The First Poly Dinner Date

It was exciting, taboo, passionate and we dove right in.

We’d met for coffee once before but it was different. That was a meeting for the three of us, it was a meet and greet, getting to know each other at the surface level and to make sure this felt safe enough. This time was different, it was going to be a REAL poly date! A, we’ll pick you up and bring you flowers, kind of date.

We both wore dresses with our sexy man looking dapper in a collared shirt and jeans (she wore a beautiful, fitted, fuchsia dress, black stockings and heels while I wore a blue dress and heels). We picked her up at her home and I sat in the backseat with her for the thirty minute or so ride; hubby is a great chauffeur. We chatted all while I enjoyed looking at her.

I think it was a Monday or Tuesday night so the restaurant wasn’t very busy when we arrived which meant we got a bit of attention just upon arrival. Two pretty women walking in with a stud drew a few looks - the hostess seemed especially fond of us. The restaurant was a place we’d frequented before and is very beautiful (although of course nothing can hold a candle to her). We enjoyed a wonderful dinner while getting a little deeper with our conversations. It was intense, it was exciting, it was powerful.

I was daring, putting straight out there what I was hoping for in the relationship. I expressed that I was interested in a throuple, a triad, a relationship between the three of us. I may have wished in that moment for it to be a closed triad but as with my journey things evolved.

After dinner I had to use the ladies room and she joined me. We entered the restroom and I went to walk towards the stall but instead she asked me to join her. Honestly, I’m not sure if she actually said those words or her eyes just pierced me into motion, but I walked into that stall behind her. She kissed me - it was a deep, passionate, fire igniting panties, kind of kiss. She had me in the corner against the wall, I was under her spell, I have no idea how long we were there but time stood still. She fingered me, she kissed me, and more, she looked at me like she might devour me. The moment was intense and after I came on her hand she asked if I really needed to use the restroom (haha) and I did.

We finally walked out of there and back into a completely empty restaurant. Our man, patiently waiting, had even made friends with the waitstaff while we were gone.

The three of us sat back down at the table holding hands and the waitress walked by with a giggle. We realized we’d overstayed our visit and headed out to the car but not before the hostess reminded us we were welcome any time.

Hubby didn’t want the night to end so we stopped to have some drinks (and get more stares) at a local bar before the epic drive home. When we finally headed out she and I kissed in that backseat like two teenagers, we kissed until we were dizzy in lust. There was a fierce energy between us and hubby enjoyed the view in the rear-view mirror (possibly even taking the long way home). I didn’t want the night to end, I didn’t want the relationship to end but lots of good things do seem to come to an end. 😢😢😢

Tell me what you think, tell me about your experiences, I’d love to hear from you.