Julia Opens Up the Relationship

In our relationship, every confession had come via red wine. The time she kissed her co-worker at the coffee shop, the blowjob she gave on her first business trip, and the fact that I wasn’t the first man to feel the tight grip of her ass. All these confessions and more came out the same way. Her lies cracked under the weight of intoxication.

The truth is that she wanted to be honest with me. And I wanted to be the kind of boyfriend who she could be honest with. But she didn’t make it easy. Her desires could be…unpredictable.

One moment, she was in a submissive frenzy, begging me to dominate her and treat her like a ****. The next, she was demanding to tie me up and peg me. I usually did what she wanted, but she obviously needed more than I could give her. She just got so intensely horny.

I uncorked a bottle and poured her a glass as the sound of falling water ceased. She came out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

“I felt like opening this one tonight,” I said with a slight smile.

“Ooo, I was just thinking of doing the same.”

I handed her the glass. “God, you’re sexy,” I said, looking her up and down.

I groped her gently over her towel. It fell under the pressure my touch, revealing her hourglass form. Her bush had been growing wild — another one of her new fetishes. She wanted both of us to look like we were straight out of a ’70s porn VHS. Her natural breasts bounced a little as the towel fell, and my gaze travelled up and down her tight body, her curves, the faint line down the middle of her stomach…she was perfect. A big ass that begged me to bury my face in it every time I saw it, that called out to me, forcing me to grope her at every opportunity…I couldn’t stop grabbing her, spanking her, touching her. Of course, she welcomed the attention. I loved her faint abs, shaped by years of running. I loved her big tits, her perfect body, her insatiable horniness…but could I handle her? Could I keep her?

She was 23 years old, and I was more than ten years her senior. She had just graduated college one year prior. I had partially funded her academic endeavors, paying her rent for the last year or so of school. She’d burned through various boyfriends and hookups, but she’d finally found solace in an older man, one who wasn’t controlled by zoomer ephemera and Instagram clout. She wanted a self-assured man whose hand didn’t shake when he put it up her skirt, who was unapologetic about his carnal desire for a younger woman. She’d stuck with me longer than any of her previous boyfriends, including her high school sweetheart, Garrett, the lucky man who took her virginity. The same hung stud I just watched fuck her face and cum all over her…

“God, how did I get so lucky?” I whispered, running my fingers along her hips. I knew I couldn’t satisfy her deepest sexual needs. Maybe she could live with that. But why would I make her? If she stayed with me, I would be sure to turn a blind eye to her…extramarital activities. She had already cheated on me twice (that I knew about) in our two year relationship, as I mentioned. She’d also lied about various other things, like her anal virginity. But I loved her, this young girl who was out of my league.

I kissed her deeply and she melted in my arms, naked. People cheat. What’s the big deal? If I could get over it, I could keep this woman on my arm forever. She was mine.

I straightened her upright and finished off my glass.

“Damn, that’s amazing,” I said, pouring myself another.

Several glasses later, we were on the couch. She was still naked, a nudist at heart. She was drunk. I liked her drunk.

“Why do you keep asking about him?” She queried, referring to Garrett.

“Have I been asking about him a lot?”

“Yes!” She cried out.

“Oh…I didn’t realize,” I replied.

We sat in silence. She reached out and touched my leg.

“I mean, it’s fine. I just don’t get why the fascination, is all.”

I poured her another glass. I’m sure she’d figure it out.

“What do you like?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” She said. “I like you.”

“No, I mean what do you like sexually. What turns you on? What makes you cum? What do you think about when you’re all alone with your vibrator?”

“Oh,” she blushed. “You found it…”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“Well, I’m a simple girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I like a man with big biceps, rock hard abs, and a nice, big cock. I like to feel him throbbing inside me.”

Of course, I had none of those things.

“I want a man like that to fuck me in front of a whole party,” she continued. “I want to hold onto his biceps while he rails me, and I want everyone to watch me cum over and over again.”

Always the exhibitionist.

“You’ve had that.” I said, grabbing the now empty bottle. “You’ve been fucked in front of a lot of people, right?”

“Yeah,” she replied, gazing off, twirling a lock of her hair absently. “It was fun.” It was usually so hard to get her to admit that. I went to the kitchen to get a new bottle.

When I returned she was laser-focused on me. I froze, taken aback by her sudden sharp attention.

“You’re a cuck.”

“I—what?” I stood there, flummoxed.

“You’re a cuck,” she repeated. “Or whatever. Hotwife. You like hotwife stuff, sharing. You’re into that.”

“Well, I don’t know…” I was caught off-guard.

“Would you rather I call it something else?” She said. “I know you. I know what you like. You think I can’t see?” She crawled seductively on the couch.

I swallowed.

“I knew you were a cuck. Why else would you ask me over and over about Garrett?”

I blushed and smiled awkwardly, sitting down.

“I guess I like hearing about that stuff, yeah.” I was pretty drunk, too.

“And you didn’t get mad at me for Stephen,” she added. Her old coffee shop coworker. “I sucked him off in the parking lot after work. I sucked him…” she reached over to my crotch, rubbing me.

“…and sucked him…” she crawled onto my lap.

“…until he came his white hot load in my mouth. I swallowed for him. I showed him my tongue afterwards to let him know I was a good girl who swallowed every last drop of his cum.”

She was taunting me.

“I came home that night and kissed you, kissed you with the lips that were just wrapped around Stephen’s cock. I slid my tongue down your throat. I wonder if you tasted his cum.”

“I remember.”

“But you didn’t get mad. You forgave me right away. You never hit me or punished me at all.”

“I punished you for the business trip,” I snapped.

“Yes, you did.” She kissed my face. “But I deserved it. I deserved it even though you like it when I fuck other men. You like that, don’t you?” She whispered in my ear.

“Honestly?” I said.

She nodded.

“You want the truth? I think you’re hot as fuck. I like watching you with other guys. You’re my favorite porn star. But it’s more than that. I…I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy, love,” she cooed. “I want you.”

“I know, I know…I just want you to experience everything. I don’t want you to miss out on anything.”

She smiled, knowing I was sincere. I held her hands and continued.

“I guess I just want you to be as sexually satisfied as you could be. I love you…your needs are your needs. Be honest with me, just as you know you should. You’re free to do whatever you’re going to do. Like, why would I ever stop my beautiful girl from orgasming? I want you to cum as much as possible.”

She was beaming.

“But you’re with me, so I get to watch and hear all about it. Fair?”

She squealed and hugged me.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” she said, kissing my face all over. “You’ve literally never been hotter to me than you are right now!”