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The Sun
4 days ago
- Entertainment
- The Sun
Watch the moment overwhelmed husband wipes away tears after partner romps with another woman in Open House threesome
AN OVERWHELMED husband wiped away his tears after his partner romped with another woman in an Open House threesome. Alana and Alex are one of the pairs taking part in the programme, which sees couples explore the idea of an open relationship. 6 6 6 Last night on the show, the couple were in their bedroom preparing to be visited by a female resident, Georgie. The couple hoped that they could take the next step towards their ultimate dream of a couple swap by having a threesome first. Alana confessed: "I don't know how this is going to go seeing Alex with another woman." But she said although it was a huge step for her - it was for him too because he might be with another woman. Alex then opened up to the camera and said he was worried about how Alana might feel to see him with someone else. However, he hoped that they had an amazing experience. While Alana stated that it would be devastating if anything went wrong with the threesome. Once, Georgie arrived the three started to fondle each other and Alex appeared to be have joined in. But it wasn't long before Alex felt excluded by the intensity between the two women. And as the lovemaking between the two women escalated, Alex retreated to the side line. Opening up our relationship saved it, now I don't have to worry about my man cheating on me Alex explained: "I think i felt overwhelmed because it went from a zero to a hundred. "And it caught me off guard really. "I can't quite match that just now." Later, after Georgie left, his wife said that she had loved every single minute. What is an open relationship? An open relationship means having more than one sexual partner at the same time. Both parties in the relationship agree to be non-exclusive and one or both parties engages in sexual activities outside the relationship. If one or both parties engage in sexual relationships without an agreement, this would be classed as cheating. Other names for an open relationship are polyamory and consensual non-monogamy. She then asked Alex if he enjoyed it to which he replied: "I loved seeing you enjoy it." After his wife then snuggled up under the duvets to go to sleep, Alex was left musing. And as he sat up in bed tears fell from his eyes as he admitted he was unsure if an open relationship was what he wanted. 6 6 6
The Sun
01-06-2025
- General
- The Sun
I had a threesome with my girlfriend and her best friend – but she is now pregnant with my baby
DEAR DEIDRE: MY life is spinning horribly out of control ever since I agreed to have a threesome with my girlfriend and her best friend. While the sex was fun, her mate now says she's pregnant with my child and my girlfriend thinks it would be a good idea if we all lived together. It's a nightmare. I am 27 and my girlfriend is 24. We have been together for almost a year. I thought our sex life was great — she's the most gorgeous girl and I know she is in love with me. But she told me one night that her best friend liked me and kept hinting that it would be fun if we all went to bed together. Although I was reluctant, it's never been one of my fantasies to have a threesome. I thought, however, that if I agreed we could move on. So we arranged a date and the friend came over. We had a few drinks to get us in the mood. I was nervous but they were both very keen. It felt as if they were old hands. There was no awkwardness between them. I must admit the sex was amazing and, to my relief, everything went back to normal afterwards. Then to my horror, the friend announced she was pregnant. My girlfriend now wants her mate to move in with us — she thinks it would be the perfect solution. On top of everything she's started talking about having a baby as well. Dear Deidre After Dark- Understanding open relationships It's all too much and too fast. Our relationship still feels so new and I'm not ready to take such a big step. I don't want to be a dad to one baby, let alone two. The decision over whether to have this baby belongs to your girlfriend's friend. My support pack Unplanned Pregnancy will help the friend look realistically at her options. Tell her you are not ready to be a dad and you will need a DNA test to prove paternity if she goes ahead with this pregnancy. If it turns out it is your child, you will have a legal obligation to help support your child. In an ideal world, a child will have two