Polyamory - A Love Story

The next morning......

I hear the sound of the window Air-Conditioner running. Open my eyes. Sunlight is bleeding through the window shades. Turn my head. Yup, in bed by myself. Throw the sheets off me and sit up on the edge of bed. Fuck. I got a pounding headache. My mouth, matter fact my whole body feels cotton-dry. I shouldn't have drank that wine after I came back from the lake. Did I remember to bring the Gatorade? I hope so. I need some. Pronto. Hopefully it's in the fridge, nice and cold. Yawn.....OK, let me get my ass up off the bed already.

Wipe the coal from my eyes and I stand up. Open the door and step out the room. It's completely quiet. Looks like I'm the first one awake. Damn, what time is it? I walk back into the room. Look for my cell phone. Find it. 7 AM?! Damn, I only had two, maybe three hours of sleep. This is bullshit. I put the cell phone back and start stretching my arms. Yawn again......OK, let me go check on my stank-attitude-having wife. She's in the other bedroom. Yeah, she refused to sleep with me last night. I'll tell you what happened later. I walk over to her room. Open the door. She's sleeping peacefully. Should I wake her? Nah. Let her sleep. Close the door and I stand there looking around the camper. Ramon and Joanne's door is closed as well. I can hear him snoring. Loud mu'fucka. Well, while I'm here, might as well check the fridge for Gatorade. After a minute or two of searching....no luck. Damn. They're probably sitting in the trunk of the car - hot as fuck. Close the fridge door. Man, my head is pounding something fierce.

I look over at the sink. Then at the cups in the dish-rack. Then at the sink again. Should I? Eh.....fuck it, why not? I pour myself a cup of campground tap water. Down it. Fuck! That's some nasty ass water. I hope it didn't come straight from the lake. Wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and put the cup in the sink. Won't be drinking that again. I stand there for a bit longer just looking around at everything. Still hear Ramon snoring. I open the freezer door. I don't know why, but I did. Nothing of interest so I close it. Stand there. OK. I need to do something. But what? I look at the sofa. Then at the TV. Hmmm. Nah, fuck TV. You know what? I need to take a shower. That's what I'll do. Maybe that'll help with this headache. I go back in my room, get my traveler's toiletry bag, a change of clothes, my towel, put on my flip-flops and head out down the dirt road to the public showers. The camper has a shower but I need some fresh air. It's beautiful out.

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It is now Monday morning. I'm at work. Jasmine's at work. The kids are in school. While at work I keep playing back the whole weekend in my head. All day I'm slightly distracted cause something doesn't feel right. I can't quite put my finger on it just yet, but something about Jasmine's demeanor around Ramon left a foul taste in my mouth.

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After the showstopping sex-scene on the lake, Jasmine and I stood up and got closer to Ramon & Joanne. They're already intensely doing their thing. After a couple minutes we start doing ours. But in the middle of it, I start feeling bothered again. Jasmine keeps looking over in their direction. I'm thinking, Hello? I'm right here. But I don't say anything. Just let it be. I keep doing what I'm doing all the while looking at Jasmine. Admiring her body. Her neckline. Her lips. She looks so beautiful. She's moaning. She sounded louder with him, didn't she? Shut up, not now. I close my eyes and start kissing her neck close to her ear. I'm feeling her body and she's doing the same to me. It feels great. I don't know bro, I think he got you beat. Shut the fuck up man. I open my eyes and I notice her looking their way. Again? See? I told you. You're yesterday's news bro. Don't feel bad though. You had a good run. Why can't I stop thinking sometimes? Fuck.

This time I was so bothered I couldn't help but speak on it. So in a frustrated whisper to her ear, I ask, "What? You'd rather be with him right now?" She looks at me and irritatingly responds, "What is your problem? All night you've been nitpicking. I'm just trying enjoy the night and go with the flow." "Yeah? Well, the flow is right here. Why you keep looking that way?" "We're all together aren't we?" "You're weren't looking my way when you were with him. Were you?" She has no response. Even though we're still having sex, I keep agitating the situation, "Even now. You ain't moaning as loud as you were for him. When you was with him, the whole fuckin campground knew you were having sex. Might as well had a megaphone to your mouth. With me? Nah. With me, you're too busy paying him mind." She had enough, "Get off me." "Fine." I get off her, "Why don't you go over there and let them know you want some more dick? Huh? Joanne definitely knows you enjoy her husband." "Why don't you go play with your dick?", as she walks off in the direction of the camper.

