[FM] The Weekend Getaway Part 1 [mentions of group sex]

You can [read one of my previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gt7qyl/fm_my_boyfriend_came_inside_me_while_a_friend/) for background on the main players, but TL;DR my boyfriend Henry and I went to a cabin for our one year anniversary with a group of five friends, two of whom are named Elizabeth and Tony. We suspected them of hooking up that weekend, but didn’t have confirmation.

For context, Tony is bi but he usually dates women, I’m pan and date anybody who makes me laugh, and Elizabeth and Henry are both mainly straight. I say “mainly” because Elizabeth had brief dalliance with her married female Sociology professor during college (SUCH a cliche), and Henry used to occasionally get off with a male friend in high school during dry spells. The moral of the story is that sexuality is fluid and labels help us communicate what’s going on but don’t always accurately describe it. Also for context, Tony and I once had a threesome with a male classmate of ours at the beginning of grad school before I met Henry. I promise I’m writing up that story, but it’s a struggle to not make it sound like a cheesy porno. Henry knows and doesn’t really care – it was only one night, and Tony and I transitioned to a completely platonic friendship soon after.

On to the story.

Almost exactly six months after the events of [my previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gt7qyl/fm_my_boyfriend_came_inside_me_while_a_friend/), Elizabeth and I were getting Thursday after-work drinks. We used to work together during grad school, but she had abandoned me for a similar organization nearby and was now vaguely trying to poach me too. I turned her down politely, explaining that Henry and I had recently moved in together and didn’t need any other big changes in our lives. That shifted the conversation to our relationships, the drinks in our hands helping our words flow without inhibitions. “How long have you guys been together now?” Elizabeth asked, her tongue circling but unable to grasp her straw.

“Uhhh almost exactly a year and a half!” I replied, “Our trip to the cabin was at our one year anniversary.”

Elizabeth flushed. “Right right that makes sense,” she said quietly, looking down at the table with a small smile on her face, ”because Tony and I have been seeing each other for almost six months.”

“WHAT?” I shouted, causing a few patrons to glare at me reproachfully, “Six fucking months of me being right about you guys and you don’t fucking tell me?”

She laughed sheepishly. “We’ve only recently turned it into an official ‘thing,’” she said, using air quotes, “before then we were just hooking up.”

“Hooking up for SIX MONTHS.”

“Lower your fucking voice,” Elizabeth hissed, embarrassed but clearly pleased with my enthusiastic reaction.

“That’s really great, I’m so happy for you, Liz!”

“So we were actually thinking about getting out of the city next weekend to celebrate and go back to the cabin where it all started. Do you guys want to come?”

“Only if George isn’t there,” I joked.

Elizabeth laughed. “Obviously. No we were actually thinking of it just being the four of us, since Samantha and Mary are kind of on the rocks. I want the weekend to be light and fun.”

Her eyes caught mine over the rim of her glass as she took a slow sip. A tingle appeared on the back of my neck. Was she implying something or were the four drinks on an empty stomach just making me horny? “Just the four of us? That’s so intimate,” I joked, feeling out the situation.

Elizabeth blushed and looked away. Oh my god. She WAS hoping something would happen. “We just wanted to keep it small and not make a big deal out of the whole ‘six months’ thing. We haven’t told any of our other friends that we’re together and—“ she paused, making meaningful eye contact and lowering her voice to a husky murmur as one of her hands circled my wrist, “and I know you guys can keep a secret.”

My panties dampened as I looked her up and down, feeling like I was truly seeing her for the first time. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a work-appropriate ponytail, her tan skin even darker and more flushed than usual from the alcohol. The outline of her small, perky breasts could juuuust be seen through her white button down, and I swear I saw her nipples harden as I drank her in with my gaze. I slowly raked my eyes back up her body, making her wait for my answer until we locked eyes. “I’ll have to ask Henry, but you know that I’m in.”

Later that night, I was scrolling through my phone on our bed and waiting for Henry to finish brushing his teeth and come join me. I relayed the evening’s events through the open door and smugly collected my $5 from his wallet on the bedside table for accurately betting that Elizabeth and Tony were hooking up during our anniversary weekend. I then brought up the weekend getaway proposal and Elizabeth’s indications of their less-than-pure intentions. “So,” I asked slowly after finishing my story, “is that something you’d be interested in?”

A pause. And then Henry sprinted out of the bathroom to tackle me on the bed. I shrieked with delight, loving the pressure of his body on mine and wrapping my arms and legs around his torso to hold him closer. “FUCK yes,” he breathed, his lips brushing soft kisses along my neck as his hands wandered down my body, “that sounds fucking HOT.”