loving parents. Even if you aren't together, you can still be a positive force in a child's life. Having unprotected sex also risks jeopardising your sexual health, so please make sure everyone visits the local sexual health clinic to be tested. SHE HAS DAYS OUT WITH EX DEAR DEIDRE: MY girlfriend plays happy families with her ex and their young son. They go on day trips to the seaside, and theme parks, and I am supposed to just accept it. I know a few people who have kids but have split up, but they don't behave like this. Is it normal for an ex-partner to be so involved? I'm 27 and my girlfriend's 25. We've been together for eight months. I love her and accept that she has a child but I am uncomfortable about her being around her ex. I see him whenever he comes to collect his son. We get on OK. But my girlfriend has let slip that her ex is still very fond of her. One thing that concerns me is, when she goes out with him, she always switches her phone off so her ex doesn't get upset by me contacting her. I am trying to understand, but I have feelings too. DEIDRE SAYS: Her relationship with her ex is over but it's better for your girlfriend and ex to put aside their feelings for the sake of their child. Rather than her turn her phone off, can you agree that you will only contact her in an emergency? At some point you need to take a leap of faith and trust her. Would she be happy to keep her phone on if you can resist keeping tabs on her? Arrange to do something special yourself, with your own friends, to avoid wallowing in a negative imagination. Organise special times of your own with your girlfriend and her son. BOYFRIEND'S SO AFRAID OF BEING NAKED DEAR DEIDRE: MY boyfriend says the reason we haven't had sex for a while is because he doesn't like being naked. And when we do have sex, he puts his pants on immediately after. I am 23 and he is 25. We have been together for six months. He is always telling me how much he loves me, but he never shows me that he does. I want to have sex with him, but it's not happening. I'm not the slimmest and have my own body image issues, but they don't stop me wanting sex. I love him. He's fit and very attractive. I have told him he's drop-dead gorgeous, but I can't help but think he may be going off me. How do I tell him that this situation is weird, without it causing an argument. What kind of man is afraid of being naked in private? DEIDRE SAYS: How sad. It may be that he's suffering from shyness. Tell him you love his body, and let him know there's no reason for him to feel embarrassed or awkward. It's positive that he tells you how much he loves you. Keep telling him how gorgeous he is – and not just when you want sex. Suggest sharing all-over body massages, which will get you physically close and boost both your libidos. My support pack on Reviving A Man's Sex Drive will help too. HE KICKED OFF WHEN I BROUGHT MY FELLA HOME DEAR DEIDRE: I FELT like a naughty child when my brother told me off for letting my boyfriend stay the night in my room, even though I am 32. My boyfriend is 34 and we have been dating for seven months after meeting online. It's not like my brother doesn't know him. This particular night we'd been out at the pub for a meal and a drink, had a great time and my boyfriend walked me home. It was late and it made perfect sense for him to stay the night. Me and my brother share the house which was left to us when our dad died almost a year ago. My brother is 37. He accused us of keeping him awake all night, which simply wasn't true – we hadn't been 'up to anything' and we fell asleep as soon as we got into bed. I am disappointed in my brother because he then let other members of the family know. I accused him of being petty and that he had no right to tell anyone, but he just said they would have found out anyway. After thinking about it, I realise I perhaps should have asked my brother if it was OK for my boyfriend to stay over, but it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I didn't mean to upset him. He thinks that because no man ever came to the house when our dad was alive, it should continue. He is not your parent. Can you rearrange the shared living spaces so you both can have more privacy while living under one roof? It would also be a good idea to discuss boundaries around overnight visitors so that you both are on the same page. My support pack Standing Up For Yourself could also help.
Yahoo
25-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
I Went To A Brothel With My Boyfriend. It Was Nothing Like What I Expected.