I don't know if Ramon & Joanne heard what was said, but I'm sure it was obvious things just went downhill. Awkward? Yup. But I'm spent. At this point, I didn't care what they were thinking. I know I wasn't gonna keep standing there though. So I pick Jasmine's sandals up off the ground and walk toward the camper as well.

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My work consists of going out in the field in my assigned work van, performing preventive and repair type building maintenance for my agency's various offices. More or less a handyman but with a heavy emphasis on electrical work. The work is steady, but admittedly there is also plenty of down time. Hence, my steady interest in book reading and texting Jasmine throughout the day.

So, I'm going about my day. Jasmine and I made up the night before. Everything is cool. I text her. She texts back and the occasional chat goes on. Except today, her responses seem shorter and further apart than usual. Whenever she's consumed by work and too busy to chat she lets me know. Today was different. Maybe I'm letting the camping weekend affect my judgment but irregardless, I have an uneasy feeling today. Something's up. The end of the work day arrives and I ride my bike home. See, I live and work in the same city. Only two miles away actually. Sometimes I even walk. How else you think I fend off the fattening effects of beer? But anyways, I'm getting sidetracked again.

As soon as I get home I turn on the computer. I go to ATT.com - our cell phone service provider's website. Register our phone numbers and setup an online account. Yeah, that's right. I'm about to start snooping. I told you I had a real uneasy feeling about today. Sue me. After a couples of minutes, I navigate the site and find the link to check recent activity. I click on her number and go through the call log. I look. Look. Keep looking. Nope. A couple of short calls spread out over days. She's barely on the phone. I click on the Data portion to check the text messaging log. It's loading. The page refreshes. And....here we go. I see my number and another I don't recognize. Matter fact, it appears more than mine. I keep scrolling down. Numerous incoming and outgoing to that number. I click on the next page. Then the third. What the fuck?! The chatting goes back since early morning. And I thought she was busy. Hold on. Maybe it's not him. It could be somebody from her squad. One of her girls. Even though the area code is from New York, one of them lives out there. Remember? Or maybe it's Joanne. Yeah, maybe it is Joanne. Let me check.

I figure Joanne's and Ramon's number should be similar. Since that's how Jasmine and I set ours up - one digit difference. So I get my phone. Scroll through my contacts.....straight down to Ramon. Pull up the number on the screen then look at the computer monitor. Look at my phone again. Feels like my heart just stopped beating. It is him! They've been chatting all fuckin day! Now my heart is racing. My breathing becomes heavier. More rapid. I feel like I just got punched in the chest. I'm getting teary-eyed. I can't even think straight. Nah, she wouldn't. Why? Why would she do me like this? This whole swinging thing was supposed to be fun. Something we did together. To share the experiences. Not to be sneaking behind each other's back. Nah, I didn't sign up for this. Not this. This is wrong. Then, like a ton of bricks, a thought hits me. This ain't swinging. This is an affair! And stupid me. I basically handed her over to the dude. Damn, how could I be so stupid?!

I stand up. Start pacing back and forth across the room. My fists are balled up. I look at the monitor. For a quick sec I have the urge to rip it off the desk, throw it across the room and start blacking out in here. Damn, I actually have a tear falling down my face. Then another. Nah, Fuck this. Get yourself together bro. Calm down. Calm down and don't do nothing stupid. What if there's a good reason for this? You never had a reason to mistrust her before. Give her the benefit of the doubt. Relax. I wipe the tears off my face. Walk toward the computer. Log out. I look at the time on the alarm clock. She should be home any minute now.

K-OS - The Rain