A whole weekend has come and gone and I feel like Mark and I have barely had a chance to talk.
Everytime we start I hear the pitter patter of little feet approaching…
…and sometimes Offspring walks in on us.
It’s really quite a pain in the ass.
This isn’t how polyamory is supposed to work people!!!!!
Even more frustrating is our sex life.
It is really, really hard to have damn good sex when you’re swallowing your moans and trying to be gentle enough not to squeak the bed.
The things I do for “politeness” sake.
I think if Lindsey had a job things would be a little easier. The problem is, since she is on disability and Mark and I both work from home we have had no choice but to spend all day, every day, with each other.
She’s also in a bit of a vulnerable state so we have been trying to be around her more than we’re sitting on our computers in our separate offices. This means a lot less work is getting done.
It’s tough trying to balance someone new into your life.
You end up getting in each other’s space. Breathing down each other’s necks. 3 adults under one roof is, well, … Uncomfortable. We tend to get in each other’s way.
Last night around 11:30 Mark and I retired to bed… But instead of hopping straight under the covers I took a detour to the bathroom for a few. We may have been heading to bed but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be sexy.
I applied a little more makeup, lined my eyes in a dark smokey fashion and donned his favourite lingerie. When I walked out of the room, he was already snoring… (D’oh!) although it didn’t take much encouraging to wake him up again.
As I rubbed the life back between his legs, he pulled me on top of him. Our lips met hungrily, it had been forever since we’d had any alone time. You know, since the morning quickie… So forever!
I dragged my wet pussy up and down his hard cock until he pulled me onto him. We rocked gently in unison. And I kissed him deeply. Finally.
I gently ground my hips back against him.
I tried a little softer.
Fuck you Ikea bed!
“Maybe if we moved to the middle?” I suggested.
We wormed over to the middle of the bed and tried again.
Creeeeeeeeeeaaaaaak creak creaak.
“Oh for fuck sakes!”
“Do you really think she cares?” Mark asked.
“She said she was a little jealous when we were holding hands and she came in the room. Yeah, I’m betting she cares.”
“Maybe if we switch positions?”
We rolled around quietly repositioning. Mark gently pushed my legs to the side and entered me as I began to run my hand up and over his pecks.
He thrust into me slowly, gently,….
… But the damn creaking continued.
“Let’s just be fast,” Mark suggested.
He buried himself deep inside of me, thrusting a little harder than before with long, harder strokes of his pelvis. I could hear the bed creak, but I didn’t really care. Our breathing quickened.
I let out a soft whispered moan, though I wanted to scream “fuck me harder!!”
Just as we were getting close and our bodies were beginning to break out in a light sheen of sweat I heard three loud CRACKS and the sound of a piece of wood clamouring to the floor.
“What the fuck was that?”
The bed hadn’t moved. We peered around in the darkness afraid to move in case it would cause the bed to fall.
“Ummm…. Are you guys ok in there?” Came the timid voice from outside my bedroom door.
“Yeah,” came the weak reply.
“What happened? Do you need any help?”
“No! No we’re great!!”
Like teenagers who had just been caught we dove for the covers and pulled them up to our chins…. Please don’t come in… Please don’t come in…
So much for being stealthy.
Turns out we broke off one of the support beams of our bed. It could last without it, though for how long was anyone’s guess. The bed is really freakin ancient.
Just my luck though… I always thought if I was ever going to break my bed it would at least be a damn good story of hot kinky passionate sex… But no. From now until eternity the story I get to tell about breaking my bed is one where I was trying to be super quiet so my roommate didn’t hear us fucking.
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