When my boyfriend Christian started shifting his mindset to "sharing me" and no longer talking about fmf, there were a lot of rules he came up with. I listened, found it fascinating and funny but did not find it important since I didn't think I would ever need them. In my mind I would never have sex with someone else, so what...
To sum up the most important rules when he gave me freedom for sex with others:
- don't get into a relationship, so after sex no phone calls or messages...not even for chitchat...
- don't repeat sex with the same guy (meaning getting back weeks or months later - my bf was "flexible" when I met someone, for example on a holiday abroad without him, it could happen I fuck the same man "a few times" in the same week).
- always let my boyfriend know who, when and were I fuck someone.
- give him as many details as possible to describe the guy and about the "act".
For fun I added one rule myself: he could never introduce one of his friends to fuck me. Apparently that was a big "no-go" for him as well - he did not want to know his friends that he was a weird guy letting his girlfriend getting fucked by others!
A few years later the rules became more important than I ever could imagine. Sex with others was no longer one of his fantasies - it became an important reality in our sexlife. Not that I do this on a regular frequency but more than I ever could imagine. Enough testimonials about that in my other blogs. I did my very best to respect his rules, one, because I understood it was important for me that my boyfriend did not suffer feelings of jealousy and two - I realized after a few hot adventures, as long as I respect the rules I could continue to enjoy sex with other men when I wanted without cheating. It's an amazing feeling to have the freedom to have sex with anybody while not having the feeling to cheat on my boyfriend. Breaking the rules would just bring that kind of feeling to the surface and I did not want that.
The first time I cursed his rules was when I had exceptional sex with two guys during an unexpected mfm. I met them at the naked beach (more about that in a blog I already posted). We had a hot night and honestly, I wished I kept their numbers. I remember one of the guys took my phone without asking, to ring his number so he would have mine but I did not save it. He didn't ring or message me back either so I lost contact, actually in the way the rules need to be played. Where most other guys I have met were abroad on a short holiday or business trip and more easy to "delete", some were more difficult to forget because you know they are more near - like the two guys living in the same country as my boyfriend or because of the sex that was so good you wanted to do it again with that person.
I tried to open up the conversation about that with Christian and explain that having a few "regular" friends would be more safe and more controllable than meeting up with a new stranger again and again. I thought I had logic and strong arguments but Christian didn't feel good about it. It was clear he thought he would risk losing me. A few years went by and I didn't have a lot of chances to encounter the right stranger at the right moment. Until 3 years ago I went to Dubai during covid. It was a better place to stay than the UK and since kids were having lessons via zoom we could stay there as well - better weather and more freedom to go where you want for any activities you like.
I planned to stay a few weeks but ended up there for almost 3 months with my son. After a few weeks I got to know my son's sports coach a bit better and suddenly felt attracted to the young man. The way he gave me compliments told me he liked me as well. Long story short: as one of the rules told me to do: I told Christian after being without sex for so long I met a guy I found attractive and thought I could seduce him for sex. My boyfriend, who planned to come to Dubai a few months later for his work but me, not sure yet I could stay that long (yes unbelievable but that is how complicated our private and work-life is) told me he was sorry not being able to come sooner and if I liked the guy I should just do it and enjoy. It was a long while ago that I used "my freedom" and felt relieved that Christian was still okay with sharing me this way.
The next day I was direct with the young man, told him that I was not looking for a relationship but wanted him for sex. We fucked the same day in the locker room while my son was out doing sports. I didn't even have a chance to undress and neither did he: he put me down on the wooden floor, lifted my skirt, unzipped his pants and pushed his cock in my pussy. I didn't have the chance to see or feel his cock with my hands but felt he was stretching me - maybe because of lack of foreplay, or because of long time no sex, probably more because of size. He had his hand over my mouth to limit the sound of my screaming and a few minutes later he shot his load in me. Not the best sex of my life but crazy, exciting and scary to get caught there! He helped me up and I got myself decent. On our way out he asked me for a chance "to do this better" on another day. And yes, I wanted more, didn't consider this as breaking a rule about "repeated" sex so I agreed to meet in a hotel room he booked for us. My boyfriend was as usual very curious so I told him about the quick passage in the locker room and the plan to do it over again on another day. He said he understood I wasn't satisfied with a 5 minutes thing and was looking forward to hearing me out on my next sex-adventure with the guy, allowing me to expose more juicy details.
A few days later I arranged a sleep-over for my son with one of his friends and spent the night with his coach in a hotel. It was the first time I saw him naked in his boxer and was impressed but not surprised. As a sports coach he maintained a healthy and toned body and I couldn't wait to see his cock that had already filled my pussy before. We took all the time to explore our bodies, kissed and when finally boxers and panties were dropped I could get acquainted with his young cock growing fast while I was touching him. It was a long time ago I experienced a new man and got quickly down on him to play, kiss and suck my new toy.
