It seems my life revolves around having a setting with three people, who may be differentially involved, at a time. So I’m going to show some vignettes about concurrent interactions with multiple lovers.
Bear in mind that in my model, metamours generally know each other but don’t necessarily hang out with each other of their own volition. An exception is my secondary’s primary--she’s awesome, and I’ll hang out with her whenever she’s willing to have me around.
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My spouse was out, and I was going to go on a date with my non-spousal primary. He told me to be ready at 4. It was 4:05 when I got a Skype call from my secondary (at the time, the non-spousal primary hadn’t been elevated yet, so the two people in question were of equal status, which is how I like it anyway. Secondary also sounds like a bad word, but I promise it’s of his own volition). I told the secondary I was happy to talk, but only until the doorbell rang.
4:15 came and went, and I came to the realization that, since I was going to be dominated on this date, part of the game was that I got to wait once I was all dolled up. But I was at my own house and had gotten no further instructions, so I might as well catch up with the secondary while I wait.
5:05 came and went. I was still chatting with my secondary. We had a good thing going. I was just more dressed up than usual for a phone call.
5:20 the doorbell rang. And *then* I found all the texts explaining the car troubles.
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Remind me: are you the lover who likes her eggs runny or the one who likes them firm?
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My spouse doesn’t like coffee. My ritual for when he’s out and I’m in (which is pretty rare; I’m busy) is that I make myself some coffee and enjoy it immensely in his absence.
Sometimes, my spouse comes back for something he’s forgotten after I’ve already started drinking the coffee. In that case, I get a kiss on the cheek instead of the lips when he leaves again.
A completely different lover made me some delicious coffee one morning. I was drinking it when he leaned over to kiss me. Out of habit, I ducked so he’d get my cheek. Then I remembered I was *not* with the lover who doesn’t like coffee and had to laugh and explain myself.
From this lover’s primary, who was also at the table: I wondered about that gesture.
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My spouse had a date over at the house, and it was a first date, so I didn’t want to risk messing things up by being there. I booked myself a good, long massage.
My spouse drove the date home, and I headed back to the house by foot. In the meantime, my non-spousal primary called. We had a chat. I got home, and I still wanted to chat. Assuming my spouse was already back inside, I sat on the doorstep to finish my call.
After a while, my spouse drove up in the car. Turns out the date lived far away.
“Gotta go,” I said. “I want to ask my spouse how the date went.”
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Secondary: I won’t come visit you because you don’t have an air conditioner, and it’s July.
Three days later, me: My extremely burly spouse hauled up and installed that 10,000 BTU dinosaur burner for you.
Secondary: Please thank him for me. I’ll see you soon.
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Me: While you were busy, I called another lover. I said I was calling because I didn’t have anything to say. He pointed out that was odd.
Lover: *laugh* I want to take this guy out for beers and talk about you.
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Got a question or comment? I’m here for you: polysaturated@rocketmail.com.
Bear in mind that in my model, metamours generally know each other but don’t necessarily hang out with each other of their own volition. An exception is my secondary’s primary--she’s awesome, and I’ll hang out with her whenever she’s willing to have me around.
*******
My spouse was out, and I was going to go on a date with my non-spousal primary. He told me to be ready at 4. It was 4:05 when I got a Skype call from my secondary (at the time, the non-spousal primary hadn’t been elevated yet, so the two people in question were of equal status, which is how I like it anyway. Secondary also sounds like a bad word, but I promise it’s of his own volition). I told the secondary I was happy to talk, but only until the doorbell rang.
4:15 came and went, and I came to the realization that, since I was going to be dominated on this date, part of the game was that I got to wait once I was all dolled up. But I was at my own house and had gotten no further instructions, so I might as well catch up with the secondary while I wait.
5:05 came and went. I was still chatting with my secondary. We had a good thing going. I was just more dressed up than usual for a phone call.
5:20 the doorbell rang. And *then* I found all the texts explaining the car troubles.
*******
Remind me: are you the lover who likes her eggs runny or the one who likes them firm?
*******
My spouse doesn’t like coffee. My ritual for when he’s out and I’m in (which is pretty rare; I’m busy) is that I make myself some coffee and enjoy it immensely in his absence.
Sometimes, my spouse comes back for something he’s forgotten after I’ve already started drinking the coffee. In that case, I get a kiss on the cheek instead of the lips when he leaves again.
A completely different lover made me some delicious coffee one morning. I was drinking it when he leaned over to kiss me. Out of habit, I ducked so he’d get my cheek. Then I remembered I was *not* with the lover who doesn’t like coffee and had to laugh and explain myself.
From this lover’s primary, who was also at the table: I wondered about that gesture.
*******
My spouse had a date over at the house, and it was a first date, so I didn’t want to risk messing things up by being there. I booked myself a good, long massage.
My spouse drove the date home, and I headed back to the house by foot. In the meantime, my non-spousal primary called. We had a chat. I got home, and I still wanted to chat. Assuming my spouse was already back inside, I sat on the doorstep to finish my call.
After a while, my spouse drove up in the car. Turns out the date lived far away.
“Gotta go,” I said. “I want to ask my spouse how the date went.”
*******
Secondary: I won’t come visit you because you don’t have an air conditioner, and it’s July.
Three days later, me: My extremely burly spouse hauled up and installed that 10,000 BTU dinosaur burner for you.
Secondary: Please thank him for me. I’ll see you soon.
*******
Me: While you were busy, I called another lover. I said I was calling because I didn’t have anything to say. He pointed out that was odd.
Lover: *laugh* I want to take this guy out for beers and talk about you.
*******
Got a question or comment? I’m here for you: polysaturated@rocketmail.com.
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