My boyfriend, Rod, is passionately kissing another woman. Little fingers of jealousy squeeze my insides, and I'm not sure where to look or what to do. The woman senses my discomfort and immediately stops, pulling me up beside her with a big, warm giggle and a squeeze. I relax and remember: This is why I chose her. I like her, I love that giggle, and I know she has absolutely zero interest in poaching my boyfriend. How do I know this? Because I picked her out of the lineup at one of Nevada's most storied legal brothels. We hired her to join us for a threesome for an hour, and when our time is up, she will go back out to the bar and charm someone else with that sexy laugh, and we will go home. I'd never had a 'real' threesome before, other than some fairly benign fooling around in college. It had been a lifelong fantasy, but the emotional politics of threesomes always seemed so forbiddingly complicated. Surely someone would get hurt, someone would feel left out, someone would get jealous ― surely, maybe, definitely me? Plus that third-wheel ― would she turn stalker? Would we get an STI? Would an angry boyfriend show up out of nowhere and make us the unfortunate stars of a true-crime show? Just too risky. So I had resigned myself to the fact that some things are best left to fantasy. When I met a lover who knew his way around a paid hookup, however, a whole new possibility presented itself. Rod and I headed to the brothel outside Reno, Nevada, to celebrate my upcoming birthday. And it was not at all what I expected. We took a cab from our hotel in downtown Reno to the brothel's bar, all flashy neon outside but classic sticky floors and bare-bones Old West saloon inside. Escorts chatted among themselves on bar stools or lounged on velvet banquettes against the wall. It was early ― around 4 p.m. ― and we were some of the only patrons. A few old men sat at wooden bar tables, eating out of plastic foam TV trays and silently sipping beer. Women who obviously knew them would pop by periodically to pick them up, a scene much more akin to medical assistants ushering patients to the exam room than participants embarking on a sexy encounter. Rod and I were the subject of great interest ― couples are a fairly rare event ― and we had many friendly women cruise by our table, asking if we had any questions and offering to show us around. Before we had a chance to chat with anyone in detail, the 'lineup' bell rang, and every patron who had not already initiated an encounter with a woman went through a forbidding dungeon-like door into a cavernous hunting lodge space. In front of a giant stone fireplace the women lined up. They were every kind of everything ― all different races and body types and styles of dress. I found myself in a rare moment of simply admiring the beautiful diversity of their bodies without that knee-jerk need to compete or compare myself. I winced a bit self-consciously, however, when I realized that none of them were as old as I was. Would they be turned off by our middle-aged bodies? Wait, was I actually expecting them to be turned on? I was momentarily stumped. The author and her boyfriend, Rod, on the plane to Reno, Nevada. The house manager ― a business-suited woman who was my age ― introduced each woman, who then stepped forward for a moment, gave a little wave and a smile, just like at a beauty pageant. A handsome young guy in the chair beside us made his pick immediately. His woman grinned and sashayed over to sit on his lap and gave him an enthusiastic greeting ― this was clearly not their first time together. The manager then asked any women who wanted to entertain couples to step forward, and about half of the line did. Rod and I had made an agreement before we arrived: I got to choose. I already knew that I wanted Carmen, the curvy, dark-haired woman in a fishnet dress and thong who had been the first to say hello to us in the bar. She was flirty and seemed happy. She was pretty and she had that giggle. So I pointed at her, while my nice-girl upbringing screamed at me silently: Pointing is so rude! The women without dates headed back to the bar and I felt another guilty stab as they filed past us. Had I made them feel rejected? Did they take it personally? I didn't have time to think about it because Carmen was shimmying on our lap, or, more specifically, on my lap as I sat on Rod's lap. Pulling me up by the hand, and looping an arm around him, she led us to the negotiation room. It was a small room with dim lighting that resembled a hall closet and was just big enough for us all to sit knee to knee while we discussed what our hour might look like and what the price tag would be. Depending on what services we wanted, our time with Carmen could easily total a thousand dollars or more. She laid out her ground rules (condoms were always required; kissing was OK) and asked if we had any specific requests. Not really, we just want to have fun, we told her. We negotiated a price ― I gulped and Rod agreed. Then we offered up our genitals for inspection, a quick once-over she conducted with a sly sense