I giggled, his lips tickling me slightly, and squirmed underneath him until his hardening cock was resting right on top of my vulva. He slid up and down against me slowly, feeling incredible even with several layers of soft fabric between us. “I’m glad,” I whispered, moaning slightly with each brush against my clit, “because I could have dragged Elizabeth into the bathroom right then and there.”

[A private joke between us.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtlqeu/fm_reclaimed_my_boyfriends_cock_in_a_bar_bathroom/) Henry bit down hard on my neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth to leave a dark love bite. His hands grabbed mine and pressed them into the pillows above our heads. He captured my lips in a deep, almost painful kiss before pulling back to speak. “I’m going to watch you fuck her, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” he finally whispered, his intense gaze drenching my panties, “but you’re going to remember that you’re mine.”

The next morning I got out of bed slowly, sore from the evening’s activities. Henry rarely gets genuinely possessive or jealous, but fuck if it doesn’t result in some of the hottest, roughest sex. He woke up from my movements, turning to find my spot of the bed empty and letting out a whimper. “Come back and cuddle me,” he whined.

I laughed, unable to resist his sleepy puppy dog routine. I climbed back on the bed over the sheets, knowing that if I got back under them that we’d end up fucking again and I’d be late for work. I tucked my head under his arm and rested it on his bare chest, enjoying the sound of his heart beating slowly and steadily against my cheek. His arm rubbed up and down my back as he pressed a gentle kiss onto my forehead. “So about this weekend,” he said softly, “I think we should set some boundaries ahead of time.”

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I’m fine with you and Elizabeth doing whatever you want with each other, but I don’t want you to fuck Tony. I think it would be too much to see you with another guy, especially one you’ve hooked up with before. I know that’s stupid and maybe homophobic or sexist or whatever since I’m fine seeing you with a woman, but it’s what I’m feeling,” he said, trailing off embarrassedly at the end.

I kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his neck, draping my top leg over his hip. “You feel what you feel,” I agreed, “it doesn’t matter why. Talk it over with your therapist if you want to get into the reasons.”

Henry laughed. “Thank you,” he whispered, tilting my face up to kiss me.

“And what about Tony?” I asked after we pulled away, “Are you cool, you know, doing stuff with him yourself?”

He paused for a second, thinking. “I’m not sure,” he admitted, “he’s a good looking dude and I know he’s probably into this because he knows about high school, but I think it’s not something I’d enjoy.”

“Well one of us probably should touch him. Should we rock, paper, scissor for it?” I joked.

“You want to scissor me?”

I rolled my eyes as Henry laughed, shaking my head with his movements. He continued. “No. I think I’ll be fine with you guys touching each other in other ways. I just don’t want you to have penetrative sex. Your pussy is mine and mine only.”

His possessiveness was somehow hot, cute, and annoying all at the same time. I laughed but nodded, agreeing to his terms. “And what if he tries to initiate something with you?” I asked, “Would you want me to intervene?”

He shook his head. “I’ll be able to keep up my boundaries. I know I won’t do anything I’d regret. And who knows? There’s a chance I’ll want to in the moment.”

He paused and looked down at me. “Any parameters you’d like to set?” He asked.

I stayed silent, thinking for a moment. “I think I don’t want you penetrating Elizabeth if Tony can’t penetrate me. The imbalance would probably make me jealous.”

He nodded in agreement and waited for me to continue. “I don’t want to bring our penetrative toys. It’s a hassle to keep track of what has been in which hole, and I kind of want pegging to stay our private thing unless you’re hooking up with a guy.”

“Understandable,” he smiled, “but I don’t want my ass to be completely off limits the whole weekend.”

“Are you down with me rimming you publicly or is that something for just the two of us?” I asked.

“Public is fine with me if the opportunity arises.”

“Fooling around without the other person in the room?” I asked.

Henry thought about it and then scrunched up his face. “Anything PG-13 is fine, but maybe let’s ask first for permission before going to R or X?”

“Sounds good. Condom usage?” I asked.

Henry shrugged. “We aren’t going to be doing anything with them besides oral. I’m fine with no condom if you are.”

“I’m fine with it. I also don’t mind if you cum on Elizabeth or Tony. I’m not as possessive as you are about these things,” I teased.

Henry held my gaze, the sudden intensity shocking me as he dropped his voice to a harsh whisper. “I want to watch Tony cum on you after you suck his cock. I want Elizabeth to sit on your face as I fuck your pussy. And I want you to cum as many times as possible with both of them, all the while knowing that you are mine and mine only after the end of the weekend.”

