My boyfriend and I at the time had an open relationship and had already explored it many times (a few stories in my profile). In this case, we were fascinated and turned on by the idea of meeting somebody new especially since we were traveling and visiting a new city. He made the suggestion we’d both download tinder and see if we could both get lucky during our trip so I figured why not?
Now we both were very aware of the fact that I was going to get a lot more attention than him on these apps and luckily jealousy didn’t play into it because by the end of the first day, I had wayyyy too many matches and messages to scroll through. Luckily it’s easy to filter out the very boring one word answers but I ended up finding a cute guy named Josh. Looked fit, had an interest in running, was charming and knew how to flirt. I was interested and admittedly I left the conversation about how I had a boyfriend and was in an open relationship. It tends to turn the conversation into sex almost immediately and honestly I kind of enjoyed the courtship and his “pursuit” of me.
That isn’t to say the conversation didn’t get sexual. My boyfriend and I explored the city for another day as Josh and I continued to text and eventually it started to get dirty. I sent pictures of myself visiting the city (all very harmless mind you!) and his interest immediately jumped to my face and lips. I looked cute that day, my hair felt great and my makeup was really on point and he showered me with compliments and his desire to taste my lipgloss. I obviously teased him back, sending more and more suggestive but still relatively harmless pictures of me including some more pictures of me, maybe a little bit of tongue sticking out, me eating ice cream and licking it. It felt fun and obviously I wanted to continue to get his imagination going.
He took the cue and immediately subtle suggestions about his cock replacing my ice cream became our new topic of conversation. That devolved into blowjobs which inevitably led to him saying:
“I do enjoy a great blowjob, but it can’t be the only fun I have that night.”
“What? Why?”
“I just don’t find it a satisfying end”
He would eventually reveal that he had never cum from a blowjob which is incredibly sad! I teased him more throughout that night suggesting that he would never say that if he had met me and at that point it was on. I knew that this was something I had to conquer and prove him wrong. The satisfaction of achieving this would feel soooo good and I even told him that I was ready to prove him wrong.
We settled on a movie date the next day and he came by to pick me up. I got in his car and we quickly drove him, with the conversation starting out quite tame but I always had a good sense of things and the tension was real. His eyes would linger and glance anytime we were stopped and I could see the excitement in his body language.
We arrived in the parking garage and I suggested to him that we parked further down. It made sense. He had a big truck so he wouldn’t really be hogging up too much space but also it gave just enough privacy to do what I wanted with him. He parked the car, looked at me and again mentioned how good I looked and at that point I told him “just come here” and pulled his lips towards mine.
It was hot. He bit my lip and his hands held my face as he kissed me passionately. His cologne was intoxicating and I loved how strong but gentle his lips felt. Most of my previous hookups, they wanted to go straight to the main course but Josh knew how to build it up from him kissing my neck to taking small but precious breaks in the action. I loved it and I could tell he loved it too. My hand rested on his cock which was rock hard in his jeans as I glanced to the back seat of the car. He smiled and we immediately relocated.
We continued to kiss as my hand worked its way down to his jeans and unleashed his cock. It was a nice looking cock, about average in what I have experienced which was perfect especially in this case. I positioned his legs so that he faced me and I stared at him intently as I slowly ran my lips and grazed the head of his cock. I knew I had him and I slowly wrapped my lips around him and lowered my head, consuming it in its entirety.
I looked at his reaction doing my best to see what drove him crazy. Was it my tongue? My hands roaming his chest? My hands stroking and twisting with his cock between my lips? Turns out it was all of the above! His legs squirmed underneath me and his head rocked back as he groaned from complete pleasure I was giving him. I felt sooo good and sooo turned on knowing what I could do with him that nobody else has before.
“Fuck, you are going to make me cum” he’d moan and that was my invitation to speed up. I stroked him faster as my mouth held tight around his head. “God I’m going to cum!” he’d yell as his legs almost jerked back. Later he’d tell me he moved back thinking he would cum on his hand or on his car but I knew that if he was finally going to cum from a blowjob, it would be memorable. And finally, he came. My lips continued to hold tight as my hands slowed down, gently stroking out each drop from him. For what felt like a few minutes, his cock continued to twitch as I swallowed and finally let go with my mouth, my hands continuing to slowly stroke and hold on.
He stared at me and was beaming, his body the most relaxed I have ever seen him. “Trish, you are incredible”. I was ecstatic and later that night when I came back to my boyfriend, he could see in my smile that I had a great night.
