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The Time We Turned Down A “Sure Thing”

September 10th, 2018 Leave a comment Go to comments

It seemed too good to be true.

We were both into a woman who was just as into me as she was M1.

That NEVER happens.

Generally speaking, when we dip our toes into the shallow end of the extramarital relationship/sex pool, I am simply an obstacle to get around to the women we meet. It’s at least half the reason we stopped looking.

If the only people who are interested in Master are women who are hoping to outdo me in some way (and, in many cases, push me out of the relationship completely), then what’s the point? A polyamorous relationship is not a competition. Nobody wins when the people involved treat it as such.

I mean, I get it. Guys like him are one in a million. These women watch him interact with me and see how awesome he is, and how awesome our relationship is, and they want that, too.

Where I start to have trouble is the part where they think that if they’re going to have with him what I have with him, then they have to get rid of me, or be better than me somehow. That doesn’t make any sense. First of all, we’re different people, so of course their relationship with him is going to be different. But the whole point of full out polyamory is loving freely, not dog-earing parts of your love for each person.

But this woman we met wasn’t doing that. She was in a relationship of her own, and she mostly just wanted to play. To experience a taste of life as a slave.

Which was fine with us. We were all pretty different people with extremely different interests, so something long term probably wouldn’t have worked even if she were single and looking to be part of a triad.

Plus, she had some weird ideas for a person who wanted a taste of slave life. To me, it seemed like it was literally all about her. She wanted what she wanted when she wanted it and nothing else would be acceptable. M says she never said that, but there were some things that she did say that made it feel that way.

Besides that, we weren’t sure we even wanted something long term, at that point. We had only gotten as far as deciding, unequivocally, to find a local woman to play with.

So when we found this woman wholly by accident, and she seemed (mostly) perfect for what we were looking for, we were really excited. But if it seems too good to be true, it usually is.

This case was no different. There was a catch. Her boyfriend would never agree to her playing with M, so he could never know.

We all know how I feel about cheating, but this wasn’t my decision to make. I’m the slave. And ultimately, though I would have been complicit, she wouldn’t have been cheating with me. Her boyfriend knew about and was okay with me.

In times like these, I try really hard to mind my own business. Master knows how I feel about aiding and abetting cheating. He doesn’t have to ask. But when he does, I do my very best to frame it in a way that won’t influence his decision.

I say something to the effect of, “you should do what you think is right,” a lot. A LOT.

I did have a minor freak out during our interactions with this woman, but honestly, I think it was just nerves. It had been a really long time since I’d had to share him, and I had been a right spoiled brat at some points during that hiatus. It wouldn’t be a long jump to the conclusion that Master was looking for a better slave.

Except he wasn’t. He doesn’t dwell on the past. We had moved forward, and I was kicking ass at it. It was a rare week that he wasn’t marveling at how far I’d come. Which is part of why we were dipping our toes into the shallow end of the polyamory pool again.

We made plans to meet up with the woman. Master talked to her about it all that week. But as time got closer, he started to get fidgety. He’d start to talk about it with me, and no matter how many times we went round, he always came back to, “If you did something like this to me, I’d lose it. What are we doing?”

I was on my period and got really sick the day we were supposed to meet, so Master cancelled with the intention to reschedule when I was feeling better. And then, while we were taking a walk to see if the fresh air helped, we talked about it some more.

Finally, he said, “I’m gonna call it off. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t even know this guy. She says he’s great, he just doesn’t play with her like she wants. That’s not cool. I’d be destroyed if you did something like this to me.”

And that was that. When we got home, he let her know.

I don’t know what we were expecting. Like, we weren’t expecting her to fall apart, or anything. It was just kinky sex. But we certainly weren’t expecting her response, which was, “If it’s not you, I’ll just find someone else.”

That response was ringing in M’s ears when he turned to me and asked, “Am I stupid for turning down a sure thing? I mean, that never happens to us.”

I smiled. Then I hugged him. “Nope. Not stupid.”

Sometimes, turning down a sure thing is the right thing to do.

1. This happened years ago. We no longer have any contact with this woman. If she sees this and is offended by facts, all I can say is you read my blog for years before we met. You knew who I was when you met me.

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  1. Mark Mitchell
    September 11th, 2018 at 04:46 | #1

    lovely read!

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