It occurred to me, late last month, that somewhere along the line Malcolm and I were no longer just a couple. For those that read my blog about my times with Ian, I'm sure you could sense that it was way more than just a casual good time. So could Malcolm, which was why he had an issue with the very first blog. He knew that Ian was someone I could relate to and heartily enjoy on so many levels, and that first blog struck him hard because it was the first time the object of my literary adoration wasn't him. However, after talking to him at length, we decided that Ian was someone that both of us adored, albeit in different ways. And our relationship with Ian, collectively, has grown closer over the last couple of months.
Granted that alot of Malcolm's relationship with Ian is vicariously thru me, as he doesn't have as much free time to dilly dally chatting with him as I do. Ian has been there for me to while away the lonely days when both child and lover were gone doing their own things, and I was home trying to dodge housework. He was there to chat and joke with me, to call me up and talk, maybe phone sex a little, and plan on some together time. Ian's obvious respect for Malcolm is always present, though, and the two men have their own bond that I witnessed aboard the cruise. Malcolm genuinely likes Ian, and thinks him an able, competent, and demented friend. Someone who can literally match him freak for freak, and not get bent out of shape about too much. Malcolm's tastes run to the extreme in many things, and he's found a willing cohort to help him pull off his kink, much to my delight or chagrin, depending on what they've plotted on. I love watching them together, knowing that they are both sexual powerhouses. Knowing they are both the envy of women that see them. Knowing that they are both mine. Yes, I'm a greedy girl, and my need to have them both knows no boundaries.
Malcolm and I would not be averse to living with Ian, to cementing the relationship into a genuine "trouplehood". We've joked and chatted about it as we lay basking in the afterglow of sex. However, since Malcolm and I can't even get OURSELVES living together at this point, moving Ian up here seems a distant dream. Not that he'd come anyway....he feels the north is just, well, too far north for him. LOL. And then there is the matter of our children to worry about, but it's only in theory right now. And a wonderful warm theory it is. Watching them together on the cruise was a joy. I saw Malcolm unconsciously look for Ian and go in search of him when he wasn't within sight. I saw the camaraderie, the male bonding, and the way they can both look at me and know....and both chuckle and plot. I love the way Malcolm loves to function in a sexual capacity with Ian as his right hand, the way they take on a woman together and virtually destroy her with pleasure. I love their easy way with each other, and the way they look standing next to one another...one so dark and the other so fair, but both of them stunning in their looks. And if I love watching them together with other women, it's nothing compared to how I love being together with both of them. We are a complete circle, and I've never felt happier. The only thing that could make me happier would be to sleep curled around both of them, well, only if I had a giant air conditioner blowing the steam off of my two radiators. LOLOL. To be a big puppy pile with them both, Ecstasy.
Recently, I committed a faux pas in this odd relationship. Here's the story, and I'm sticking to it. LOL....
I've been involved in a second Swinger's group, helping this group grow and organize. Originally I was to attend the September party to observe and report on it, and to lend a hand in making it a smash. When one of the hosts couldn't attend, I was asked to step up and be the host of the party, which I accepted readily. I didn't want to attend stag, and originally, I was most likely going to be the only big girl attending. Malcolm and I had previously attended a group just like this and I knew he wouldn't want to attend with me because he likes BIG girls, and I do mean Big. Not chunky, not thick...BIG. That particular party, although it was a good time socially, didn't stimulate him one iota sexually. PLUS, he'd already agreed to escort me to my 20th high school reunion the weekend before. With the kids, it's virtually impossible to attend back to back events, so I had to make a choice. I chose my reunion for 1000 reasons, all to be dissected in my yahoo blogs. LOL. So, that left Ian to ask, yet Ian had made it abundantly clear at the Braintree Party that big parties weren't his thing, and that he didn't want to be at a party with a bunch of skinny chicks either. So I didn't ask him. I went down the mental list of Malcolm approved men and picked Devin.
Why Devin? Phffff, I've been asked that a million times. But I really did have solid reasons. I've known Devin awhile, actually met him before I met Malcolm. Devin tends to the hyper side of life, and has a great biting sense of sarcastic humor. Sometimes he drives me insane. Malcolm calls him the Atomic Chihuahua because sometimes he gets on a roll about something and he just starts to dig in like a manic ankle biter. But he's so damn cute you can't stay mad at him. Malcolm thinks of him like a little brother, and I've had great times with Devin, and not so great, depending on his moods. He's incredibly blunt and to the point, just like me...so sometimes we clash. But in the end we've remained close friends, and I trust him to do a great job. What's nice about Devin is that he likes all kinds of women. Short, fat, tall, skinny....as long as they pay homage to his fabulousness, he loves them all. LOL, I exaggerate of course, but he does love to be in the center of attention. And who's to blame him? He's got looks, and a big cock. He's a skillful lover, and he knows it. But underneath that is a young man that is vivacious, personable, has an easy way with lots of people, and loves to socialize, in addition to being very nice eye candy. It seemed a win-win for this party. Until the cruise...
