She Opened Up The Relationship

“Alright, boys,” she said in a playful tone. “Follow me?”

I suppressed my proud smile, so in love with her.

She eyed Stephen and I up and down. “Who’s first?”

I feigned shock. “Where are your manners? Obviously the guest gets the first go.” To tell the truth, I liked sloppy seconds.

“Oh, my!” She exclaimed, leaping on the bed. “Where are my manners?” She grabbed Stephen’s cock and pulled him towards her. She was young, fit, eager, in her element. This is what she did best.

It had been her idea to open up the relationship. I’d resisted at first. But I knew what she was. She was a freak.

Should I hold it against her that she wanted to live life to the fullest? I desperately wanted to be with her, and if this was the only way, then I’d take it. But I’d grown to really love our lifestyle. Maybe she’d settle down as we got older — maybe not — either way, I was happy to be with her. I was in love with her. And she was in love with me, too. So what if she wanted to experiment, to sleep with other men and women? She’d grown up sexually repressed, in a suffocating environment. When she turned 18, she left home to live with me and moved into my apartment. Her parents were furious, but we were in love. After a couple years, it became clearer that she wanted…more. She wanted to be wild, to be who she’d really always been, deep down. And I wanted to let her.

Besides, why was I jealous? I knew her heart belonged to me. Why should I hold it against her if she wanted to fuck other guys? Would I also be jealous if she ate a really good meal that I didn’t cook? I really, really loved her, and I wanted what was best for her; I wanted her to experience as much pleasure as possible. That meant sharing her. If I really wanted her to experience all that life had to offer, to soak in as much sexual pleasure as she could, then why would I possessively stop her from getting dick? It all made sense to me, as time went on. She was too hot not to share.

Julianna and Stephen were kissing passionately, falling back on the bed, hands exploring each other with insatiable lust. I was still soft after the first orgasm, but Stephen already looked like he could go again. That’s the kind of appetite my girlfriend needed. As they kissed, I could tell that her pussy was on fire by the way she pathetically humped his thigh.

Somehow, Stephen ended up on his back and his dick ended up back in her mouth. She must be burning with need, I thought. As she rested on her knees, pleasuring Stephen, I climbed on the bed, ready to come to her rescue. She needed cock.

She looked back at me, ****. I ran the tip of my dick against her pussy, teasing her mercilessly. She looked like she was about to die, so excruciatingly horny, having sucked two dicks, starting her third, and still no penetration. She was already wet, positively gushing. I inched the tip inside her, grabbing her ass, but then pulling back with a cruel smirk. Her back arched in anticipation, and she exhaled with frustration when she realized I was still teasing her. She shot a look back at me that could’ve frozen hell, and I couldn’t help but grin.

Finally, I ended her **** and thrust inside her. Stephen lay on his back, his hands resting on the back of her head as she buried her face in his crotch. She moaned as I penetrated her, grabbing her hips and slowly easing in and and out, in and out…

Stephen spread his legs wide as my girlfriend sank his cock down her throat. At first he’d grabbed her head, guiding it as she bobbed up and down on him, but now he let go, letting her please him as she saw fit. She grabbed his thighs, deepthroating her coworker with effortless skill. I leaned back and pulled out, resting my cock on her ass and admiring her perfect body. It almost looked like she was eating out one of the women she’d brought home, the way she was sensually blowing him.

She popped his dick out of her mouth. “Fuck me,” she whispered, almost begging. He rushed to his knees, eager to comply.

“No, get on the edge of the bed,” she commanded. He obeyed, but neither of us were sure where she was going with this. She jumped off the bed and planted her feet on the floor, grabbing Stephen’s legs and pressing them back.

“Hold your legs back,” she said, and Stephen dutifully obliged. She grabbed his stiff cock and edged closer to him. I smiled. She wanted to try the amazon position, but my dick was too short to perform the act with ease. Stephen’s extra couple inches gave her the chance. I don’t know what porn she’d been watching that gave her the idea, but it was a position she was destined to excel at. She loved being in control, even as she pretended she wasn’t. “Who, me?” The helpless, hapless, ditzy slut. It was an act. She was in the driver’s seat, always.