Becky Bond Writes
Open Relationship
My View - Wednesday 29th April 2020
I’ve embarked on an open relationship. Things aren’t bad on the home front but there are certain needs no husband can meet. We hooked up recently through a neighbourhood matching scheme. I had to tick all the things I’d be willing to do and within less than a week I got a message asking if I’d be available the following Monday. So far so satiated.
My new love’s domestic situation is quite traditional on the surface. He has one main woman whom he lives with but I’m one of three others who come and go. I’m not jealous of the others, I knew what I was signing up for, but sometimes I wish I could see him for more than just a couple of hours, twice a week. Having said that, I don’t want to tire him out.
I was unsure what to wear for our initial meeting, so in the end I opted for something practical, which I think he appreciated. We were both a bit shy at first, but when I spotted him waiting for me at the door, his body language said it all and I knew we’d get along just fine. We’re still getting used to each other’s little quirks. He’s a big fan of sniffing, so I let him catch a whiff wherever and whenever he wants.
Since stepping out, it’s amazing how many people have said we look great together. A perfect match. Him, sleek, proud yet gentle. Me, scruffy but enthusiastic. Yin and yang. His primary partner has obviously done a great job in terms of training because his manners are impeccable, but there’s no getting away from the fact that I have to clear up after him at least once or twice a session. It’s a small price to pay for his affection though and if I hold my nose when I do it I can cope. And to be fair, he always comes properly equipped for each rendezvous.
He’s one of these strong, silent types, so even though I’m constantly praising him, I don’t get much back. The best I can hope for is an occasional lick or a wet nose on my thigh but I must be doing something right because he keeps coming back for more.
His name is Leo, and in an attempt to keep things transparent I showed my husband a photograph of us together. He was quite envious really, declaring how obviously dashing he was. Even my daughters commented on the cuteness of my part-time partner. But Leo and I aren’t ready for any face to face introductions yet though - one step at a time – I don’t want to scare him off.
I don’t know how long our arrangement is going to last. It’s quite lockdown specific this whippet-walking role with a lot depending on the recovery of his number one woman. But as long as Leo’s willing and I’m able, I’m happy to be his second, third or even fourth woman in line.
