I just flew back from a Fuckaree, and boy are my balls tired!
OK, let’s start over.
A very nice part about being in a poly relationship is the option to
have an infinite set of good times. It doesn’t mean you will have
those times, or even can have those times, but just that they’re
possible. It’s very freeing to hit on someone, knowing that there are
no stakes and there are no boundaries. Not interested? No worries, I’m
good. Interested? Let’s see where this can go…
So I just enjoyed a Fuckaree, here defined as a brief cavalcade of
sex, sort of a fucking-jamboree, as it were. (I wanted to use the term
Fuckaroo, but apparently that has already been co-opted as a bad time,
sort of a protracted duration of FUBAR.) There was some deliciously
and deliriously casual sex with a lover who gave every appearance of
insatiability. There were some ridiculously indulgent acts and highly
irresponsible late nights. (On a school night?!) There was even a
highly unexpected threesome with someone who was quite old enough to
consent but quite out of our range in all other respects.
All very nice and good and pleasant stuff.
Here’s the thing I realized… being the poly-hubby, I have a fair
amount of flexibility with regard to my actions, as long as I behave
safely and by the rules. Nonetheless, I discovered that I couldn’t
really enjoy the aftermath of my actions until I knew that the wife
both knew about them and was excited for me.
Fortunately for me, our own Poly Saturated is quite compersive, and
has expressed great excitement and enthusiasm for my exploits. Still,
this experience has taught me something about our relationship, and I
wonder how common this is. Casual sex is possible and can be immensely
fun and pleasurable. But the true fun and pleasure may rest to a large
extent on my wife also enjoying, whether it’s a threesome or group
sex, or simply being encouraging ahead of time or supportive after.
“Go get her, Tiger!” read one particularly significant text from my
lovely wife, after which followed a most delightful adventure!
I really like sex that comes with deep and intimate relationships. And
I also enjoy casual sex. But I think the true enjoyment in either
comes in knowing that they are part of the relationship that I enjoy
with the most important woman in my life.
Now that I write that, it occurs to me that that’s like everything I
do. I have a lot of experiences, whether they are fun, interesting,
difficult, or tragic. In all cases, I gain new perspective on my own
life through the lens of my lover and life partner. Even when I go off
to enjoy strange, new sex, I can hardly wait to re-examine it with
her. In fact, I think I have an idea for an awesome new Hallmark card:
“Sweetheart, casual sex is just better when you’re around!”
Some might think this makes me whipped. To them, I would say, maybe I
am, but I just had one fuck of a fuckaree, and the fact that my wife’s
smile and High Five amplifies and relives my pleasure doesn’t detract
one bit.
Now excuse me while I figure out how I’m going to give the wife some
well-deserved sexual payback!
-Poly-hubby
OK, let’s start over.
A very nice part about being in a poly relationship is the option to
have an infinite set of good times. It doesn’t mean you will have
those times, or even can have those times, but just that they’re
possible. It’s very freeing to hit on someone, knowing that there are
no stakes and there are no boundaries. Not interested? No worries, I’m
good. Interested? Let’s see where this can go…
So I just enjoyed a Fuckaree, here defined as a brief cavalcade of
sex, sort of a fucking-jamboree, as it were. (I wanted to use the term
Fuckaroo, but apparently that has already been co-opted as a bad time,
sort of a protracted duration of FUBAR.) There was some deliciously
and deliriously casual sex with a lover who gave every appearance of
insatiability. There were some ridiculously indulgent acts and highly
irresponsible late nights. (On a school night?!) There was even a
highly unexpected threesome with someone who was quite old enough to
consent but quite out of our range in all other respects.
All very nice and good and pleasant stuff.
Here’s the thing I realized… being the poly-hubby, I have a fair
amount of flexibility with regard to my actions, as long as I behave
safely and by the rules. Nonetheless, I discovered that I couldn’t
really enjoy the aftermath of my actions until I knew that the wife
both knew about them and was excited for me.
Fortunately for me, our own Poly Saturated is quite compersive, and
has expressed great excitement and enthusiasm for my exploits. Still,
this experience has taught me something about our relationship, and I
wonder how common this is. Casual sex is possible and can be immensely
fun and pleasurable. But the true fun and pleasure may rest to a large
extent on my wife also enjoying, whether it’s a threesome or group
sex, or simply being encouraging ahead of time or supportive after.
“Go get her, Tiger!” read one particularly significant text from my
lovely wife, after which followed a most delightful adventure!
I really like sex that comes with deep and intimate relationships. And
I also enjoy casual sex. But I think the true enjoyment in either
comes in knowing that they are part of the relationship that I enjoy
with the most important woman in my life.
Now that I write that, it occurs to me that that’s like everything I
do. I have a lot of experiences, whether they are fun, interesting,
difficult, or tragic. In all cases, I gain new perspective on my own
life through the lens of my lover and life partner. Even when I go off
to enjoy strange, new sex, I can hardly wait to re-examine it with
her. In fact, I think I have an idea for an awesome new Hallmark card:
“Sweetheart, casual sex is just better when you’re around!”
Some might think this makes me whipped. To them, I would say, maybe I
am, but I just had one fuck of a fuckaree, and the fact that my wife’s
smile and High Five amplifies and relives my pleasure doesn’t detract
one bit.
Now excuse me while I figure out how I’m going to give the wife some
well-deserved sexual payback!
-Poly-hubby
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