When I was 30 I moved across the country, changed jobs, and explored a lot of my world views and beliefs. I was familiar with ethical non-monogamy (ENM) after having read ‘The Ethical Slut’ and ‘Sex at Dawn’ and a few other books a few years prior. I tried to apply ethical practices and approaches to the way I engaged in sex and relationships. One of the things that occurred to me during my self-exploration was that I was polyamorous. I had tried partner swapping, swinging, and threeways but that never really scratched the itch that I had. When I reflected back on the partners that I did have throughout my sexual history the thing that stuck out to me the most was that the sex was better when I felt connected with them. I wasn’t just in it for the sex or the orgasm or the conquest. I liked connecting with people, caring about them, allowing myself to love them — even if it wasn’t in the traditional or normal way we like to identify love in our culture.
I did a lot of reading on the poly lifestyle and started to explore that sub-culture quite a bit. Eventually I met someone, I’ll call her Kate, who was in a poly / open relationship with her long term boyfriend and was looking to meet new potential partners. She and I hit it off pretty well and went on a few dates to get to know one another and there was a lot of chemistry between us. She was young, maybe 21 or 22 at the time, beautiful, and had an incredible energy about her. She had long dark hair, big blue eyes, and big full lips. During our first date I asked her about the rules and limits of her relationship with her primary and they all sounded reasonable to me.
She told me that she was also dating at least one other person and had been for a few months. She enjoyed different things from each of her lovers and was very interested in adding me to her life in some way. Of course, that was after we had both gotten STD tested and addressed all the other aspects of the rules she and her primary had. The end result was setting up another date that ended up back at my place.
Sex with her was incredibly satisfying. Being able to have a casual relationship that also freely allowed intense emotional connection meant that we took our time, explored one another (as opposed to groping one another), and made love instead of just having sex or fucking. Not to say that there weren’t times she and I just fucked like animals or had fun sex, but we also got to connect and do something special very early on.
She was tall, skinny, with creamy pale skin. Her breasts weren’t large but they fit her frame perfectly. Her butt… well… perfection. One of the best butts I have ever seen, felt, fucked, or fantasized about in my life.
I remember, after exploring one another and kissing each others bodies all over, finally having the chance to go down on her. She spread her long slender legs apart for me and presented this flawless little shaved pussy. I kissed my way down her thighs and stopped right before reaching her labia. I kissed my way back up her stomach and torso — stopping to take each of her perky nipples into my mouth — before continuing up to kiss her tenderly and deeply one last time. Then I jumped right back down between her legs and started to lap away at her.
Our physical and emotional connection was very strong and the intensity with which she watched me satisfy her was deep. She was slow to build up to her first orgasm, but when it finally arrived it was sensational. She placed her hands over my head and relaxed her legs on my shoulders. Then she lifted her hips up and began to moan my name deep and loud.
We made out passionately after she stopped cumming — she loved the taste of her own pussy on my lips and sucked at them to get every last drop she could. As we kissed we started to allow our hands to wander again almost restarting things from the beginning with the growing fondness for one another’s touch. We kissed far longer than I would have thought we would and indulged ourselves in the moment before going to the next stage.
“I want to make love to you.” She stopped me to tell me. I knew she meant it exactly as she said it. She wanted something special and she wanted it from me. I nodded my head ‘yes’ and then we kissed for a while longer.
I took a moment to grab a condom and put it on while she kissed my neck and ran her hands down my back and over my buttocks. When I was ready she lay on her back and opened her legs — inviting me in as it were — and looked at me with longing and loving eyes. I kissed my way up her body and, as I reached her breasts, I slowly pushed myself into her. By the time all of me was inside her we were back to kissing and we just continued like that as we got used to the intimacy.
I hadn’t ‘made love’ with anyone in a long time and I realized that I missed it. Over the course of the next fifteen or twenty minutes we just slowly enjoyed one another. No dirty talk, no ass slapping, no sudden aggressive thrusting or flipping her over to take her from behind like animals. When we changed positions it was intentional and soft and slow. When she got close to cumming I would maintain an even thrust to ensure that she had the exact orgasm that she wanted. When I finally came it was intense and long and I felt like I had lost myself in the moment for far too many moments.
We took a long time to recover and talk and bond. We watched Amelie and cuddled and kissed. It felt nice to feel loved again and to share love — even if this was only our second date and jumping to the word love was something I never would have done at any earlier part of my life. When the movie was over she kissed me, got up to use the bathroom, and I assumed she was getting ready to leave.
She walked back in, still nude, and smiled at me as I lay on the bed. “I want you to fuck me next time.” She put her hands on her hips and looked like a badass rockstar ready for me.
