To give you a little background info, I have been with my boyfriend for 4 years. We have had some rough patches like one two years ago where I left him for a few months, because honestly he was being a complete douche. During the few months we weren't together I slept with his best friend, whom had been a good friend for a lot longer than they had even known each other. I didn't leave him so I could see this other guy, I left him for my own reasons but that doesn't change his view of things, and nothing I ever say will change it. that being said there is a lot more to this story.

We (sort of) recently moved to a new town where we didn't know anyone. I left a job I loved to move here with him, to start a new life. The problems stem from the fact that things are going back to exactly the way they were when I left him, except he spends all his time at work, instead of at the bar like he did back then. We have made new friends, but now that I am not waiting on him hand and foot while he is home, and that I have a social life, he is becoming more and more clingy, which I cannot fucking deal with. I am very hands off, and we are in an open relationship, he is currently sleeping with two women who don't even know I exist. That is fine, I don't care, but I am not allowed to sleep with other men, and most of the time I don't even care about it but right now, I do. I really really do. The problem is that the man I want to sleep with is, you fucking guessed it, his best friend. I feel like I live in one of those fucked up daytime soap operas.

I have already done some things with... (we will call him Brandon, and my boyfriend Greg) Brandon, things that a girl in a relationship shouldn't do, but I don't regret that. Well, I can't decide if I regret it or not, because I still want to fuck him. Repeatedly. I slept with his girlfriend (while he, and Greg watched) and I thought it might help I dunno, disillusion me from it, but that backfired in a big way. Not only does she want to sleep with me again, which I would do because the first time was fun, but now I have gotten in to this situation with Brandon. I got moderately intoxicated one night while both of our significant others were out of town and sat in his personal space, now normally that wouldn't be an issue, but while on a good buzz, all I could think about was touching him. I didn't even touch him anywhere that was inappropriate, just on his neck and head, but I knew it was a bad Idea, with a capital I.

So fast forward a couple of hours, and we are now alone-ish in the living room cuddled on a tiny couch, and at some point earlier I lost my shirt (I was hot). Now neither of us sleeps well by ourselves, so we decided to stay cuddled on the TINY couch, that was bad idea number two because now... now he starts touching me. It starts out innocent, much the same way me touching him did. He rubbed my side and over my belly. Not generally known to be erogenous zones for me, but I guess that night it was. You could have drowned a toddler in my panties. Probably two. I am into some pretty kinky shit, so this surely surprised me, all I needed was a bit of a caress and a little bit of nails to get me drenching my panties like the fucking Niagara Falls?? "What the Hell??" I thought "I'll Just go with it, see where it takes me" and then... he bit me. A torrent of juices was released released into my underwear, and it was all I could do to keep quiet since I am a screamer by nature. There are all sorts of people all over the house that do not need to know of this thing... whatever it is. People that know both Greg, and Brandon's girlfriend, whom we will call Kiley, if the need comes up. I am now so fucking hot, that I probably would have done anything to get some fucking release, hell he probably could have pinched my clit the right way and I would have come like a fucking freight train. What he did was much, much better.

He teased me. He teased me hard, and it was fan-fucking-tastic.. yeah. Anyway, he keeps touching me, mostly gentle little touches, under my bras underwire, where my basketball shorts have ridden up a bit, where my waistband on my underwear is, sometimes with at bit of nails, I think because he has an idea of how kinky I am. I Dominated Kiley when I slept with her, which was good for both of us, but showed a bit more of myself than I originally intended. From what I know of him, he tends a LOT more towards the vanilla side of things. Anyway... So he is just touching me, and here I am panting like a dog, working on a large puddle in my drawers and squirming like a whore in church. And then he ghosts his fingers over my slit, on top of my pants, I thought I might cum right there, but I didn't... I didn't and I knew that it had only just started.

I have been known on many occasions to have multiple orgasms, which I know, but I very seriously doubt he does. I also find it very hard to orgasm in any setting besides during actual penetrative sex, one of the things that gets me is having my cervix stimulated. I can occasionally get off during oral, but not often. Jesus does that man have some talented hands tho. I'd love to have him spank me if I thought I could get him to do it. So, back to the story. so he start playing with my kitty over my clothes, and its like he knows how to do it just hard enough to feel fucking delicious, but too hard to actually get me off. Now, I don't know if he is actually that talented, or if it happened to just be dumb luck. I guess I will have to do it again to find out *winks*. Anywho, he's just teasing me, and teasing me, and nibbling on my neck, and finally like the gods have answered my fervent unspoken prayers, he slides his had into my panties, and finds my pussy sopping wet and more than read for some attention, and still he doesn't go in for the kill.

He starts out gentle, mapping the landscape as it were. I have a hood piercing that I fucking love, and he pulls on it a bit, which is awesome, because no one ever does that and if he would have pulled a bit harder I'd have cum for him there, but no he just keeps on playing and teasing, never rubbing anything long enough for me to get off. I am so hot to trot that if he had rolled on a condom right there I wouldn't have even questioned it. not a single bit. then he starts to finger me, and I swear I spoke to god. there was just enough variety between him fingering me, and playing with my man in the boat, alternating between the two that I edged higher and higher to an awesome orgasm. When I finally got there, I thought I was going to cry, I had to bite my thumb to keep from screaming. It wasn't the best orgasm I have ever had, or even in the top ten, but considering the last person to get me off with just their fingers what when I was 14 and fairly inexperienced, I am kind of amazed. and he gave me 2 small orgasms after that. nothing much happened after that, I stopped him, to which he showed his inexperience and asked me if I was okay, which I guess could have been him asking me about my mental state, but since I was okay with him giving me 3 orgasms I was more than fine. I mostly stopped him because if I hadn't I'd have jumped his bones, and damned the consequences.

Now, I know that nothing is ever going to really come of this. I am in a committed relationship, one that I have devoted nearly 4 years of my life to, and he is also in a committed relationship. He doesn't have enough Dom in him to satisfy me for long, and I just have no desire to me someones dominant partner for more than just fun and games. But, I think I have decided that I am going to give this sexual chemistry thing a shot. Plus I have to find out if it was a fluke, or if he really is that good. Because if he is, I have no idea why any woman would give that shit up. he seams to have a lower sex drive than most of the men that I know, but he could have his pick of women if that is how it is all the time. Because Greg is that good, just not that thorough. And he has his pick of women. But mmmm yeah, I think the next time I am able, I am going to see where this rabbit whole leads, and damn the consequences.