It took place this past weekend, on Saturday night.
It was planned around a week and a half in advance. It was going to be the second time that I (F 31) saw this particular partner of mine (M 33), but the first time that I was going to his house and meeting his wife (F 25). We are all polyamorous. I am pansexual, the husband is straight and the wife is mostly into women.
The drive took about 2 hours and I was inflicted with an intense amount of anticipation the entire time. My body being a giant ball of nerves.
I pulled up to their house and he was sitting on his porch waiting for me to arrive. As I approached he stood up; every tall, thin, dark and handsome inch of him towering before me.
We embraced each other tightly. It had been two weeks since we had last seen each other. We had talked throughout the two weeks about how badly we wanted to hold another again. To kiss one another again and to fuck one another again.