My pussy clenched. We had vaguely played with other couples before, but it was always the couples fucking amongst themselves with some light girl-on-girl to keep things spicy but not spark jealousy. This was shaping up to be a very different weekend. He pulled me closer, lifting me until I was straddling him over the blankets. I kept my chest tilted towards his but lifted my face slightly, knowing he could look down my shirt and see the possessive love bites from the night before that marked my skin like a Dalmatian’s spots. I felt his cock stiffen under the covers, a smile spreading across his face as he admired his handiwork. One hand brushed against my neck before gripping it softly and pulling me towards him. Our mouths attacked each other ferociously. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his eyes holding mine as the hand around my neck squeezed lightly with the most pleasurable dominance.

“I‘m yours.”

Henry ripped back the covers with the hand that wasn’t holding my neck, rotating us so that I was underneath him. The maneuver was impressive under normal circumstances, and he managed it without loosening his grip on my neck for a single second. He brought his face down to meet mine in a violent kiss, biting my lower lip hard as he pulled away. He removed his hand to attack my neck with his lips, retracing his steps from the night before with surprising gentleness, pressing soft kisses against each of the sensitive love bites. His hands grabbed the bottom of my sleep shirt and swiftly lifted it over my head before resting his chest against mine, not wanting to be apart from me for more than a second.

He was pressed against me so tightly that I couldn’t even grind my hips against him. I whimpered softly, needing more. He pulled at my sleep shorts and slid them and himself down my body, my legs falling open as his face neared my center. Henry rested his left elbow near my belly button, his arm pointing down my body. His hand pressed on my pelvis and pulled up gently, spreading the folds covering my clit. He lowered his face slowly, his warm breaths fanning over my skin. Finally, his lips made contact with my clit, softly at first but then gradually harder as his tongue snaked out to lick me slowly, intensely.

I threaded my hands into his hair and held him there, moaning softly. His tongue circled my clit slowly and then slid down to enter my pussy once, twice, three times, before coming back up to flick against my clit rapidly. My hands gripped his hair roughly, my moans rising in pitch. Henry’s other hand trailed down my body to begin dancing around the entrance to my pussy, teasing me with each feather-soft touch. Finally, he pushed his fingers in. I whispered his name on a deep exhale, his tongue lavishing my clit with attention as his fingers stroked my g-spot. “Juuuust like that,” I moaned.

He kept his movements consistent, massaging me to a slow, lazy orgasm. His name spilled from my lips over and over again as I ground against his face, my body shaking with pleasure. Pressing one final kiss against my clit with his soft lips, Henry slowly removed his fingers and began climbing back up my body. He kissed me, his lips slick with my juices. I moaned into it, loving the taste and the warmth of his mouth on mine. He reached down to pull his cock out from his sweatpants, not bothering to pull the waistband down all the way over his round ass. He slid into me easily and began fucking me with long, fluid thrusts.

My nails raked down his back, probably not breaking the skin but surely leaving angry red marks. He buried his face into my neck and groaned, his thrusts becoming rougher. “I’m not going to last long,” he moaned, his voice muffled by my skin.

I raked my nails back up his back, enjoying the deep groan it elicited. “Hurry up then,” I whispered, waves of pleasure racing up my body with each rough thrust, knowing he would hold back his orgasm just to spite my words.

A second orgasm washed over me immediately after I started pressing on my clit with my fingers, less intense than the first but still making me shake with pleasure. A minute or two more of thrusting and I could tell Henry was barely keeping it together. “I want you to cum on my tits,” I murmured into his ear.

That’s all it took. Henry wrenched himself off me and straddled my hips, jerking his slick, swollen cock roughly. After a couple pumps he was spraying thick ropes of cum across my chest, covering the love bites from the night before. I swirled one finger around the sticky mess and brought it up to my mouth, locking eyes with him as I licked the cum off my finger. Henry exhaled sharply and laid back down on top of me, pressing his chest against mine and kissing me deeply with my finger trapped between our mouths.

After a moment I giggled. “We’re going to be glued together I’d we don’t get up soon.”

“You’re also going to be late for work,” he replied, glancing at the clock on our bedside table.

“FUCK!”

By the time I had showered and dabbed half a tube of concealer on the more visible love bites, I was definitely late. I raced to the office and slid in my chair, panting heavily and knowing I wouldn’t be able to focus on my work.

I texted Elizabeth, my heartbeat still pounding in my chest. “We’re in ?”

[Part two cumming soon]

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