives in London.

Despite not being in a relationship, Tasha, a writer, has sex twice a week on average, and particularly enjoys having sex with couples.

‘I’m playful and curious when it comes to sex — I like to try new positions, kinks, toys, and anything else out there,’ she says. ‘I come across as sweet and innocent but I love being peoples’ gateway to their more sexual side.

‘I’m always willing to try new things, especially while I’m not tied down to anyone, and I’m really enjoying experimenting with couples and non-monogamous individuals.’

Tasha prides herself on her ability to make others feel more comfortable during sex, especially when they’re trying something for the first time.

So without further ado, here’s how Tasha got on this week…

The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work.

Monday

After work, I’m slumped on the sofa eating leftovers when I decide to flick through Feeld, the dating app I’ve been using for a few years to explore different kinds of connections, like hooking up with couples.

Initially it took me a year to work up the courage to use it for this reason, but I’ve now slept with two separate couples, with both encounters boosting my confidence.

So far, I’ve found people on there to be pretty respectful and open-minded. There are always clear conversations about protection, testing, and boundaries, which I really appreciate.

Tonight, I match with Lydia*. In her profile she mentions she has a boyfriend but is looking to explore with women.

She messages first and says she loves my photos. She also explains that her boyfriend, Max*, is part of the deal and even sends over a picture of them together.

I like that she’s upfront. I’m fine with ethical non-monogamy or open relationships, but I would never be involved in anything that feels like cheating. I’ve been cheated on in the past, and I would never inflict that on another person.

Lydia asks if I’d like to meet her and Max for a drink to see if we all vibe. I suggest Wednesday as I’m going on holiday next week, and I don’t want the momentum to fizzle out while I’m away. She agrees immediately and suggests a place.

I message her for way too long and then finally head to bed.

Tuesday

I have one of those chaotic mornings where nothing seems to go right: I forget an umbrella, the tube stands still, and I spill my coffee on my sleeve.

It gets to the evening and I tell my flatmate I’ve matched with a couple, and she immediately asks to see their photos. She finds them both attractive. I agree, although I definitely find Lydia the hotter of the two.

She asks if I’m really going to meet them and she’d never go out with a couple. She prefers just one person in her bed, believing the third person would feel left out, or it would be too overwhelming.

I consider telling her that I’ve hooked up with couples before, but I decide not to bother. While I’m honest with a few friends, I’ve also found many people misjudge my interest in hooking up with couples or think I’m part of an affair. I just shrug and tell her I’m into it.

Wednesday

Today is relatively peaceful and I get some work done, although I feel nervous for the evening. I hope Lydia and Max are interested in me and don’t change their minds about their plans to experiment.

I meet them at a small brewery near where we all live. They’re already there when I arrive, and I’m relieved to recognise them — it’s always slightly daunting.

They both seem a little nervous, but they’re very friendly. We chat about our jobs and living in London. They seem surprised when I ask about their relationship and how long they’ve been together, but I’m not bothered by it at all. I know the situation we’re in, and I’m fine with it.

Lydia tells me she thinks she might be bisexual, but she isn’t sure, as she was never with another woman before getting together with Max five years ago.

They’re very happy together, but she wants to understand this part of herself. They’ve agreed she can explore, as long as Max is involved in the process, so it never feels like cheating. But they’re not looking to be open specifically, just for Lydia to explore her sexuality.

For a second, I’m a bit wary. I hoped to hook up with them together, and this sounds like a situation that could get messy if Max changes his mind. But I think Lydia is gorgeous, and it sounds like they’ve really thought this through. I also like the idea that she chose me for this.

At one point, I mention that I’m bisexual, just so they know I’m interested in men as well as women. After two drinks, we decide to call it a night.

Lydia had said that tonight was just to get to know each other, but I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. I’m impatient for this to happen.

Outside the brewery, I hug them both and say I’d love to see them again.

Thursday

I wake up to a message from Lydia that she must have sent after getting home. She says she finds me attractive and would love for me to come over to ‘get to know each other better.’

I know what that means.

I tell her I’d love to, and we make plans for me to come over on Saturday. She doesn’t specify whether Max will be there, but based on what they’ve told me, I assume he will be. I guess I’ll see.

