A CONFESSION AND A SURPRISE [mf] [face fuck] [mast] [facial]

People tend to lie when they enter a new relationship. Oh, I clean all the time. Oh, I’m not jealous. Oh, I don’t have anger problems. I don’t have a drinking problem! Right? We all do it and then over time, our truth leaks out. Turns out you really ARE a slob or a jerk or whatever.

For me, my lie was that I really, really wanted an open relationship. I am happiest when I am free to fuck around, but still, at the end of the day, I have my loyalty to my partner. I don’t go on vacations with the women I fuck. I don’t get dinner or hang out with them. It’s like if you love horror movies, but your wife doesn’t. You will find a friend to see horror movies with. Your wife won’t resent you. She will be glad you have that friend. When it comes to non-monongamous relationships, though, we have a problem with that sort of behavior. *Well, you don’t LIKE anal, so I found someone who I can fuck in the ass!* Or … *well, you don’t LIKE face fucking, so I found someone who I can face fuck.* Doesn’t mean I love you any less. I’m not going to leave you for my horror movie friend. I’m not going to leave you for my face fucking friend, either.

But … society. So, I lie. I try to conform. I try to blend in and be like everyone else. And it eats away at me. The alternative is being up front right away, which means I chase every single potential girlfriend away. Yes, people are interested in open marriages and open relationships, but those numbers—those people—are very hard to find. They’re few and far between. So, I keep saying that I lie, but what I’m really doing is trying to FORCE MYSELF TO CHANGE.

I keep thinking, this is the woman who will fulfill all of my needs. But it’s not about that. It’s not just about anal or facefucking. It’s about exploration and freedom. It’s about having fun, meeting new people, feeling different bodies. And if you have the right partner, it’s about coming home at the end of the day and talking about it with them.

Recently, I met a woman named Tanya. She seemed cool enough, so we started dating. But I felt that itch again. That itch to wander. Disappointed with myself, I knew what was coming. It was time to have the talk. Explain that I understand my quirks are unconventional, that I really do like her … but … my mind wanders. I have urges. And I cannot and will not cheat, which is why we have to break up, so I can be myself. “I hope you understand” is always how I end things.

When I told Tanya, I could see her entire body collapse with relief.

“Finally,” she said.

“Hm?” I asked. Was she relieved I was dumping her?

“I am the same way. And I hate being crowded in like this. But I keep trying. I KEEP TRYING to be monogamous. And it isn’t for me. And you think you’ll never find someone who is like you, but here you are.”

I kissed her and then, suddenly, my cock was in her mouth. It just happened. I pumped away while she masturbated. I don’t even know how our clothes came off so quickly, but they did. Saliva poured out of her mouth onto her titties. Her cunt was sloshing wet.

“Who do you want to fuck?” She asked.

“Everyone,” I said, laughing as I shoved my cock back down her throat.

She pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked it.

“But like … seriously. Is there someone in particular you … you like?”

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“Who?” She asked.

“I mean it can’t happen,” I said.

“Why not? Is it Kim Kardashian?”

“No,” I said, laughing. “It’s …. it’s Karen.”

“MY Karen?”

Karen was Tanya’s best friend. She was thick and curvy and had big tits and a juicy ass. She was confident in her body, even though she was curvier than most. She posted bikini photos on her Instagram. I never liked them, because, you know, I was trying to be respectful. But I sure did look at them.

“Huh,” Tanya said, still stroking my slippery wet cock.

“What about you?” I asked.

“I mean, this guy at work. But since we’re going personal, your friend Kyle is cute.”

I shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind if you fucked Kyle,” I said.

“Really? Because I wouldn’t mind if you fucked Karen.”

“Really?” I asked.

She nodded.

I slapped her hand away and buried my cock back down her throat. I scrambled for my cell phone, which was on the coffee table. I kept pounding her throat. Her mascara ran down her face. But her eyes were confused. Why was I on my phone? Was I checking FB? What was I doing???

I was texting Kyle: *Hey dude, so you know how the whole monogamous thing isn’t for me. Well, it’s not for Tanya, either. So I asked who she wanted to fuck and she said she wants to fuck you …*

I handed the phone to Tanya, who tried to remove my cock from my mouth.

“No, no. Keep it in while you read it. Send it if you want.”

Tanya, with my cock down her throat, read my message. Her eyes grew wide. She nodded. She hit send. And then, she held the camera up and took a selfie and looked to me.

“Do it,” I said.

She sent Kyle the photo and handed me back my phone.

I hoisted her up and pushed her onto the arm of the sofa. I slipped into her cunt and put her hand on her clit, making her masturbate while I fucked her slippery wet pussy. I grabbed her throat with my left hand and squeezed as hard as I could. Her face turned red. Darker red. She was moaning, cumming. Her pussy tightened up over my cock.

She groaned as she orgasmed and I released my grip, letting the color come back to her face. My phone buzzed.

“LOL Really?” Kyle responded. “Is that your dick, dude? Gross. But also. Yes.”

I handed the phone to Tanya. She giggled and moaned.

“Yay! Now cum on my face!”

I dragged Tanya off the sofa and onto her knees. I put my cock into her mouth, grabbed her head and held it in place and began to fuck as hard as I could. She retched. Gagged. Saliva spilled out of her mouth, which she rubbed over her tits.

“I’m cumming,” I moaned as I pulled my slicked cock from her mouth and exploded, dumping a huge puddle of sperm onto her face. Rope after rope shot onto her and through her hair. She giggled and cheered as my warm cum ran down her nose and cheeks and dangled from her chin.

“Phone, please,” she said.

I grabbed her cell phone and handed it to her. She snapped a selfie and started typing.

“Babe, this could be you. Wanna fuck my man? It would make me so happy if you said yes.”

She handed me the phone.

“Hit send if you’re cool with it,” Tanya said.

I hit send.

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