There is definitely something up with me falling in love with my friend’s girlfriends. Or maybe there is something up with them falling in love with me. I suppose the connection between two friends can fudge boundaries, especially when tastes and sensibilities are so close.
I know I actually went for it once. I started dating a lady that a friend had just broken up with. I am still friends with the lady, years later, but the friend is long gone. We became enemies. After that I was much more wary. I was young then, and it was stupid.
In other cases, with friends who are polyamorous, or who have greater wells of self-confidence to draw from, messing around with their lady isn’t as big a deal. I had a friend who always said that he didn’t think fidelity was such a big thing. I hung out with one of his girlfriends a few times, got drunk with her, made out with her. Good times. When I told this guy about it, he thought it was wonderful, and he was genuinely happy we had a nice time.
However, after this girlfriend (whom I’m sure he never cared much about anyhow) he got a new one who he was very hung up on. I also got flirty vibes from her, and she actually told me she wanted to fuck me! But I never followed up because I suspected that this time it would break my friend’s heart… and I’d lose another friend!
I wonder if there is something primal about this: like the pack mentality that we all share the spoils. A lady shares the spoils of her boyfriend, and his friends, getting whatever pleasure she likes from the pack that has taken her in. It works vice versa too.
This is how we did it when we were proto-monkeys, scrabbling among the hyenas on the flats for whatever scraps we could claw out of the dirt, fucking each other from behind at waterholes. In those days it didn’t matter what cocks and what vaginas came together. It was all coupling in the moment and for the moment, and nobody stressed too much about it.
We put fences around our organs when we put fences around our fields. Protect the crops under any circumstances. Lock up the women. Cover your cocks in cloth, and only whip them out when the moment is appropriate. Don’t just hang them out of the cottage door and try to catch passing vaginas like a honey covered stick catches passing bees. This is the way we became civilized.
This same polyamorous friend is dating quite an enticing Eastern European lady now. I’ve been staying at his place while I work in the city, far from my rural home base. The lady, increasingly, has been sitting on the edge of my bed to talk to me, eating beside the bed with her legs kicked up on the mattress beside me. She has been touching me more and more as we talk. I just don’t know what to do about it yet.
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