A few months back, my girlfriend and I first discussed the possibility of an open relationship. We’ve been dating close to 6 years now, high school sweethearts, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing out in some way. I wanted to experience tinder. I wanted to learn what “hooking up” was all about. I understood why she was hesitant, but I made sure to reassure her at every moment. We would have a set of rules. We would be honest, and transparent, and we each held the right to say no to anyone we didn’t approve of. After weeks of nudging, she reluctantly agreed on those terms. I kept insisting it would be nothing romantic, that I loved her very much but that this would all be purely sexual, though that didnt seem to make her feel any better. She made me promise to keep it between us. We shared a lot of the same friends, and we both agreed it would be best to keep them unaware of our openness, in order to avoid any awkward questions. She said she didnt feel like dating anyone currently, but that I was free to do so, as long as those rules were kept. I enthusiastically thanked her, sincerely appreciating what an incredible partner I had. I thought maybe only my best friend Matt could know, knowing he wouldn’t tell anyone if I asked. Thinking he’d view this all without involving himself was my first mistake.
Matt is the kind of guy I would normally avoid. Kind of guy that spends way too long at the gym, only ever talks about the gym, and with a personality revolving around the gym. The guy is a total dickbag. I’ve known him since high school, we were roommates for a short bit, and remained friends since. I only ever see him on weekends out drinking with friends, or on the few days I’d decide to tag along for cardio. He had taken Jennifer, my girlfriend, as a new running partner a while back, and they became good gym friends these last few months. I normally dont talk much about my relationship with him, since they’re both pals, but this whole open relationship thing had me excited. I knew him longer than he knew Jenn, so I trusted he’d keep a secret like this. Matt lost his mind.
“Jenn? Your girlfriend Jenn? She agreed to this?” I could tell his brain was calculating at lightspeed. He had grown to know her casually through their running, but he just couldn’t believe she’d be into it. The conversation turned less about me, and more about her. Who is she fucking? Did she have anyone in mind? Was she the one that pushed for this? I got a kick at how crazy this all seemed to him. He congratulated me a few times on the whole thing, and shook his head in amazement. “Wow, to fuck a girl like Jenn is one thing.. but to basically have a pass to also fuck anyone else? Damn bro. You’ve got it good.” I smiled and agreed. I guess I really did have it good.
In a split second, Matt shifted to complete business mode.
“Well, why not trade girlfriends on Friday? You’ve told me how you think Jess is cute, right? Why not I get Jenn, and you can have Jess for the night.” I thought he was joking, but he was entirely serious. Matt laid out a solid plan on how to bring it up, schedule drinks at our place on Friday, how it would go down etc. For a second, it almost seemed like he had been planning this a while. He had joked about fucking Jenn a few times behind my back, so much so that she even had to politely ask him to stop. I knew he wanted her. But he kept motioning that it would all be a way to get Jenn involved, and kickstart the dating scene for both of us. Jess was quite a catch, too. Asian, small frame, short black hair in comparison to Jenny’s red. She had the cutest laugh and personality. I had fantasized about her more than a few times. Matt’s plan made it sound easy. Jess and Matt were barely dating, so I thought it might even work. Matt’s eagerness was a definite red flag, but I didn’t know any better. I figured since Jenn kept running with the guy, that they were friendly and she might not mind the idea. Then Matt added, “Even if Jenn and I d6ont fuck, at least you’ll get some alone time with Jessie right??” It felt like I could finally have some time with Jessie, see where things go, without it coming back to bite me in the ass later in any way. Matt and I left the gym agreeing to it all.
Jennifer, not so much. She never liked Matt as a person, let alone as someone she might have sex with. Yeah, she kept running with him, she said, but only because she had no other choice. Their friendship was always uncomfortable and inappropriate. He had tried to hook up with Jenn multiple times, and I was basically giving him a pass now. Ontop of all this, Jenn hated Jessie, and disliked how eager I was about having sex with her. She didn’t seem at all pleased. With Matt’s repeated texts, and the thought of Jess being underneath me, it all reached a tipping point Wednesday night. I practically begged Emma. It’ll just be a one time thing with them. They’re safe, we know them, and word would never get out if we decide this isn’t our thing. It took a lot of convincing, especially at the idea of Jenn having to entertain Matt alone. I kept insisting that this was just “sex” and nothing more. She asked if she had to sleep with Matt, and I said no. I told her I would just be a bit with Jessie, and we could always change our minds as the night went on.
A few hugs, kisses, and several promises later, Jenn consented. She wouldn’t enjoy it, she said. She might not even have sex with him. But now I owed her for whenever she found someone she liked. I ran out immediately to text Matt. “Cool see u tomorrow then” he responded. I had some grooming to do before hooking up with Jess. Jenn smiled and was the most supportive as I tried my best to hide my excitement. We both agreed I was getting the better end of the deal, and joked about it as best she could. She would groan about it endlessly as the week went on. In the back of my mind, I thought her and Matt wouldn’t be so bad, and it might not even happen. But the thought of fucking Jess kept clouding everything else, now possessing me entirely.