All of the fun ended up making us late for the movie so we decided to grab dinner nearby. His attitude completely changed as he was relaxed and fun as I remember our feet being in constant contact with each other through the entire night. He dropped me off that night and we had another memorable make out session before I walked back up to my airbnb. I didn’t get another chance to see Josh again that trip but I did end up visiting the city again and obviously caught up with him. Maybe another story in the future!
Author: trish_runs
He wanted to be with an asian girl. I wanted to try BBC. My boyfriend wanted to watch. It was a match made in heaven [MF]
So girls talk. To my closest friends, I’ve admitted and discussed my open relationship with my boyfriend. We were a small group and there were very little secrets between us. I’ve had a few adventures (you can see a few stories I’ve posted here) and they’ve always been curious about what it’s like and how it’s been. I don’t tell them all the naughty details but just more the emotional aspect and how it felt when I was able to break out of my previous shell.
I knew my friends since High School and I definitely was not the same confident woman I try to be (or at least show in my writing). I was awkward and shy but my friends were not so they always tried to help me realize my potential? Truly, I was not a very cool person to hang out with but I did have great friends. It wasn’t until university where I really had my glow up and started finding my style, embracing being cute or sexy when needed and accepting my awkwardness. So for them to hear about all the fun I’d been having was a complete culture shock and one where they had so many questions about.
It inevitably became a conversation about what is “left” on our lists in terms of what we wanted to try. Now all of us were in long term relationships and I was the only one who was in an open relationship so a lot of the kinks were not so unique. Anal, BDSM, roleplay. I felt like I was the only one who had the opportunity to explore more so I quickly threw out one that my boyfriend and I were always curious about. Big black cock.
We all laughed and joked about how “if you go black, you can never go back”. It wasn’t an experience they have had either and with the wine flowing, we just joked around and I thought that was the end of it. It wasn’t until the end of the night, my friend Rachel kind of pulled me aside and talked to me in the kitchen as we began cleaning up.
“You know, I’ve heard that Christian might be… what you might be looking for” She told me. I gave her a confused look and she quickly made a phallic gesture with her hands. Christian was a mutual friend of ours from High School who also went to the same university as me. We were never close but we were in the same circles so I knew him enough. I can’t say I was ever attracted to him even though he was a good looking guy but I was immediately intrigued. The fantasy was mostly driven by my boyfriend but I’ve quickly learned that when my boyfriend loves something, it became something that I loved too. I talked to Rachel and secretly implied that if Christian were to find out I was in an open relationship, that will be ok with me. I don’t like to advertise this news to people that I don’t trust given the backlash it gets sometimes but he was trustworthy and I wanted to see what he would do with this information.
The night ended and I headed up to tell Harry, my boyfriend, all about it including about Christian. We watched some BBC porn (it soon became one of our many favorites), we played it up in our own personal time and that was that. At least until a couple weeks later when I got a DM on IG from Christian.
“Hey it’s a shame we go to the same school and haven’t hung out in a while. How have you been?”
Now it’s not out of the blue for him to message. We like each other’s photos, we are in the same group chats but in this case, it was clear what was happening. We messaged back and forth and eventually migrated to text before I questioned him about his intentions. He was quick to admit that Rachel had told him something that he wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear.
“It’s true. Harry and I are in an open relationship.” I confirmed his suspicions and the conversation immediately took a turn. From the very casual how are things, reunions are hard to come by, people we know are getting married shock to the now dirty talk, everything was on the table. I admit the texts are gone now so I’m just basing this on memory but we talked about my previous experiences and how he was single but enjoying that part of life. At one point, we talked about porn and how we’ve wanted to explore more fantasies which inevitably led to us talking about BBC.
Harry was watching the conversation and we both were turned on just seeing the ramp up to what we felt was inevitable. He insisted I send him a picture of myself just to move the conversation along since in his mind, we were dancing around the idea of us fucking each other’s brains out. So I sent a very suggestive picture of me entering the shower. It took many efforts before Harry and I were happy with the shot. I entered the shower and immediately was responded back with what was probably one of my favorite dick pics. I remember being in the shower, water running down my back as we began texting back and forth.
“Fuck me that cock is gorgeous”. It immediately got steamy and I sent more photos while he sent videos of him stroking himself. At one point, he tried to facetime me but I couldn’t just keep wasting hot water like that.
We would continue to sext for weeks, for some reason never wanting to meet up. I think part of me had that reluctance of actually indulging into this fantasy, worrying that maybe if I do go black, I can’t go back. Harry was happily enjoying the texting and seeing all the sexting we were doing. We knew that there was a moment where we’d both be in the same place and that was at our mutual friend’s wedding. There was never any discussion over it, never any planning. We both knew we were going and we both knew that all of this was foreplay towards that evening.
