A Long Distance Couple Adventure

We had only spent a few hot summer days in a romantic city together -- hot in every way -- but afterwards it didn't feel like a summer fling. We both knew we were in love, but for a while we didn't really want to admit it to each other (and maybe not even to ourselves).

The long distance would make coming together difficult for a while, so we avoided contact for a couple of weeks afterwards -- until we couldn't take it anymore. Our hearts were fully captured already, so there was no way out of this one.

We started chatting first, then talking here and there, and then five days on almost non-stop video calls. We were thousands of miles apart, but we felt closer than we could ever have imagined possible.

But of course we also missed the physical touch and were craving to have sex. So we started masturbating together on the video calls while telling each other stories of past sexual experiences with other people.

I remember the very first time we did this like it was yesterday, because I was surprised how turned on we both got from sharing sexual memories with past lovers with each other -- and we did not get naked on camera this first time, we just looked at each other's faces while being aware we were both masturbating.

I still can see that orgasm in her face now on the cinema screen of my imagination -- I had never seen such a beautiful ecstatic face before, it has become a sacred icon in my memory temple that I revisit often.

In one of those calls we started talking about how horny we both were every day and how much we really wanted to have sex. And then we had this idea: Why not have sex with someone else while we were apart? And both have sex with someone else at the same time, and chat and talk before and after?

It didn't take much convincing -- we were both ready for this adventure.

She knew that her ex would always be ready to have sex with her again, so she contacted him to plan our adventure. I got in touch with a woman I had been friends with benefits for a time and asked her if she fancied meeting again.

We figured out a day and time that worked for everyone, taking into consideration the time difference as well.

We were going to have this adventure together. The next few days in the run-up to the adventure we talked about it a lot. How much we both wanted to fuck. How much she wanted her ex's body and feel his cock inside her, how much she craved being fucked by him. How much I wanted to fuck my friend, feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, kiss her tits and fuck her like crazy.

But the extra turn-on came from knowing we would both have sex at the same time and that we would think about each other while fucking someone else, think about having sex with each other, and also imagining during sex with someone else how our love was having sex with somebody else. (It almost gets erotically philosophical at this point... 🙂)

We talked about how much we wanted each other to really enjoy the experience, to savour the sex, and how much we looked forward to the other having great sex -- because, God, we really needed real sex now!!

So finally the day came and I was texting her on the way to my friend. She told me that her ex was on his way and she was already waiting in bed naked. And then she sent me that photo that I will never forget and that I still regard as one of the most erotic photos ever: A photo of her upper body and her lightly opened mouth, her arm covering one of her breasts, her fingers curled resting on her lower lip. Everything in that photo oozed expectation of sex. It was like I could feel her wet pussy longing for cock. As if I wasn't hard already, this photo made my cock so extremely hard and brought on some pre-cum without me even touching myself. All I wanted now is fuck and for her to be fucked.

I arrived at the flat of my friend and sent my love a text that I was going in. She told me her ex was about to arrive, too. I went in and my friend was already waiting in a red silk robe with nothing underneath. We started kissing passionately immediately and she tore off my clothes like a ravenous animal. I got rid of her robe and she got on her knees sucking my cock -- as I was imagining how my love sucked it, back in that romantic city, and then imagined how right now she might be having her ex's cock in her mouth, giving him the same kind of pleasure that I was receiving at this very moment. I felt that while I was having sex with my friend and she was having sex with her ex, we were making love to each other, in a spiritual and carnal and magickal way.

My friend pulled me to the bedroom and motioned my head between her legs -- now it was my time to kneel and taste her pussy. I wondered if my love's ex was licking her right now? And while I stroked my cock I couldn't help picturing how my love was now kissing her ex while he fucked her and how much she was enjoying feeling his cock inside her. So I put a condom on and started fucking my friend, our lips and tongues locked, putting her legs up, caressing her breasts, enjoying the feeling of every thrust in her wide open wet cunt. Not thinking of my love for a bit, just really getting into this experience of ravishing the naked body of my friend.

And then this idea flashed through my head: What if I could film a short clip of this and send it to my love afterwards as a special surprise?

My friend knew I had a long-distance girlfriend and that she had agreed to this -- so I asked her if she would mind me filming for a bit and share the video with my love afterwards.

"That's so hot!" she exclaimed. "You two must really be in love!" She laughed and said: "Let's do it, but please leave my face out of the video, I don't want to become a porn star. :-)"

So I took my phone out and filmed 30 seconds of me fucking her. And I couldn't help but think about how much I would love to see a video of my love being fucked by her ex. Why didn't I have that idea earlier?

It was time for my friend to get on all fours -- her favourite position, she always came while I was fucking her this way and playing with her clit. But before I made her cum I filmed thirty seconds of this as well -- I wanted my love to see this gorgeously shaped ass of my friend and my cock inside of her pussy.

Then I fucked her really hard from behind, the way I knew she liked, and played with her clit until she screamed her orgasmic moans. She turned around, pulled the condom off and said, "Cum on my tits!" which I was more than happy to do. When I shot my cum on her breasts I thought of my love having an orgasm and taking her ex's cum all over her body.

My friend and I kissed for a while and then I got dressed and prepared to leave. "You must have found someone really special that you want to do this kind of thing with her and can maintain a relationship over this long distance," my friend said. "I am really happy for you and wish you all the best."

I was really touched by that, because I knew it was true -- I had found someone truly special who I loved deeply and who I felt free with and who I trusted immeasurably.

I left the flat and checked my messages. My love had written, "I know you can't read this right now, because you are having fun. My ex has arrived. I will text you after. I love you."

I sent her a message that I just left my friend's flat and that I hope she was really enjoying herself and that I couldn't wait to talk to her and that I loved her very much too.

A little later her message arrived: "He left just now."

"Did you have fun?" I asked.

"Yeeeees," came her immediate reply.

A few hours later I video-called her. "You look fucked," I joked. She laughed that amazingly beautiful laugh of hers which made me fall deeper in love with her every time.

"Did you enjoy fucking him?" I asked.

"Yes, very much. Did you enjoy the sex as well?"

I told her how much I enjoyed it and how I was thinking of her a lot while fucking and of her being fucked by her ex. She told me she did same, imagining sex with me and thinking of how I was fucking my friend while she was having sex.

And then I told her I have a surprise for her and sent her the video clips. "I knew you would!" she said, laughing that incredible laugh again. She already knew what a pervert I was and that I was capable of the most pornographic deeds.

And then she told me how she went to the shower after her ex fucked her and told him from the shower, "I'm a dirty slut!" He had replied that sounded funny coming from the shower. I definitely agreed with that.

In this dirty slut, with her smart mind and open heart and gorgeous laughter, I had found my soulmate.