Business or Pleasure

There are lots of great aspects about polyamory, as well as obvious hurdles. But one of my favorite perks is that when Dakota travels on business I don’t have to sleep alone.

He used to travel a lot but covid obviously killed that for a bit. Over the last three or so years his travel has slowly ramped back up. At this point it’s not uncommon for him to be gone 2-4 nights every 2-3 months.

Look, I get it. I’m an adult. I can handle a dozen nights a year by myself. But I don’t want to. Especially since having my child. I like the idea of a big strong man being in the house to protect us. I live in an extremely safe area, but still.

And maybe that’s just an excuse I use. It’s at least a little bit true, but if I’m being honest with myself it’s less about someone breaking in and more about the gap between nine and midnight. My child is asleep, it’s dark out, and I’m alone. Don’t get me wrong, it’s often nice for the first few hours. I never get time to myself anymore. During the day I’m on full time mom duty, in the evenings I’m with Dakota. I used to spend about half of days with my ex while Dakota was at work. He was quickly replaced with Dwayne who tends to be off pretty early in the day and comes to see us the couple hours between nap time and when Dakota gets home. Basically, for the last two years of my life I have always been around someone, if not multiple people, that want my attention and affection. To the point that having some space, having a few moments where no one is touching me, is very refreshing.

At the same time, it’s jarring. The first night Dakota is gone I can have two whole hours of doing what I want and not having someone right on top of me and it’s glorious. But by 11pm I start to feel incredibly lonely. And by night three I’m dreading my child going to bed and being completely alone.

This week was the first time Dwayne spent the night. After nearly six months I was comfortable with him staying in the house. It was such a relief to have him here. My ex and I broke up a mere week before he was supposed to spend the night several months ago and as the night closed in I felt my anxiety growing. I caved. I texted him.

“You can still come spend the night if you want”

It took hours for him to even open my message and then he left me on read for another hour. That’s how he always texted when we were in a fight or “broken up.”

“You know I can’t.”

Yeah. I did know.

Since then Dakota had another trip that I had to manage alone. I knew Dwayne at the time, but not well enough. Not yet.

Having someone I could trust again was nice. And, of course, the cuckolding opportunity is always fun.

Dakota hasn’t gotten brave enough to be cuckolded in person. I’m not sure he’ll ever want to. But teasing him over text and sending him pictures of how wet I made the bed or cum on my tits while he’s locked up hundreds of miles away certainly does something for the both of us.

While he’s away on business I like to enjoy my pleasure.