The sex-filled weekend that I still fantasize about

[ladventures1]

First time posting in this forum, so forgive me if I don’t follow protocol. I have been trying to write a story, but am stuck, so I thought I would put elements of my fantasy here and see if it sparks anyone else’s imagination.

This idea is based on a fling that I canceled because of guilt, and now I still fantasize about it and regret not going through with it.

I was 20, just starting my junior year of college. The previous semester and summer I had traveled Europe, and my boyfriend and I took a break.

Before dating my boyfriend, I had been a virgin, although I was experienced with handjobs, blowjobs and had a couple regular friends with benefits who were expert pussy lickers. About a year before, my boyfriend became my first penetrative sex partner. I was sure this was forever love. But then I went to Europe, and we both wanted to explore without feeling guilty. So we took a break.

While we were on break, I had sex with three guys in Europe. I confessed everything to my boyfriend, and he told me he had two sexual partners while I was gone, including one of my close friends. I felt his behavior was worse, because it was a betrayal to sleep with my friend.

After I returned home, we were talking about getting back together, but I was still hurt that he had slept with my friend. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. In the end, we got back together and have been married for more than 20 years now.

Maybe that’s why I still fantasize about the weekend. I was living in an apartment near my large university with three other girls. I had just moved in, and my “boyfriend” had actually helped me set up some furniture (he had a large SUV that could hold my stuff, so I asked for a favor).

But it was awkward. We didn’t fool around. I gave him a clumsy kiss on the cheek as he left.

It was extra awkward because I was thinking about another guy. One of the guys I hooked up with in Europe had been calling me. He was a US military member, and he had just finished a training course about 90 minutes from my school. He had asking if he could visit me that weekend. I didn’t tell my boyfriend that within 24 hours I was planning to have another guy in the bed he just moved in and helped me set up.

But the whole thing made me feel so guilty. I knew my boyfriend and I had something real, and I didn’t want to ruin it for a weekend full of orgasms from the hot Marine. In my guilt, I called the Marine and canceled.

I have masturbated dozens of times to fantasies of how we would have spent the weekend. Our hookups in Europe were always rushed because neither of us had our own place. One time his roommate walked in and made eye contact with me as we was on my knees and his buddy was taking me from behind doggystyle.

Even though I shared a bedroom at my college apartment, my roommate and I were good about giving each other privacy when needed. And she had offered to stay somewhere else while the Marine was in town. He and I could have had fun all weekend.

I would love some help - especially written from the guy’s perspective.

Notes that may be helpful.
We had plans to go dancing Friday night at a 90s dance club. I had picked out a short skirt and a thong that my boyfriend had given me. I thought it was dirty to have another guy take off the panties that he had given me as a gift. Saturday we would sleep in and then go to the school’s college football game. Nights after football games were always wild.

As I said, I was 20 at the time. 5-6, athletic. Curly brown hair that I wore in a short bob, blue eyes. I thought I had good-sized tits, although not as big as I do now after three kids. Back then, guys called them “perky.” With a little triangle of a bush that I kept neat.

The Marine was a little older. 22. Very fit, and 5-11, a couple inches taller than my boyfriend. He was sweet and gentle at first, and as sex got more intense he got more aggressive. We always used condoms for penetration. He was the second guy who I ever swallowed for. Something I didn’t do for my boyfriend until much later. He was about the same size as my boyfriend, maybe slightly longer but the same thickness.

Sometimes when I fantasize about it, I also imagine fucking the Marine and then telling my boyfriend how bad I was. I thought about writing a Literotica story using that point of view: Me confessing my weekend-long fuckfest with the Marine to my serious boyfriend.

But I am open to any point of view. Maybe even from my roommate’s point of view? As she watched her churchgoing roommate act slutty all weekend.

 

[susurrus]

Wow, that's quite the convoluted tale.

What are you really looking to do here? Do you want to roleplay one of these scenarios with someone else? It sounds like, since you both have, essentially, cheated on one another, that the concept of an open relationship isn't out of the question. The open relationship thing is the only notion that works for me, because I do not like the idea of going outside the relationship and it hurting someone.

I think, if this is, indeed, you asking which route to take for an actual story and not a roleplay, that it might be most interesting to do the roommate route, and for her to find the pair going at it, and to be discovered doing so. She's invited to stay, but only as an observer, perhaps being invited to join in right at the end. The boyfriend thing just adds too much of an aspect of cheating, unless you do a whole lot of out-of-the-action explanation on the relationship they have. Even then, there will be people who will ding you for it.

If you like, we can discuss this off-board and I'll try to help you. PM me if this sounds like a good idea