Mr. D and I had one big rule left in our lifestyle play—we play together. But after meeting the amazing local couple who had rules very different than ours, we struggled with this rule. The hot blonde played but her husband did not. We had hoped to play with this couple within our rules, but they weren’t ready to go there. So we let it go for a few weeks and wondered if maybe we wouldn’t play at all.
But we couldn’t really let it go. We kept talking about them to each other. Thinking about them. Fantasizing about them during sex. And especially because they live in our town and we would be seeing them again, we both felt like it was an unresolved issue. Something that wasn’t going to go away. We wanted to be with them more so than we wanted to follow our previous rules.
Playing alone is a particularly risky step to take in the lifestyle rules, because we can’t check in on the fly. I can’t see my partner’s reaction as it is happening; I can’t judge how I feel about it. He can’t see my reactions either. Playing alone requires a much larger dose of trust than our previous choices. Probably the biggest leap since we entered the lifestyle at all.
So, I looked for the way that I could make this situation work that would still allow me to feel comfortable and safe. I knew I did not want to be home doing the housewife thing while my husband was out fucking. By giving Mr. D a hall pass when I was traveling, I knew I would be preoccupied. It turns out the risk was worth it. It was an amazing experience for both of us. We still prefer to play together, but sometimes it doesn’t work out for all four to fit together as a unit. And when it does not, we are open to exploring whatever is the hottest option now.
