“He says when you come home to make sure you have your big-boy pants on.”
These words Mrs. AP typed to me while she and our former roommate (Red) were having a long heart to heart in our room while I was at work. I knew he’d been struggling with some mental demons as of late, and we were all still adjusting to his semi-regular returns to the house to see the kids. He’s a good guy, but his temperament doesn’t always mesh well with mine, and he tends to get assumptive about what he can and cannot do in the house in regards to personal space. Well, that and at times it seems he’s forgotten than he and Mrs. AP haven’t been romantically or sexually involves in years, and that he has the right to have his way with her whenever the mood so strikes him. Yes, it’s bothered me off and on for years. As a matter of respect, it struck me that he had none for us. With all of that in mind, I had to struggle through the final hour of work and the drive home through rush hour traffic not knowing exactly how this conversation was going to meander. My anxiety level was high, despite all my attempts to calm myself on the drive home. (To wit, meditation has limited effectiveness on crowded highways.)
Once I was home and changed, Red asked that I just sit and listen. He’d been working with Mrs. AP all day on realizing exactly what he wants and how to go about achieving it. I listened, holding Mrs. AP’s hand, as Red explained that he still loved Mrs. AP, that he was unhappy with everybody else he’d tried to date in the past several years, and that what he ultimately wanted was to get some of his mood imbalances controlled, get us trusting him again, and for us to help him find a woman that all of us could get along with both in and out of the bedroom so that Red and New Girl could be Primaries while Mrs. AP and I remained Primaries, but all while having a larger shared Quad experience wth hopefully some play between Mrs. AP and New Girl. Whomever she may be.
Okay, I was a little disappointed that everybody got their kinks fulfilled in that scenario except me and my love of men, but Red followed that up with saying “Of course, you two could still find your pretty Bi guys on the side to play with, and if he was a good fit for all of us he could join the group sometimes too.” I was surprised. Red isn’t Bi, nor is he homophobic — in fact, he and Mrs. AP were a semi-regular Vee with much group sex involved with Mrs. AP’s ex-husband — but hearing him give voice to my concerns about my love of a hard cock in my mouth before I’d had a chance to respond made me look at him in a more positive light. Here he was, pouring out his heart and soul searching and expressing his desire for how things would ideally work out, and he still had time to take stock of how I might react and address that. It was endearing.
As the evening rolled on, the three of us discussed some of the issues and concerns we’d all had with each other while living together and the changes we all wanted to see in behavior. Red promised to be more thoughtful and considerate of Mrs. AP and I and the relationship we have. We promised to be more thoughtful and considerate of his feelings and inner demons. After this and making sure all the kids were put to bed we were lounging about, talking about whatever topics of conversation passed in and out of our heads, when suddenly Mrs. AP leaned over, shoved my shorts and underwear to my knees, and swallowed my cock.
Friends and Readers, I know it’s been awhile. Much has come up, or gone down, or both. I have felt your absence, or more precisely mine, and found it terribly difficult to find a way to get back to you.
Not long at all after my last post (half a year ago…) nearly everything in my world was thrown into a velvet bag, shaken vigorously, and dumped onto the floor. People in my private life found out about this blog and their reactions shattered my confidence. A change in jobs turned out to be not as comfortable as advertised, and my confidence slipped further. Mrs. AP and I began having more social time with friends who, while lovely and sexy and absolutely play-worthy material if they ever were up to doing so, are rather demanding of both time and energy. With my introversion and Mrs. AP’s dynamism between introversion and extroversion we simply don’t have the resources to be able to be the busy socialites, the dedicated parents, the financially struggling couple, and the sexy blog authors. We turned inward, we focused on family, and somewhere along the way I found myself feeling more confident, more alive, and more connected to Mrs. AP than we’d felt in months. Perhaps even a year.
We’ve had some sexy adventures here and there. One in particular remains quite fixed in my mind. I’ll do my best to bring that to you soon. For those who kept checking in, thank you. For those who asked about us via Twitter, a special thanks to you. Your concern helped.
Stay SINful, friends.