He stood at the curb smiling as I pulled up. I could barely contain myself as I threw the car in park and jumped into his arms. We kissed hard and long. Cliff was excitedly barking out the car window- happy to see Davide as well. He’s usually a really quiet pup. So it’s saying a lot.
On the ride home from the airport I reach over, laid my hand on his groin and stroked him. He groaned and kissed my neck, cupping my breast. Telling me how he can’t wait to get me home.
Once we’re home, we rip off each other’s clothes and he pushes deep inside me and I feel complete. I love being full of him. We make love deeply.
An hour or so later we lazily lounge in bed and I ask him to tell me about his trip.
I had given him permission to fuck someone else right before he left. I gave him space while he was there, I didn’t ask about it, but now that he was home I was dying to know.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” he asked. I nod. Yes. I am sure. I feel strong and confident. He’s home with me now. I don’t feel insecure about anything he did, just curious.
So he starts telling me the story about how he flirted with her at first. While he does I slide my fingers around his cock and I start to stroke him. He groans and thrusts into my hand. I ask him questions while I stroke him.
When he tells me how she blew him. I crawl down his body and wrap my lips around his cock sucking him the way he loves. “Did she do it like this?” He groans and tells me more details. I mimic the movements, making him relive every delicious detail.
He slides deep inside me and slowly makes love to me while describing what it was like being inside her.
In the beginning of his story he was nervous. Now he’s confident, turned on, and sure of us… we both are. He tells me about the weekend he spent inside her. I smile at him.
I had met the girl he fucked back when we first started dating. She was beautiful. But I could tell she felt something for Davide by the way she sized me up. How even my warmest of smiles and small talk could not thaw her cold shoulder. I didn’t feel intimidated by her, but I was always curious about what the story was there.
He told me everything, how he fucked her hard and rough. What her pussy tasted like and how it felt. He describes her breasts and nipples. Tells me about the orgasms. How good it felt. How he didn’t want to stop.
“You don’t have to stop, if you don’t want to.” I tell him.
He looks at me puzzled. “Really?”
I shrug, “Yeah.”
“So you’re not even a little mad or hurt.” He states, searching my face.
I think about it, “Well, did you lie about it?”
“Did you tell me everything? Or is there anything you forgot?”
“I told you everything.”
“Then yeah, that’s it. I’m not mad. Just don’t lie to me or hide anything and we’re fine.”
He kisses me intimately and then I make him cum so hard he can barely move. He just lays there gasping. I can’t help but smile at him.
To me an open relationship is honesty is the rarest form. I don’t expect him to never look at or desire another woman. It also doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants. To me, it’s a middle ground.
It’s being honest when you do desire someone else. It’s a conversation. I can’t promise I’ll say yes to everything. I can promise that he won’t get in trouble for having those desires and I’ll always work towards a compromise.
He cuddles me after and he asks me what I did while he was gone. “Did you fuck Josh?” He asks. “No.” I shake my head. “Andrew.” He nods, but prefers not to hear the details, so I gave him the Cliff Notes. He nods. Kisses my head and falls asleep with me wrapped in his arms.
We wake each other several times throughout the night for several more rounds. The next morning I wake up feeling raw and sore from our long night. I can barley sit without feeling the soreness that reminds me of him.
We spend the next few days, full of family. He fits in so easily with my cousin Tots and her little family.
We take my niece for ice skating at the Spectrum. He joyfully joins us on our tea party at Hello Kitty Cafe. Kaileaha loves him already and climbs him like he’s a tree. He tickles her and she squeals in delight. My heart feels so full. I’m going to be marrying this man. My nipples harden at the thought.
It’s like he instantly notices through my shirt and gives me a devilish grin. I shake my head at him- blushing. He leans over and whispers in my ear “You are so incredibly perfect. How did I get so lucky?” I kiss him softly and intertwine our fingers together.
We go out dancing that night, and wear an especially sexy outfit for him that will have him eyeing my chest all evening. He grabs my ass, pulls me close and whispers in my ear “You are too fucking distracting.” I smile up at him and wink, that’s exactly what I was going for. I don’t care if he fucks someone else, I want to be the one that is forever engrained into his memory. The one he’ll never get enough of.