As mentioned, Jennifer is red haired. A bit of blonde on her tips from when she decided to (and later regretted) going blonde. She’s 5’9″, taller than me. With pale skin and gorgeous hazel eyes. Usually wearing a black T and jeans, the kind of girl you know has a smoking body underneath – and she absolutely does. Perfeft B-cups with ghost areolas. Matt always asked for pics, and I might’ve shared some at some point. But by the time he took her under his wing and started running with her, I pulled back a bit. He kept wanting to see more, but I thought it inappropriate with him coaching her now. Thursday night we were both nervous. After we agreed to it, I showered first and shaved, then she went next. While she dried herself, I admired her long legs and wet hair, I absolutely love this girl. “I decided not to shave” she said, embarrassed. I held her and kissed her, rock hard at the thought of Friday night. Jenn had a very quiet view on it all now, almost apathetic. Like she was only really allowing this for me, but I could tell she was also nervous. We decided what to wear, Jenn decided a tank top and summer skirt. We playfully sentba body shot to Matt, who didn’t respond. “Great! Jenn replied “Maybe that means he’s cancelling?”
Friday night rolled around, and Matt and Jess show up. We have a few drinks, play a few rounds of Mortal Kombat, but there’s serious tension in the air. Seated from left to right, Jenn, myself, Jess, and Matt at the very end. Hardly anyone seemed to have fun but myself and Jess. Jess was wearing some tight blue jeans and black shirt. Jenn and Matt shared the occasional joke, but Jenn was clearly uncomfortable. I wondered if they had always been this way, even during their runs. Matt was fixated on her legs. Tipsy, I decide to get up for a quick bathroom break. I come back to find Matt now sitting next to Jenn, his hand riding up her thigh, whispering in her ear, with Jenn fixated on the TV. Jess is off the couch in the kitchen, calling for me.
I couldn’t help but feel anger, seeing his hand up her thigh like that. I felt rage, and saw red, something I had never experienced before. I tried to compose myself and grab another drink, Jess noticed and grabbed my arm. She asked if I was okay, and I said I was nervous. I looked over to catch Jenn slapping Matt’s hand away, right before Jess took me in for a kiss. Her lips tasted like cherry. Her tongue the most soft and wet you could imagine. “Alright we doing this?” Matt shouted from the living room. I pulled in Jess close for another kiss, completely shutting out all that was going on around me. I’m not sure how he managed to, or what exactly was said. Next thing I notice, Jenny is giving me a sad pout as Matt leads her into the bedroom. I give her a thumbs up as nervously as I could, trying to encourage her. I guess this was all really happening.
The next few minutes are a blur. Jess takes my shirt off while we plunge onto the living room couch. I’m practically ripping her clothes off at this point, taking it all in. She feels incredible. I’m terrified at the thought of bursting in my pants. Shes not wearing anything under her jeans, and that drives me wild. Her breasts are smaller than Jenn’s, and shes completely shaved. And that’s when I hear it..
A repeated, painful grunting coming from our bedroom, muffled by the sounds of whatever shitshow was still playing on the TV. Jess kept grabbing me and distracting me, but I could hear it well enough. Jenn was crying. The grunting was from repeated thrusts. And you could make out Matt’s voice repeatedly yelling at her and hurting her. I panicked.
Before I could stand up, Jess grabbed me. My cock in her hand, she inserted it right into her, and the entirety of my breath left me. She was the warmest I’d ever had, I had wanted her for so long, and now I had her. Right here beneath me. I could still hear Jenn grunting in pain just a closed door away. Jess kissed my lips and whispered “Dont worry about her, she’ll be okay” I relented. The crying from the bedroom grew more pronounced. With a guilt I can’t put into words, I wrapped her legs around me as I heard Jenn call out my name in despair.
For the next half hour, I fucked Jess, while my girlfriend was being raped in our bedroom. I heard her crying, and pleading for him to stop, but I kept going, and so did he. I heard him call her a whore, and her asking him to slow down before calling my name, but he kept going. Our bed creaked in rhythm with Jenn’s pleas. I fucked Jess while trying my best to block out the sounds from our bedroom. He was really having her. It all felt more like torture than sex. I came inside of Jess, all without switching from our original missionary. A few minutes pass, and I regain my senses. I rush to our bedroom door, only to find it locked with Jenn grunting hard on the other side. I knock.
Jenn’s screams are now muffled. Matt calls out that he’s almost done. The rhythm increases in speed and I feel powerless. She calls out “please stop” only to hear him increase in speed, and heaviness. I go back to the couch where Jess and I make out while Matt destroyed any sense of trust I ever had in him. He raped my girlfriend in a locked room, and I was unable to do anything about it. Jess tried her best to console me, telling me he’s always been rougher than usual, not really making me feel any better. Just when you thought itd be over, Jenn would cry out in pain, and the bed would continue to shake. He was taking his time with her, in every way imaginable.
Jenn and I are still together. We decided not to venture any further into this whole thing. She’s developed a very personal rape fetish after this experience, and she never blamed me for it. I learned later that Matt was immediately rough with her. Started fucking her without any sort of foreplay, and grew frustrated at how dry Jenn was. After Jenn’s struggles and scratching, he turned her on her stomach, and proceeded to anally rape her. This was around when I first heard her crying. He proceeded to anally rape her for another 20-some minutes, muffled her screams, and came inside her ass. This was the first time Jenn had anal sex. He knew this, because I had mentioned her not wanting it a few times throughout our friendship. He told her that he’s been wanting to rape her ever since he laid eyes on her. And I had given him the green light to do as he pleased.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cvu9it/trading_girlfriends_mf_mf_rape_coercion_friends
As a reminder, all my stories are fiction. This story is just a fantasy. I do no condone rape and never will.