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Not a bad way for a girl to wake up in the above shot.
A lot of people tend to group polyamory and swinging as being one and the same, even though the reality is much different. I mean, sure, both practices involve consensual non-monogamy, but aside from that, they really diverge.
In swinging, you have one or both partners sleeping with other people with their significant other’s full knowledge. Or at least approval, in the case of swingers where one of the partners doesn’t want to know (or doesn’t get know) what the other is doing. But the sex is recreational and without commitment. It’s for the couples who crave a certain variety in their sex lives, or who enjoy watching, being watched, threesomes, foursomes, bigger groups, etc. There may also be some low-level amount of dating, but sex involving others is at least the main event in swinging, if not the only event.
By contrast, polyamory also typically involves sex with others, but the focus is on having additional relationships with other people on an emotional level. Any sex is really more of a byproduct of being in a relationship, not the sole/primary purpose of the relationship. The connections sought after are much more personal, deeper. It isn’t being done as a recreational activity.
To me, despite any similarities, you can’t really compare the two much more than you could compare a long-term romantic relationship with the one-night stand you had with that guy whose name you don’t entirely remember.
I can remember when I first heard of polyamory. I hadn’t come around to the realization that threesomes with two guys was something I actually wanted all that long before then, but still, the idea seemed so… taboo. Like, MFMs happened and they happened WAY more than portrayed in the media, but the idea of three or more people all being in a group-type of relationship still hadn’t even crossed my mind as being a real thing.
The idea really turned me on. It still does, actually. Picturing being in a committed, ongoing, consensual, and closed relationship with two or three men who are only dating me and all at the same time makes me horny every time I think about it, without fail. And my husband I talked about it to some degree after we got engaged. Our schedules didn’t quite match up and he kept telling me that I should have a daytime boyfriend and a nighttime fiance. Which sounded amazing.
And I did see some other guys during that time period while I was off and my husband was at work. And that was great and a lot of fun for both of us. But it was never in a way that more closely resembled polyamory over swinging.
The reality for both of us, though, is that neither one of us is all that cut out for polyamory. Truthfully, I don’t want the extra relationships and I think the reality of polyamory is that I couldn’t juggle the needs and demands that multiple partners would make of me. I wouldn’t be able to give enough, emotionally, to more than just my husband and I would always be wanting more, emotionally from them. The appeal, when I think of polyamory, isn’t the deeper connection with multiple guys – it’s the sex. I just want the below – a woman with two guys, engaging in the fun, flirty side of sexuality.
The jealousy is another side of polyamory that I think I would struggle with. There was some video on snapchat that my husband and I watched together a while back that was just about two couples that met and then made a quad, so both men exclusively dating both women (and vice versa). And that idea is appealing in a way (although not as much as one woman exclusively dating three men), but I know the jealousy would get the better of me, regardless of whether the men are dating other women or not. I mean, maybe I’m wrong and it would work out perfectly, but I just can’t picture it for myself.
Obviously, everyone is different and what works for one person/couple may not work for another.
2020 just keeps getting more and more unpleasant for my family and I as the year goes on. As a result, I haven’t had as much of a chance to finish the writing projects I’ve been working on or to pay as much attention to the ones I’ve already published as I’d like.
But, for some good news, the E-Book of On His Orders: Entertaining Three will be free on Amazon from October 8 – 12. I would love to see this downloaded and to get a few reviews.
The second part of the On His Orders series is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. The second part of our story fast forwards a couple of years and sees our main character dutifully taking on three men at her husband’s direction. A preview is below:
“Perhaps we can finish one more challenge before we get to the room?” my husband asked. “Maybe if you both work together to give her an orgasm on our way, she’ll forgive us all. What do you think, hun?”
I shrugged my shoulders before pressing the call button for the elevator and stayed looking ahead. “I suppose they could try,” I replied to my husband. “But they don’t have much time. The elevators are slow, but I don’t think they’re up for it.”
I knew they could do it. I was so close to cumming back in the bar that I was frustrated that I had to hold it back. Public sex always made me cum fast.
The doors opened and we stepped in. No one else joined us and Nathan and Matt quickly positioned themselves on either side of me. With my husband standing two feet away, both Nathan and Matt ducked their heads down and began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and could feel four hands on my body. Matt had a hand inside the front of my dress and was playing with a nipple. His other hand slid down the back of my dress until it reached the bottom before connecting with my skin once more. I could feel his hand slide up swiftly until he reached my ass, the tips of his fingers sliding into my very wet pussy from behind.
At the same time, one of Nathan’s hands pressed into the small of my back while the other slid up the front of my dress and started massaging my clit. The dual attention and the change in elevation from the elevator ride caused me to get light-headed and my head to spin; I doubt I could have stayed standing if it weren’t for the two men holding me up. I was so close to cumming when the elevator bell sounded out to let us know we had reached our floor that it was all I could do to hold back my orgasm in case someone was waiting to get on.
The guys removed their hands and mouths from my body just as the doors were starting to open, leaving me to hastily and unsuccessfully attempt to pull my dress down. When the doors opened, we saw that no one was there. “Lucky for you three,” said my husband. “Looks like you still have some time to finish that challenge.”
My husband stood in the elevator doorway, holding the door open and keeping it from traveling to a different floor, but also keeping us in view of the hallway lining the rooms. Nathan and Matt wasted little time in returning to their previous position. I continued right where I left off, feeling myself reach the point of no return within seconds. I stuck my arm out, blindly feeling for my husband’s body and pulling him towards me. I kissed him deeply for several seconds as my orgasm built throughout my body, breaking away from him when I could no longer focus on his lips.
A countdown deal for On His Orders: Faithfully Unfaithful is set to run from August 14 – 21. It’s priced at 99 cents for the week, so please, take advantage of the sale and leave a review.
