Rachael had to leave Thursday for a run of shows, but before she did we had a three-way text conversation about the state of things. That’s become tradition with us; if there’s something important to discuss involving this strange polyamory we inhabit we have a text conversation the next day while I’m at work. As I’ve mentioned before, my job affords me considerable time to screw around. It’s either insanely busy or utterly dead; there’s never any in between.
The main thrust of it: nobody is in a hurry to change anything. Rachael was planning to throw herself back into the dating world once Ed and I became an item but the reality so far was exactly one hookup and no dates. And it’s not as if a woman who looks like she does can’t have men eating out of her hand if she wants to. Naturally Ed is content; he’s pretty open-minded about sex and relationship possibilities and he’s also got what any man would think of as a nice situation here, I must say! What the two of them had been most concerned about was my feelings; they were worried that I would find Rachael's continued involvement to be an intrusion. On the contrary, I found that every time I considered the possibility of Rachael moving on to other relationships I felt a tightness in my stomach. I want her to be happy and if what she wants is a long-term relationship with a man she can see openly I hope she finds it… but the selfish part of me doesn’t want anything to change.
We decided to just relax, not rush, and let things happen naturally. Rachael is under no pressure to move on; both Ed and I are perfectly happy with the situation as it stands. She is of course free to do whatever with whomever whereas Ed and I are, at least for the moment, keeping all sexual activity within our little circle. I do know this: my path is clear. I’ve been in love with this man since I was in my mid-teens, and now that he is mine I mean to keep him. I am committed. I don’t care if we get married or just live together; I am his forever. We’re planning on a vasectomy reversal and a pregnancy late next year, and if that isn’t commitment then what is? My place is here.
Thursday evening passed pleasantly enough. I spent a little time working on music for the band, then about an hour helping Tammy with her painting. I’ve kind of neglected my art these past few weeks, but once the band has learned a full show of material I intend to jump on a few projects I’ve been planning. Ed played with Jeanette, who is going through a real Daddy’s girl phase at the moment.
After the two of them were in bed Ed and I went down to the basement and worked on some stuff together. I had some questions about some of the material, which Ed with his long experience in popular music was able to help me resolve. A little later we lay together in bed scrolling through this subreddit reading the stories, and replying to a few comments while we were at it. I found some of the stories arousing. I used to borrow Ed’s girlfriend’s erotic romance novels as a teen, and I still prefer written erotica to videos. We talked about that, and Ed told me about growing up in the late 80s and early 90s, and how internet porn just wasn’t available in those days. He told me about how dumpster porn was really a thing, and most of it was trashy books and magazines. He told me about swiping his dad’s Playboys, and going through his grandma’s romance novels to find the ones with good sex scenes. Videos just weren’t an option; he had a little TV in his room but the VCR was in the living room.
We talked about where we would go to masturbate as teens. Ed was sharing a bedroom so his favorite place was the bathroom. He’d lock himself in there after everyone was asleep, sometimes with a dirty book or magazine and sometimes with nothing but his imagination. He said he would sometimes spend hours in there, to the point at which his parents considered taking him to see a doctor because he was always so tired! I was an only child, so I would mostly do it in my bed at night. Even better, I had an attic bedroom and my parents were downstairs and at the opposite end of the house. I never really had to worry about being quiet, which is probably why I’m so vocal in bed. I never learned how to suppress it. I’ve noticed that Rachael, while quite noisy in bed most of the time, can keep it down when she has to. It’s hard for me.
One thing Ed and I have in common from our teenage years is outdoor masturbation. I was raised on a farm, and Ed’s grandma lived on the one his parents occupy now. He’d visit her during the summer, and he’d go on what he likes to refer to as “walks with benefits”. He told me that he lost his virginity at fifteen, but out on the farm during the summer there really wasn’t anybody to have sex with so he’d masturbate a lot. Me, I had secret hidey-holes all over the place where I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed.
Naturally, this conversation ended with the two of us watching each other masturbate. There’s been some mutual masturbation already, but this time we didn’t touch each other or anything like that. Just watched. I masturbated as I did when I was a teenager, with just a finger on my clitoris. Ed pushed himself right to the edge of orgasm several times and then backed off, waiting for me. He said he used to do that for hours in the bathroom at night, trying to make it last as long as possible. I told him when I was getting close, and he managed to time it so we came within seconds of each other.
I came home from work Friday to discover that Ed wasn’t feeling well. He wasn’t drastically sick;just a touch of a bug. Tammy had already gotten him some hot tea when she came home from school, and he was relaxing in his chair reading a book. I took the girls to the park, and then made dinner. He didn’t eat much. I spent the evening with the girls, and he went to bed when they did. The rest of the evening I spent painting. You know, I’m delighted to be living here now and love the constant companionship for the most part. But I’m also used to solitude, and miss it sometimes. Having a few hours to myself was nice, although I wish it wasn’t because Ed was sick.
Thankfully he was feeling better yesterday. His mom had asked to have the girls for the day, so we drove them out there and I visited with her while Ed helped his dad hang a new door. It’s best to keep the kids away from those two when they’re working on stuff together, because their conversation while doing so is WILDLY inappropriate! The little ones probably don’t need to hear an argument about who is hiding the tape measure up their ass, or how it fits alongside the gerbil that inhabits the space.
Ed and I were able to spend a nice day at home together after that. Sorry, folks: it wasn’t spent finding inventive new ways to have sex on top of the refrigerator! We spent a good chunk of time working on music for the band, we watched a movie, and we went for a walk when the rain let up for a little while. I did some painting while Ed shot a couple of new videos for his youtube channel. Somewhat predictably, the girls’ day with grandma turned into a sleepover at grandma’s house with their cousin; Ed has learned not to take them there for the day without an overnight bag. We cooked a nice dinner for two, then watched another movie. When we went to bed we made love with me on top.
It’s now early Sunday morning. Ed is out on a call (he’s a volunteer EMT), and I’m sitting here by myself drinking hot tea and just relaxing. Rachael’s due home in a few hours, and reports that she got “a little action” on the road. I can’t wait to hear the details...
Submitted September 17, 2017 at 06:03PM by YellowLioness http://ift.tt/2jzhLJI incest
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