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Did we break them? Shit, I think we broke them…

Posted in Polyamory with tags , , on March 2, 2017 by michella74

We met The Gentleman and The Belle two years ago at a convention. I remember how attractive I found them both and how attracted The Biker was to The Belle. We talked about them often that weekend, QUITE OFTEN. *wink* Sadly, they seemed to be pretty damn monogamous, so we decided not to push. I’m terrible at flirting anyway and can never tell when someone is just being nice vs. trying to get into my knickers. The Biker was his standard type of flirty which involves a little bit of pushing, until he realizes his intended target isn’t going for it. But I digress. They were both fun and we enjoyed talking to them, so being nothing more than friends was perfectly fine with the two of us. And so, for the past two years, we’ve gotten to know them a little better online (since they live 9 hours from us) and were looking forward to seeing them and several other friends again at the convention this year.

The weekend started out a bit rough due to some miscommunication between The Biker and I. I will admit that part of the problem was that I felt ignored. (See, there are problems sometimes in poly relationships.) The Biker was just as happy to see The Belle as I was, and he was doing his best to show her. The Gentleman was – well – being a Gentleman and as I said, I’m terrible at flirting. I was feeling like a bit of an afterthought on The Biker’s part and that never ends well, so we spent most of Saturday working through that. However, by that afternoon, all was right in our world and we geared up for an evening of revelry.

It began with the offer of a bourbon I’ve been wanting to try for some time. The Gentleman has a love for Spirits and had picked up on my shared affection. He happened to mention that he had a bottle of bourbon in his room that I’d been wanting to try, and when my eyes lit up, he offered to go retrieve a drink for me. I was curious when he asked The Biker to accompany him on this drink run, but assumed an extra pair of hands was needed. They were gone much longer than they needed to be, which left The Belle and I together making small-talk with a few other friends. When The Biker returned, I could tell by the smirk on his face that he had information to share with me. He sat down, leaned close, and whispered that The Gentleman had been kicking himself for not acting upon his desires the night before. Then he added that I should expect that mistake to be rectified in the next few hours. *swoon*
Even though I’m terrible at it, I love the flirting stage. That initial rush of nervous energy is intoxicating. ¬†You’re trying to decipher how the other person feels and you realize that they feel the same way. Those first nervous touches, holding eye contact just a little too long and wiling the other person to pick up on the wanton thoughts in your head. The mischievous grins, the winks, the playful teasing; all leading to that first shy kiss. And those delicate pecks then lead to necking like high schoolers in a dark corner of the room; the kind of kissing where your face ends up red and raw and you can barely breathe. The kind of kissing where your knees start to go weak and you find yourself wanting to devour the other person. Primal kissing – animalistic. That’s where the four of us ended up within a few hours after some bourbon, some wine, and some rum.

We invited them to join us in our room. Neither The Biker nor I had any expectations of what might happen between us. We didn’t want them to feel pressured. By asking them to join us in our room, we knew that if they got uncomfortable, they would simply have to say goodnight and and return to the many other parties that were happening. They acted like this was nothing new for them; neither one of them seemed nervous, there were no last-minute quiet discussions between the two of them. They accepted our invitation and the four of us left the party. We spent a little while sitting on one of the two small hotel beds, chatting, sipping our drinks, laughing together. And at some point the mood shifted; talking slowed down and desires were conveyed through touch alone.

The Gentleman did some very ungenteel things to me that night, and The Belle’s brazen advances would have made Southern women faint. There were many times when I completely lost myself in the sensations washing over me, but I never allowed complete surrender because I love watching The Biker with other women, especially women that I find beautiful. I have always found The Belle quite attractive, and being able to watch them together was titillating. He is an attentive lover and I adore being able to watch other women discover that. Observing how other men use me for their own purposes drives him wild and I know it. He loves when I prove that deep down I’m a whore. Knowing that he’s watching makes it even more exciting for me, which in turn, helps me release the wanton slut inside me. Part of me was expecting The Gentleman and The Belle to stop things before we went too much further, but that never happened. We exhausted ourselves and slept until the morning sun forced us out of bed.

There was laughter that morning while we searched through the many piles of clothes to make sure everyone had their belongings. Nothing felt strange or uncomfortable between us. It was as perfect a “morning after” as anyone could expect. (I can still remember the first time The Biker and I spent the night with another couple – the nerves, the small bit of awkwardness. I’ll have to tell that story another time.) Before breakfast The Biker told me what he had learned from The Gentleman the previous evening. He and The Belle had always been monogamous. When they’d met us two years ago, they started talking about non-monogamy. They had NEVER done anything like this before now, but had decided that we were going to be their first interaction if we’d have them. I remember saying, “Did we break them? Oh shit! We broke ’em!”

And now The Biker and I are hoping to visit The Gentleman and The Belle in the coming months. We seem to all want another night of licentious exploits.