What my wife thinks of when she thinks of polyamory:
Me and a guy smiling and ignoring her to chat together and then walking away.
What I think of:
He's gagged and tied to a chair, legs spread, cock dripping. His eyes are watering, riveted on my body bent over the bed. He has a front seat show to her fucking me up the ass with a vibrator. She's calling me a good girl. Making me tell him how much I like it, describing how my pussy is dripping. He can't touch himself. All he can do is watch and drool as I scream and claw the sheets.
His hips are making little thrusts as she lays down on the bed and I lick her pussy. She likes it for a really long time. He spends the next two hours waiting and aching. After she cums on my tongue, we kiss and snuggle for a few minutes. Then, I walk over to him, tease him about how red and hard his cock is and straddle him. I'm soaked and he's immediately so deep. At first I'm facing him, taking out the gag, kissing him, raking my nails across his shoulders and riding him. He loves the kissing but he also loves the marks I put on his neck. I cum at least twice before I let him cum in me.
I untie him, and massage his arms and legs while his cum drips down my thighs. Clean me up I tell him putting one leg up on the bed. He gets on his knees and licks me clean. I keep my fingers carding through his hair, holding him tight, possessively. My eyes are on her teasing herself. My good boy is so thorough, I cum all over his sweet tongue.
She's worked up again so I tell him to bend over for me. I'll finger him and open him up. If he makes her come, I'll rub his prostate until he cums all over himself and can't breathe. Of course my good boy makes her cum, and he cums so hard he's shaking. Then, we cuddle in bed and hydrate.
We get up and go to the kitchen. We're making the meal together. Of course, we're laughing. She always knows how to make me smile. We're moving seamlessly through the prep work because we've done this a bunch of times. I rub my cheek against his shoulder like a cat as he's cutting the bread I baked yesterday. He pauses to smile at me. I love his eyes when he smiles. I walk away and complain about being cold as I put my arms around her.
It's really nice. It's home. For once in my life I have a family who cares about me. And this is just with one other person. But I'm capable of so much more.