First Time Sharing My Girlfriend With A Stranger

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How can it be this easy? And yet it can, when your girlfriend looks like this. When she dresses to impress. In college, guys just want to have sex. What do they care if she’s got a boyfriend already, if she’s attractive?

So here we are, at a bar.

Guys are talking to her. Making her smile, laugh. Staring down her top. Buying her drinks. Am I jealous? Strangely not. She keeps glancing behind her, checking I’m still here. Quickly assessing me each time for signs that I’m not handling it well. But I am.

She sits there, twirling her hair in her fingers, crossing her legs to draw his eyes down, where her minidress hardly covers her thighs. And she shows me how easy it would be, if we were ever to split up, for her to find someone new. It wouldn’t be the same for me. It would take me a long time to find someone new. But then, perhaps she’s ruined me for other women. She shows me how easy it is for her to just walk out to a bar, and meet guys who would want to take her home for sex. Guys who might even want a relationship.

And yet, it’s clear she’s still with me.

The whole reason she’s doing this, is for me.

She looks at the guy and gives a little nod, and then slips off the bar stool. Walking toward me, she smiles, a twinkle in her eyes.

‘This is Oliver,’ she says, just like that. As if it’s no big deal.

Oliver gives me a little nod, the corners of his mouth curling up into a wry smile, a smile that says he knows about me and Ava. He knows our little game. He knows, and he doesn’t care — he’s down for it, if he gets to fuck Ava.

I give him a little nod back. Trying to look cool, collected, calm. That we do this all the time, that it’s no big deal. That I know he’s going to have sex with my girlfriend, but that afterward, I get to make her sing.


I follow them back. They look like a new couple, coming home from their first date, and she’s told him she’s the type who has sex on a first date. It’s exciting for her, I can tell. And that makes it exciting for me, strangely. Unexpectedly. Oh, I told her my fantasy before. That’s what got us into this. But when she made it reality, I never expected it to feel so powerful.

My heart is pounding even before we’ve reached the dorm. My body is trembling before we’ve each reached the door to her room. My cock is hard before I’m even sitting down in the armchair, watching Oliver strip down to his underwear.

It’s college, I tell myself, trying to act calm. It’s normal to have sex with lots of people. I had always assumed that Ava would have sex with me, and then move on to somebody else. Perhaps that underlying assumption had fed into my fantasy of watching her move on to somebody else.

‘You okay?’ she asks me.

Oliver has his arm around her waist. He glances over at me, quick enough to make sure I haven’t changed my mind and/or turned into a psychopath. I’m impressed at how laidback he seems about it all.

Ava stands, and Oliver stands with her. He peels her dress up her body, revealing her little pink panties, and that fact that she’s not even wearing a bra. Her nipples have been stiff all evening. It’s another reason why she had no difficulty whatsoever drawing interest from other guys at the bar.

She turns to face him, and he’s removing her panties already, but she looks over at me, an amused expression on her face. Saying without words, isn’t this crazy?

He crouches to let her step out of her panties, and his eyes are level with her exposed sex. Unbelievable. She’s had a Brazilian wax job, special for tonight. Oliver’s clearly impressed. The bulge in his Calvin Klein’s is testament to how much he’s impressed.

Ava brushes her hair back over her shoulders, as if she’s worried it will block my view.

Then she has her hands on the waistband of his underwear, stretching it so she can see what’s inside. Sliding it down his hips so the material catches on his huge erection. Amused and thrilled when it breaks free, standing aloft, jutting out between them.

This feels weird. There’s a naked man in my girlfriend’s room with her, and it’s not me. I’m sitting in the corner, resisting the temptation to get my own cock out, considering the fact that there’s another guy in here with his out, and we all know that line about too many cooks. Or is it ‘cocks’? It works both ways.

I could be a ghost. The ghost of her old boyfriend, dealing with her moving on to someone new after my passing. This story could have a twist ending like The Sixth Sense. A new spin on the O-face. Oh.

But this is no ghost story. I’m really sitting here, and Ava is really climbing onto her bed, completely naked, with a naked Oliver lying beside her. His hands are on her breasts. He kisses one of her nipples, and then her neck. I’m pleased he doesn’t kiss her mouth. Somehow, that makes me feel better.

Then he has his hand on her pussy.


It’s a little shocking how quickly the guy gets to it. It took me a month to get this far with her. Some guys are just this confident, I guess. Actually, it’s kind of nice she gets to have fun with a guy who is so obviously different from me.

He strokes her there, feeling how wet she’s getting already, and how wonderfully smooth she is after her waxing trauma.

And then he’s climbing between her legs, and she’s spreading them for him, a big joyous smile on her face, and to my surprise he ducks down to begin licking her pussy. I suppose I assumed a guy like him would give her his big, hard dick, and that would be that. She might go down on him a little first but then they’d be right into the pounding.

But we’re heading into the second decade of the twenty-first century. He’s taking care of her needs first. He seems to be enjoying it, too. I feel an ounce of smugness. She’s my girlfriend. I could go down on her any time. I try to remember the last time I did. Honestly, I can’t remember doing it with her. I think of how it usually is between us — she’s always rushing on to penet

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Written by Max Sebastian
Cargado August 16, 2020
Notes A college student wants to share his girlfriend with a stranger they meet at a bar.
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