We talked up the new group to my attendees on the cruise, and in doing so achieved a phenomenal crossover of membership....upwards of 40 of my members also joined this group. To some extent there was some confusion as well. Many of the members thought that I also owned this second group as I am the vocal one of the triad of couples that mediate it. I recruit, and since I was also hosting, I can see where that assumption would have been made. However, in the flurry of activity following the cruise, Ian suddenly found within himself a new love of these larger parties. However, since I'd already secured a date, he found himself asking the young lady he'd hit it off with at the cruise afterparty. And to his credit, I whole heartily agreed with his choice. She's a fantastic girl, and I'm glad he found good company since my duties as hostess will keep me running most of the night. Malcolm, too, suddenly found himself wondering why he wasn't going to be attending, since most of the girls and ladies he likes from our group will be there. I had to explain myself again, until he understood what had occurred, and remembered about the reunion. He's still chewing the whole thing over in his mind.
Meanwhile, I had to introduce my "date" to the group. Why? Well, first off, he's going to be a co host of sorts with me. Next, I didn't want people speculating why I wasn't with Malcolm or Ian, I wanted it sorted out beforehand. And lastly, I wanted to pimp Devin out a little bit, and build the excitement over him. I know he seems awfully forthright, but really, I see a lot of insecurity hiding underneath all his bravado. Handsome or not, he's just as worried as the rest of us that he'll attend a party and nobody will like him. I want to make sure he's the belle of the ball same as Ian was at the last one. Plus, my boytoys have become legendary in their own right.
And therein lies the faux pas. I introduced Devin as Boytoy #2. And really....Ian had an issue with it. What's more, Malcolm agreed with Ian. I'm an idiot for not realizing that this was something more important and not to be fucked with. Perhaps I don't let Ian know what I feel for him enough. Maybe he feels his position is tenuous. I'm not sure, but the reality is that he's so much more than a boytoy to me. Devin is a friend, and a fuckbuddy, maybe. But Ian....no, he's much deeper than that. Ian knows how to make me cry. Ian knows how to make me scream. Ian knows how to make me love. So I've decided to write this so that he knows with all his heart and mind that nobody could ever replace him in my life. I'm so thankful for the day that Malcolm brought him into our lives because he makes everything even more amazing. Malcolm is the great love of my life, and as such it is my honor and privilege to share my life with him without reserve. I'm so happy, inside and out, that the person he chose to be our third, to complete our trouple was Ian. The only thing more I could wish for is for more, closer, sooner, together. Ian, I'm sorry. I love you, Malcolm loves you, and nobody can take your place in our lives. I'm crying now, will you come and comfort me?
Granted that alot of Malcolm's relationship with Ian is vicariously thru me, as he doesn't have as much free time to dilly dally chatting with him as I do. Ian has been there for me to while away the lonely days when both child and lover were gone doing their own things, and I was home trying to dodge housework. He was there to chat and joke with me, to call me up and talk, maybe phone sex a little, and plan on some together time. Ian's obvious respect for Malcolm is always present, though, and the two men have their own bond that I witnessed aboard the cruise. Malcolm genuinely likes Ian, and thinks him an able, competent, and demented friend. Someone who can literally match him freak for freak, and not get bent out of shape about too much. Malcolm's tastes run to the extreme in many things, and he's found a willing cohort to help him pull off his kink, much to my delight or chagrin, depending on what they've plotted on. I love watching them together, knowing that they are both sexual powerhouses. Knowing they are both the envy of women that see them. Knowing that they are both mine. Yes, I'm a greedy girl, and my need to have them both knows no boundaries.
Malcolm and I would not be averse to living with Ian, to cementing the relationship into a genuine "trouplehood". We've joked and chatted about it as we lay basking in the afterglow of sex. However, since Malcolm and I can't even get OURSELVES living together at this point, moving Ian up here seems a distant dream. Not that he'd come anyway....he feels the north is just, well, too far north for him. LOL. And then there is the matter of our children to worry about, but it's only in theory right now. And a wonderful warm theory it is. Watching them together on the cruise was a joy. I saw Malcolm unconsciously look for Ian and go in search of him when he wasn't within sight. I saw the camaraderie, the male bonding, and the way they can both look at me and know....and both chuckle and plot. I love the way Malcolm loves to function in a sexual capacity with Ian as his right hand, the way they take on a woman together and virtually destroy her with pleasure. I love their easy way with each other, and the way they look standing next to one another...one so dark and the other so fair, but both of them stunning in their looks. And if I love watching them together with other women, it's nothing compared to how I love being together with both of them. We are a complete circle, and I've never felt happier. The only thing that could make me happier would be to sleep curled around both of them, well, only if I had a giant air conditioner blowing the steam off of my two radiators. LOLOL. To be a big puppy pile with them both, Ecstasy.
