Trust Issues And Open Dating Ch 01

Author note: I left the names out of this story to protect real individuals, and the two names I used, are pseudonyms. This story felt good to get off my chest and was much less fiction than I care to admit. I hope it doesn't bother anyone that I left out my GF's name in this story, and simply refer to her as GF.

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I think in any relationship there is always an unwritten understanding about certain things without having to have each one of them spelled out, but some people just seem to be more attuned, or considerate perhaps of what types of things will make his or her partner feel uncomfortable.

I'll give you an example that comes to mind from before we began our open relationship. It was a pretty regular day, My GF and I had the day off and we are texting each other, just sort of checking in as couples do, and she said she is was her friend's house, one of her coworkers.

"Hi, hun, what are you up to?" I text.

"Oh hi, not much, went to Ali's, you know, from work." She responded.

"Oh cool, what are you guys up to?" I ask.

"Not too much, we ate lunch, and then her sister stopped by and they went out for a bit."

"I see, so why didn't you go with her? What are you doing alone there? Are you bored?" I asked.

"LOL, no." She responded.

I sat there for a while thinking how odd this was. So my GF goes to her coworker's house, then her GF leaves, I ask if she is alone, and she doesn't text back right away. Maybe it's nothing, or maybe she doesn't know how to explain. Anyway, just feels weird. I'm too busy to worry about it, and I don't think she has any bad intentions, I just felt a little confused. About 15 minutes later I send another follow-up text.

"Hun, what are you up to if Ali isn't there? You don't have to wait there for her if you don't want." I said.

"No, it's ok, I'm just hanging out with her roommates playing some video games. It's pretty fun." She replied.

So this is an example of what I was talking about, she gets in these situations I guess you could call them, that are basically harmless, at least she thinks so, where she is hanging out with a guy, or a few guys, that she doesn't really know in this case alone. Maybe I wouldn't be so worried if she didn't have such a perverted side, she was constantly thinking and talking about sex, far more than your average girl, that's for sure. I never know exactly what to say either. In this case what I wanted to say kind of came out all wrong. I got home from work and she was getting out of the shower, and over dinner, I was dying to fill in the holes of what the rest of her afternoon entailed.

"So what video game were you guys playing?" I asked.

"We were playing mostly basketball, but I couldn't figure out how to pass or score. We played a few other games, one where we killed some zombies, and some dance game."

"Dance game?"

"Yeah, you know, you hold those controllers and dance along, mimicking the characters on the screen. OMG, it was super fun, we should totally get that for our place here."

"Hun, I'm not sure exactly how to ask this, but do you think it's ok to hang out with a few guys all afternoon rubbing their bodies up against yours?" I said my voice with a notable amount of jealousy.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"I just worry about you hanging around a group of horny guys," I told her.

"It's not like that." She said and finished eating in silence.

"I trust you hun, but I don't always trust guys, especially around a girl as hot as you are. If you are alone with a guy or guys, I don't always think that is appropriate when you are in a relationship. That's all I'm trying to say." I said.

"You are being really stupid now, please just stop talking." She said.

I felt powerless and went off to the shower and couldn't help but imagining my GF sitting there with Ali's roommates, presumably on the couch playing video games with a few guys in their basketball shorts and socks, scratching their balls, probably each one of which was probably horny enough to fuck a wet glove. I encourage my GF to dress sexy, and she is all into those lolita clothes, but luckily she wasn't wearing anything that crazy, just this cute little overalls shorts thingy which knocks a good 5-10 years off her appearance, but it was not quite as extreme as some of the things she wears. Maybe it's an Asian thing, or strictly a Japanese thing, but she loves fashion, well Lolita fashion anyway.

I was laying down on the bed, when she came out of the shower, her second shower of the day. She was wearing her pink robe, barely covering her ass, and I felt so turned on, partly because I knew that she was mine. I knew that at the end of the day she still came home to me, and I was thankful to have her. I couldn't help but also admit that she was a little unaware of how guys around her might be looking at her sideways, that she didn't even notice most of the time or care. Most of all, it felt like I was almost in competition with those guys she was hanging out with as if we were still single, and I had to be the 'best of the best' to compete with all of these dudes trying to hit her up. It brought out a more masculine side of me, and just the thought of it seemed to erase any relationship monotony that is so common for couples.

