My husband decided we were in an open relationship, but forgot to tell me. When he did tell me, it was touch and go as to whether the marriage would survive, but I like being married, so I went along. Now I have a few guys I have sex with when I want, usually how I want, things are going better.
To a point. I played a little scene for Dave, in our back garden, and the neighbors' son, Drew, saw us. And he's threatened to tell Dave I was cheating on him (when I really, really wasn't, he was being the sexy gardener) so I'd give him a blowie.
Despite what Drew said about it being a one-off, I knew that wasn't going to be the end of it.
Dave and I were just getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed with a text.
I picked it up and read the message. It was Drew. He still thinks I'm cheating on Dave with him, rather than I'm entertaining me and Dave with him.
Meet outside
"It's Drew," I told Dave, "he's outside the front door and wants me to come out."
"You should go," he said. "I can watch on the doorbell camera feed."
"I'm not turning on the light," I warned him.
"You don't need to," he said, "it's infra red. It'll be in black and white, but I'll see everything."
"Fine," I said, and grabbed my robe.
Bah, I'd been hoping we were going to make love, rather than me just get fucked... I'd even put on one of my sexy nighties.
I texted Drew "OK", then headed down.
I opened the door, and he was there, looking all buzzed and awake. As opposed to me, who'd been aiming to go to bed. I was even still in my nightie under my robe.
He started to talk, and I shushed him, closing the door quietly.
"We can't wake Dave," I whispered, and he looked up briefly, then back at me.
"I thought we were done," I whispered.