It was technically available last Friday if you wanted to order the paperback. But the pre-order period is now complete and you can read the full e-book starting today!
Personally, I prefer physical books over e-books. It obviously costs a little bit more, but still. It just feels better to read from an actual book. Plus, I’m very proud of the work I did in putting the physical book together, even if the author’s commission is less for the paperback. I’m happy with Hooky, too, but I learned a lot and I think I put together a better looking product with On His Orders.
“Come over after class today.” His text was the first thing I saw when I woke up that morning. “I promised I’d deliver. I have your first duty as a slutwife.”
“Are you ready for your first instruction?” he asked me.
It finally felt completely real. My heart raced, beating as though it were up in my throat once more. I knew I was nervous, but I was more excited than anything. It was an absolute dream to have a sexy boyfriend who wanted his hobby to be finding me sexy men to fuck in front of him. I licked my lips to respond but found words to be elusive and merely nodded my head instead.
“Good,” he said. “Get naked.”
I paused briefly and my heart seemed to beat even harder. I’m not a natural exhibitionist and no guy had ever seen me naked before seeing me with clothes on. “Seriously?” I asked.
“Yes. And quickly!” He managed to both scowl and smirk at the same time at my disobedience.
“Are you sure you’re into this? If you’re going to do what you’re told, you don’t have much time,” he told me after watching my initial hesitation.
I knew I was into this and wanted to do it right. Without thinking any more, I peeled my tank top over my head and unhooked my bra. I slid both my sweatpants and panties off at the same time in one swift motion, completing the transition from fully clothed to completely naked in less than ten seconds. I had been naked in his living room many times, but as I waited for the arrival of a complete stranger, I had never felt so exposed.
“Good girl. You do want that second dick,” he said.
He was right. I hadn’t fucked another guy since meeting my boyfriend five months ago and I had been going stir-crazy over it for several weeks already.
“We’re going to stay in the living room today. Put your clothes in your backpack and then put your backpack in the bedroom closet. Close all the doors on your way back – I want you as far away from your clothes as possible.”
I didn’t hesitate this time and it felt astonishingly freeing. I hurriedly stuffed my clothes tightly into my bag and zipped it shut before bringing it down the hall and into his bedroom. The closet door was waiting open for me and I wasted no time in shutting my bag inside. I shut his bedroom door behind me and got back to the living room as quickly as I could. I practically ran on my way to and back from his bedroom, his earlier admonishment that I didn’t have much time ringing in my ears the entire way.
I stood next to my boyfriend and eagerly waited in silence. We were both so still and quiet that I imagined I could hear my heartbeat, the sound of its rhythmic pounding punctuated over the sound of my nervous breathing. But it only took a few seconds before I heard a light knocking at the front door. I didn’t even see my boyfriend buzz our guest into the building.
The sound of Josh’s knuckles connecting with the only thing separating my naked body from the eyes and hands of a complete stranger echoed around in my head as if it were trapped there, increasing in volume and intensity every time it seemed to rattle back through the silence of my thoughts. His knocking was my first concrete indication that Josh was real. Until then, becoming a slutwife was little more than a fun fantasy.
I looked to my boyfriend, who merely nodded in my direction before looking towards the door. He didn’t speak, but we both knew what I was expected to do.
My heart was still beating as hard as ever, though now it was due at least as much to nerves as to excitement. I walked very carefully to the front door, stepping lightly as though afraid to make any noise. The room felt like it was beginning to spin, and I moved slowly, like I was trying to walk under water. When I finally reached the front door, I paused and took a deep breath, knowing that fantasy would be replaced by reality the second I opened the door.
As I reached for the handle, my boyfriend’s voice called out, quietly giving me one further instruction.
“Pull the door all the way open. Don’t just open it up a crack.”
I looked down at my naked body, in awe of what I was about to do. I had woken up that day thinking it was going to be a regular day just like any other. It was astounding how quickly things had changed.
I knew I couldn’t wait for long before opening the door, though. If I did, I was afraid I would lose my nerve entirely. Taking one more quick, deep breath, I steadied myself and turned the door handle before pulling the door all the way open.
Most of my new posts are going to be posted here: http://aliciastillsauthor.blogspot.com/. I’ll still update this one, but probably not quite as consistently
I’m going to leave this blog up, but I’m planning on adding some of the posts here to the new blog. New posts will also go to the new blog home.
Pornography can be subjected to different interpretations, but I’ve always generally considered works of art, particularly those with any kind of cultural significance, to just be art.
Not so on WordPress, I guess.
Rest assured, the two statue figures on the ends are wearing underwear and merely shaking hands while a third practices limbo skills in between them.
Unfortunately, I had to simply remove an image of ancient stone carvings found on a temple because the picture had a no derivatives license.
Oh well. It is what it is, I guess, but I’m still shocked that ancient stone carvings on ruins/temples are somehow over the line here.
And find pictures for cover images for books? For free or cheap, that is. Obviously, if you are willing to pay good money, you have more options. Of course I understand that the more you put into something, the larger the potential return, but I’m really looking to not spend money unless I know writing will take off in any meaningful way.
I haven’t figured out the whole advertising thing quite yet and finding usable images is still somewhat of a challenge. I guess my bigger concern is figuring out where/how to advertise. DeviantArt didn’t pan out. Various other book promotion sites and tools have resulted in minimal additional traffic. I don’t see how Instagram is all that usable when the medium is writing. I’ve thought about Twitter, but I’m not familiar with it at all and it makes the least amount of sense to me when I try to navigate it. I suppose I could always learn if that’s the best place to be
Anyway, this is all new to me still and I’m struggling a little, so I figure it can’t hurt to at least ask the WordPress universe.