Recuperation

Now that Angie and I are able to crawl out of the crypt and actually look at sunlight, things are starting feel better around here. Oh my Gawd. We have never experienced such a ferocious respiratory virus before. Angie is still dealing with the lasting effects of a heavy cough and congested sinus. But we're feeling good enough to plan on getting out with three couples who have been dear friends of ours since the college days. No, they are not involved with the "lifestyle", but that doesn't stop the imagination from running wild at times. It did back then on occasion. They are all very attractive and always were attractive. Angie and I chatted a bit about the notion of sharing our personal proclivities with one or more of these couples to see where they might stand. But....naww....too much history together. The risk is too great that it would permanently alter the close but platonic dynamic we all have together. It is understandable that inserting the "poly" wild card into even discussion could result in irrecoverable instability. So, we'll keep our other life and friends separate.

Which brings us to the point of where the "figawe" with our search for potential playmates. Over thirty and counting. The reality has been, though, that we have been all talk and no show because of the virus we carried for four weeks. More than a few of the couples Angie and I engaged in a dialogue have been very gracious, and await our emergence from our self imposed chrysalis. The flip side is that there are some out there ready teddy to meet, greet, and get it on; and if you are not ready too, your are placed into the electronic circular file. OK, fair enough. We are going to pick our spots. This has brought us to the point where Angie and I must review our options in light of our personal preferences in a polyamorous relationship. We prefer to be "monogamous" with another couple. An exclusive relationship. One, because we prefer the closeness of a real friendship that develops before the "benefits" become part of the package, and two, it cuts down on the risk factor for STDs. However, we have learned from those couples we have gathered to our list of Friends on AFF, that most prefer the freedom of playing the field. Our profile alludes to how we want to play, but more than a couple of email exchanges demands open disclosure on our part. One very promising couple of above average attractiveness bailed when they learned of our parameters, and that was too bad. Another opened a profile on AFF for a brief period before discontinuing recently, that I believe had as close to the ideal as possible. Interestingly the wife carried all of the dialogue and admitted her husband and the other wife had developed a deep attraction that I can only surmise from her circumspect description as a "love affair". My pen pal was fine with it, but the other husband apparently developed a bit of insecurity that has led to some low level conflict between that couple. Understandable when the open relationship is taken to the literal definition of polyamory. It raises a point of interest that Angie and I will explore in a "what if" scenario discussion.

We have been extended invitations to attend play parties too. And those things, frankly, scare us. Who knows what people are bringing with them? And I don't mean toys or peculiar partners. The idea that you go into a room and just drop clothes and start exchanging fluids in a round robin is rather revolting, and doesn't get any more attractive when the idea of "safe sex" means bringing a box of rubbers to put on and take off like dirty socks, or.... what do you call those things? Vaginal and dental dams? No way. OK, we're a little uptight about this. We'll get over it, I am sure.

Anyway, we've been asked to install a web cam so some of our prospective partners can view us. I guess there is a truth in advertising thing here. Our pictures were well received, but more proof of the currency is required. OK. Fine. But Angie and I are going to do something fun that we will share soon in Cuckold Lexicon as well as with our friends in AFF. Who knows, Angie and I may give the others some thing to look forward to seeing for themselves?














photo by Ann M. Race