“Whatever” seems necessary…

I had recently injured myself so was working in the office instead of outside landscaping. The two of us texted back and forth from the moment we woke until we fell into bed.

After roughly a week, I asked her what her knowledge and understanding of polyamory was. To my surprise, she was WELL aware as she herself was polyamorous but single and solo. This quickly turned into an introduction to my wife ‘J’. The two of them hit it off even better than I had. Before I knew it we were planning a first date. A sweet evening overlooking the city with some wine and talking about our vanilla pre-polyamorous lives. The tension was electric. The few silences were filled with long stares waiting for someone to make the first move. A very romantic evening, to say the least. After a couple hours or so, it began getting cold and we decided we should make the move back to the car.

Back at the car, B asked if we would like to keep hanging out somewhere warmer and keep chatting “or whatever”. I knew this line, I had used it myself before. This was where the tension got too much and she threw herself at me. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. When we finally came up for air, she quickly apologised to J, who was clearly more turned on by the kiss than either of us had expected. J was visibly flustered and very fond of chatting somewhere warmer but mostly the “or whatever”.

A short drive later and we were at her place. I opened another bottle of wine and poured the three of us a glass each. When I entered the room it seemed no one was interested in the wine but very interested in “whatever”. The two of them had undressed one another and were “getting to know one another” or at least tasting one another’s tonsils? I quickly assumed a position behind B. Somewhere I could see and feel everything, especially the orgasmic shudders.

B asked J if she could “taste her” while I took up prime position behind her. The tension had grown so much at this point that neither J nor B took too long before we were reaching for towels. Having only just warmed myself up, both J and B took turns pleasuring me orally while I had my own “just desserts” with each of them.

All of this back and forth went on for the next 30-45 minutes and a fully used towel before B begged me to finish inside her. The two of them watched my face intently as I erupted, shudder after shudder. A few extremely cute moments and kisses later, we were all cleaned up and dressed.

B begged us to stay the night but we had our small ones back home. We made plans to continue meeting for “whatever” as often as humanly possible for the foreseeable future, everyone was VERY onboard with this. However, plans happened a hell of a lot quicker, but that’s a story for another day… or whatever.