"Oh... oh... oh...Oh god baby you are so deep in me," Josh heard his wife Evie moan from the master bedroom. It was hard to hear anything with the sound of their marital headboard hitting the wall with every thrust from Evie's lover into her well fucked pussy.
"Mmm... mhhhmmm... fuck'in take me... fuck me yeah," Evie wailed. Josh realized his wife was almost certainly being more vocal for his sake. Evie knew Josh was next door in the guest bedroom desperately stroking his own dick as he listened to Evie's lover use her body for his pleasure. "Oh yes you are so tight," Josh heard him shout.
"Oh... Oh... ooooooooooo," Josh could hear his wife cuming from the powerful fucking of a man that wasn't him. The swirl of jealousy, humiliation, arousal, and manual stimulation were just too much. He came right along with her, spewing his seed onto his own belly.
As Josh reached for the tissue box he had placed beside the bed in anticipation of this moment, he reflected on how Evie and him had gotten here.
It had all started with an article in the New York Times. Well that's not true. It had all started with a crush Josh had on a female co-worker. Josh loved Evie's body. She was a fit, five foot six inches tall and 115 pounds. Brown hair, brown eyes, girl next door cute with perfect feminine curves. Josh would never dream of saying anything out loud, however, but maybe he wished Evie was a C or a D cup instead of a perky B cup. He did like big boobs.
Which is how Emma caught his eye. Emma was much shorter than Evie. Five foot even, maybe five two. She had black hair, alluring green eyes, and the most voluptuous pair of DDDs he had ever seen. Every time he saw her Josh wondered how she didn't fall over. How could a girl that small have tits that big?
And she loved to show them off too. Plunging necklines, skin tight sweaters. It seemed to Josh like Emma wanted to catch him staring at her tits at least once a day and she always succeeded. Despite his wedding ring, Emma flirted with him all the time.
It wasn't that his sex life with Evie was inadequate. It was fine. But god did he want to suck on Emma's tits so bad.
So when Josh was reading the New York Times one day and saw a headline reading, "Polyamory Works for Them," he was intrigued. Josh was surprised to learn that according to a recent poll, 20 percent of young Americans said they would be open to trying non-monogamy at some point in their lifetime. The term non-monogamy included polyamory, open relationships, and swinging. "For them, more partners means more exploration and more pleasure," the NYT reported. Josh thought he could go for "more partners," "more exploration," and "more pleasure." Maybe Evie was one of the 20 percent open to being poly?
Josh already knew that Evie had quite the sexual history. Not only had she dated girls in college, but she even confessed to a threesome with two guys on spring break one year. The article said open relationships required a lot of talking about rules and expectations so that nobody was surprised or hurt. He decided to ask Evie what she thought about polyamory that night, after a couple of glasses of wine of course.
"Polyamory could really mean anything baby," Evie told him that night after Josh had asked her what she thought about it. "You are going to have to be specific. What do you actually want to do?"
"Well," thought Josh, "at least she didn't immediately say no." But now Josh had to figure out what to say next and he knew that, "There is the girl with big tits at work and I want to fuck her," was probably not the best way to get what he wanted.
"I guess I thought it might be fun to spice things up if we each went on a date one night with someone else and then came back the next morning and told each other what happened," Josh said. "That story about you doing two guys on spring break always turns me on."
"You want me to fuck other guys and then tell you about?" Evie asked.
"No. No. Like the New York Times article says, it would be like a date, like a side relationship. We'd both explore more people and have more pleasure," Josh responded. "We would continue to be eachothers primary partner. We would always come back to each other. Just one night a week we'd each step out for some fun."
"There's a woman at work you want to fuck isn't there?" Evie asked.
"Baby I'd like to fuck almost all the women at work," Josh said not completely untruthfully. "But I think ideally we wouldn't date people at our office. That could be messy."
"Would that be one of our rules then? No office fuck buddies?" Evie responded.
How could he be messing this up so quickly? The first rule and he already cut off his entire reason for starting this conversation.
"No. No. No. That one should be more of a guideline than a rule," Josh said trying to save the possibility of hooking up with Emma. "How about the first rule is not bringing your dates home. You have to sleep at their house or get a hotel," Josh said.
"Wow. We are really doing this," Evie said. "OK then. Rule two you have to tell your primary partner all about your date, or at least you have to answer every question until they are satisfied."
"Oh my god," Josh thought. "Is she really considering this? Are we making real rules? Is this really going to happen?"
"Yeah that's fine. We should be honest with each other about what happens on our dates," Josh said.
"And we need to make time for us to reconnect," Evie continued. "Whenever one of us goes on a date, the following night we must be together, just the two of us. That is rule three. The primary partner is always the top priority."
"Yeah that sounds good," Josh said with a little bit of hesitation in his voice. He wasn't worried about the rule per se, just that Evie seemed to have already given this a lot of thought. Had she been thinking about polyamory too?
"Ok," Evie said with a grin. "When did you want to start?"
