So, a few months ago, maybe even a year ago, my girlfriend (who I shall henceforth refer to as Rae) and I, both of whom are now 24 and were at the time of this story 23, agreed to have an open relationship. Although the relationship is somewhat open, we still have fairly clear boundaries:
+ No fucking each other’s mutual friends
+ No relationships, only casual sex
+ No indiscriminate fucking, we have to tell each other every time we fuck someone.
+ Lastly, we can’t fuck any more people than the other person. That is to say, every time I fuck someone, I have to wait until she fucks someone and the score has been balanced before I can fuck another person, and vice versa.
That might seem restrictive, but actually I would argue that it gives us more freedom. But that’s a deeper philosophical topic, and I don’t really wish to discuss philosophy here. We also agreed that we would both wait for me to fuck another girl first, since we both agreed that it would be much harder for me to get laid than it would be for her to get laid (thus, we would avoid a situation in which there would be an extended period where one of us has had sex with someone else while the other person has not).