Why did she take a shower after coming home and then take another shower after dinner? Maybe she just needed time to herself after my comments, I thought to myself. A part of me, though, was beginning to get a little suspicious. Did she just fuck Ali's roommates? Ok, probably not, but I was beginning to wonder if she knew how to say no if a guy tried to hook up with her.

Over the next few weeks, similar things kept happening, where it seemed like she was forgetting she had a BF when it came to social cues or certain contexts where another more aware GF might not let herself get in these situations. Ok, maybe some aren't that bad. The time she let a guy pay for her coffee. Not that bad, surprised she even mentioned that one. When she let a complete stranger from a bar drop her and her friend off, where the guy drops her friend off then takes my GF home. That was another instance where she was alone with a guy, that to me, just didn't seem like a safe place for a girl in a relationship. Ok, maybe the guy was driving most of the time anyway, but the thought of hooking up with her had to have crossed his mind, especially if she had a few drinks in her which she did, and you should have seen the way she dresses when she goes out, it's indescribable. She looks like she is in some J-pop, or K-pop video ready for some choreographed dance number or her first day of preschool, not sure which. This isn't even mentioning all the things with her coworkers, going out for drinks after work, going to lunch with a male co-worker from another department. I wasn't sure if it was my lack of trust or just a fear growing inside me, but I had to find out for certain. I kept thinking of ways to test whether or not she would be able to say no and I kept coming up short.

"There is really no way to know for sure, you know what I mean?" I explained to my buddy Hunter over lunch one weekend.

"There is one way..." He said, with a smirk, taking a handful of fries into his scruffily bearded face.

"What?" I replied. Clueless.

"You could tell a guy to try to fuck her and see what happens." He said, admiring his own intelligence.

"That is a terrible idea, first of all, she will know, and second of all, what if the guy succeeds?" I said, shaking my head.

"Well, if she does it, then you know, and you deal with it now rather than later, and there is no way she will know, for girls, when a guy tries to hook up with them, it's like an everyday thing since as far back as they can remember, nothing too out of place there." He said, slurping the last bit of liquid out of his glass, shaking the ice cubes around to encourage another sip.

"Ok, but who can I trust to do it. I can't just walk up to a guy and say, hey, how are you, can you try to fuck my wife and see if she lets you, so I can find out if she is a slut or not?" I said.

"I'll do it, but I if she goes along, there is no way I'm turning back. Haha, no I'm kidding, I wouldn't do that to you, but yeah, you really don't have anyone else here." He says, signaling the waitress for a refill.

"Ok fine, but if it starts to go anywhere you have to back off, ok?" I tell him.

"Of course, hello. Duh." He says.

"Let's get together this weekend and watch the game at a bar downtown, and you can try there. I'll pretend to get sick and leave early asking you to take her home. Do you think you can do it?" I ask.

"Yeah, of course. You know I got my pussy game on lock. Not a bad plan actually." He said in a laughingly in a tone that is becoming more and more sinister.

On the way home my brain was spinning, did I actually just ask my friend Hunter to try to fuck my GF? Holy shit, what was I thinking. Well, at least I will get to find out what is up with her and how she acts when I'm not around. What if he follows through? What if she lets him? What if she finds out? My brain was swirling with worry as I navigated my way through traffic, opting for the slow lane so I didn't have to think about moving in and around the trucks and slower moving cars.

When I got home and my GF and I were watching streaming Korean Drama series on TV I asked her.

"Hun, do you want to come hang with the guys this Saturday? It's game 4 in the series and should be pretty fun. Hunter says to make sure to invite you." I told her, rather convincingly.

"Um, Sure, sounds fun." She said.

"Awesome," I said.

"Hunter huh?" She said, curiously.

"Yeah, what do you think of him anyway?" I ask, hoping I didn't sound too obvious.

"He seems like he focuses too much time on his looks and his career." She said.

"Yeah, well, he is single and stays in great shape for the girls I guess. Can't blame him for wanting to look good in bed." I say, in his defense, wondering to myself, when was the last time I heard a girl complain about a guy working on his body and career as a negative thing.

