I felt a flutter in my stomach as soon as we got a match. After years of talking about opening up our relationship, my husband and I finally took the big step of creating a profile on a poly dating site. Of course, there's a big step and then there's a BIG STEP. Matching with another couple? And possibly meeting with them? That's a BIG STEP.
Before I could fully process the emotions of potentially putting the theory of sleeping with other people into practice (and allowing my husband to do the same!), I got a new message notification.
Now, my husband, Adam, and I are pretty attractive. I don't know? 7's? 8's on a good day? Adam is tall, skinny, brown, thick hair, and glasses framing his dark brown eyes. Cute in a nerdy sort of way. I guess I'm sort of cute in a nerdy way too? But short, 5'4", blonde hair and blue eyes, curvy in the right places, also glasses, and I tend to go for jeans and a loose blouse rather than anything super girly or feminine.
Anyway, this couple? Super hot. Like, boring straight girl me might go gay for her, and he's even hotter. And they even had cute, alliterative names, James and Jess. J & J. They could even make their own vaccine, I thought, laughing to myself about my own dad joke.
He clearly works out, strong broad shoulders, strong jaw line and a confident gaze, rugged good looks, with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She was super feminine. Tall, dark hair, thin, sporty body, and with breasts that somehow appear to be a cup (maybe two) too large for her otherwise trim frame.
We exchanged a few messages, and they both seemed really cool and relaxed. They were experienced, and totally put us at ease about taking our time, and going at a pace we were both comfortable with.
After a bit of back and forth, and a nervous glass of wine between my husband and I to talk it over, we eagerly agreed to meet them up for "just a drink." We made a promise to each other that we would, at most, maybe make out with the other couple the first night. And only if the vibe was right and we were both comfortable, of course.
I'd normally wear jeans, but felt a weird pressure to "keep up" with his total hottie, so I wore a red, flowery summer dress instead. I also ditched my glasses for contacts. Yes, I had She's All That'ed myself.
We got to the cool, trendy downtown bar that they suggested early and sat in a corner booth, and waited. And waited. The nerves built, and we kept waiting. And just when we were ready to call or text them, they walked in the front door, confidently striding in, looking like a million bucks.
Of course she was wearing a dress that put mine to shame, a tight, form-fitting black dress with spaghetti straps. It was difficult for me not to gawk, and I know Adam was doing everything in his power not to drool while falling face first into her deep cleavage. My husband squeezed my hand under the table, sensing my sudden panic, whispering "relax babe, you look amazing."
Naturally, there was eye-candy for me as well: he was dressed in a sharp suit, his freshly pressed white button-up shirt open perhaps one button too many. I squeezed his hand back, smiling sweetly at his comparatively under-dressed jeans and a nice sweater.
They sat down, paid for the first round, and to my shock it ended up being really relaxing and fun! They were both cool, confident, considerate, funny, and of course, sexy as hell. Our nervous laughter soon became real laughter, and there was an undercurrent of sexual tension which was also giving the atmosphere an electric buzz.
We only agreed on one drink for our first date. We didn't want to feel pressured into doing anything we weren't comfortable with yet. But as we finished the first round, James suggested getting another. My husband and I looked nervously at each other, but before we could answer Jess stood up and grabbed my hand, "come on, let's dance a little while James gets us another round!"
I didn't really have a chance to say no! It was more of an order than a question! She practically pulled me out of my seat, towering over me, especially in her 3-inch heels, and onto the dance floor while The Killers "Somebody Told Me" played. I've never been into girls, but feeling this girl's body--no, this woman's body--against mine, in this charged atmosphere? Well, I couldn't believe how turned on I was.
We danced for a few songs, getting a little closer, a little more intimate with each one. I felt her soft, gorgeous body against mine, while feeling waves of excitement building throughout my body with each touch. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to be the focus of this gorgeous woman, seeing her bright green eyes looking lustily into mine, feeling her breasts rubbing against me, feeling her hands on my hips and occasionally on my ass. It was all happening so fast that I couldn't keep up, let alone have times to process these new, possibly bisexual feelings.
Suddenly, she leaned in--at first I thought she was going to kiss me, and I felt a strange disappointment when she didn't--and whispered "hey...is it ok if I made out with your husband a bit? Of course, it'd be cool if you kiss my boyfriend a bit in return..."
My heart was racing with about a million different feelings. I hesitated but responded, "J-just kissing? Right?"
She giggled, playfully slapping my shoulder, "of course! We know it's your first time...just wanted to leave you wanting more!" She winked at me, and I could feel myself blushing.
"OK" I said softly, just above a whisper.
She kissed my cheek, again, leaving me feeling weird about maybe wanting more? From her? The then whispered in my ear "But if you want to do more with James, you're totally allowed."