Recently, I committed a faux pas in this odd relationship. Here's the story, and I'm sticking to it. LOL....
I've been involved in a second Swinger's group, helping this group grow and organize. Originally I was to attend the September party to observe and report on it, and to lend a hand in making it a smash. When one of the hosts couldn't attend, I was asked to step up and be the host of the party, which I accepted readily. I didn't want to attend stag, and originally, I was most likely going to be the only big girl attending. Malcolm and I had previously attended a group just like this and I knew he wouldn't want to attend with me because he likes BIG girls, and I do mean Big. Not chunky, not thick...BIG. That particular party, although it was a good time socially, didn't stimulate him one iota sexually. PLUS, he'd already agreed to escort me to my 20th high school reunion the weekend before. With the kids, it's virtually impossible to attend back to back events, so I had to make a choice. I chose my reunion for 1000 reasons, all to be dissected in my yahoo blogs. LOL. So, that left Ian to ask, yet Ian had made it abundantly clear at the Braintree Party that big parties weren't his thing, and that he didn't want to be at a party with a bunch of skinny chicks either. So I didn't ask him. I went down the mental list of Malcolm approved men and picked Devin.
Why Devin? Phffff, I've been asked that a million times. But I really did have solid reasons. I've known Devin awhile, actually met him before I met Malcolm. Devin tends to the hyper side of life, and has a great biting sense of sarcastic humor. Sometimes he drives me insane. Malcolm calls him the Atomic Chihuahua because sometimes he gets on a roll about something and he just starts to dig in like a manic ankle biter. But he's so damn cute you can't stay mad at him. Malcolm thinks of him like a little brother, and I've had great times with Devin, and not so great, depending on his moods. He's incredibly blunt and to the point, just like me...so sometimes we clash. But in the end we've remained close friends, and I trust him to do a great job. What's nice about Devin is that he likes all kinds of women. Short, fat, tall, skinny....as long as they pay homage to his fabulousness, he loves them all. LOL, I exaggerate of course, but he does love to be in the center of attention. And who's to blame him? He's got looks, and a big cock. He's a skillful lover, and he knows it. But underneath that is a young man that is vivacious, personable, has an easy way with lots of people, and loves to socialize, in addition to being very nice eye candy. It seemed a win-win for this party. Until the cruise...
We talked up the new group to my attendees on the cruise, and in doing so achieved a phenomenal crossover of membership....upwards of 40 of my members also joined this group. To some extent there was some confusion as well. Many of the members thought that I also owned this second group as I am the vocal one of the triad of couples that mediate it. I recruit, and since I was also hosting, I can see where that assumption would have been made. However, in the flurry of activity following the cruise, Ian suddenly found within himself a new love of these larger parties. However, since I'd already secured a date, he found himself asking the young lady he'd hit it off with at the cruise afterparty. And to his credit, I whole heartily agreed with his choice. She's a fantastic girl, and I'm glad he found good company since my duties as hostess will keep me running most of the night. Malcolm, too, suddenly found himself wondering why he wasn't going to be attending, since most of the girls and ladies he likes from our group will be there. I had to explain myself again, until he understood what had occurred, and remembered about the reunion. He's still chewing the whole thing over in his mind.
Meanwhile, I had to introduce my "date" to the group. Why? Well, first off, he's going to be a co host of sorts with me. Next, I didn't want people speculating why I wasn't with Malcolm or Ian, I wanted it sorted out beforehand. And lastly, I wanted to pimp Devin out a little bit, and build the excitement over him. I know he seems awfully forthright, but really, I see a lot of insecurity hiding underneath all his bravado. Handsome or not, he's just as worried as the rest of us that he'll attend a party and nobody will like him. I want to make sure he's the belle of the ball same as Ian was at the last one. Plus, my boytoys have become legendary in their own right.
And therein lies the faux pas. I introduced Devin as Boytoy #2. And really....Ian had an issue with it. What's more, Malcolm agreed with Ian. I'm an idiot for not realizing that this was something more important and not to be fucked with. Perhaps I don't let Ian know what I feel for him enough. Maybe he feels his position is tenuous. I'm not sure, but the reality is that he's so much more than a boytoy to me. Devin is a friend, and a fuckbuddy, maybe. But Ian....no, he's much deeper than that. Ian knows how to make me cry. Ian knows how to make me scream. Ian knows how to make me love. So I've decided to write this so that he knows with all his heart and mind that nobody could ever replace him in my life. I'm so thankful for the day that Malcolm brought him into our lives because he makes everything even more amazing. Malcolm is the great love of my life, and as such it is my honor and privilege to share my life with him without reserve. I'm so happy, inside and out, that the person he chose to be our third, to complete our trouple was Ian. The only thing more I could wish for is for more, closer, sooner, together. Ian, I'm sorry. I love you, Malcolm loves you, and nobody can take your place in our lives. I'm crying now, will you come and comfort me?