We had great sex and Christian was also turned on when I told him about it. And then "trouble" started because i didn't stay only a few weeks but a few months and the coach fucked me like every other day on average. We found a way to meet secretly and had some quickies in the locker room - like just being taken from behind under my skirt - he said he had to because he knew I was never wearing panties. And lucky he got good rates in that hotel - even free nights - because he knew the staff. So I "forgot" to tell Christian about the other moments we fucked because at a certain time I didn't need to count anymore to be aware I had more sex with the coach than with Christian in that same year.
I guess I got a bit addicted to the coach but didn't have any feelings - it was pure physical. When I heard Christian was about to arrive the next week - and me knowing to be still in Dubai - I thought of stopping but I couldn't. The day before Christian arrived I had "farewell" sex with the coach and it made me feel guilty for the first time.
When I met Christian the next day in his hotel I thought he would feel my pussy had another cock less than 24 hours before... I never talked about it and in Christians mind I fucked the coach only a few times.
Never talked about it again until the next year when we (son and I) flew back to the same place in Dubai - my son was happy with the facilities and the coach - this time we only stayed for two weeks. I had to message the coach to arrange the activities and reservations - so yes, that was one rule to be broken - I had his number but what can I say, it's for my son, right? When preparing my luggage I gave more than before attention to bring some sexy stuff like lingerie, mini dresses and heels. After arriving my son quickly found his friends from the year before, mostly expats living there and most of the time he stayed to sleep over which was easy for me to make time for myself and yes, the coach. Another rule was broken: repeating sex with the same guy. This time I informed Christian after we had sex and mentioned him like, "btw the guy is the same one I had sex with last year".... "hope you don't mind".... Christian didn't really react negatively and asked if I would have more sex with him during those two weeks. I told him only with his permission and I meant it. He said okay, but don't fall in love! I was happy with his reaction and the coach was happy with his "married gf with benefits". That year we had sex almost every day that I was in Dubai and limited sharing details with Christian to 4 times. Another rule broken...
Meanwhile it became "a habit" to go to Dubai one or two times every year. As long as my son wants to go we go and now Christian also knows I will fuck the same guy again, unless the coach gets tired of me. We had a serious talk about it and I could convince him to accept the fact that I won't fall in love and it's pure for sex. The only thing I don't do is tell him every time I do it with him - I just don't want him to worry. So now I have one "regular" for a few weeks per year and I am very happy with that. So not many rules are left, but I do still respect them when I meet someone new.
And yes, also the rule about not fucking with his friends is history since last year.... Guess rules are meant to be broken after all?
Reactions and thoughts welcome.
To sum up the most important rules when he gave me freedom for sex with others:
- don't get into a relationship, so after sex no phone calls or messages...not even for chitchat...
- don't repeat sex with the same guy (meaning getting back weeks or months later - my bf was "flexible" when I met someone, for example on a holiday abroad without him, it could happen I fuck the same man "a few times" in the same week).
- always let my boyfriend know who, when and were I fuck someone.
- give him as many details as possible to describe the guy and about the "act".
For fun I added one rule myself: he could never introduce one of his friends to fuck me. Apparently that was a big "no-go" for him as well - he did not want to know his friends that he was a weird guy letting his girlfriend getting fucked by others!
A few years later the rules became more important than I ever could imagine. Sex with others was no longer one of his fantasies - it became an important reality in our sexlife. Not that I do this on a regular frequency but more than I ever could imagine. Enough testimonials about that in my other blogs. I did my very best to respect his rules, one, because I understood it was important for me that my boyfriend did not suffer feelings of jealousy and two - I realized after a few hot adventures, as long as I respect the rules I could continue to enjoy sex with other men when I wanted without cheating. It's an amazing feeling to have the freedom to have sex with anybody while not having the feeling to cheat on my boyfriend. Breaking the rules would just bring that kind of feeling to the surface and I did not want that.
The first time I cursed his rules was when I had exceptional sex with two guys during an unexpected mfm. I met them at the naked beach (more about that in a blog I already posted). We had a hot night and honestly, I wished I kept their numbers. I remember one of the guys took my phone without asking, to ring his number so he would have mine but I did not save it. He didn't ring or message me back either so I lost contact, actually in the way the rules need to be played. Where most other guys I have met were abroad on a short holiday or business trip and more easy to "delete", some were more difficult to forget because you know they are more near - like the two guys living in the same country as my boyfriend or because of the sex that was so good you wanted to do it again with that person.
I tried to open up the conversation about that with Christian and explain that having a few "regular" friends would be more safe and more controllable than meeting up with a new stranger again and again. I thought I had logic and strong arguments but Christian didn't feel good about it. It was clear he thought he would risk losing me. A few years went by and I didn't have a lot of chances to encounter the right stranger at the right moment. Until 3 years ago I went to Dubai during covid. It was a better place to stay than the UK and since kids were having lessons via zoom we could stay there as well - better weather and more freedom to go where you want for any activities you like.
