I met my future wife Allie when we were both in our mid-twenties, working our first real jobs after college. We had both moved to Boston for school and then stayed after graduating. I had gotten out of a lengthy, serious relationship six months ago, and since then had enjoyed the single life while also maintaining profiles on dating sites and apps.
Allie's profile immediately caught my eye, both because of her looks and what she wrote. She was small, fit, and cute, and (like mine) her profile mentioned being non-monogamous and interested in kink. There were plenty of other, non-sexual values and interests in common, but for the purpose of this story I suppose that's the most important part. From our early messages back and forth, my impression was of a smart, interesting girl who seemed just as interested in me, which was exhilarating.
Allie wore a short, red dress to our second date, at a tavern, and about an hour in she returned from the bathroom and sat on my side of the table, right up next to me on the bench. I slipped a hand around her waist and she leaned into me. As I walked her back to her apartment later, our conversation turned to kink. I was excited to learn that she was even more submissive than her profile had implied, to the point of describing herself rather proudly as a "pain slut," a title I had encountered with a couple of other girls who were excellent fucks.
I took Allie's hand and turned her to face me, then cupped my palm around the back of her head and closed my fingers around her hair. She caught her breath and her mouth stayed open slightly.
"I'm coming up too," I told her. She nodded and her eyes, rather than her words, begged to be used roughly. Our first fuck was fantastic, and we seemed able to read the other's cues deftly and parlay them into an extremely hot D/s dynamic. She obviously loved being manhandled, slapped, held down, and restrained. That night we both started falling for the other in earnest.
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For the next few days work kept us both busy, but we wrote back and forth, and the seriousness of our mutual feelings led to the subject of non-monogamy coming up. At the time I had a few other girls with whom I hooked up sporadically, with all but one officially a "friend with benefits" and the remaining one better described as "it's complicated," with great sex (most of the time) but enough incompatibility that I couldn't quite call her a friend. Allie seemed to take these relationships in stride, asking some questions but seeming neither jealous nor inclined to pry deeply. She, it turned out, was more of a casual hook-up kind of girl with the exception of one other man, Jason, who worked in a field adjacent to hers and whom she had met at a conference a few years ago.
"He lives here in Boston but he travels a lot with work," Allie wrote, "And he sucks at communicating not-in-person, so we end up not seeing or hearing from each other for months at a time. Then he'll just pop up and we pick right back up. Our time together is almost entirely focused on sex. We have enough in common that it's a real friendship but he's also just enough of an asshole that we could never really have been together."
I should say that I had been in non-monogamous dating situations before, but never one with as much potential for serious, long-term status as this. I thought a lot about Allie and Jason's situation during the next few days, with a mix of emotions. I was very curious to learn more about him but also wanted to play it cool and not come off as jealous or overly possessive.
When the weekend arrived Allie and I met up at her apartment, which by now had begun to feel sort of like a second home. We had started to develop sexy little routines and games, and after letting me in the door she clasped her hands behind her back submissively and gave me a sultry look. I led her to the bed by the hair, and within minutes she was swirling her magical tongue around the head of my cock. Allie genuinely loved sucking dick, every bit as much as she loved a good fuck, and like a good girl she held my cum in her mouth until I told her to swallow, which she did obediently.
That night we planned to cook dinner at home, and after a trip to the store we set up in her kitchen, which was small but well-appointed. Her phone beeped to announce an incoming text. Allie looked at the screen and made an inscrutable grimace.
"Problem at work?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, looking flustered for the first time I'd seen.
"It's Jason," she explained. "He's in town and wants me to come over to his place."
I thought that one over, again feeling very curious but wanting to be cool with the situation. After all, we were proudly and ethically non-monogamous and had both spoken of our ability to navigate these situations gracefully.
"Actually," she said, "That's probably understating how he communicates. What he wrote was, 'Get that slutty cunt over here and on my cock.'"
I laughed. "You guys don't mince words, huh?"
