Well, not our throuple. While I've had guys I've regularly hooked up while with my husband, we've never been part of a throuple. And I don't think either of us are equipped for it, really. I've thought about polyamory a lot over the years, and even though it has a certain appeal, it isn't for me. Being polyamorous and being a swinger are very different things and I would much rather be able to say "I have a husband two friends with benefits" instead of "I have a husband and two boyfriends."
But more on that in a later post. I've digressed.
Back on point. Sadly, my husband and I watched from our front yard while playing with our dog a few nights ago as one of the members of the all-male throuple across the street loaded all of his belongings into a U-Haul and drove away.
We make a point to know as little about out neighbors as possible, but you can't help but notice a throuple living next to you. Especially an all-male throuple living in a sleepy suburb. I don't know what happened to end their happy threesome, but it's too bad to see it end. They've always been nice. And like every other couple, just with 50% more.
Good for them to live their lives, though. Throuples and swinging and anything close to it is still kept very much under wraps.
Still, and I'm sure I'm not reading too much into it or exaggerating, but I worry this may be a sign that there is no more love in this world. This is as tragic as when the Girls Next Door and Hugh Hefner couldn't make it.
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