Loving Molly

Molly, not her real name, was a beautiful and terrific young woman. I met her when I was a senior in college and we got on well. After a month or so, Molly went to bed with me. The sex was great and we fucked five times that night. Molly asked me to fill her and I did. I fell for Molly. Normally, I would see her 3 or 4 times a week and on Saturday. A couple of months went by when Molly asked me to meet a friend of hers. We met for lunch at a campus restaurant. About five minutes later, a good friend of mine, William, showed up and Molly asked him to sit down. My friend and I were both surprised that each of us knew Molly.

It was a long and detailed conversation that we continued back at Molly's apartment. It turned out that Molly had been sleeping with both of us without us knowing. William had her on Friday and I had Saturday. During the week she managed the calendar so we didn't bump into each other, although it became obvious that on some occasions she had fucked both of us on the same day.

Molly said she loved being with both of us. She did not want to choose. William was taken as much by Molly as I was. Molly asked us to try an arrangement with the three of us living together. Needless to say, it took a lot of thought and rethinking before we all agreed. William and I both loved Molly and we shared her for the rest of the year. We all slept naked together in a king bed and it wasn't unusual to wake up while William fucked Molly and vice versa. We had many threesomes with her as well as time alone. And, she was up for sometimes kinky sex. Molly was fucked at least once a day by both William and me. This all took place well before polyamory entered into the language.