Threesomes: The Taboo Tango We Pretend We Don’t Want

Where to begin…

Let’s get one thing straight: the idea of a threesome is hot. Scorching. Red-light-district-meets-your-favorite-fantasy hot. And don’t even try to act like you haven’t thought about it. Your search history knows. Your shower fantasies know. That suspiciously long pause you took when your friend joked about it? Oh honey, we all know.

So why is something so deliciously tempting still so taboo? Why do we pretend like three’s a crowd when clearly it’s a party?

Let’s talk about it.

A threesome is the holy grail of sexual curiosity—two people loving on you at once, more limbs than you know what to do with, and a buffet of bodies that screams “yes chef!” to your every craving. It’s not just about sex; it’s about stepping into a realm of permission, exploration, and yes, a little chaos. But good chaos. The kind of chaos that makes you forget your ex’s name and what day it is. WHY are we pretending to NOT want that??

Here’s the kicker: as much as threesomes are fantasized about, they’re rarely normalized. And that’s not because they’re inherently problematic—it’s because society is clutching its pearls and holding onto outdated playbooks like it’s still the 1950s and we’re all about to get smacked with a ruler for even saying the word “clitoris.” Please be for real.

We’ve been fed the idea that intimacy is a one-on-one duet, not a three-way harmony. There’s about a hundred reasons for that, but I won’t get into all of them. We have been taught that love is a cage match where only one partner wins your heart. BORING. But add a third and suddenly you’re accused of being greedy, unstable, or ***gasp****…. emotionally unavailable.

Please. Half of us can barely handle one relationship without spiraling into a text-analyzing mess. You really think people trying new dynamics are the unstable ones?

Here’s the real reason threesomes aren’t normalized: because normalizing them would force people to actually confront their insecurities. Jealousy. Communication gaps. The myth of sexual ownership. And—God forbid—desire in its raw, unfiltered form.

It’s easier to shame what we don’t understand than to admit we want it too.

We'd rather mock the idea than evolve the conversation.

But imagine this: a world where talking about threesomes doesn’t raise eyebrows, where curiosity isn’t labeled as moral failure, and where pleasure isn’t policed like a crime scene. A world where adults—consenting, communicative adults—could explore together without dragging shame into the bedroom like some third wheel nobody asked for.

Sound radical? It’s not. It’s real. It’s already happening—quietly, behind closed doors, in trusted group chats, whispered over wine glasses. The revolution isn’t coming. It’s already between the sheets.

So maybe it’s time we stopped clutching our pearls and started polishing them.

Normalize the fantasy. Normalize the conversation. And who knows—maybe normalize the experience.

After all, life’s short. Sometimes, two’s company… but three? Three’s divine.