My two lovers

And so Matt came home with DH that Friday night.

I cooked us all a wonderful meal.

We flirted gently.

The wine flowed. Music played on the stereo.

For a while DH fell asleep on the couch and me and Matt sat and talked and talked. Stroking and cuddling. Nothing more.

DH woke up in the early hours.

He had been half listening, half watching Matt and I and had become aroused.

It was time for one last fling.

The three of us went through to the bedroom together and climbed into bed.

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It was without a doubt the most satisfying, mind blowing sex I had ever had.  Warm bodies and tongues and kisses and softness.  I felt utterly loved by the two people I loved most in the world.  There was no awkwardness, no sleaziness.  Just a really pure, almost spiritual connection between the three of us.

This for me was polyamory.

Multiple loving.

We dozed snuggled up into each other until the morning came.

I wished it never had to end…

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