“How about I fuck you right now?”
“You can?”
“Of course.” I shot back at her and presented my slowly engorging cock as evidence.
“Oh my god, I didn’t think guys could get hard again so soon.”
“It’s been like… two hours?” I said incredulously.
“Is that long?”
“I can normally get hard again in five to ten minutes.”
Her eyes got as big as goose eggs, “Really?” I was completely erect as she crawled into bed and kissed me.
“Yeah, really. Now…” I took a long pause, “You ready to get fucked for real?”
“Yeah!”
Her smile was both innocent and provocative and I was wildly turned on. I had not tried to initiate a second sex session after that first one because it had been so different and I didn’t think I’d be able to pull off another “making love” session again with the same level of intensity. I could definitely fuck though.
She got on her hands and knees in front of me and backed her ass up toward my face as she put her head into the pillows. I could see that she was wet, but I wanted to double down and make sure. I leaned in and licked her pussy from her clit to her taint several times before I started to flick it against her asshole and rimmed her.
“Oh my god!” She shot a look back at me, “That is amazing.”
“I thought you’d like it.” I replied confidently before going back to it. I spit on her butthole and let the saliva drip down her pussy. I slid another condom on, got into a squat behind her, and pushed myself all the way into her. For as long as my legs could sustain me I held onto her hips for dear life I pumped my cock in and out of her. When I felt my quads giving up I flipped her over and shoved myself into her again, grabbing her perky little tits, squeezing her nipples, and occasionally placing a hand around her throat to choke just a little bit of oxygen away.
I could tell right away that this was what she was after. Sure, she wanted to make love — and it had been amazing — but she was a girl looking to fuck. She started to dirty talk for me and tell me about how much she loved my cock. I told her how badly I wanted to cum on her face and slap her ass. The sex was incredible even if it didn’t last all that long. When we were done and she did finally leave she told me that she wanted to see me again the following week as soon as I was free.
We coordinated our schedules and had a nice date and three good fucks a few days later. Then the same thing the week after that and the week after that. We spent the entire summer seeing one another every few days for different sessions of love making, fucking, and just enjoying talking to each other.
Toward the end of summer I made the decision that I was going to move across the country and she and I had a “breaking up without breaking up” conversation. She asked me not to go — but I told her that I couldn’t justify staying there if the only good reason I had was a once-a-week relationship with her, knowing full-well that she had at least two other boyfriends. She understood, but admitted that she was disappointed that we hadn’t had the chance to fulfill one of her long-term fantasies.
“What fantasy is that?” I asked — not recalling anything she had mentioned that we hadn’t done to that point.
“Well,” she started shyly, “I always wanted to have sex with two guys at once… and I was hoping one of them would be you.”
“You never told me that!?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you would like that or not.”
“Of course I would! I want to make you happy. I want you to have everything. I would try anything you were interested in.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely! I’ll still be here for another month. Lets do it.”
“Ohmygod!” She had never looked so excited. “Really? Yessss!”
She talked to one of her other boyfriends and he was interested as well, but he had some additional stipulations. We all talked and coordinated and tried to set something up and it worked out that we could make it work about three days before I was ready to move. We were going to meet at his place about an hours drive away. I hopped on public transit and started the slow journey to meet her so we could drive down to his place.
About five minutes before I got to her stop she messaged me and told me that her other guy had just come up with some new rule where I couldn’t do something with her while he was there. It was either no kissing or no going down on her or something that was absolutely stupid to me. She was waiting to pick me up and as I thought about these new constraints I decided it wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t going to have any fun if this other guy was telling me what I could or could not do with a person that I was also intimate with.
I told her as much and she got upset — obviously — but she understood my position. Similarly, she didn’t like his rules either. I told her I was just going to turn around and go back home — I had a lot of packing still to do and loose ends to tie up. That was that. I returned back to my house and didn’t see her again until I went back to town to visit about a year later.
We almost had a partner swap that time too… but again her guy got in the way. Long story short — my girlfriend at the time and I went to visit and met up with a bunch of my old friends, Kate, and her boyfriend. She had been very excited to see me again and we had discussed the idea of partner swapping or having an orgy — since my girlfriend at the time was into the idea as well.
Unfortunately, her boyfriend wasn’t into it when the day finally came. She was… she had her hand on my leg and crotch the whole night during dinner and drinks and kissed me several times while everyone watched confused that some stranger was kissing me in front of my girlfriend. I stayed in touch with her for a while, but eventually she fell off the face of the earth. I think her boyfriend became more and more controlling the longer they were together and slowly cut her off from everything else.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nknz0v/she_had_two_other_boyfriends_but_i_think_i_was