I’m not the type to “settle down” with one person. I wasn’t raised to think that marriage equated to monogamy, nor was I raised to consider monogamy “normal.” So, when I moved in with one of the men I’ve been dating for the past three years, the first thing my father the retired marine corps officer said was “He knows he can’t own you, right?” Right. Of course.
Me being me, and him being who he is, my lover, whom I will call Simon, and I arrived at an agreement. He would be my primary partner and I would not have any other lovers that I saw regularly, nor would I take any new lovers in the forseeable future. However, I was free to see and play with prior partners / exes if I so desired. This weekend, we put that agreement to the test.
I’ve a friend about 10 years older than myself, someone who is an airline pilot who used to fly for the navy. He’s also been an occasional lover since I was 18. He had a layover at the airport nearby and we spent Friday night and most of Saturday together. Simon and I talked. Emotionally, me seeing other people was a different situation for him than previously, before I’d moved in. We talked about how the Dom in him wanted to hike his leg and piss on me and then rip my pilot-friend’s throat out. The cuckold scenario didn’t do anything for him. Something in him looks at me and thinks “MINE!” But I told him that regardless of what happened with my old lover, I was coming back to him, and that was what mattered. We fell into bed and had ferocious sex that involved sensual domination, the two of us switching who was Top, vying for dominance like wrestlers in a tournament.
Then I showered and cleaned myself up. I dressed carefully in a little black dress and high heels. Under it I wore a bustier and stockings. And armed with a handful of condoms and a dufflebag full of toys, I left with Simon’s blessing.
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