"Yeah, I guess he does whatever he wants." She says.

I realize at this point, I better not say anything else, or else it may become too obvious, but the seed has been planted and she is already thinking about him, and he already knows I want him to try to hook up with her. I remove my pajama pants and lean toward my GF putting my arm around her slim waist and drift off to sleep.

The week crawled by like a late model sedan in rush hour traffic, but finally, Friday had come and gone and it was now Saturday morning. It was unusually warm, even for summer I thought as I made breakfast.

My GF went to yoga and then Zumba and we saw each other briefly around lunch, and then I saw her again in the afternoon when I told her we needed to start to get ready. It was getting really hot at this point outside, had to have been in the 90's

"The game isn't till 7, but usually we show up early to get a good table hun," I told her.

"Ok, I'll start getting ready." She said, as she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

As we are walking out the door I finally look at what she is wearing. Her skirt looks like it belongs in some old Victorian Dream world or some hot Japanese Anime character clothing shop, not sure which. It's a sort of sailor dress, black with a double white stripe around the edge, and has suspenders with large buttons. Under the suspenders, she has a shirt that says, "Bitch" written across the front in big tall red letters. Her outfit knocks quite a few years off her already very young look, typical of most Asian girls, and especially the case with my GF. She is 27 but could pass for much younger. She is 5'5", a little under 100 lbs, and pretty much defines the word petite. She had on white leggings that went over her knee and left a stripe of bare skin on her legs above the leggings and below the skirt, where you could see how toned and smooth her skin was. She had on a pair of red patent leather heels to match her red lipstick and the red letters of the shirt that read "BITCH". Her hair was in pigtails of course.

So here we are heading out the door, my GF dressed like some sort of cross between a Manga character and a Trance DJ heading out to the sports bar full of horny dudes. I admit she looked pretty damn good though, I loved the way she dressed, but it did sort of make me wonder for a quick moment if she could fit in a car seat. Ok, she wasn't quite that small, but pretty close.

We arrive and see Hunter and a few of our other guy friends. We exchanged hi's and hello's, and hugs, in the case of when people greeted my GF. I couldn't help but notice how big Hunter seemed next to my GF, he was about 6'3" and in great shape, I hesitate to use the word 'jacked' because he didn't look like he used steroids or anything, he just looked like he could kick your ass, and was charming enough that you would probably be his buddy after he did it. I started to notice a bit of chemistry between the two of them, right from the first hug. As the day turned into night, Hunter kept clinking glasses with her, and the way she looked at him was playful and teasing. In the commercial breaks, Hunter would ask us 'couple' questions playfully, like, "How's the sex between you too, because if you need a hand sometime buddy." He joked, looking at my GF blush in shock.

She wasn't shy, but she just sort of laughed it off. It wasn't a question that needed to be answered, we both understood. Things were going better than I had planned. She sat between Hunter and me, and so she was sitting next to him and although she wasn't ordering alcoholic drinks, he kept giving her 'sips' of his drink and giving her 'high fives' when our team scored. During the halftime break, I started to plan my exit, and when Hunter started alluding to making the game more interesting by betting on random things.

Of course, I, along with the other guys, agreed we didn't want to lose any money. Hunter was always betting someone something, it's just how he was. My GF was the only one in the room not rooting for the team that, Hunter, myself and just about the whole bar was rooting for. Not sure if she was doing it on purpose, the alcohol was starting to kick in, or just didn't like the popular choice, or she was just being a bitch, which was also possible I thought, reading the red letters printed on her shirt. I wanted to leave, but this was getting way too interesting. Then Hunter called out the first of many min-bets.

"Ok, if he makes this shot, I get to look through that cute little purse of yours." He said, looking over at her dollhouse version of a purse.

"Um, yeah, there is no way he is going to score, that guy, whatever his name is, hasn't even held the ball so far." She said, not knowing he had the upper hand and knew all the players and knew the guy he was referring to was the team's top scorer.

"Boom, 2 points," Hunter calls out giving my GF a sneer. "Hand it over kitty cat." He says mockingly.

