Steady As She Goes

Our search for special “friends with benefits” has been going pretty well as of late. We have received emails from several couples and one single male expressing an interest in meeting us. Not so bad after less than a month. But we have to get better at showing up when we actually get a date. One couple was particularly active in communicating with us, and we set plans for an evening at a jazz bar last Saturday night. We had seen pictures of them, and were impressed by their attractiveness. So we were quite anxious to see the evening come together, even if for a platonic meet-and-greet over drinks and the sounds of a live band. But we had been battling winter cold symptoms for the week leading up to Saturday, and simply could not answer the bell come game time. We had to bail. Not good. One thing you find out early when using internet match services is the fact there are a lot of poseurs out there. And it is easy to be strung along and then faked out, or have to deal with the other guys chickening out. And that is not us. Angie and I were hoping they would give us another chance. We sent our advance notice that we were not going to be up to the date, and follow up requests for forgiveness and an alternative date. They’ve been gracious enough to dismiss our absence and agreed to a rain check. In the meantime things are progressing with other couples. One couple in particular we like as much as the aforementioned pair, but unfortunately, they live an inconvenient 90 miles away.

We have not really pursued single males, because by and large, what we have seen are guys who are all about their supposed sexual prowess, and nothing about their deportment or expectations on a deeper level of what a three-way relationship means to them. It seems married men are more….polished, than their single counterparts of the same age (30-50); and the single guys below 40 don’t really come knocking on the door of a late forty-/early-fifty-something couple. (As an aside I can also say that where the couples are concerned, the women are by and large better looking than the men). So it is unusual when one comes across a young single guy who conducts himself reasonably well by email, and then blows Angie away with killer photos. Nothing overly graphic, because they mostly show his face, but his abs could serve in an ad for Men’s Health, and the rest of the package…well. Angie has been trying to reel in this young 30-something gentlemen, who can only be described as “Adonis”. He is that good looking. However, the guy is harder to pin down for a get together than the pope. Must be his way of building anticipation. And I wouldn’t doubt he has a string of young beauties hovering around him anyway. We sent him these special pictures. Just to get his attention.

On the matter of photos I want to say that we contemplated for a long time the decision to show our identities on Cuckold Lexicon. Like most everyone else we were worried about being “discovered”. The issue of course is that the "lifestyle" is frowned upon by the majority of societies; and those of us participating, or desiring to participate, in the lifestyle are afraid of the ramifications of having (regular) friends and family learn of our particular predilections. You know how we finally resolved that? We asked ourselves, who would be reading our blog anyway? And if someone we know was to find out about the fact we blog on the matter, what are they going to do about it? It is not like they are going to come running up pointing a finger at us. And we don't think they could even engage in idle gossip with any certainty of first hand knowledge because they would be admitting they looked into our little diary. But, at the risk of putting ourselves out there a bit more, Angie and I have agreed to do a photo montage that will depict the erotic perspective; nothing overtly graphic, because we want this to be artistic far more than pornographic. Eventually I hope that we can repeat this creative process with our lover(s) to show the more fully developed and complex dynamic.