In the last First Love post, George and I had really hit it off in an unusually short time, emotionally and physically. We were instant messaging daily and he was still saying how he was the Luckiest Man in the World, and calling me Princess. It was smittenness at first sight.
Needless to say this wasn't going over all that well with our spouses. Spencer was concerned mainly about how fast we'd become attached. Hillary was concerned because we shouldn't be getting attached at all: they were swingers and it should be all physical. But I think she was going to let this ride for awhile, probably hoping it'd run its course.
An outing was planned for George and Hillary and myself, to go out shopping [he wanted to buy me an outfit, dress me up as his Princess] and go to dinner afterward and maybe more. To me the day was wonderful, and Hillary even joked about how George was taking "his women" out. We did the shopping thing, and went out to dinner, and then discussed plans for the evening.
George just about flipped when his wife gave the go-ahead for the three of us to get a motel room. And I was walking on clouds!
We found a place not too far from either of our homes and all went up to the room. The three of us first lounged in the hot tub, and George gave Hillary the first "attentions" which I thought was only right, since she's his wife. There wasn't any sexual attraction between Hillary and me, so it was all up to George to satisfy us both lol We played around taking some pictures, and I gave George a gift of edible man's briefs which were a crack-up. From there on, most of what I remember is the "attentions" George gave me.
Actually Hillary got a phone call on her cell and sat by the window talking for a bit, but she had to have heard George and me going at it on one of the beds. I was just soaking it all in, pun intended. I asked him to cum inside me so I could feel closer to him and he loved it.
After Hillary's call, we all lay on the bed, George spooning me, and we watched some television. In a while, Hillary was going to have to leave because she had to get up very early in the a.m. for work, and she and George made a decision they'd never allowed themselves to make before: for one of them to be all alone with another partner. She probably later regretted it, because it was that time alone that let George and I really bond.
George took Hillary home and came back to be with me, having made an agreement with her that he wouldn't stay too late. It wasn't to be an all-nighter. When he came back, I was ready for him again, and then the darndest, most-romantic thing happened: a storm hit and the power went out! Now, for bonding purposes, [see practically any romance novel] you can't beat storms and power-outages, with heroes holding heroines in the dark, making love to the thunder, and the hero whispering in the heroine's ear, "I could really develop feelings for you."
In time, we had to yank ourselves back to reality, George had to drive me home and say goodbye, and our night out of a storybook was over.
For all the intense feelings we'd developed, we would only get to see each other a few more times before the incompatibility of our two couples' philosophies would be impossible to overcome.
More in part V.
~Pym
Though I haven't read the earlier episodes, thus far it sounds pretty much par for the course for people in your situation. It's an enjoyable read. Until your next installment I leave you respectfully with two words: safer sex, though it sounds like it's already too late to consider as it would apply to the relationships about which you write here.
ReplyDeleteHope your poly journeys are happy (and safer) going forward.
Thank you for that bringing that up; yes, I hope I've learned a few things during these experiences, safer sex being an important lesson! I appreciate the input!
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