of humor while she detailed the rigorous STI testing she undergoes every week. Oddly, the whole thing was reassuring and funny rather than awkward. STIs are taken very seriously at the brothel, which is obviously a good thing. The unusual formalities over, we headed to the pay window and forked over the cash. Once we were finished, we followed Carmen down a maze-like hallway — a literal red light glowed everywhere ― and she pranced along ahead of us with a Champagne bottle in an ice bucket. When we finally got to her room, a tiny, semi-personalized space, I was thrilled to find it was toasty ― I'm always freezing when I'm nervous. Carmen pointed out condoms, towels, the fresh sheets on the bed, and the adjoining bathroom (which she shared with the woman in the room next door). The little tour was a strange combination of straight commerce and flirtation. Carmen seemed to be a naturally touchy-feely person and she held my arm or tapped my back as she showed us around. I noticed that she focused her attention much more on me than Rod, which charmed me, but the cynical observer in me noted that it is an undoubtedly smart, practiced move — she is obviously well-versed in disarming the female competition and jealousy aspect of these encounters. The author and her boyfriend hanging out at the bar in their hotel, where she says they, "enjoyed shocking people by telling them our destination." Things flowed effortlessly between Carmen and me, from our intro chatter to getting into the horizontal action, and within minutes Rod enthusiastically joined in, the three of us rotating around in a surprisingly fluid give-and-take. While he nominally took charge ― after all, a threesome needs a little direction ― it was overwhelmingly female-centered sex. I smiled to myself. Threesomes are such trite male-fantasy territory, but Carmen and I were a girl party of teamwork, exploration and celebration. I even joked at one point that we hoped Rod didn't feel excluded. (He decidedly did not.) The whole experience was fun and sexy ― all I had hoped it would be ― with none of the awkwardness I had feared. Carmen was unfailingly charming and enthusiastic, but I never once mistook her warmth for actual sexual excitement. There was no pretense on anyone's part that this encounter was expected to include satisfaction for her. I asked her about this later, as we all lounged naked on the bed, sipping Champagne and chatting. She batted the question down with a polished little sidestep ― she explained that she has enough fun just making her clients happy, and it's too much work to have orgasms all day long anyway. We asked her where she grew up (Venezuela) and how she got into this line of work. (She was initially a stripper but found brothel work safer, with less harassment and more money.) When I wondered aloud whether the post-coital chat was the best or worst part of the job, Carmen assured me she looks forward to connecting with customers and that the old saw is actually true: She often has clients who pay just to talk. Way too soon, an intercom buzzer rang and a female voice let us know our time was up. I had wondered about security ― surely there was a network of bouncers and cameras and intercoms and emergency buttons to protect the women, but everything was so discreet, we didn't notice any of it. We jumped up and bustled around, helping Carmen strip the bed and straighten up (even though she insisted we didn't have to) and then the three of us spilt out into the hallway. We returned to the bar where we began our adventure for some final chatter and a drink. We were sitting cozily together at a table and laughing at our own newly made inside jokes, when a young woman who looked fresh off a farm joined us. She clearly had a friendly relationship with Carmen and was eager to know, 'What exactly do you do in a threesome?' As we happily shared our insights, she turned to me and said with a wink, 'This is what happens to a girl when you raise her in a really strict, controlling religion!' I raised my glass and said, 'That makes two of us, girlfriend! Amen!' A drink suddenly arrived at our table for Carmen. It was sent from a gentleman at the bar, and she smiled and raised a toast to him. She got up immediately and, after squeezing my leg in a little goodbye, strutted over to him. I watched as they chatted for a few moments and then she linked her arm in his and led him over to the big lodge door. The last thing I heard as it swung shut behind them was that warm, bubbly giggle, and I found myself sad to see her go. I guess I was jealous after all. Melissa Duge Spiers is an award-winning screenwriter and memoirist, whose memoir-in-progress, 'The Glory Whole,' won the Book Pipeline 2021 Unpublished Manuscript Non-Fiction award. She is represented by Dani Segelbaum/The Carol Mann Agency. For more from her, visit her Instagram at @mdugespiers. This article originally appeared on HuffPost in February 2022.
Yahoo
25-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
I Went To A Brothel With My Boyfriend. It Was Nothing Like What I Expected.
