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!!!