“We downloaded some apps and searched profiles for a woman who might be interested in a one-time threesome. A few hours into it, Syd saw Neve’s picture, and we both just stared at it for a second.”
“What did you feel?” Larissa asked, pen poised to make a note.
“My first thought was that she was hot.”
“Thanks, babe,” Neve said and patted Brynn’s leg.
“My second thought was that she’s young.”
“Iamyounger than them,” Neve added.
“Then, we read her profile,” Sydney said. “It didn’t say that she was up for anything directly, but it did sort of allude to that.”
“For the record, I didn’t really mean to suggest that I was up foranythingearlier. Mainly, I was okay with a hookup if I liked the person, a short-term thing, or a long-term thing. I had no idea that I’d be interested in a relationship like this either. I thought I’d go to drinks with someone, and if they were interesting, we could go for another date. Or, if I really liked them, we could hook up. I didn’t expect to hear from two women who were married about a three-way.”
“I can imagine,” Larissa said.
“And you just messaged her, right?” Harlow asked.
“We thought abouthowto message her and wrote at least fifty versions of that first one.”
“What did you end up going with?” Harlow asked.
“Hi,” Brynn stated.
“The classics are classics for a reason,” Neve said with a smile aimed at Brynn.
“You just said, ‘Hi?’ How did you get from that to, ‘Will you sleep with me and my wife?’” Harlow asked with a laugh and leaned back in her chair.
Larissa watched how she moved, mesmerized. Harlow always seemed so comfortable in her own skin. Larissa had never been this way, she supposed, but Harlow made her feel like shecouldbe one day. Just being around Harlow made her feel better about who she was and more at ease with herself.
“We waited to see if she’d respond first,” Sydney shared and let go of Neve’s hand to wrap her arm over the back of Neve’s chair instead. “And she did. Right away. We had just made our profile on the app, but having no idea how to do it properly, we’d made a profile as a married couple. I think she understood what was going on from the beginning because of that.”
“Iwasconfused at first,” Neve admitted. “I’d never had a profile like that reach out to me. But I messaged them, ‘Hi back,’ out of curiosity.”
“We replied, and the two of us just sat there, passing the phone back and forth, messaging with this stranger about a possible threesome. We’d had probably too much wine, too, so we laughed a bunch, and it was just fun,” Brynn said.
“We made love that night, and two days later, we met Neve,” Sydney revealed.
“She was twenty-four at the time. Syd was twenty-nine. I was thirty-four, and at first, I thought the ten years between Neve and me might make me self-conscious. She’s gorgeous, obviously, and younger than me. I almost let it get to me.”
“But you didn’t?” Larissa checked.
“No. Syd helped, though. She had to remind me that I was beautiful. Then, Neve made me feel that way that night, too, and I was able to get out of my own head.”
“Can we talk about that a little more?” Larissa asked.
They continued their discussion about the specifics of how they all got together, with Larissa dialing into questions about the stress of bringing a third person into their existing relationship. Neve shared that there had been moments whenshe hadn’t been sure how she would fit in, so they’d all had to discuss it. Then, when they’d started conversations about her moving into their two-bedroom home, they had had to figure out how that would all work logistically. The women explained that there were four relationships between them, so giving time and space for all of them wasn’t always easy.
The biggest issue was kids. Neve wanted them. Brynn hadn’t planned on ever having kids. Sydney had been in the ‘she could be convinced either way’ camp. They hadn’t landed anywhere yet, but Neve loved both of them and had decided that if kids weren’t in her future, she could be okay with that. It had been a very interesting and eye-opening conversation for Larissa, revealing more layers to love than she’d initially considered, which, for a scientist, was a good thing, but it also meant that she risked going down a rabbit hole if she wasn’t careful.
When the three women left, Larissa sat back down in her chair, feeling completely exhausted and unable to process everything that had just happened and what she’d learned all at once. Her brain was taking her in so many different directions, but there was one that she focused on the most.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she said more to herself than to Harlow.
“Did what?” Harlow asked.
“I forgot we were talking to them tonight. I thought it was a couple. I prepped for a couple. I’m always prepared, and I wasn’t tonight.”