My boyfriend, Rod, is passionately kissing another woman. Little fingers of jealousy squeeze my insides, and I'm not sure where to look or what to do. The woman senses my discomfort and immediately stops, pulling me up beside her with a big, warm giggle and a squeeze. I relax and remember: This is why I chose her. I like her, I love that giggle, and I know she has absolutely zero interest in poaching my boyfriend. How do I know this? Because I picked her out of the lineup at one of Nevada's most storied legal brothels. We hired her to join us for a threesome for an hour, and when our time is up, she will go back out to the bar and charm someone else with that sexy laugh, and we will go home. I'd never had a 'real' threesome before, other than some fairly benign fooling around in college. It had been a lifelong fantasy, but the emotional politics of threesomes always seemed so forbiddingly complicated. Surely someone would get hurt, someone would feel left out, someone would get jealous ― surely, maybe, definitely me? Plus that third-wheel ― would she turn stalker? Would we get an STI? Would an angry boyfriend show up out of nowhere and make us the unfortunate stars of a true-crime show? Just too risky. So I had resigned myself to the fact that some things are best left to fantasy. When I met a lover who knew his way around a paid hookup, however, a whole new possibility presented itself. Rod and I headed to the brothel outside Reno, Nevada, to celebrate my upcoming birthday. And it was not at all what I expected. We took a cab from our hotel in downtown Reno to the brothel's bar, all flashy neon outside but classic sticky floors and bare-bones Old West saloon inside. Escorts chatted among themselves on bar stools or lounged on velvet banquettes against the wall. It was early ― around 4 p.m. ― and we were some of the only patrons. A few old men sat at wooden bar tables, eating out of plastic foam TV trays and silently sipping beer. Women who obviously knew them would pop by periodically to pick them up, a scene much more akin to medical assistants ushering patients to the exam room than participants embarking on a sexy encounter. Rod and I were the subject of great interest ― couples are a fairly rare event ― and we had many friendly women cruise by our table, asking if we had any questions and offering to show us around. Before we had a chance to chat with anyone in detail, the 'lineup' bell rang, and every patron who had not already initiated an encounter with a woman went through a forbidding dungeon-like door into a cavernous hunting lodge space. In front of a giant stone fireplace the women lined up. They were every kind of everything ― all different races and body types and styles of dress. I found myself in a rare moment of simply admiring the beautiful diversity of their bodies without that knee-jerk need to compete or compare myself. I winced a bit self-consciously, however, when I realized that none of them were as old as I was. Would they be turned off by our middle-aged bodies? Wait, was I actually expecting them to be turned on? I was momentarily stumped. The author and her boyfriend, Rod, on the plane to Reno, Nevada. The house manager ― a business-suited woman who was my age ― introduced each woman, who then stepped forward for a moment, gave a little wave and a smile, just like at a beauty pageant. A handsome young guy in the chair beside us made his pick immediately. His woman grinned and sashayed over to sit on his lap and gave him an enthusiastic greeting ― this was clearly not their first time together. The manager then asked any women who wanted to entertain couples to step forward, and about half of the line did. Rod and I had made an agreement before we arrived: I got to choose. I already knew that I wanted Carmen, the curvy, dark-haired woman in a fishnet dress and thong who had been the first to say hello to us in the bar. She was flirty and seemed happy. She was pretty and she had that giggle. So I pointed at her, while my nice-girl upbringing screamed at me silently: Pointing is so rude! The women without dates headed back to the bar and I felt another guilty stab as they filed past us. Had I made them feel rejected? Did they take it personally? I didn't have time to think about it because Carmen was shimmying on our lap, or, more specifically, on my lap as I sat on Rod's lap. Pulling me up by the hand, and looping an arm around him, she led us to the negotiation room. It was a small room with dim lighting that resembled a hall closet and was just big enough for us all to sit knee to knee while we discussed what our hour might look like and what the price tag would be. Depending on what services we wanted, our time with Carmen could easily total a thousand dollars or more. She laid out her ground rules (condoms were always required; kissing was OK) and asked if we had any specific requests. Not really, we just want to have fun, we told her. We negotiated a price ― I gulped and Rod agreed. Then we offered up our