A casual Hinge date took an unexpected turn when a promised threesome erupted into a fierce argument, leaving shattered wine glasses and a hasty exit.

From Flirty Chat to Intimate Invite

I matched with Dennis on Hinge while looking for casual encounters. His charming smile and playful messages drew me in quickly. That evening, he suggested drinks at a nearby pub with live Irish music. We laughed over pints, and the chemistry sparked strong.

Enthralled, I agreed to head back to his place. That’s when he casually mentioned, “I hope it doesn’t feel weird, but I’m in an open relationship, and my girlfriend would love to meet you.” Surprised, I asked if she knew about our night out. “Oh yes, she chose you,” he replied with a laugh.

As a bisexual woman new to open dynamics, the setup intrigued me despite the late reveal. We arrived at his apartment, but Cleo, his partner, was out with friends and due back later. We started making out on the sofa, and I was content with one-on-one action at that point.

Disappointing Encounters Build Tension

The sex with Dennis proved average—vanilla and brief. Soon after, Cleo arrived, stunning with long red hair and captivating curves. She smiled warmly, sat down, and asked seductively, “Do you want to go down on me?” Hypnotized, I agreed. Dennis discreetly left the room, and Cleo and I shared intense, satisfying sex alone. I left shortly after, chalking up the oddity to my inexperience.

Dennis set up a WhatsApp group for the three of us, but only he reached out. Subsequent visits promised a threesome, yet Cleo was absent each time with vague excuses. I ended up having unexciting sex with Dennis, who grew less appealing over time.

The Breaking Point in the Bedroom

Eventually, both waited naked for me, reigniting hopes. I asked Cleo about her absences; she vaguely said, “At my parents, needed some time.” Five minutes into the threesome, she screamed in frustration and stormed to the kitchen.

Confused and naked on the sofa, I overheard their fight. “Why did you choose her, though?” Cleo yelled. “You said you wanted someone like her,” Dennis shot back. He peeked out, apologizing: “We’ll just be a moment.”

The argument escalated: “Those noises you were making were obscene,” she accused. “I make the same noises with you!” he protested. “No, you don’t want me—that’s why she’s here,” Cleo retorted. Smashing glass echoed as wine glasses flew.

Lessons from a Chaotic Night

Realizing their deeper issues, I slipped out quietly, blocked the group chat, and unmatched Dennis on Hinge. The charm masked a flawed setup where Cleo seemed reluctant. Now, if a date mentions a partner post-meeting, it’s an instant no. Threesomes work only with full, enthusiastic consent from all.

Names changed to protect privacy.