I was sitting in my office on one of those unseasonable warm days in mid-spring, but the sun and the warmer temps outside had transformed my office into somewhat of a sweatbox. I had my fan on, but it was really not helping all that much. Suffice it to say, I really had no big ambition to wander away from my desk. I found myself passing the time by scrolling through my Facebook wall to see what kinds of things were going on in all of the freak groups I am a member of, when my lovely wife popped up on messenger. “Hey babe, do you have a minute to talk on the phone?”

“Of course,” I typed back, then got up to close my office door.

We do not often talk on the phone, because I work in a prison and all calls can be monitored, and while I Am not ashamed of the relationship my wife and I have, nor the way we choose to live, I just don’t really feel like the entire facility knowing that (although it might be a way to get some interest for the both of us). The phone began ringing before I had even gotten back to my desk, and I answered with my standard greeting, because one never knows who it might actually be (wouldn’t caller ID be great?). It was indeed my wife and she sounded a little out of breath like she was rushing around doing something,

“Hey Baby, how is your day going?”

“It is going slow I replied, what’s up?” I replied, still wondering why we needed to have a phone call.

“Jay messaged and asked if I would like to go out with him, as he wound up with the day off, and I decided I would like to go”.

There is this sudden pang of almost jealousy that hits me and my heart almost instantly increases its rate and strength. For me, our non-monogamy works this way in certain dynamics. I consider myself a polyamorous Stag meaning two things: I believe people are capable of having more than one loving relationship, and I love sharing my wife with other men. We have lived this way for 7 years now, and we have decided that we do prefer to play separately. There are many reasons we came to that conclusion, and none of them is that we do not love each other or our own sex life is lacking. But those are also not important for this story.

The truth of the matter on this particular day is, I was shocked. While she has been free to date outside our relationship for years, she has never really pursued it, so a lot of different feelings and thoughts kind of flooded my brain, but I kinds of squashed them down and remembered that this aspect of the lifestyle was something I wanted. In fact, I have been pushing her to do it for a long time.

“Absolutely” I replied, feeling genuinely excited for her. For the best thing about Polyamory is the compersion that comes from these kinds of talks. This newer relationship she had embarked on with Jay had begun when she finally got on a dating site (which I may have been urging or pushing for her to do.

“Thanks, Baby” she said and followed with a quick “I will call you later before I come home”.

We both said I love you and got off the phone. I thought to myself how interesting this was. I knew she had been chatting with Jay, but I did not know it had gotten to a point that a date was so close (I certainly hoped) so I did feel a bit blindsided. I also felt incredibly aroused.

Ever since we entered non-monogamy as swingers, we have always had this ritual of having incredible sex when we end the night, what some call reclaiming. In our case, we certainly get the sexual gratification from it, but it is not really “reclaiming” as neither of us feels like we own each other, but there is this… I guess breaking of taboos part of our experiences that simply turns us on so much. I have this kink about going down on her after she has been with someone else that we both find so very sexy, but I am getting ahead of myself, as I had no real idea of what this date entailed, and whether sex was even on the table. As far as I know they have not really talked about it, but I did know that she was definitely interested in him, and that excited me, but I also considered it their relationship to manage, so I was not asking questions. I will not lie and say I hoped they would, because it meant I would spend the whole day imagining that, scared and extremely turned on. I could already feel my cock begin to strain against my pants sitting here at my office desk.

The remainder of the workday passed in a haze of impure thoughts and consideration of impure actions, but I did manage to maintain my cool somewhat (I did not charge off to the executive bathroom to masturbate like a wind-up penis). I wanted to save every bit of sexual energy for when she got home, which It occurred to me we had not discussed. When I left work, I was surprised that she called me while I was driving home, which was kind of our routine.

“Hey punkin”, I said when I answered it (I will not lie my heart was a little in my throat, but my cock was also stirring instantly). “What’s up?”

“Would you mind picking yourself up something tonight? We spent the last few hours at Starbucks drinking coffee and talking, and right now I am not all that hungry. Also, Jay invited me to come back to his house to continue talking and maybe watch a movie he was telling me about.”

“No, I don’t mind I will just grab some Arby’s and go home and play my game.” In my brain, I already knew sex would be happening for them. Nobody goes over to someone’s house after a date to watch TV, do they? I wondered if she was being deliberately naïve, or if she knew it was happening. I suppose just outright saying so would have made it feel less spontaneous for her and perhaps ruin any of the surprise for me.

Again, we said I love you and hung up the phone, as she arrived at his house. This was at about 4:30 in the afternoon, and I went from there to get dinner, then home to my living room planning to play my game, but my mind was not all in it, as I just continued running every scenario over in my head all of the different ways they might be having sex.

(To be continued)