genitals for inspection, a quick once-over she conducted with a sly sense of humor while she detailed the rigorous STI testing she undergoes every week. Oddly, the whole thing was reassuring and funny rather than awkward. STIs are taken very seriously at the brothel, which is obviously a good thing. The unusual formalities over, we headed to the pay window and forked over the cash. Once we were finished, we followed Carmen down a maze-like hallway — a literal red light glowed everywhere ― and she pranced along ahead of us with a Champagne bottle in an ice bucket. When we finally got to her room, a tiny, semi-personalized space, I was thrilled to find it was toasty ― I'm always freezing when I'm nervous. Carmen pointed out condoms, towels, the fresh sheets on the bed, and the adjoining bathroom (which she shared with the woman in the room next door). The little tour was a strange combination of straight commerce and flirtation. Carmen seemed to be a naturally touchy-feely person and she held my arm or tapped my back as she showed us around. I noticed that she focused her attention much more on me than Rod, which charmed me, but the cynical observer in me noted that it is an undoubtedly smart, practiced move — she is obviously well-versed in disarming the female competition and jealousy aspect of these encounters. The author and her boyfriend hanging out at the bar in their hotel, where she says they, "enjoyed shocking people by telling them our destination." Things flowed effortlessly between Carmen and me, from our intro chatter to getting into the horizontal action, and within minutes Rod enthusiastically joined in, the three of us rotating around in a surprisingly fluid give-and-take. While he nominally took charge ― after all, a threesome needs a little direction ― it was overwhelmingly female-centered sex. I smiled to myself. Threesomes are such trite male-fantasy territory, but Carmen and I were a girl party of teamwork, exploration and celebration. I even joked at one point that we hoped Rod didn't feel excluded. (He decidedly did not.) The whole experience was fun and sexy ― all I had hoped it would be ― with none of the awkwardness I had feared. Carmen was unfailingly charming and enthusiastic, but I never once mistook her warmth for actual sexual excitement. There was no pretense on anyone's part that this encounter was expected to include satisfaction for her. I asked her about this later, as we all lounged naked on the bed, sipping Champagne and chatting. She batted the question down with a polished little sidestep ― she explained that she has enough fun just making her clients happy, and it's too much work to have orgasms all day long anyway. We asked her where she grew up (Venezuela) and how she got into this line of work. (She was initially a stripper but found brothel work safer, with less harassment and more money.) When I wondered aloud whether the post-coital chat was the best or worst part of the job, Carmen assured me she looks forward to connecting with customers and that the old saw is actually true: She often has clients who pay just to talk. Way too soon, an intercom buzzer rang and a female voice let us know our time was up. I had wondered about security ― surely there was a network of bouncers and cameras and intercoms and emergency buttons to protect the women, but everything was so discreet, we didn't notice any of it. We jumped up and bustled around, helping Carmen strip the bed and straighten up (even though she insisted we didn't have to) and then the three of us spilt out into the hallway. We returned to the bar where we began our adventure for some final chatter and a drink. We were sitting cozily together at a table and laughing at our own newly made inside jokes, when a young woman who looked fresh off a farm joined us. She clearly had a friendly relationship with Carmen and was eager to know, 'What exactly do you do in a threesome?' As we happily shared our insights, she turned to me and said with a wink, 'This is what happens to a girl when you raise her in a really strict, controlling religion!' I raised my glass and said, 'That makes two of us, girlfriend! Amen!' A drink suddenly arrived at our table for Carmen. It was sent from a gentleman at the bar, and she smiled and raised a toast to him. She got up immediately and, after squeezing my leg in a little goodbye, strutted over to him. I watched as they chatted for a few moments and then she linked her arm in his and led him over to the big lodge door. The last thing I heard as it swung shut behind them was that warm, bubbly giggle, and I found myself sad to see her go. I guess I was jealous after all. Melissa Duge Spiers is an award-winning screenwriter and memoirist, whose memoir-in-progress, 'The Glory Whole,' won the Book Pipeline 2021 Unpublished Manuscript Non-Fiction award. She is represented by Dani Segelbaum/The Carol Mann Agency. For more from her, visit her Instagram at @mdugespiers. This article originally appeared on HuffPost in February 2022.
