Budding Begins, Blossoms To Follow
In the past two weeks Mrs. AP and I have had two dates with Our Crush. In both cases what started out as short dates evolved into very long amounts of time spent over at his place, with a great deal of making out involved. The first date, in fact, lasted ten hours, the last two to three hours of which were spent with a great deal of kissing and neck nibbling and running fingernails up and down various body parts… all without any clothing being removed. The second date at his house did lead to all clothing on all parties eventually coming off, but only after yet another long period of making out and teasing and foreplay.
Mrs. AP and I have our fair share of threesomes with another man under our collective belt, considering our long-held Triad with her soon-to-be-ex-husband and our dalliances with both Our Well Hung Lover and a long standing friend of hers, but never before have either of us — nor Our Crush, if I guess correctly — been involved in a scenario where there was truly equal attention and desire among all three people. Each of us wanted, desired, and gave attention to the other two freely and equally without need of conscious thought toward the matter. It was more a matter of each of us not being able to get enough of the other two than any one of us feeling pressured to give attention to one of the other people. We were the closest to a true Triad I’ve ever experienced, with lines of energy connected each of the three pairs of us — him and her; her and me; him and me — along with a continuous loop connecting us all that was exhilarating and powerful. I wrote once of wanting the kind of Triad where each of us makes the other two stronger; I got a taste of what that can be like as we all rolled around in bed together.
To be sure, our first time rolling around naked, swapping places and positions effortlessly and naturally as if we were all made to do so, did not mirror most of what Mrs. AP and I discussed in our earlier preparatory discussions. In the end, we didn’t need to follow a script. We went with what good and right and comfortable. We followed instincts, and while I cannot speak for him I can say with certainty that Mrs. AP and I are both falling for him faster and harder than either of us anticipated. It’s scary — Mrs. AP has concerns about both of us getting hurt if this doesn’t work out well for us — but it’s exciting and exhilarating and delicious. I have never, ever, been so excited to see another man, or to kiss him, or to run my hands across his body in all his delicious places. And oh goodness gracious, can the man kiss. Wow. His lips are wonderful in so many deviant ways. More please!
The way he and Mrs. AP look together is just incredible as well. I thought I understood Compersion, but now I know I only understood the intellectual aspects of it. I did not know the true meaning until I watched the two of them together, engrossed in each other, both delighting one another with new explorations; in those moments I felt filled from within with joy. I wanted to celebrate their discoveries, their happiness, and revel in it. I felt renewed, continuously.
I can’t wait to see where this path leads. I do hope it’s a very long one indeed.
Stay SINful, friends.