I remember not meeting up with any other men during those few weeks. Again, I don’t really remember my mindset around that time beyond just feeling immensely satisfied with my boyfriend and with sexting Christian. Christian and I would send each other porn and gifs to watch and he would continue to mention how he’s never been with an asian women. Yellow fever never really did it for me but for some reason, the fantasy and taboo of it just made it incredibly hot in the moment.
By the time the wedding weekend was here, Harry told me he didn’t want to go to the wedding but instead, just wanted to wait in the hotel room for when I would finally bring Christian back to our room. He wanted me to text him throughout the night and just be ready to watch all of it unfold in front of him. I was confused and honestly a little upset. I had RSVP’d with him and it felt rude to not go but I could tell that this was a fantasy he really wanted so I obliged.
I went to the wedding in a somewhat figure hugging olive green dress with my hair curled and my makeup done. I remember entering the wedding ceremony and nervously looking around to find Christian but not seeing him. Rachel even gave me concerned looks wondering if I was worried somebody was after me. I told her no no, everything is ok. The ceremony ended and it was absolutely beautiful but Christian was nowhere to be seen.
We went to reception and I mingled with a lot of my old classmates and the classic talk about how Grad school was, how my boyfriend was, was I enjoying where I lived and did I miss my hometown. I remember stuffing my face with some hors d’oeuvres before a deep voice behind me said “You look gorgeous Trish” only for me to turn around and be almost speechless. Christian stood in front of me and I don’t know if it was just his outfit or the weeks of foreplay but I was just mindblown attracted to him at that point.
We flirted and talked throughout the night and even though we sat at different tables for dinner, we found ourselves back to each other afterwards. We danced, laughed, and drank a lot but all relatively PG around our friends. But every quiet moment alone, he’d almost always find a way to tell me something dirty. “Call me daddy tonight” he’d say as he’d gently brush his hand over my ass. A few times, when we thought we had some privacy, I could tell he wanted to kiss me but I told him that I wanted all of what we do to be in the hotel room for Harry to see. He understood the fantasy and was ready to play it up.
The night slowly ended and we opted to take an uber together back to the hotel. Our mutual friend joined us (just to minimize suspicion) so the sexual tension in the uber was palpatable. His leg pressed against mine, it felt like we were trying to break the fabric between us. We reached the hotel and awkwardly our friend was also on the same floor as us so we went to our separate rooms before I texted him my room number.
Harry sat quietly in the corner of the room watching as I opened the door only to be met with force as Christian pulled me close by my waist and kissed me as the door closed behind him. It was pure lust as we’d be gasping for air before our lips met again, me doing my best to rip off his clothes and undo his belt. I knew what I was after. When it finally was just his underwear left, I ripped it off and immediately was met with the largest cock I’d ever been with. I remember putting both my hands on it and saying “Holy fuck, what am I supposed to do with this”. I kissed the shaft and licked it, doing my best to get a reaction out of Christian and Harry. Harry sat, cock in hand as he slowly stroked matching my rhythm before I did my best to wrap my lips around this big black cock.
My jaw was not enjoying it but my body knew that I needed to conquer this. I took many breaks, stroking it with my hands, kissing it, teasing his full balls but I knew that it wasn’t my mouth that was going to win. I looked up and begged for him to fuck me. “Daddy, please just fuck me” I said as he positioned himself over me. I was so wet at that point as he fingered me, continuing to make me beg for his cock. I remembered closing my eyes, my head tilted back as I was in heaven but still wasn’t given what I was after. I told him again and again “Please give me your cock”, only for him to tease the entrance of my pussy with his cock until finally, he pushed in.
It was a wild feeling, him thrusting slowly into me. I felt my body almost adjust for him as I took deep breaths watching it impale me. I had my hands on his chest, doing my best to pace him as my body slowly warmed up to it, me almost wincing every time he pushed deeper. But he had his own pace and he started to push more and more as I told him to please slow down. My legs pulled him in, doing my best to control the rhythm but he fucked me his own way. Harry watched and later on described me as “fighting for my life”. Apparently my eyes were wide open doing my best to focus but in my mind, all I remember was being completely lost in the moment and feeling incredible as I came onto his cock.