Daily Mail
24-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
EXCLUSIVE We were working in a chip shop before our first threesome on Open House: The Great Sex Experiment - now we're living the dream as full-time adult content creators
A couple who appeared on the latest series of Open House: The Great Sex Experiment are now living the dream making adult content full-time after appearing on the Channel 4 show. The racy programme - which hit our screens in 2022 - sees couples arrive at a retreat to explore opening up their relationship with residents on the programme. Married couple Paul, 28, and Chloe, 27 - from Liverpool - have been together since they were 17 after falling for each other at school. The pair, who tied the knot in 2021, decided to open up their relationship to explore Chloe's bi-curiosity - and the childhood sweethearts ended up having their first ever threesome together on the programme. Filming for the third season of Open House wrapped up last year, and since the show has aired, their lives have changed drastically - as they are now living their best lives posting on OnlyFans, TikTok, Instagram AND webcamming to make their dosh. Speaking exclusively to MailOnline about what they do to make money now, Paul said: 'Since the show and since leaving traditional work, we both obviously changed up our lifestyle and what we do now. From A-list scandals and red carpet mishaps to exclusive pictures and viral moments, subscribe to the DailyMail's new Showbiz newsletter to stay in the loop. The pair, who tied the knot in 2021, decided to open up their relationship to explore Chloe's bi-curiosity - and the childhood sweethearts ended up having their first ever threesome together on the programme 'We're both content creators, so create TiktToks and Instagram reels and things like that. 'I manage our social media and create the TikToks and things, and Chloe manages the OnlyFans that we now run.' Chloe added: 'It's mostly camming.' Paul continued: 'That's what we do nowadays. 'But it's a bit weird now saying it because, like the show itself, it's almost like a taboo, but it's just not in our friendship group now. 'The new friendship group we've made since the show, it's what we do. 'It's accepted and putting yourself first I guess, as opposed to a job you hate.' Explaining what they did before entering this new world of non monogamy, Paul explained: 'We worked in a chippy. 'We both worked on the front of a chippy, Chloe was on the fryer, I was doing the orders and stuff. A little dream team. 'That was only until about three weeks ago. We've only recently changed. 'We made the gamble to just go for it.' During episode one, Chloe and Paul arrived and got to know the residents, but one of them took it further than the other. Chloe ended up getting intimate with two of the other girls, while Paul just ended up chatting to some of the residents. But they did end up picking Grace to have a threesome with - and it went really well. After their night with Grace, Chloe said: 'It's a nice experience. It's something new. Like I think it's just contentment.' Paul added: 'It's exciting because it's like we've opened up a new world. I feel reborn, I'm just missing the cigar!' Explaining the reason behind wanting to take part in the show, Chloe explained: 'It was two years ago I said to Paul "I'm very, like, bi-curious", because were were both looking at women together.' Paul added: 'About a year into our marriage we started getting a bit experimental, and then when, until we were experimenting that club that I kind of noticed Chloe's like wandering eyes to women. 'So when we're watching videos together, we're both looking at the woman and I thought, "that's a bit..." 'And that got us talking, and then that's when Chloe brought up that she was bi-curious, and she looks at girls, not just as like "girls are pretty", but like I want to be with a girl. 'And that was about the time we started doing Tiktok. We've always done Tiktok and Instagram, we've always done it on the side as like a hobby. 'At the same time we kind of invested into that too. 'And then as we tried new things and we enjoyed doing it, Open House was just another thing where we were like, "Should we just give it a try?" 'And it's the perfect opportunity to go on and for Chloe to explore being bi-curious and it be a safe environment, obviously everyone is testing. 'If it was in the real world, we probably never would have!' Opening up about what they were most anxious about while taking part in the show, Chloe said: 'I was nervous because because going in, I was thinking, "Right? I'm not going to do anything that doesn't involve Paul. 'I'm just gonna do it with Paul. 'If it's not with Paul"...' Paul chimed in: 'Well that was the plan! What happened there?!' Chloe continued: 'Well that's how I thought going in, I was nervous, I thought, my insecurities were if we had a threesome and then Paul was like "I prefer it with other people to you!", that was nerve-wracking for me. ' Paul added: 'Since the show, we've kind of like, we've kind of carried on the same, like, do on our own, like adventures. A little bit. 'It's exposed to myself, how most of my identity was Chloe. 'I kind of lost myself a bit. I was like 80% this is our identity, 20% I'm just Paul who plays football. 'Since the show, Chloe's come into her own and blossomed and she's made so many friends and been so confident. 'And now since the show, I'm finding my feet, like that 18 year old again. 'Right I'm in the big world, this is what I can do!'
