Hello! A little background about my situation--
I met my ex Jay about 5 years ago. We dated for about a year. Throughout the relationship there was some discovery we went through. It started by us connecting deeply and having honest conversations about ourselves.
As we told each other our stories, we discovered he was bi-curious. My immediate reaction was new/different, rather than prejudicial and shocking. (I had an ex who I suspected was bisexual, who cheated on me constantly.) Instead, my reaction was supportive and understanding, to the point that I encouraged him to explore. This is something I felt compelled to do because I had dealt with lots of cheating and lying in the past.
As Jay unsuccessfully tried finding somebody to explore with, I then got involved with helping him finding someone. When I finally found someone, I connected them. We had an open chat with all of us, as well as privately with each other. So they got to know each other for a few weeks, then finally decided to connect in person.
I supported Jay, and even took him to the hotel room where they were going to meet up. As we waited in the room, with the original plan of me leaving, he asked me if I would stay. I was shocked, unsure and totally caught off guard, but I decided to stay. Once the other guy got there, we all talked and connected. We were nervous and didn’t know how to start. Then he brought it up. Jay and I made out and had sex. The other guy watched. Then he asked me if I’d be okay with him taking me (as we'd previously discussed).
I said yes, and things happened while I had my eyes closed. They took turns with me, then with one another. When everything was over, it blew my mind that I wasn’t completely traumatized over it. It was a crazy thought and all of it was new, but deep down I liked it. This is how my poly journey started…
I met my ex Jay about 5 years ago. We dated for about a year. Throughout the relationship there was some discovery we went through. It started by us connecting deeply and having honest conversations about ourselves.
As we told each other our stories, we discovered he was bi-curious. My immediate reaction was new/different, rather than prejudicial and shocking. (I had an ex who I suspected was bisexual, who cheated on me constantly.) Instead, my reaction was supportive and understanding, to the point that I encouraged him to explore. This is something I felt compelled to do because I had dealt with lots of cheating and lying in the past.
As Jay unsuccessfully tried finding somebody to explore with, I then got involved with helping him finding someone. When I finally found someone, I connected them. We had an open chat with all of us, as well as privately with each other. So they got to know each other for a few weeks, then finally decided to connect in person.
I supported Jay, and even took him to the hotel room where they were going to meet up. As we waited in the room, with the original plan of me leaving, he asked me if I would stay. I was shocked, unsure and totally caught off guard, but I decided to stay. Once the other guy got there, we all talked and connected. We were nervous and didn’t know how to start. Then he brought it up. Jay and I made out and had sex. The other guy watched. Then he asked me if I’d be okay with him taking me (as we'd previously discussed).
I said yes, and things happened while I had my eyes closed. They took turns with me, then with one another. When everything was over, it blew my mind that I wasn’t completely traumatized over it. It was a crazy thought and all of it was new, but deep down I liked it. This is how my poly journey started…
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