I pulled his face into mine and told him I wanted to be on top as we made out, him slowly rolling us over. I began to slowly push myself down and up, quickly learning that he was my favorite cock to ride. It was incredible, being able to just ride him with complete control given his size and every movement was so pleasurable. His hands ventured to my nipples as he pulled them, almost making me scream in pleasure. But he wanted control again and he held my waist and started fucking me from underneath as I rested my hands on his shoulders. I could tell he was getting close to cumming and I was just a toy for him to use. He pulled out just before he came, took off the condom and started stroking his cock right in front of my face as my body was shaking from the fucking I received. He came all over me as I sat there in shock of what I had just experienced.
I pulled his cock and slowly began licking him and blowing him again. I was his slut that night and I wanted him to know. I cleaned his cock up with my mouth before we went to clean ourselves up in the shower. Harry came in after us, completely in a mess as we talked about how that was one of his favorite experiences he’s ever had. The alcohol was at that point too much and after our shower, we all collapsed on the bed, with Christian spooning me naked in bed.
We woke up early in the morning (I never sleep well when I had many drinks) cleaned up and laid in bed, me stroking his cock awake. We talked about last night, casually joking around while I stroked him and him telling me how gorgeous I looked holding his cock. He would later fuck me from behind against the hotel window, telling Harry that “everybody needs to see how much this slut loves my cock”.
Christian and I after that night spent a lot more time together. We realized that we had a lot of mutual interests and obviously enjoyed fucking each other like animals. There was so little judgment that we almost used each other to fulfill each other’s secret fantasies. We would do all kinds of roleplays, he’d tell me his favorite lingeries or outfits, I’d be wearing wigs and costumes, he’d tie me up and make me his sex toy. It was incredibly enjoyable and satisfying.
It did create some unhealthy jealousy between my boyfriend and him so our sexual relationship had to eventually stop but we remained good friends. I don’t miss the sex but I do look back at the memories and think about how good some of those moments were. I might talk about our last encounter and dive more into the jealousy in a future story. We are quite open about talking about these things and really want to promote healthy communication! Hope you all enjoyed the story and again feel free to let me know what you enjoyed!!!
Jokingly flirting with my former student led to fucking in front of my boyfriend [MF]
I’ve told a few stories about my open relationship with my boyfriend on my profile. This story is when our open relationship has been going on for a while. At this time, we’ve explored it together and individually and really started to be more confident in what we were doing. We knew what we liked and we really began enjoying it fully!
Now Harry had really emphasized his love for hearing about me fucking around. He’d talk about the thrill and the jealousy he’d feel and especially when I’d fuck somebody with a huge cock or a gorgeous body, he’d make me tell every detail. It became a huge turn on for me and I inevitably began looking for guys who would really get the biggest reaction out of him.
Running with the bull [FM]
I need to give credit where credit is due. I’ve talked to Jason about me writing our experiences online and he came up with the name. He’s also reminded me a few more details about our experiences so hopefully that means a little more sexy details and a little more buildup since I am very very forgetful!
This is a continuation of my last story where I had just met Jason for the first time and experienced my first threesome with him and my boyfriend. We texted through the day and he decided he wanted to join me on my run that night. He did fuck up my schedule given our very steamy encounter the night before since I normally run in the morning and given how dark things get late in the year, I was not the most comfortable running alone at night. He framed it as a safety thing but I knew what he wanted. I remember telling myself that he wouldn’t be getting any that night and that this was purely a platonic run. Regardless of the mutual attraction, I didn’t want to just fuck him again that day.
[FMM] When you find that perfect, big cock, you never want to let go
This is a continuation of my previous story you can find on my profile! Again, this is long so feel free to skip to any of the sexy parts but if you like the slow burn and all the context, please read on! Again, I did fictionalize some of the details and some of the story just to keep it more anonymous but the sexy details and my feelings throughout are what I remember!
**BACKGROUND**
[MF] First time we opened up our relationship
So for context, this story does have some fiction only to keep things anonymous and to make sure the details aren’t too obvious for those who happen to be involved. This happened when my boyfriend Harry and I (24M and 24F )had been dating for a couple of years in university. We were a lot of each other’s firsts when we met and even though we both lived relatively quiet lives, we had a lot of fun learning what made each of us click and obviously exploring our sexualities. This is a long story so feel free to skip to the juicy parts!
At some point, our conversation dived into experiences we missed. Maybe it was the videos on YouTube about people talking about the number of partners they had or it was just repressed desires but the topic of opening up our relationship came up. We had heard about the fun our friends were by just “having fun” and we just felt like we had missed out on that phase in our life. Little did I realize, it was a fantasy my boyfriend has had for a longer and this was an opportunity to make us both happy.