It’s a boring Thursday of finishing assignments, working through my inbox, and going to a workout class in the evening. It feels very ordinary compared to last night.

Friday

I am so eager for the weekend, but first I have a mountain of work to get through. I barely leave my desk all day except to get more coffee.

More messages from Lydia. I think it’s sweet that she keeps chatting to me.

That night, I go out with my flatmate and we meet two guys who are very interested in us. The one who gravitates toward me is definitely my type and makes it pretty clear he’s keen.

My flatmate leaves with her guy, barely saying goodbye on her way out. This is typical behaviour for her, so I’m not really surprised.

I debate going home with mine — he’s definitely keen — but I decide not to. I have big plans tomorrow and I want to feel well-rested.

Plus, I’d hate to show up with a hickey or something. He seems disappointed but accepts it, and asks for my Instagram handle.

Saturday

I wake up feeling excited… a little too excited. I’m about to reach for my favourite clit sucker, but I decide not to at the last moment. I want to save it all for Lydia and Max.

Instead, I get dressed and go for a run. I’m having those last-minute nerves about my body, and it always helps to just exercise. I get ready way too early and end up sitting on my bed with my makeup done, scrolling through TikToks on my phone.

Finally, it’s time to go, and I hurry to the address they sent me. From the outside, the house looks completely ordinary.

I knock on the door, and Lydia opens it, immediately hugging me and planting a shy kiss on my cheek. Max walks downstairs and hugs me too, but doesn’t kiss my cheek.

They offer me a drink, and I sit beside Lydia on the sofa while Max perches on an armchair nearby. Lydia is very nervous, and I realise I might need to take the lead.

I reach out and gently stroke her bare leg, tucked under her. She blushes but leans slightly closer. I can feel Max’s gaze on us. I shift closer to Lydia, continuing to speak to them both as if nothing has changed.

Lydia isn’t saying anything, but her body is pressed against me, her skin flushed. I move my hand to the thin strap of her dress, pretending to barely notice I’m toying with it. I sneak a glance at Max; he’s barely blinking as he stares at my hand.

I’m too nervous to keep talking, so I decide to take action. I move my hand to Lydia’s cheek and turn her face toward me, then slowly lean in, giving her time to reject the kiss if she wants to. She doesn’t. Lydia kisses me eagerly, pushing her tongue into my mouth, her hands gripping my waist.

‘Shall we go to the bedroom?’ I suggest. Lydia jumps up and begins leading the way, pausing at the door, looking over at Max with a guilty expression.

‘You coming?’ I ask. Max immediately follows.

In the bedroom, he sits by the pillows, against the headboard. I kiss Lydia again and help her pull her dress over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, so I immediately begin kissing down her neck to her breasts, stopping at her peaked nipples. Lydia moans loudly and grips my hair.

I kneel in front of her, still fully dressed, and begin giving her oral. One of her hands stretches out, and Max is softly stroking her wrist. I ask Max if he enjoys watching me go down on his girlfriend. He says he does. I order him to touch himself, and he obliges.

Part of me wants to invite Max to join in — I love threesomes — but this is Lydia’s night. It’s up to her. So I continue going down on her until she orgasms loudly.

Then I take off my clothes, and we make out on the bed, right next to Max, who is masturbating as he watches us. I feel so hot in that moment.

We hook up for over an hour, and then I notice the clock on the bedside table. It’s past midnight and I’m exhausted, so I make my excuses and head out.

Walking home, I feel like I’m carrying a secret that no one else knows. My body is both satisfied.

Sunday

I have a slow Sunday, still recovering from yesterday’s excitement. Around lunchtime, I get a message from Lydia.

‘Last night was so much fun :).’

I tell her I really enjoyed myself and ask if she managed to work out her big question then.

‘lol yeah, I enjoyed having sex with you way too much to be straight,’ she says.

I feel strangely proud of helping her reach that conclusion, and flattered that she was so attracted to me. Before I can reply, another message pops up.

‘How would you feel if Max joined in next time? No pressure!’

I grin at my phone and tell her I’m down. Looks like I’ll be back at their place soon.

I doubt Max and Lydia are looking to date someone long-term, but they’re definitely down for a threesome… maybe more than one.

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