Boyfriends Bondage Demonstration Leads To Me Blowing His Buddy [MFM]

This story is a follow up to [another story I posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4d9awd/my_first_time_was_a_bit_different/). That’s a decent intro to my relationship with this boyfriend I dated for quite a long time. Our relationship relied heavily on sex; naturally, we were quite kinky. He was very controlling in bed. One of our favorite things was bondage. Up until this point we had done basically done everything but sex with other people.

I was well aware he told a few of his friends all about our sex life, showing pictures and delving into extreme detail. If we were hanging out with just them they would always bring it up someway or another, and my bf just encouraged it. It was embarrassing but I kinda liked it. I wouldn’t say much since I’m pretty shy, mostly just smiling and playing along. There was a stint where we hung out with these guys all the time, like several times a week. My boyfriend grew ever more bold when they were around, slapping my ass, telling me to fetch drinks, having me wear skimpy clothing, calling me slut… All this in front of them and we loved it. For us this turned into an extension of sex, he started to act just as controlling when they were around as he was in bed.

My First Time was A Bit Different

A little backstory. This guys dad knew my dad from college, and we kinda sorta not really grew up together. When we were super little we hung out all the time, we were both only child’s. We never hung out much when we entered middle school. We still had each-others numbers, and would occasionally reunite.

One night during the summer he called me asking to hang out. He had recently gotten his drivers license and since his parents were away on vacation. He was gonna drive around as much he wanted. I happened to also have my parents away on vacation. So curfew was out the window. We drove around all over town for hours. It was this exciting new sense of freedom we were sharing together. Eventually though we got bored. So we decided to go to his house. We ordered pizza, played games, and watched TV well into the night. Milking this freedom as much we could.

We got to a point where we were just talking. We kind of opened up about ourselves to one another. “Have you ever had sex?” he asked me out of the blue. “No. Have you?” “No.” We talked about sex for hours. We seemed to click on the subject. Particularly about bondage, which was our favorite porn genre. He obsessed about how he particularly liked when girls had their hands tied behind their back.