My girlfriend and and I started dating in college, years ago. We had a fun, if vanilla, sex life. The most daring thing that happened was that I bought her her first few thongs. She knew I liked it when she wore them during sex, so she would do that. The sex was frequent and enthusiastic, and I was happy. I graduated, and she still had a few years left. Since I was living a plane ride away, she brought up an open relationship, and I agreed. I had some fun during the open relationship, but that’s another story. Our open relationship had a few ground rules: use protection, don’t get emotionally attached, and a general “don’t ask, don’t tell” when it comes to hook up details, as she didn’t want to he about what I was up to. We talked a lot about feelings, reassured each other we still loved each other, talked on the phone all the time, had some phone sex, etc. I didn’t think very much about the open relationship at all; it was just a normal distance relationship.
Some very subtle things were different, though. I’d bring a large box of condoms on a visit, expecting to use a few and leave the rest there for the next visit. But every time, she’d ask me tell me I needed to bring some. She never came out and said she was using the condoms I brought to fuck other guys, and I never asked, but it’s clear that was happening. When I’d visit, I’d sometimes see an empty condom wrapper that she’d missed while cleaning up, sometimes different brands than what I used. For a few months when I’d visit, I’d go to her top desk drawer to get a condom, and next to my box would be an open box of magnums. I’m a decidedly average guy (most girls have described me as “nice without being uncomfortable”), so she was seeing someone a big bigger during that time.
Before I graduated, she never shaved her pussy. When I’d visit during the open relationship, she always looked like she had shaved recently. Sometimes it looked like it had been a week, sometimes it looked like it had been no more than a day. I had asked her to shave before, but she always rebuffed me. Now, it was clear she was doing it constantly.
I continued to buy her lingerie from time to time, online and having it mailed to her. A few time she asked me for something in particular. Always sluttier and sluttier thongs. I remember one red g string in detail. She asked me to buy it for her, promised she’d wear it while we had sex. But the first two times after I visited, when I’d ask about it, she got embarrassed and said it was in the wash. It was clear I was buying her thongs to wear while she fucked other guys.
The biggest change, though, was her interest in oral. She had never really cared for me to eat her out before. But once the open relationship started, she was obsessed. Whenever I visited her dorm room, the first thing she always wanted me to do was to eat her out. She was always vocal enough in bed, but those times I ate her out, she was a new level. I’m sure the whole floor heard her. She’d grab my head and tell me how to lick and suck her until she came hard. We never discussed it, but it was clear she enjoyed sleeping around and then having her boyfriend eat her after. And the sex was always incredible, so I didn’t mind.
We had always agreed that when we lived in the same place again after she graduated, the open relationship would be over. And so it was. She still wore thongs. She stopped shaving her pussy, largely lost interest in oral. We still had sex frequently, and it was always hot as hell, though without the unspoken subtext that she was also slutting it up.I tried talking to her about it a few times in bed, and she’d get kinda pissed, and it would ruin that particular sexual encounter.
Recently, outside of bed, I told her I wanted to try the open relationship again. Except not me, just her. She was upset and angry. She accused me of wanting to cheat; I reassured her I really just wanted it to be her and not me. I woulnd’t Be open. She said I was trying to break up with her; I reassured her I wasn’t. I dropped it, and things between us were frosty for a few days, and I resolved to never talk about it again. Our lives returned to normal, both of us pretending I had never talked about it.
We were scheduled to go on vacation with her parents for a week. Before the vacation, she sat me down and told me she had found an orgy, and if I wanted her to go, I’d need to buy her a ticket ($200) and some new lingerie (another few hundred $$$). She had found some upscale, members-only sex party organization and joined on her own. She showed me the lingerie: a pink see through thong and bra that you could clearly see her tits and pussy through. I bought them for her, they arrived in the mail, I tried to ask about them but she always demurred.
The week we went on vacation with her parents, we had sex every day in our bedroom, always in the morning. She’d wake me up and ask, “are you thinking about me getting fucked?” She’d stroke my cock while I told her I wanted her to. She always had me eat her out, and then fuck her until we both came. I called her a dirty slut.
Saturday morning, we had changed our flight to a major city instead of home, and we got a hotel room for the night. Saturday morning, we had our normal sex, except she wasn’t cumming. I was holding back, pumping into her while trying not to cum, until she whispered, “It’s ok, I’m going to cum tonight while I’m getting fucked.” I lost it. I tried to fuck her hard, but she slowed me down. “If I’m going to be a slut tonight, you cant go so hard.” With that, I came deep inside of her. She left to take a shower, and when she came out, she had completely shaved. I tried to get her going again, but she rebuffed me. “I shaved for the party tonight. You can enjoy it after that.”
We flew to the hotel, checked in, she got dressed. The lingerie I hadn’t seen except when I had ordered it online, now on her body. She put on a tight dress, and left. When she came back hours later, she was drunk, her hair and makeup a mess. She took her dress off and lay in bed. She pulled her thong to the side and looked at me, her pussy looked well used. “Do you want to hear how it went?”
I was naked and on top of her. She grabbed my cock and started rubbing it over her smooth pussy. “You know, I’ve never shaved for you. Always when someone else was fucking me” she said as she rubbed the tip of my cock over where her bush had been when we fucked that morning. She told me how she had been fucked twice. Two different people. There was a shortage of places to have sex at the party, so she and someone she met stood in line waiting for an empty spot on one bed waiting for a place to open up. While they waited, he fingered her to an orgasm while they watched other couples fuck. When it was finally their turn, they wasted no time. She told me she was surprised she loved watching and being watched. She came on his cock, and then she took the condom off and swallowed him.
She kissed me deeply then as she kept rubbing my cock on her pussy. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it inside of her. She asked me if I liked knowing she fucked and swallowed another man just hours before. I said yes. She told me she didn’t bother putting her clothes back on at the orgy after she had sex with him. And after getting a bit of water and another drink, she found herself flirting with another guy. He told her he had enjoyed watching her earlier, and they immediately started making out. She took him back to the bed and fucked him, again playing with her pussy until she came on his cock, then taking his condom off and swallowing him. As soon as she said that, my mouth was over hers again, hungrily making out.
I’d been trying to fuck her this whole time, but she kept teasing me, rubbing my cock around her pussy, not letting me in until I had heard how she had been fucked. She made me look her in the eyes as she told me. She asked me if I liked buying her lingerie for other men to fuck her in. I said yes. She asked me if I liked that she only shaved for other men. I said yes. She asked if I wanted to be the third person to fucker her that night, to feel her pussy after it had already been used. And with that, with her looking in my eyes and smirking, I started to cum. I covered her pussy, her stomach, her thighs, the thong I bought her. I never made it inside her.
I wouldn’t make it inside of her for a few days after. Any time I was horny the next few days, she’d make me eat her pussy, and she’d tease me by jerking me off. It should have been foreplay, but she’d always finish me because I was too turned on. She teased me that I hadn’t fucked her in days, that I wasn’t the last person to fuck her, that she liked me eating her knowing I wasn’t the last person to fuck her.
A few days ago, she let me know there was another orgy coming up a few weeks from now, and had me buy her a ticket, book a hotel room, and buy her new lingerie for that. It seems this is going to become a normal part of our sex life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ztvwk/how_i_started_paying_for_my_girlfriend_to_go_to