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This is part 2
Part 1:
The weeks after our first bareback night were supposed to pull us closer, but life kept throwing obstacles in the way. Work trips overlapped, Amanda got sick, my car broke down the one weekend we both finally had free. Messages grew shorter, the daily spark dimmed into something frustrating and distant. I started wondering if the intense connection we’d built — from casual Tinder hook-ups to something serious — was slipping away.
Then one evening my phone lit up.
“Are we sexually exclusive yet? I think no but I want to make sure we’re on the same page. Not that I’m actively meeting people but I’m gonna be a week in a foreign country, might have opportunities for casual fun.”
My cock twitched the second I read it. I typed back honestly:
“Sounds fun, but that’s something I would wanna be involved with ?
If we are not then we need to talk about safety, I mean if we gonna keep having unprotected sex with each other.”
Her reply came fast and direct.
“If I banged some Greek guy would you want to hear about it? ? Some people like such details.”
Heat flooded through me. I answered:
“Yeah I think I would wanna hear about it. I’m kind of new to this but it sure is hot exploring our sexuality. And I think it’s hot if you’d find some company. But that’s something I never tried so don’t know how I gonna feel about it.”
That opened the floodgates. Amanda started sharing again — her old sex club stories, the threesomes where she lost track of whose cock was inside her, how much she loved getting fucked by other guys while still craving the connection with me. Then she dropped her fantasy:
“I have a fantasy of being blindfolded and waiting in bed while some guy chosen by my partner — you — comes in and fucks me, and I’ll never even see his face ?”
She kept going, describing how she wanted to be blindfolded with me and another guy taking turns. The only way she’d know the difference was feeling me bare inside her, my cum filling her, while the stranger wore a condom. The idea of not knowing whose cock was stretching her at any moment turned her on like crazy. We texted late into the night, agreeing that while she was on her work trip she could look for someone if the vibe felt right. I’d help her pick him out through messages, and we’d decide together.
She was away now, and I knew how horny she got alone in a hotel room. The anticipation was electric.
A few days later she sent a Tinder screenshot — a Greek guy, early thirties, dark hair, decent smile, athletic build.
“What do you think?” she wrote.
I stared at the photo, stomach flipping with a strange mix of jealousy and arousal. Finally I typed: “Go for it.”
They planned dinner that night. After that, silence. I checked my phone obsessively, imagining her laughing across the table, flirting, that hungry look in her eyes. The not-knowing was its own foreplay.
Nothing came until the next morning.
“Well I had a pretty good evening ?
We had dinner and then went to his place
Had a pretty long session there.”
My cock hardened instantly. I asked for more, pulse racing.
Her next message arrived in pieces, detailed and casual, with her usual winks and emojis:
“We stayed clothed for a surprising amount of time, dry humping and such.
But finally I removed his shirt, took off my sweater and pushed my undershirt and bra away to shove my nipple in his mouth.
He liked my boobs very much ?
Then he asked for a blowjob, I said I don’t do it because of safety unless he wants to wear a condom, which he did ????
So I sucked him a bit but not that long because I don’t enjoy the taste of condom and I doubt it was that enjoyable for him.
We got naked, I tried to take him inside me but he wanted to lick me first, so he spent some time with his head between my legs ?
Then started in missionary for a while, and I rode him hard on and off, he enjoyed that very much.
Did doggy for a while too, he spanked me a lot (a bit too hard).
Then continued switching positions, until eventually my legs were so tired from being spread I had to take a break ?
He saw I was sleepy so we called it a night and he came on my boobs before we showered and he drove me back ?”
I read it three times, hand already gripping my throbbing cock. The images flooded in: Amanda dry-humping him on the couch like teenagers, pushing her bra aside so he could suck on her nipples, riding him hard the same way she used to ride me while her vibrator buzzed against her clit. Him spanking her ass in doggy, her legs spread wide while he licked her pussy — something she’d never asked me to do in quite that way. And finally him pulling out to cum across her tits.
Two details hit me hardest. In all our months together — through the condom FWB nights where I came three times in one session, through that raw first bareback where I filled her and stayed inside her grinding until she came on my cock — she had never once sucked my dick. Yet she’d put a condom on this stranger and taken him in her mouth, even briefly. And she’d let him go down on her, his tongue between her legs until she was wet and ready.
Surprise mixed with a sharp sting of jealousy, but the arousal was stronger. This was the exploration we’d talked about after her blindfold fantasy. She was out there living her old sex-club energy again, and she was telling me every filthy detail while she was still far away.
I typed back, voice rough even in text:
“Damn… that sounds intense. Thanks for telling me everything. I’m sitting here rock hard reading it. A couple things surprised me though — you’ve never sucked me, and I didn’t expect you’d let him go down on you like that. How did it feel? Did you cum with him?”
I hit send and kept stroking slowly, breathing heavy, waiting for her reply. The push and pull that had defined us from the beginning — casual to serious, protected to bare, exclusive talks to this new open territory — felt more alive than ever.
Amanda was thousands of miles away, freshly fucked by another guy, her tits covered in his cum just hours earlier, and now she was sharing it with me. The blindfold fantasy we’d discussed suddenly felt a lot closer to reality.
I didn’t know exactly how I’d feel once the full emotions landed, but right now the hunger was winning.
I was hooked.