The players:
Superfly - cis-female, pansexual, poly, 27
Beard - cis-male, hetero, poly(?), 30, husband to Superfly.
We have been together 9 years, married for 3. We have talked about opening pur marriage in various forms for the last several (3? 4?) years, but haven't until we felt our relationship was more secure (as I keep hearing, adding more people to a rocky foundation just brings the entire structure down.)
Monkey - our son.
The back story (well, a more detailed back story to the one provided above):
I have always been a tease. And a flirt. Since I started dating I would generally have a string of partners, always enjoying the initial phase of non-exclusionary relating before the eventual (and seemingly unavoidable) conversation in which we would agree to only have eyes for each other. I never really knew polyamory was a thing, and believed that monogamy was IT. The END POINT. The whole reason for dating. Which left me confused because, there's no way one single person could be IT, right? Forever? And the thought that I would have to be IT for them, as well? Egads, that's a lot of pressure!
Beard and I met when I was 18 (YOUNG! What was I thinking?!) I had just phased an LDR relationship from exclusive to FWB and was really beginning to realize that my attraction to, well, anybody, was more than an appreciation of the human form. Then Beard happened. He was.. Wonderful. Sweet, attentive, nervous, sincere. Other people stopped being. I was swept away in a tidal wave of beautiful, all encompassing NRE. As was he. We jumped into I Love Yous, into living together, into joint bank accounts, and talking about Forevers. It wasn't scary. It was right.
Fast forward a couple years. Let's say 5 years. Things are good. We are honest with each other, good to each other. We weather storms and support each other through college, unemployment, grief. We are happy. Yet.. I feel there could be MORE. There are not things missing, per se, it feels as if we could ADD something, though. So I begin reading. So much reading. We continue talking (we never stop talking). He is hesitant to open, he is nervous about losing. I am unsure of what open would look like, how much MORE I am looking for. We continue the reading and thinking for years.
Superfly - cis-female, pansexual, poly, 27
Beard - cis-male, hetero, poly(?), 30, husband to Superfly.
We have been together 9 years, married for 3. We have talked about opening pur marriage in various forms for the last several (3? 4?) years, but haven't until we felt our relationship was more secure (as I keep hearing, adding more people to a rocky foundation just brings the entire structure down.)
Monkey - our son.
The back story (well, a more detailed back story to the one provided above):
I have always been a tease. And a flirt. Since I started dating I would generally have a string of partners, always enjoying the initial phase of non-exclusionary relating before the eventual (and seemingly unavoidable) conversation in which we would agree to only have eyes for each other. I never really knew polyamory was a thing, and believed that monogamy was IT. The END POINT. The whole reason for dating. Which left me confused because, there's no way one single person could be IT, right? Forever? And the thought that I would have to be IT for them, as well? Egads, that's a lot of pressure!
Beard and I met when I was 18 (YOUNG! What was I thinking?!) I had just phased an LDR relationship from exclusive to FWB and was really beginning to realize that my attraction to, well, anybody, was more than an appreciation of the human form. Then Beard happened. He was.. Wonderful. Sweet, attentive, nervous, sincere. Other people stopped being. I was swept away in a tidal wave of beautiful, all encompassing NRE. As was he. We jumped into I Love Yous, into living together, into joint bank accounts, and talking about Forevers. It wasn't scary. It was right.
Fast forward a couple years. Let's say 5 years. Things are good. We are honest with each other, good to each other. We weather storms and support each other through college, unemployment, grief. We are happy. Yet.. I feel there could be MORE. There are not things missing, per se, it feels as if we could ADD something, though. So I begin reading. So much reading. We continue talking (we never stop talking). He is hesitant to open, he is nervous about losing. I am unsure of what open would look like, how much MORE I am looking for. We continue the reading and thinking for years.