I wanted to write about me and my wife’s first experience with another couple. Please forgive my grammar and what not, I’m far from a professional writer, and I’m not even an avid reader. That said if there’s any tips on how to make this more readable, I’ll gladly accept the constructive criticism. What I won’t accept is any moralizing about our, or anybody else’s relationship model. This story involves ethical non-monogamy, Don’t like that? don’t read it.
Back in 2014 my wife, Kelly had a huge crush on a woman named Jen whom she had met through her ren-fair group. She did her best to try to get to know her, but only seeing her at various camping events, and knowing that she was married, my wife didn’t really push the issue and admired from afar.
That all changed in the spring when their group was playing an old medieval kissing game around the campfire. The game involved an orange with cloves stuck into the skin. A person would give this orange to a person they fancied, and depending on how the receiver removed a clove they would be giving permission (or not) for anything from a kiss on the hand right up to an “exploratory” kiss. My wife was ecstatic when she noticed Jen approaching from the shadows on the other side of the large fire with the orange in her hand. As soon as Kelly received the fruit, she immediately locked eyes with Jen and removed a clove with her teeth, storing it in her cheek. This was the sign for a deep kiss, and Jen didn’t hesitate to start making out, working hard to explore every inch of my wife’s mouth, with her hands starting to intertwine into Kelly’s hair. The kiss was so passionate and sexy that you could actually hear the murmur of conversation around the fire go almost silent until they were done.
Nothing more happened that night, and outside of my wife chatting online with Jen periodically, we didn’t really have much contact with her for a few months. Until about mid-summer when Jen’s husband was away for work and she didn’t want to be alone. She asked if she could come visit to get some help on some costume sewing. She came over on a Saturday night with the intention of staying over as it was about a 3-hour drive. This was the first time I actually got to meet her as I didn’t typically join my wife at the ren-fairs. I was instantly smitten by Jen when I saw her. She was short with black hair, amazing hips, and a white girl booty that she had squeezed into jeans that were probably a size too small. I also noticed a small smattering of adorable freckles across her nose, and smile and eyes that just melt your heart. I made some homemade pizza for us and we mostly just made small talk over dinner. When we were done the girls worked on their crafts in the kitchen, while I was on the computer in the living room. I was trying to give them a bit of space to get to know one another. Eventually they finished what they were doing and joined me in the living room. We spent the rest of the night chatting, sometimes about sexy things. We talked about non-monogamy, Jen explained how she and her husband are polyamorous and what that means. I talked about how we had always had an open relationship for sexy times, but never had the opportunity to take advantage of it. We ended up putting on some videos and podcast clips of Dan Savage talking about non-monogamy and had a great conversation about jealousy, compersion and consent. The sexual tension was high that night but nothing physical happened between any of us. I was mostly worried I was a third wheel, and Jen was there for Kelly, not me, and I think Jen was worried about being to forceful. We set Jen up on the couch and headed to our bed. My wife and I talked quietly about how adorable Jen was and how we defiantly were down with this whole idea polyamory. The whole time, teasing each other with our hands, but not wanting to get too crazy or loud and make Jen jealous or uncomfortable, as our house is very small and the bedroom is right off the living room.
The next time my wife saw Jen was later in the summer at another camping event. Again, late at night around the campfire. Jen’s husband had gone to bed early, and she was getting really flirty and handsy with another gentleman that my wife didn’t know. My wife was sitting in her camp chair beside this guy who at this point in the night had Jen sitting in his lap. Jen was fairly drunk so even as most of the people around the fire had gone to bed, my wife wanted to hang around to make sure she was safe. After a couple hours, it was just the three of them left sitting at the mostly dead camp fire. Jen was clearly turned on as she kept switching between making out while straddling the guy in his chair and sitting in his lap while he massaged her breasts over her medieval style dress. Jen kept reaching out and holding my wife’s hand during this, and still maintaining some small talk. Eventually Jen was squirming, horny as hell and wanted to go somewhere more private. The three of them, all rather tipsy tumbled into a random event tent that had a rug on the grass, but no walls. Obscured by just the night’s darkness they laid down beside each other with Jen in the middle. It came to light that Jen and this gentleman had played around before and he knew that she was rather submissive. He took off his belt and used it to tie her wrists together. Meanwhile Kelly was digging through the ridiculous number of layers that comes with a medieval costume, trying to get to Jen’s pussy. Finally, successful in her dress spelunking my wife was able to lick and kiss Jen’s very wet slit while the guy forcefully held Jen down, pulling her hair and holding her hands above her head. Didn’t take long at all for Jen to have a very explosive orgasm, making a mess of her dress and soaking Kelly’s chin. After Jen had quieted down and almost started to pass out from alcohol and post orgasmic bliss, the three of them noticed the birds chirping and that slight blue you see just before dawn. Jen was not conscious enough for anything more and my wife didn’t have any interest in rando-dude, so they sent him off to his tent with what I imagine were the world’s worst case of blue balls. After helping Jen back to her tent and making sure she was tucked in with her hubby, Kelly finally crawled into her own tent. Having not had any stimulation other than a bit of clumsy pussy rubbing Jen had done over her panties, Kelly fingered herself into a deep sleep. Tragically she was awoken by her phone’s alarm barely two hours later. She had signed up to help with the group breakfast so with her thighs and pussy still slick from the amazing night she very groggily made her way to the kitchen tent.
After my wife had come home from the weekend event and had napped, she told me all about her night while idly stroking and playing with my cock. I got harder and harder while she told me every detail of her experience. I eventually came all over her hands, surprising both of us as I usually don’t orgasm from hand jobs or oral, never mind just idle handling. We continued playing with each other for the rest of the night talking about what we wanted out of non-monogamy and our fantasies and preferences involving playing with other people.
I was really excited about what the future held, but unfortunately life seriously got in the way and we didn’t see Jen until late September when they invited us to spend the weekend at their farm. I’ll save that weekend for the next story though.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/83qsj2/mff_fm_experiences_in_polyamory_getting_to_know
Great story, my only writing advice is the paragraphs were too large for me. I prefer 4 to 5 sentences top per paragraphs as it helps me keep my place while reading. I would love to read more stories from you. This was hot.