After our threesome and my regular booty call building manager had left, my not-yet-hubby and I lay there in bed in the bedroom of my small apartment ... sweaty, exhausted, aching and exhilarated. The smell of sex permeating the air and still overwhelming our senses. This act of absolute sexual wantonness hadn’t made us uneasy with each other. To the contrary, we were enamored with each other like neither of us had ever experienced before.

In that bed where another man had just taken me over and over and over again, treating me like his personal whore, and leaving us both laying on a mattress soaked with our sexual juices, we expressed our love for each other for the first time. We kissed passionately. My soon-to-be hubby murmured “I can still taste his cock and cum on your mouth. You are so amazing. Please don’t ever stop being the woman you are right now. I love you and want to be with you. And nothing would make me happier than you continuing to fuck other men and including me however you can.”

That surprised me. We had fun, no doubt. But I figured that after our exchange of love, we would be monogamous. I had never imagined a man who would be willing to share. And that made me suspicious. I figured this was a ploy by him to fuck other women … that after this and any future side fucks for me that I would “owe him” some side fucks of his own. I told him that and said no way was I sharing him.

He replied that so long as I was like this, he would never even dream of another woman. He told me that he had always almost exclusively been attracted to sluts and his only real relationships were with women who had been quite promiscuous before him. And each of them had cheated on him multiple times. And though it drove him crazy with jealousy, each time he knew they were up to it, he made sure to go down on and fuck them before they could clean up and hide the evidence. And although it turned him on so much to have a woman so sexually hungry that she couldn’t stay loyal. And although it was his fantasy come true to pretty much only eat and fuck pussy when it would come home dirty, the relationships weren’t right.  His exes would only fuck him because they felt guilty. They would lie about the other guys and that made it cheating. And because they lied, he never felt comfortable admitting to them that he acyually wanted them to be promiscuous. He wanted love and trust first and for the non-monogamy to be part of their journey as a loving couple. He told me that the second he met me, he knew I was the right one.

I asked ”but won’t you be jealous?” He replied that he was going to be crazy jealous, that it would consume him. But that by being open and loving about it, he would channel all that jealousy into sexual desire for me. I was still hesitant. I said “but I like feeling owned by a man. It’s my biggest turn-on.” He replied that I could still consider myself all his, owned in so many ways … my heart, my future … and maybe in a way even think about my promiscuity that way too, in that I’m doing it for him. I said that sounded good, but I was attracted to your stereotypical overly alpha male types, and I was having a hard time seeing him in that light for wanting to share me. He asked what it was that attracted me to that type and I replied that it is how they fuck – like I’m theirs to use.

He replied “and haven’t most of those guys fucked you and left you without orgasms? They’re always going to be like that. And if we love each other and get married and maybe have kids and get older, what are the chances you want your partner to treat you like that anyway? Usually you need something more sensitive and reactive from a partner. I’m offering you the best of both worlds. Get your cake and eat it too. You get all the joy from insensitive, asshole alpha studs fucking you silly … followed from me by all the love, passion, attention to your pleasure, comfort and security that you need too.”

“What if I fall in love with someone else?” I said. He replied “From everything you’ve told me you aren’t the type to confuse sexual desire with sex, but it could happen. I don’t want it to happen. But if that gives you pleasure and you continue to love me and be equally as committed to me, then I accept it and I’ll stay head over heels for you. But let’s just be honest and cross that bridge if we get there. Okay?”

I said okay. He told me that he was happier than he had ever ben in his life. We kissed some more, sealing our arrangement. This all had excited him so much that he was rock hard again, pressing against my belly, humping me, even though he had already cum at least 3 times. All of this had made me crazy horny again too ... I had a feeling of excitement that I'd never experienced before. My pussy was dripping wet again. But I was too sore to fuck and too tired to do anything else to get him off. I apologized, telling him that I was hot again too, but couldn't handleanother round.  He surprised me again when he said “that’s more than okay. I love deliberately being denied and left aching and pining for a woman. The longer it goes the more desperate I am to fuck her. Especially if I get her off andshe leaves me hanging. How about it - can I eat you to one more orgasm and then you can drift off to sleep, fully satisfied, leaving me still aching for you?" "Get to it then" I said. He gave me a few more orgasms and I fell asleep with his face in my throbbing, dripping pussy.

I awoke in the morning to him spooning me from behind, his cock still rock hard and nestled between my butt cheeks. "Good morning my Love" he whispered in my ear whhile kissing on my neck and groping my breasts. He was still sooo horny. I loved waking up to this kind of desire. I rolled over, our legs intertwined, his cock now between my thighs and kissed. His breath reeked of pussy and jizz. But rather than finding it disgusting, I found it reassuring. 

I couldn't keep up this cuddling as I had to pee quite badly. I said " I tried to separate a bit and said "I have to go pee." He responded with a line that he still uses to this day - "are you flirting with me?" I was like "what?!" And he replied "I have to pee too. Let's go take a shower." 

We go in the bathroom and I'm about to sit on the toilet when he stopped me. "Do it in the shower with me," he insisted ... and I of course did what he wanted. We turn thewater on, he begins kissing me, rubbing his wet, slippery body up against mine. "Now what?" I asked desperately. "I really have to go. Do you want to watch or something?" "Absolutely," he said. " I want to watch close up." He spun me around, spread my legs and bent me over. "Pee for me baby" he said, then sat down under me between my legs. I had stage fright at first but soon couldn't help it from gushing out of me. He talked dirty to me as my piss blasted his cock that he was furiously stroking.  Then another huge surprise - I felt his mouth on me. He was drinking me. Swirling my clit with his tongue while he gulped me down. I moaned with pleasure. And he didn't stop after I had drained myself down his throat - he kept eating and sucking. He was going to make me cum again. And I did!

But I stopped him at one orgasm, turned around and told him to stand, Then I got on my knees. Holding the portable shower head against my clit weith one hand and his cock in my other, I looked up at him and said "now piss on me." It took him a bit being hard, but soon he was spraying my tits and face, it running down to my belly, pussy and thighs. I felt so dirty and slutty. I tok a little taste onthe lips expecting it to taste foul, but it didn't taste like much - just salty. So I took him into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure and grabbed my head with both hands, pushing his cock into my throat. I gagged, which made himmoan even more, so I did my best to keep swallowing. This was so hot, slutty and dirty and theshower head was doing its job. Next thing you know I'm having my second orgasm, a cock deep in my throat and piss and spit overflowing onto my tits. He's done peeing and now he's just thrusting trying to orgasm. It was so hot how he was using my mouth and I was so happy that after all that talk of sharing me, he was still alpha enough to use me like this. So I hung on for dear life as he pounded my throat, gagging and cumming from the shower head. Until he yelled out and came in my mouth. That really made me gag and I involuntarily regurgiated all of his cum

Then I collapsed back against the shower wall gasping for air. He looked at me lovingly and told me how beautiful I am. I couldn't believe it. Covered in piss and spit, cum and thick spit hanging off my lips down to my tits. Face red from not breathing. I was a mess. But he said "You are always so beautiful. But I think this is the prettiest I've ever seen you." Then he kissed me gently and began licking up every drop of spit and cum, then focusing on licking his piss off of every inch of me. I just lay there in post-orgasmic shock reveling in every second of it. I didn't know how our relationship would go, but I knew I loved it.