A couple of years ago, I met Julia, and at first we dated and got on like a normal couple. Of course we had sex, and quickly were able to talk about our sexual fantasies. I was very pleased that this was the case as I had previously been in a relationship where my partner wouldn't chat about what she found sexy, whatever I said to persuade her to open up. With Julia, however talking openly it didn't take long for me to admit my bi side, or her to admit that she was still quite young and thought that she wanted to have sex with more men in her life before she settled down forever.
In light of this we came up with the idea of an open relationship, I can't really remember who suggested it first, but we both thought it was a good idea, and that we had a relationship and friendship strong enough to deal with it.
Although I find women attractive, I felt that I was missing sex with a man. I had previously actually led a gay lifestyle, and being completely cut off from that world, made me quite unhappy. I caught up with some gay friends who were surprised and pleased that I wanted to join them going out and partying. When I explained what was happening they were characteristically unsurprised and non-judgemental and introduced me to a couple of guys they knew.
The inevitable happened and after a fun night of drinking too much I ended up going home with a guy and having a good time sucking each others cocks. Even when I had his cock in my mouth, I looked forward to going home and telling Julia what had happened.
When I got home, still quite early I crept in and got into bed with her and quietly told her I had started opening our relationship and had done another man. She turned and smiled and seemed very pleased. She then casually told me that she had fucked four different guys so far and was really into one particular bloke.
I was shocked by this; I had thought that she would have told me when it happened. When I expressed my shock she was slightly annoyed and told me that I wasn't allowed to be angry about it, when we had talked it though before. We settled down for a nap, and she dropped off quickly, but I couldn't stop thinking about her with these other faceless nameless men.
Over the next few days I went from being angry and jealous to curious and turned on by what she had said. I knew I wanted to know more but was sure that it would be painful to find out. Nevertheless I asked her about it and she told me all the details. I was right, it was upsetting when she described these other men she had met off the Net fucking her, although they didn't have bigger cocks than me, which I was very pleased about. Mind you they did sound far more self assured and better at fucking my girlfriend than me. But that was probably just my self confidence taking a battering.
I went out a few more times with my mates, and did one time manage to pull an older guy, this was an end of the night pull, I didn't really fancy him that much but I didn't much want to go home alone. We went to his place, and he said he wanted to fuck me. When I told him that wasn't happening, he pretty much told me to suck him off and then let him go to sleep. I was a bit annoyed by that, but I wanted sex, so I blew him and ate his cum like he asked.
This kind of situation went on for months, Julia and I were still having sex regularly, perhaps more than before, and I would ask lots of questions about her relationship with these fellas she was meeting, and what they got up to. One day she offered me to meet one of them. I knew about the guy and realised that he knew I existed and he knew that we had an open relationship, but was surprised he had asked to met me. I nervously agreed.