Poly Perfect. Confession #186

Exactly one week ago I had lunch with Tyler, my high-school boyfriend.

I had not spoken to him or seen him since September 14, 1996 - my wedding day.

So, last Monday we met at a restaurant, sat down and gave each other the once over. He looked good. He thought I did, too. We ordered drinks and food and got down to the business of catching up. It didn't take long. Within about 10 minutes we were laughing like the old friends we are. 

And about an hour later we were off, heading down the street to a seedy pool hall with a killer jukebox. We listened to old Devo, Rage Against the Machine and The Sex Pistols as we bantered back and forth across the pool table, taking turns winning games. He told me I was hot. I told him I had missed him more than I knew.

The rest of the day was spent milling about. I took him over to my sister's house where he reconnected with my whole family and played soccer with my daughter in the front yard. Then, with grandma procured as a babysitter, Tyler and I took off for the night. For the whole night. I didn't give a shit what my mother or either of my sisters thought about that. Perhaps I should have, but I didn't. 

Besides, the plan was for Tyler to take me back to my sister's to crash that night. Later we decided that it was actually easier if I stayed at Tyler's. On his couch. That was the plan, anyway.

Yes, Tyler knew about my open relationship with Hubby. But, he initially didn't want to interfere. But, time spent having fun and reconnecting with an old flame, coupled with tequila, can make for a quick and drastic change of heart. And so it was. We went home and fucked in Tyler's bed. It was fun! And very much like old times.

But, by midnight my phone started ringing. My mother, my sister and Hubby (who was 3 hours away) were all wondering where the fuck Sadie was? I had lost all track of time and they were a little worried. Hubby wasn't too happy that I had decided to sleep at Tyler's because we hadn't agreed upon it in advance. My bad!

But, neither of us were in a position to go anywhere by then, so at Tyler's is where I stayed, after placating my family of course. And the next morning, we woke up horny and hungry and ready to fuck again. And this time it was even better. Sweeter. Gentler. And even more like old times. 

And when it was time for me to go, we were both a little sad. All of those feelings that we had for each other so long ago had returned. We were 18 again and feeling the love. I suppose it will never go away. Once upon a time, maybe not that long ago, those feelings would have completely frightened me. I believe to some extent, that it scares Tyler a little. But, now I am aware that I have the capacity to love many different people. If there is anything I have learned in having an open relationship it is this. That is not to say that I love everyone I fuck. Quite the contrary. But, I know that occasionally, such as circumstances like this, some extra-sweet feelings will seep into my heart and into my consciousness and catch me off guard. 

Kind of like what happened with Charles.

Luckily, as I now know, it doesn't (and won't) detract how I feel about my truest and purest love, Hubby.

This, my friends, is polyamory in action.