If you have not read my other two stories, Sharing My Girlfriend First Time and Sharing My Girlfriend With a Stranger, I highly recommend checking those out first for context. My first story gives a full description of what my ex-girlfriend Katie and I looked like at the time. These events happened a few years before COVID.
This piece is more of a collection of smaller stories and details about how our sharing lifestyle developed. In case you are curious, the sharing is not what caused us to break up. We simply grew apart and went our separate ways. Regardless, I thought I would share these smaller stories, especially since I mentioned them briefly at the end of Sharing My Girlfriend With a Stranger.
How We Began Introducing More Sharing
We started as a completely monogamous couple, so shifting toward a sharing lifestyle was very exciting for both of us. This is not a fully detailed narrative of every moment, but rather a set of shorter experiences that illustrate how we opened up to the idea of sharing.
Story 1: Teasing the Roommate
At the time, I lived in a four-bedroom house with three roommates. Two of them were basically strangers who kept to themselves, but the lease holder was my friend. He was Colombian, stood around five foot three, and was quite chubby, maybe even obese. Though he dressed well and groomed himself well. He sold weed on the side. I had been living there for about two years, and we would hang out in a group setting only a few times a month. We were friendly, but not super close.
Katie and I did not tell him about our sharing lifestyle. She was not attracted to him, and we wanted to keep our private life separate from the larger group of friends. However, Katie and I still had naughty ideas about testing the waters with him.
One day, we went to buy weed from him. We joked about Katie showing her tits for a heavier sack, and one thing led to another until we agreed that we would get a large sack for free if he could have thirty seconds of full access to Katie's breasts. He was allowed to suck on them, bite her nipples, and do whatever he wanted for that brief time. Watching him grope and suck on her while she moaned was incredibly hot. After those thirty seconds, he offered more weed if she would take off her pants and let him do the same to her butt in her underwear. She declined, and we later decided that teasing him without letting him go too far turned us on even more.
From then on, we allowed him to grope Katie under very strict boundaries. He was never allowed to touch her pussy or kiss her or go beyond a certain point. We spelled this out clearly one day while we were smoking and she wore a skimpy outfit. We did not share any of our other experiences with him, only that we found it hot if he grabbed her randomly. We also managed to secure a steady supply of free weed and dabs in return. He sometimes pushed for more, asking if he could see her pussy or go further, but we repeatedly told him no.
Meanwhile, Katie and I decided she would wear super skimpy clothes around the house. She would go braless in a tank top and boy shorts, or sometimes lingerie. He would get random gropes whenever he was around and she felt like letting him. I remember one time, we were smoking and Katie wore a white, lacy one-piece dress with a thong underneath. I was sitting on a chair, and she straddled my lap cowgirl style while we passed around a blunt. My friend was right there, clearly enjoying the show. After I lifted her dress to expose her ass in that thong, he reached over, said something like, "God damn," and started grabbing her ass. Katie, who was a bit tipsy and feeling playful, slipped off my lap and bent over his knees as if ready for a spanking, saying, "Spank meeeeee, guys." We both took turns smacking her until her cheeks turned RED, and it was unbelievably hot. Later that night, Katie and I had amazing sex in my room, and I am pretty sure he jerked off alone in his.
Story 2: Nude Beach With Joey
The next story involves my friend Joey from my first story. Maybe about a year after that first threesome, he was in town again. He still assumed our initial encounter was a one-time thing, so he did not expect another chance to join us.
Katie and I invited him to a nude beach about forty-five minutes away. Secretly, we agreed that if it felt right, we might let him join in again, but we did not tell him that. We just acted like we were having a casual beach day, in the nude.