I planned to stay a few weeks but ended up there for almost 3 months with my son. After a few weeks I got to know my son's sports coach a bit better and suddenly felt attracted to the young man. The way he gave me compliments told me he liked me as well. Long story short: as one of the rules told me to do: I told Christian after being without sex for so long I met a guy I found attractive and thought I could seduce him for sex. My boyfriend, who planned to come to Dubai a few months later for his work but me, not sure yet I could stay that long (yes unbelievable but that is how complicated our private and work-life is) told me he was sorry not being able to come sooner and if I liked the guy I should just do it and enjoy. It was a long while ago that I used "my freedom" and felt relieved that Christian was still okay with sharing me this way.
The next day I was direct with the young man, told him that I was not looking for a relationship but wanted him for sex. We fucked the same day in the locker room while my son was out doing sports. I didn't even have a chance to undress and neither did he: he put me down on the wooden floor, lifted my skirt, unzipped his pants and pushed his cock in my pussy. I didn't have the chance to see or feel his cock with my hands but felt he was stretching me - maybe because of lack of foreplay, or because of long time no sex, probably more because of size. He had his hand over my mouth to limit the sound of my screaming and a few minutes later he shot his load in me. Not the best sex of my life but crazy, exciting and scary to get caught there! He helped me up and I got myself decent. On our way out he asked me for a chance "to do this better" on another day. And yes, I wanted more, didn't consider this as breaking a rule about "repeated" sex so I agreed to meet in a hotel room he booked for us. My boyfriend was as usual very curious so I told him about the quick passage in the locker room and the plan to do it over again on another day. He said he understood I wasn't satisfied with a 5 minutes thing and was looking forward to hearing me out on my next sex-adventure with the guy, allowing me to expose more juicy details.
A few days later I arranged a sleep-over for my son with one of his friends and spent the night with his coach in a hotel. It was the first time I saw him naked in his boxer and was impressed but not surprised. As a sports coach he maintained a healthy and toned body and I couldn't wait to see his cock that had already filled my pussy before. We took all the time to explore our bodies, kissed and when finally boxers and panties were dropped I could get acquainted with his young cock growing fast while I was touching him. It was a long time ago I experienced a new man and got quickly down on him to play, kiss and suck my new toy.
We had great sex and Christian was also turned on when I told him about it. And then "trouble" started because i didn't stay only a few weeks but a few months and the coach fucked me like every other day on average. We found a way to meet secretly and had some quickies in the locker room - like just being taken from behind under my skirt - he said he had to because he knew I was never wearing panties. And lucky he got good rates in that hotel - even free nights - because he knew the staff. So I "forgot" to tell Christian about the other moments we fucked because at a certain time I didn't need to count anymore to be aware I had more sex with the coach than with Christian in that same year.
I guess I got a bit addicted to the coach but didn't have any feelings - it was pure physical. When I heard Christian was about to arrive the next week - and me knowing to be still in Dubai - I thought of stopping but I couldn't. The day before Christian arrived I had "farewell" sex with the coach and it made me feel guilty for the first time.
When I met Christian the next day in his hotel I thought he would feel my pussy had another cock less than 24 hours before... I never talked about it and in Christians mind I fucked the coach only a few times.
Never talked about it again until the next year when we (son and I) flew back to the same place in Dubai - my son was happy with the facilities and the coach - this time we only stayed for two weeks. I had to message the coach to arrange the activities and reservations - so yes, that was one rule to be broken - I had his number but what can I say, it's for my son, right? When preparing my luggage I gave more than before attention to bring some sexy stuff like lingerie, mini dresses and heels. After arriving my son quickly found his friends from the year before, mostly expats living there and most of the time he stayed to sleep over which was easy for me to make time for myself and yes, the coach. Another rule was broken: repeating sex with the same guy. This time I informed Christian after we had sex and mentioned him like, "btw the guy is the same one I had sex with last year".... "hope you don't mind".... Christian didn't really react negatively and asked if I would have more sex with him during those two weeks. I told him only with his permission and I meant it. He said okay, but don't fall in love! I was happy with his reaction and the coach was happy with his "married gf with benefits". That year we had sex almost every day that I was in Dubai and limited sharing details with Christian to 4 times. Another rule broken...
Meanwhile it became "a habit" to go to Dubai one or two times every year. As long as my son wants to go we go and now Christian also knows I will fuck the same guy again, unless the coach gets tired of me. We had a serious talk about it and I could convince him to accept the fact that I won't fall in love and it's pure for sex. The only thing I don't do is tell him every time I do it with him - I just don't want him to worry. So now I have one "regular" for a few weeks per year and I am very happy with that. So not many rules are left, but I do still respect them when I meet someone new.
And yes, also the rule about not fucking with his friends is history since last year.... Guess rules are meant to be broken after all?
Reactions and thoughts welcome.