My Poly Journey Pt 1

I think it’s probably fair to say that for quite a few people on this website, our sexual interests and desires aren’t exactly… mainstream. Whether it’s partner swapping, hotwifing and cuckolding, threesomes, group sex and gangbangs, bukkake parties, BDSM, or fetishes, you can find it all here. And for each of us, there would have been a moment where maybe we have said to ourselves “that looks interesting, I’d like to try that”.

For some people when that moment happens, they’re single; for others, they might be in a committed relationship. For those of us in the latter category, we can be faced with some difficult questions. Does my partner share the same curiosity? Will they think I’m weird or perverted if I tell them what I want to try? Will they reject me or want to end the relationship? If my partner doesn’t support me, will I be forced to choose between my relationship with someone I care about, or to explore a component of my sexuality that is important to me? Is monogamy important to me and my partner, or can I explore this through ethical non-monogamy? Do I cheat on my partner and go behind their back?

I want to share with you my story.

As a teenager, I had enjoyed more sexual experiences than the rest of my friends in my group. While just about every teenage guy thinks about sex, I seemed to stand apart from my friends in that sex was (and still is) one of THE most important elements of my life. I was a certified hound, chasing pretty much any girl I could catch the eye of. I had quite a few girlfriends who all went to the same catholic girls school; unsurprisingly many of them virgins and dead set keen on staying that way no matter how dogged and determined I was to get into their knickers. Others were more amenable to my advances, but the sex was awkward and lacklustre. The girls lacked experience or any enthusiasm to experiment and try new things.

Remember, this was almost 30 years ago. There was no such thing as internet porn back then! :P

So it was that at 18, I found myself single and extremely unhappy. Would I ever meet someone? Was I going to live my life where the sex was always going to be mediocre? It was at this point that T walked into my life.

I met T at a friend’s birthday party, and we had some great banter throughout the night. There was palpable chemistry there, despite the fact she was there with her boyfriend, who quite frankly was taller and better looking than I was. I honestly wasn’t sure what she saw in me, but I was happy to receive the attention. When I was with her it felt like all the self-doubt and dissatisfaction in my life just disappeared.

When the party ended we went our separate ways. We didn’t swap numbers or anything, but I hoped liked crazy that I’d see her again.

I got my wish a few days later. Our mutual friend who had hosted the party had the house to herself for a week, her parents being away on holiday. So I was among a small group of her friends that was invited to come up and help her housesit.

So was T.

That very first night, we talked, watched movies, played pool, and laughed. And truth be told I was smitten. This girl captivated me like no one ever had before. At the end of the evening, we wound up in a spare bedroom sharing a single bed. We lay facing each other and talked in hushed whispers long into the night, sharing our personal stories. I could smell her scent with each breath, an intoxicating aroma I was unable to get enough of.

In the morning I woke to find myself alone in bed; T had risen early to go to work. All day long I spoke to my friend about how incredible T was, asking whether she thought T liked me. Looking back I’m sure I was quite the bore.

T got back to the house late that evening, around 9pm. She had work, she explained, then had gone to her boyfriends. The reminder that she was in a relationship with someone else was painful, but I put on a brave face and tried my best to act happy. We played more pool, listened to music and danced. T worked her magic charm on me and it wasn’t long before my smiles and laughter were genuine.

Finally, everyone headed for the nearest bed or couch to crash for the night. T and I found our room and we lay side by side again. As we talked, she apologised for being late; she explained that she had gone to see her boyfriend after work to break up with him. Their relationship had been going downhill for quite a while, so it was just a matter of time anyway.

“The breakup itself was quick,” she told me, “it was the breakup sex that took so long”.

That one line made my heart skip a beat and got me aroused instantly. Here was a woman who seemed to exude sexual confidence. I mean I’ve heard of make-up sex, but “break up” sex!? That was a new one to me. I felt a rush of emotions and struggled to reconcile them. Should I be happy now that she was single? Should I be jealous that she had just had sex with someone else? I’ll admit I was both confused and excited at the same time, but there was no denying that I was aroused as hell.

My state of arousal didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s awake,” T said as she ground her hips against my swollen cock. My groan of pleasure was quickly stifled as her mouth found mine in the dark, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me close. Her kisses left me gasping for air and hungry for more.

Within moments I felt her hands fumbling with my belt, and I helped her with unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper. Her hand reached inside, pulling my cock free. I was expecting her to stroke me, so it was a shock when she grabbed my shoulder, pushing me onto my back and rolling to sit on my lap. Before I knew what was happening, she had her hand under her skirt, pulling her knickers to one side and sinking herself onto my cock. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and yet she was so wet she was able to sink herself all the way down in one smooth motion. Both of us groaned and gasped at the sensations as she started to slowly grind her hips back and forth.

T leaned forward, kissing me hungrily while continuing to grind against me so hard it was part pleasure, part pain. But as she was riding me I couldn’t stop the thought racing through my mind that earlier that very evening she had been fucking someone else. And in those moments I came to a realisation; I didn’t feel upset or angry about it, or even ambivalent; I felt aroused and excited.

In my mind’s eye, the image of T fucking her ex the same way she was riding my cock came unbidden to me, refusing to leave. It wasn’t long before I felt my excitement building towards a climax. I managed to pull away from her kisses just long enough to say “Stop, I’m getting close”. But instead of stopping, she did the opposite, grinding harder and faster against me, grabbing my wrists, pinning me to the bed while her mouth devoured mine. And faster still, until my body tensed beneath hers, and my cock exploded, my cum filling her pussy. My cock throbbed with wave after wave of contractions that seemed to go on forever while her kisses seemed to suck the very air from my lungs.

Finally, I was spent, and T collapsed on top of me, laying her head onto my chest. We stayed like that for a few moments just catching our breath, our skin and clothes damp with perspiration. For me there was also a sense of shock and wonder. Although I had been sexually active for many years, I had always used condoms when having sex. Consequently, the loss of sensitivity also meant that I had never actually reached orgasm through sex alone. Here I was, with a woman I had only just met, not only having unprotected sex but also reaching orgasm in a way I had never experienced before. The sensations were mind-blowing. I was also amazed at her level of casual disregard for safe sex (not that I was complaining at the time!).

Finally she rolled off me and she snuggled into my arms, and I felt her breathing slow and deepen as she drifted off to sleep. And while I was physically exhausted, my mind continued to race. Without a doubt I had just had the most intense, enjoyable sexual encounter in my life. But it was also tinged with the memory that a significant part of my arousal was based on the mental images I had of T fucking her ex. I felt confused, unable to understand what it meant about me and my sexuality. There was one thing, however, that I knew with absolute certainty.

T had me hooked.