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jeal·ous·y
[jel-uh-see] Show IPA
noun, plural jeal·ous·ies for 4.
1.
jealous resentment against a rival, a person enjoying success or advantage, etc., or against another's success or advantage itself.
2.
mental uneasiness from suspicion or fear of rivalry, unfaithfulness, etc., as in love or aims.
3.
vigilance in maintaining or guarding something.
4.
a jealous feeling, disposition, state, or mood.
Can be confused: envy, jealousy (see synonym study at envy).
You can believe me or not, but I don't recall ever being jealous that Dave was with another woman. There have been other emotions, but I can't recall a time I've ever been jealous.
Our first time, you'd think there would be jealousy. There wasn't. I was in awe, however. I LOVED watching him with her. It was like a birds-eye view of what I'd been missing. It was just so cool to watch him in action. I have to admit, I really wasn't paying any attention to his playmate.
I have been frustrated at times because he's having a helluva time with her and my partner can't seem to get things started. Maybe it is more envious-ness (which as stated above, can be confused with jealousy) I was feeling. There is a whole gamut of feelings one goes through when swinging. I've been "proud" that he's given some women some mighty fine times. I think in the back of mind, "Yeah, he's mine and I get that ALL the time!". Happy is another emotion. I'm pretty much happy all the time, though. My greatest emotion is love. I love that he enjoys himself. Isn't that why some of you swing?
Dave isn't my rival. He's my partner and I love him. I wouldn't be jealous of him because he's enjoying himself. That's what we got into swinging for. For each of us to explore and have fun. Let him have a good time with a blond, a redhead, or a brunette. He's never been unfaithful. I've just never had a reason to be jealous. He's always going to come home with me. I'm the lucky one that gets to pick up his dirty underwear off the floor, clean the toilet after he's used it and clean up after him in the kitchen.
What more can a woman want?