That's right, I blame Amazon. The enormous, omnipresent, really-aught-to-pay-its-taxes company. If it hadn't been for them, I could have probably kept being my perfectly reasonable, boring self. Good ol' Marie. Sugary and vanilla. Like a cupcake in human form. But, no, they had to go and have this series about people being in polyamorous relationships on their Prime service.
And it had to go and be...like...really heckin' hot. Or whatever.
Or whatever! Look, it's not like things were even bad between my husband Scott and I. Far from it! We had sex all the time! Not even in, like, a super regimented, robotic kind of way. A few times per week, the mood would strike, and we'd have perfectly great sex. It felt good, we were both into going down on each other. It was a good time. And we were doing the things! The extra things, on occasion. Every now and then we'd throw some butt stuff into the mix or he'd spank me or we'd bust out the handcuffs I got at my bachelorette party. All fun times.
Which is why, when I started watching that polyamory show, purely on a "huh, this looks interesting" kinda whim, I really didn't expect it to...affect me, the way that it did.
Look, I work from home as a freelance games writer, so I can basically have whatever trash I want on the TV while I'm working. My "office" (some might call it a desk) is set up in the living room, which makes casual binging pretty easy. Usually it's one of what Scott calls "my stories." My superhero shows that aren't, like...good or anything, but are fun. But the well had run dry! The new season wasn't going to come out for another couple of months. I was at the mercy of browsing for new shows. Like some kind of animal. And there it was. Interesting. An intellectual curiosity.
Not gonna lie...it...was a good time. I mean, it's TV, so of course the people are all good-looking and...they just really seemed to care about each other. I know that seems weird, as a thing to find super hot, but it really made the sex scenes even better. And...wow, yeah, those sex scenes. I don't actually know how the streaming service managed to get away with showing as much as they did, but they were...wow. The intimacy really shined through, and I find myself, admittedly, kind of...idly touching myself while I watched and attempted to work. Not much! Just a little pressure over the clothes. But, yeah, it had an affect.
By the time Scott came home from work, I was six episodes in, this Animal Crossing review hadn't gotten anywhere, and I was pretty fidgety in my seat.
"Hey, Marie" he called from the front door. My entire body clenched in excitement at the sound of his voice. He has a great voice. That's why I married him. That and his face. And his shoulders. And, probably most importantly, his butt. Like, seriously, I cannot get enough. But voice is in the top five, definitely.
"Hey," I replied, in an excited laugh, before jumping up out of my seat and kissing him right on his perfect, beautiful face. "How was your daaaaaay..." I asked, coyly running a finger along his chest.
He gave me a bemused smile and chuckled. "It was alright. You know, counting the days." Scott's work consisted of a hodgepodge of whatever retail jobs he could find. All of them part-time, of course, so they wouldn't have to give him benefits. He'd been rotating out a few different companies for the past few years, his latest a big box office supply chain that was going to get "killed by millenials" any minute now. It wasn't much, but between it and my freelance money, it kept us in a cute little one bedroom. Our "Shoebox" as he called it.
"What's got you all chipper?" he asked.
"Psht. What?" I replied without a hint of sincerity. "I'm just happy to see you. You're home from work...I have a pretty light day today..."
His eye caught a glimpse of the TV and his eyebrow raised. "...You've been watching porn."
I turned, and, yeah, just my luck, things were getting steamy on the show. It's not like I watched porn in the living room all the time. Normally I'd rather sit down with a nice story to get me hot and bothered anyway, and, frankly, Scott and I kept things frequent enough that I usually didn't have to take care of things myself. Luckily, his reaction was more amusement than shock and horror. Not that I'm surprised. We were each others' first serious relationships, but it's not like we were super sheltered or anything. So I felt comfortable enough sharing with him.
"It's not porn," I raised my chin high in mock defensiveness. "It's a very interesting documentary series about couples in non-monogamous relationships that examines the trials and tribulations of their every day lives."
I nodded my head, then smirked. "And, yeah, they do a lot of fuckin'. Wanna watch?"
He kissed me again, quickly this time, giving me a quick bite on the bottom lip. Just enough to make me shiver and giggle a little. "Yeah, sure," he replied. "Just let me put my stuff down and get out of my work clothes."
"Woo!" I replied, releasing him from my clutches and flopping down on the couch. Our cat, Bella, had been taking a nap there and wasn't amused by the sudden interruption.
"Shoo, get out of here. It's weird," I told her. With a squawk of disapproval, she ran off to sulk. Ah, our strange little family.
"Alright, so tell me about your porn show," Scott said as he walked back into the room. I took one look at him and turned, just a little bit, into a puddle there on the couch.
He was just...so damn beautiful. It was hard for him to see it sometimes. Both of us were on the large size, I being the larger of the two, and sometimes that made him feel a little self-conscious about himself. When I looked at him, though, I just saw this beautiful man. The way he carried himself, his shape, those gorgeous eyes, that slightly wicked smile, and even his cute belly! He was just the absolute hottest dang guy in the whole world to me. Days like today were rare, where he would just come out into the living room shirtless in just his jeans, but I suppose I'd made my intentions clear.
I scooted over to give him room on the couch. Once he sat down, I laid my head down in his lap. "It's not a porn show. These two couples, Josh and Katelyn there and Christina and Steven, they're all dating, and they've just decided to get an apartment all together. It's a big step for them."
He began to run his fingers through my bright red hair, and I felt his touch travel through every nerve ending in my body. I shivered, and my face started to feel flush. Which always happened to me. I don't wear subtle well when I'm excited.
"Cool, cool," he replied, looking at the screen, where the two couples had begun making out, each kissing one other paramour for a bit before switching to someone else. "So...wow, okay, they're really just going for it with each other."
"Yep," I replied, starting to run my hand along his inner thigh. "The two guys aren't a couple, sadly, but the ladies are dating each other, and it's pretty much a good time for everyone."