She hands him her purse, trying not to let go. He starts taking the items out one by one and setting them on the table. "Lipstick", "Hand sanitizer", he says, taking his time. "Gum, Birth Control, ok, that's good, Mascara." "Omg, what the hell are these? Panty liners." He blurts out relishing in his triumph.

"So what?" She answers back?

"Nothing, I guess there are just some products that women use that I don't even understand their purpose." He told her.

"Is your pussy wet all the time or something?" He teased as he helped put all of her things back into her purse.

"Maybe the panty liners cause you're on the pill." He said crudely, implying that her pussy might be dripping with cum on occasion.

She was anxious to get back at him and kept taking his bets, and kept losing. "If your team scores a 3 pointer in the next 2 minutes I'll give you any article of clothing I am wearing of your choice." He says, looking at me for approval. I just roll my eyes.

She loses. "No article of clothing to be removed," Hunter says thankfully.

"I bet number 13 sinks the next shot." He says. "And if he does you have to take off your bra." He says.

"Fine." She replies defiantly.

'Swish' the shot sails in, and the bar rumbles with cheers, people chest bumping and glasses clinking hard. The patrons celebrating the shot, Hunter celebrating to get to have my GF lose her bra. Was she even wearing one? I thought to myself.

The place was packed. I told my GF I wasn't feeling well and went to the bathroom. The truth was, I really wasn't feeling well, seeing Hunter hitting on my GF all night was torture and making me physically ill. I splashed some water on my face and sat in one of the stalls for a few minutes. I felt terrible, but I couldn't help but notice my cock was so hard I couldn't leave the bathroom. I felt a lust so powerful that caused my cock to the tent so prominently I was trapped in the stall. What was my GF doing out there? Would Hunter be able to help me find out how my GF would behave when push came to shove? Was she really going to give him her bra? Would I see it on the table when I walked out, or around Hunter's head or something? What was I thinking? I thought to myself.

I freed my aching cock from my pants and just as I did, it I shot a huge load across the toilet seat and up the back wall of the stall as I was drunk with pleasure. I wiped it off, except for whatever hit the floor and put my cock back in my pants. I washed my face again in the sink and headed back out to the table. I sat down and saw my GF's bra sticking out of Hunter's front pocket. It was now in the 4th quarter and I decided to make my move.

"Hun, I don't feel so good, I think I'm sick. I don't want to spoil our time, so please stay and tell me what happens with the game. Hunter, do you mind dropping her off later?" I asked.

Before she had a chance to reply, he said. "Oh man, yeah buddy, you don't look too good, not a problem, be happy to drop her off." He said reassuringly.

"Ok, hun?" I asked to confirm.

"Um, ok, I guess, are you sure? We can go home together?" She mildly insisted.

"It's ok, I'll see you back at the house," I said and walked out.

I texted Hunter as soon as I pulled into the driveway. "How is it going with our plan?" I asked him and tried to wait patiently for what seemed like a reply that took forever.

"So far so good, but it might turn out to be bad news for you, I can't tell yet." He said.

"Did you guys hookup?" I asked, impatiently.

"No, nothing like that, but she lost a few more bets since you left, and she's a little tipsy to top it off." He replied.

"Lost a few more bets?" "Like what?" I ask.

"Like her panties, but it's no big deal, she didn't do anything bro." He said.

"WFT?" I replied, and he didn't text back.

Her panties? How is it even possible to lose your panties in a bet? Maybe he is just messing with me, but she did lose her bra. That would be a cruel joke, man Hunter is crazy to say that. I'm pretty sure he is just messing with me.

She came home very late that night, I tried to wait up but fell asleep. The next day was Sunday, and the first thing she said to me in the morning seemed pretty angry.

"How could you do this to me?" She asked, clearly upset.

"What?" I replied, in cowardice.

"You know what, you tried to see if I would fuck Hunter? Is that right? You don't trust me?" She said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"He told me everything." She replied.

I was in shock and became completely speechless. This is exactly what I was afraid of, I thought. She continued.

"Ok, maybe I was having a little fun with him, but we weren't going to act on anything. I was just teasing him." She said.