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Quick recap: I am fraysexual, which means I lose interest once I am in a loving and respectful relationship. My boyfriend lets me sleep with other people and gets turned on hearing about it. I am basically living a double life where I can be sluttier than I was in my twenties but have a stable adult relationship.
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Since I last posted I’ve been having a lot of great sex but nothing that motivated me to write… until last weekend when I had easily one of my top ten fucks of my life. Sorry if this one is a little long but I want to remember all the details.
We had been on vacay for a few days, and I was getting restless because I’m used to getting fucked a few times a week now. (It’s hard to believe I used to be basically celibate!) Plus with no one keeping me in check I started getting bratty with my boyfriend. At this point I straight up told him that he was helping me get fucked that night. I said it like I was challenging him, which I kind of was lol.
That night I get dressed up and we go out together to a bar. After a few drinks, a bachelor party walked in and sits down next to us. They were all in really good shape, loud in that confident way, and immediately fun to look at. My boyfriend knew they were my type so he nudged me and then stepped away to the bathroom like he was setting something in motion. I was already tipsy, so I just went for it.
I started talking to them and immediately slipped into a little attitude. I kept interrupting, joking about being nerds, etc. When one of them asked me a question, I would answer it halfway and then changed the subject on purpose just to be annoying.
Most of them laughed it off, but one of them did not. He stayed calm and just looked at me like he had already figured me out. When I cut him off, he casually put his arm around me and tilted me back toward him so I had to look at him while he finished what he was saying. It caught me off guard for a second, but I smiled right after because I liked it. I told him he was being bossy, and he said something like, “Only because you’re asking for it.” I rolled my eyes and said he could not handle me, which only made him step closer. He started answering me instead of reacting to me, like he was setting the pace of the conversation and expecting me to follow it. Every time I tried to derail things or get a reaction, he would correct me in small ways like telling me to focus or lowering his voice so I had to lean in to hear him. It made me feel a little pinned in without him actually touching me much, which I think made it worse. I kept pushing anyway because I wanted to see how far I could take it, and every time he pushed back it made that tight, restless feeling build more. By the end of it, I was not even pretending I was just being playful. I was actively trying to get him to take control of me.
After about 30 minutes I went to pee. I checked my phone and saw my boyfriend texted that it looked like I was locked in on this guy so he was heading back to the room.
I came out of the bathroom and he was just there waiting. We gave each other a look, and then he pulled me back into the restroom and kissed me hard enough that I stopped thinking completely. I dropped to my knees pretty quickly and took him into my mouth. I did not even pretend to be shy about it and I could tell he liked that I was not holding back. Someone started banging on the door, so we had to stop, but the look he gave me before we left made it obvious we were not done.
We walked out trying not to laugh. My lips felt swollen, my hair was a mess, and I could still taste him. He took my hand and started walking out like it was already decided, and I went with it without hesitation. I liked how natural it felt to just let him take the lead. As we left he asked how far my hotel was.
“Close enough,” I said, “If you walk fast.”
He looked down at me and smiled. “I’m not walking fast.”
He walked slowly and kept touching me in small ways that added up. At one point he put his hand on my ass and just held it there, squeezing slowly like he was testing how I would react. I leaned back into him so he knew I wanted more.
“You’re trouble,” he said quietly.
“You have no idea,” I said.
At one point we stopped to make out and his hands went under my dress with no hesitation. “Fuck,” he whispered when he realized I was barely wearing anything. I giggled proudly.
~ sex starts here ~
We accidentally got a room with two beds, so when we got to the room I ignored my boyfriend in the other bed and went straight to the empty one. I pulled him down with me and started kissing him again.
At first we tried to stay quiet, which made everything feel more intense. I did not want that for long though, because I didn’t want him to hold back, So I asked my boyfriend to give us the room. My heart was pounding, and I could feel how wet I was already. It was almost embarrassing, but I also liked that he could see it.
“You’re this wet already?” he said.
“I’ve been waiting all week for this,” I told him.
He smiled and slowed down more. He pulled my underwear down carefully, then spread me open and took his time looking. He did not rush it, which made me feel even more exposed. I could feel how aware he was of my body, and it made me squirm.
He slapped me lightly and watched my reaction. “Stay still.”
I moved anyway. I pushed back into him like I was testing him.
He gave this quiet laugh. “You really don’t listen.”
“I don’t want to,” I said.
That was when he got more controlling. He grabbed my hips and held them firmly so I could not move the way I wanted. When he pushed into me, it was slow and deep, and it made me moan louder than I meant to.
“Good,” he said, “Don’t hold it in.”
The way he started fucking me was rubbing my clit, and it felt so good that I suddenly came. I had to grab onto him because it was so unexpected and I was shaking so hard.
“Already?” he said.
“Don’t stop,” I said right away. I was still incredibly sensitive and he fucked me into to another orgasm, which is something I’ve never had happen before.
After that, he set the pace and kept me there. Every time I tried to move on my own, he corrected it. Sometimes he would tighten his grip. Sometimes he would slow down just enough to make me frustrated, then push deeper again. It felt very deliberate, like he was deciding exactly how I got to feel each second.
At one point he asked me, “Tell me who you belong to tonight.”
I paused before I answered because I liked making him wait, and he pulled my hair just enough to bring my face close to his.
“Whoever’s fucking me like this,” I said.
I felt his reaction in the way he moved after that. He went harder, and I stopped trying to push back. I just took it. I was fully there with him at that point, no attitude left, I just needed his cock. He came inside me (in a condom).
After that first round, he asked about the guy in the other bed. I told him who he was, and I could see how much that turned him on. I leaned into that and started touching him again, slower this time, like I was offering myself back to him on purpose.
He said he wanted my boyfriend to come back and watch but I said I wanted it to stay like this. So he picked me up and moved me onto my boyfriend’s bed, which felt even more intense in a weird way. He had already used the condom, and I knew it, so I let him fuck me without one. It was a safe day and I wanted to feel everything.
This time he was more direct. He put me on my hands and knees and held me there with one hand on my hip. When I tried to shift, he pushed me back into position. He kept a steady pace and did not let me control it at all. It felt like he was using my body exactly how he wanted.
He moved me onto my side and slowed down for a minute, then built it back up until I was breathing harder again. When he put me on my back, he held me in place and watched my face the whole time. That eye contact made it feel more intense, like he was checking my reactions and adjusting on purpose.
I stopped pretending I had any control over it. I just let him do what he wanted with me.
He finished on my tits+face, and I did not move away. I let it happen and just laid there for a second, catching my breath and laughing a little because it all felt kind of unreal.
After another hour or so he left, but I gave him my number before he did. He texted me the next night, which was my last night there, and came over again. That time was unfortunately quick because we had places to be.
Still top ten, easily lol.
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