One recent Friday night I had plans to have dinner with a girlfriend. A long-standing FWB of mine, Jason (he's featured in some other posts here) asked whether I could see him on Friday night. I knew dinner with my friend could easily go for a few hours but relished the thought to forget my troubles with him. We left it that I would text him when dinner was over, which would probably be around 10pm.
My girlfriend and I had a great dinner. I hadn't looked at my phone in three hours. I went to the bathroom before we left and saw a text from Jason which he'd sent two hours earlier:
"Mind if I see if I can get a couple to meet for drinks and maybe more tonight with us? :)"
Fuuuuuck.
He and I have talked about this multiple times. After all, he's the one who procured a threesome for me, and joined me my first night as a unicorn at a swingers club, and was supposed to come to a gangbang night (which he still feels guilty about). But he's wanted to play with another couple for as long as he and I have talked about playing with others.