Shared my girlfriend with a foreign exchange student [f/m] | 2016

Edit: here are a few pictures of what she wore out. The top is the same, the panties are different (you know, because of laundry)

Last week, doing, Elizabeth became a team effort. We're in our late 20s and have been talking about doing this sort of thing for a while. Without giving too many identity-jeopardizing details away, she had contact through work with a foreign exchange student (in his mid 20s), and we both liked the idea of him being the first test case for this whole sharing business, since his visa was up in only a couple of weeks. Then back to Europe, forever. Convenient, right?

Still, I was having second thoughts the day-of, and we talked through some feelings (which I'll skip, because those types of conversations are boring unless you're in them), and ultimately I kind of dared her to convince me it was still a sexy idea. We went for a walk, and she took me through the park, down to the river near a dock, and told me to be the lookout. She started blowing me, telling me everything that she wanted him to do to her, and everything she was going to do to me when she got home. I loved this; I was leaning against the dock while she was down on her knees in front of me, both of us fully clothed. Something about the intense focus of searching for movement and possible on-lookers made the blowjob all the more amazing. After I came (and she swallowed), and the in-the-moment-everything-is-sexy feeling passed, I was still on board. We decided we'd go for it, and if we didn't both enjoy it, we just wouldn't do it again. That's over-simplifying, of course, but our relationship is pretty solid.

Later that night, she dressed up in the sexy clothes we picked out together. She wore the type of clothes that would make not doing Elizabeth impossible: black lacy underwear, tight pants, and a slightly-see-through shirt. They were going to meet at a bar near both of our places first, and then head to his place. One thing I couldn't stop starting at (you know, besides her perfect ass, long body, and barely-concealed tits) was just how full her lips were. It was a turn on how excited she obviously was. She kissed me deeply (and blew me a little) before she headed out, and I braced myself of an evening of dread-tinged-excitement.

I'll skip the me-home-alone-masturbating-and-having-feelings stuff, but she did send me texts letting me know it was happening, telling me how he liked her shirt, and little affirmations to help ease my nerves. From the story she told me later (a few times, emphasizing different parts, while having some of the best sex ever in the days that followed), things started from the second they were at his place. He took off all of her clothes, then his own, and she went over to bend down and grab a condom from her bag. She learned, in health class of all places, how to put a condom on using only her mouth, which she did after laying him on the bed. They fucked for two hours. She started on top with her hands on his chest, bouncing away on him, with the street lights outside illuminating what I know from experience was an amazing view of her body. Thinking about how full her lips were when she left made me imagine her slightly-opened mouth moaning as she rode him. He told her the roommate wasn't home, which she took as license to be as loud as possible. Elizabeth said it turned her on to play up the vocals because it fed into the idea that she was a character in some sort of heightened reality where, after years of us being completely monogamous, she was suddenly in this sexy situation.

Apparently she also spent a lot of the evening on her back, sometimes with one leg up. I honestly felt bad for the guy that they didn't get around to doing it doggy-style. My god that is an amazing view of her. Maybe, if we can blur out some of her tattoos (she doesn't have a tramp stamp, so don't even picture that for a second), she'd be on board with posting a pic or two, depending of course on the feedback (this is our first time posting something like this, so we're not to sure what to expect of the community). In any case, he didn't come after all of that fucking. It may have been because of alcohol, but I prefer to think it was because either a) she was so so drenched that the condom didn't allow him enough friction, or that b) [ I happen to be a tall guy with a proportional penis that might have configured her cunt (we like this word instead of “pussy,” no offense intended) to fit my particular girth. Is it weird to say that I like the idea that I've stretched my girlfriend a bit so that only I can enjoy her? She didn't come either, which was expected, since she needs some serious clit action to get off. Obviously she loves orgasms, but that doesn't mean she only likes to fuck when she knows she's going to get one. Does that make sense? In any case, they fell asleep.

The next morning, bad-girl Elizabeth was still there, even though I thought she'd be home. Elizabeth texted me to say sorry, that she was to be punished, and that she had one more thing to take care of. This time Elizabeth says she was very quiet: without even a word, she took him in her mouth as he was just waking up and blew him until he came down her throat. She does that thing where she uses one hand in a twisting motion in tandem with her head bobbing up and down, while using the other hand to massage the balls. Apparently it worked for this guy. Afterwards, she told me that she put on all of her clothes except her pants, and they sat on the porch and shared a joint. There's something about that detail that I find both sweet and arousing.

When Elizabeth did make it home, she immediately stripped off all her clothes (except the black lacy bra, which I asked her to keep on for whatever sex-brained reason. She rode me, filling me in on what she'd been up to while I, er, filled her in with my cock. This wasn't to be any two-hour session, though; I was starting to go crazy. When I couldn't take it anymore, I peeled her off so she could deepthroat me while I also came down her throat. She doesn't usually swallow, but something had clearly gotten into her the last few days. I loved the idea that she had swallowed two cumshots from two different cocks within a matter of hours

Elizabeth and I fucked two or three more times that day (depending on how you count). As I mentioned, she hadn't come this whole time and boy, was it time. I fucked her with our good pal the hitachi magic wand. Strangely, the action the night before wasn't the focal point of this particular session. One thing she likes is when we tell each other sexy fantasies while fucking, and somehow I got around to making up a story where all of my co-workers came over for an Important Business Meeting, and she peeled them off one by one, in secret, to fuck them. She came, which felt awesome on my cock, and I flipped her around and fucked her pretty intensely- with one leg up, just like she'd been doing the night before. I think a lot of girls are this way, but after Elizabeth comes, she LOVES to get fucked really hard, and she gets really vocal, which is a pretty great incentive to get her off. I was loving looking down at her now-naked body, imagining how she had been just like this last night with the European guy. Her tits were bouncing back and forth like mad, and I was transfixed by how her labia were gripping my cock, shiny from her juices, as I slammed in an out of her for all I was worth. I came very deeply inside of her. She was audibly delighted, and I took some primitive satisfaction in the act of “reclaiming” her.

All in all, Elizabeth had been fucked or sucked cock 7 times in a 36-hour period. There are so many ways to do the often-insatiable Elizabeth, and apparently a few good souls are willing to help the cause. 10/10: would do again, hopefully with a girl next time.