Dating apps certainly have their place in open marriage and I have covered my thoughts in a prior post. To summarize, think of each app as its own dating ocean and your matches as the fish that fills it. Generally, women have no problem throwing out a net and catching an overwhelming amount of interest. But the interest and matches are typically not the best quality of catches (stay tuned for an upcoming post on my own experience with a catfish). Fundamentally, dating apps work if you’re looking for quantity. Sometimes however you cast your net and find yourself with something worthwhile and valuable.
Enter Ryan.
Now, I have hinted at Ryan in the past. He was very much unexpected and very much needed in a time of relationship transition. I was at yet another training event, late in the evening scrolling through Okcupid. I should note I am incredibly selective when I use dating apps. I’m not the girl swiping right on every sexy face. There’s a lot of intention behind my matches so when the communication begins, I have certain things I’m looking for with the priority obviously being communication skills and connection. So late at night when I hesitated on the handsome face of an older gentleman, I found myself connecting to the outdoorsy, adventurous spirit I was reading in the bio.
Ryan was interesting. He wasn’t like my other relationships and maybe that was a good thing? I had just come out of a relationship with a high-energy younger stallion. Maybe it would be good to experience someone a bit more established, a bit more experienced? We hit it off in conversation. Lots of similar viewpoints on life, work and fun. He knew what he wanted out of a relationship and more importantly, he seemed to truly understand what it meant to be polyamorous. That was one of the main topics I found myself gravitating toward in our early chats. How nice would it be to finally have a stallion with some prior, practical knowledge of open marriage? Up until then, I had pretty much been the authority on the topic in my other relationships which inherently meant teaching my stallions what it meant to be in a poly relationship. What a breath of fresh air to finally meet someone who could approach a relationship with me as an equal on the matter.
Now, as with all my stallions, names and places and details have been altered or omitted to safeguard the anonymity of each individual. Ryan was no exception and in fact, the rules of our potential relationship were a big thing for him. It made sense. He had been burnt before. I could accommodate. Aside from slowly feeling out our compatibility, we had some sexy fun over the chat. While not the gold standard sexter, Ryan certainly knew what he was doing. And I enjoyed our sexy pics and regular video chats.
Eventually, we decided it was time to meet in person to see if the spark was real or best kept virtual. I always stay in my own place for extended work trips. He offered to stop by on his way to an event. Now, a quick, little safety PSA to all my aspiring vixens: it’s important to note I did not invite a random match to my place. By this time, we had already connected outside the text to ensure we both were legit. Talking on the phone and video chatting is a great best practice when dating, online.
Back to the story!
I waited for the knock on the door. My heart racing with excited nerves. Would he be tall? Would we have as engaging a conversation in person as we had in text? Would I meet his expectations? More than anything I wanted that mature connection we shared over text to be real. A rap on my door. I drew in a deep breath. Please let this be real.
I opened the door to a tall, well-built man in his early-50s. What first struck me was how well he took care of himself. He had a genuine smile, a gentleness in his manners, a constant care in propriety and ensuring my comfort. After the wild, fiery passion of my last stallion (which was sometimes exhausting to maintain), I appreciated Ryan’s grounded level-headedness. I invited him in and we sat on the sofa chatting for a while. Things were casual, comfortable. I was starting to feel like maybe my Okcupid experience had yielded a surprising winner. There was one obvious remaining test, of course.
We had intended for him to spend the night because I was a stopover on the way to his event, but he offered to sleep in the extra room if I was not yet comfortable sharing a bed with him. Respectful, kind, sincere. Had I said yes to that, I’m certain he would have been the perfect gentleman about it.
“You can sleep in my room,” I smiled.
And with that, we retreated to the bedroom.
I’ll admit, what followed was surprising. There was no building throws of passion, unlike some of my other first-time experiences. Ryan, still the perfect gentleman, slipped into bed beside me. We were close, our bodies sharing warmth and the tease of potential. What would that skin feel like against my own? What would it be to have his cock sliding into me? We settled for light kisses and eventual sleep. I couldn’t blame him. It had been a long drive.
Thankfully, our story was not quite over that evening.
Some time later in the night, we awoke, both sharing the burning need to finally indulge what had been teased and tempted since first meeting on the app.
It was dark. I couldn’t see much but all the better to feel the touch of his rough hands along my body, to smell his earthy musk and taste his lips and tongue. Our clothes came loose. The hope of before became reality as I felt the tip of his hardness press against my opening. A shift of the hips was all it took. I was so wet and wanting him. Ryan did not hesitate. With a controlled arch of his own hips, he thrust inside me. Ryan may not have been my biggest or lengthiest lover but he had just the right amount of girth to fill me up. And experience to know how best to use it.
I gasped, raking my nails down his back. He was strong. His body was thickly built with working muscles. The rhythm of our bodies synced to something easy and natural. With Ryan, it was not a race to the finish line, nor was it a marathon. He enjoyed sex at a leisurely sort of pace. No complaints here. We traded a few different positions. His stamina was admirable. Eventually, I felt that exhilarating rush of completion in a final thrust, his cock deep and throbbing with release.
I wrapped my legs around his waist until the very last drop of cum.
When we parted, I laid back breathing heavy and hearing the same from him. I couldn’t help my smile. Our connection was there. The sex was good. Had Okcupid delivered my first true poly relationship? Time would tell and for the time being, I was content to enjoy some much-needed fun with this new stallion.
We fucked again and later in the morning he left for his event with promises to return on his way back through. True to his word, we saw each other on his way back. And then again when he invited me to his place where our relationship continued to blossom and the sex continued to elevate. It was a relationship I very easily saw myself committing to as my exclusive “other”, a poly boyfriend in the truest sense. I did that for Ryan. But there is far more to the story I need to share, so stay tuned for Part 2!