My first Literotica submission is also the first entry in a planned series!
As the title suggests, the follows the progress in the relationship between two promiscuous individuals who fall for one another and begin their exploring their romance without sacrificing the previous lifestyle they shared and which brought them together.
Though they are a heterosexual couple, this series will have a lot of themes including all manner of homosexual pairings, group sex, exhibitionism & voyeurism, BDSM, role-play and much more! There won't be much that'll be off limits for our impulsively hedonistic protagonists.
Hope you enjoy!~~~~~~~~
Heather and Liam are two London residents. Young professionals with a very active and rather wild sex life. Both being pansexual 20-somethings with a generous blessing of genetics and a diligent fitness routine, they had seldom struggled with an empty bed. They have always been insatiable and open-minded.
Neither had been in a committed relationship since their teens, choosing to forgo monogamy. They never even bothered to try for a poly relationship before meeting, choosing instead to live an unshackled and carefree, though hardly careless, life. They were always safe and always made sure their lovers knew that sex is all they were after. Being careful with other's emotions has always been important to both.
When they became a couple, they only got more adventurous, feeding off of each other's hypersexuality. They've been together for nearly a year now, and will be celebrating their first anniversary in just a few weeks.
They've had a few conversations on the subject of how they'd categorize their love and come to the conclusion that they are two very proud sluts in an open-relationship. They're both each other's true one and only, no matter how many playmates each has on the side or share together. Obviously, that's hardly the way they would describe themselves to anyone outside of their little circle of fun.
Maintaining the image that they're a typical monogamous couple is just a lie of omission to help keep things on an even-keel. This lie is not unlike what they tell people when they're asked how Heather and Liam met.
It was a casual hookup through one dating app or another; which one, neither of them could say. Both of them used every platform available at the time. At some point, those apps become interchangeable. It's just the way things are in the 21st century. They deleted their accounts when they got together, only to make new ones as a couple.
They decided early on in their relationship that they would become one of those couples that lied about how they met. It became a fun little game for them.
They had the principal lie they would tell; to family, close friends and important contacts; if and when they were asked. An amalgam of their narratives went something along the lines of:
"Met in the campus library, in the philosophy section. Heather was looking for 'Meditations' by Marcus Aurelius. Liam was browsing through an introductory book on humanism. They'd never noticed each other in class before, sitting on opposite sides of the lecture hall.
She was coy and asked if he had seen the one she was searching for. When he said no, she asked him if he could help her find it. They talked about the book he was reading while they looked around.
When he found her book, he was shy but managed to ask if she wanted to grab a coffee and chat about philosophy some more. When she said yes, he told her he was going to take her to the best café in the area. She said she had a favorite spot, being that she was a coffee addict, and would judge him based on his choice.
They laughed when they realized both had the same place in mind and, after several hours together seemed to breeze by, the rest is history."
The imagined scenario painted a picture of a romcom's simplistically charming meet-cute. It was very far from how it actually happened but was easy to remember and further embellish if they so fancied. It didn't raise many questions, either, since they had indeed gone to the same university, though they'd attended that class during different semesters.
They found that no one ever thought too hard about it, though.
There were other lies, of course. The ones they would tell to coworker or others who, likewise, would never have the opportunity to hear a contradiction of what they had been told. After all, how often does such a thing come up in conversation? Who would ask someone's family or friends something like 'Hey, can you confirm how Heather and Liam met?'
Those little white lies were the more creative ones.
Liam's favorite was the one he told the office busybody, a loud, obnoxious girl who loved being the center of attention.
"Heather was the new kid in elementary school. She'd transferred over when she moved from the East End. Her first day there, I caught her crying in the stairway during recess. She'd been bullied for her cockney accent, of course. I was going to walk right by because it was sort of awkward, but something made me stop and try to cheer her up.
I grabbed her attention with a 'hey' and told her this one of my dad's most god-awful knock-knock jokes, completely ignoring the fact she was crying. She groaned and told me my joke sucked. I laughed and told her that at least I tried.
We became friends, all the way through secondary. We started dating during our last year but that ruined everything. We graduated broken-hearted and no longer on speaking terms. Then, years after that, I was driving downtown when she rear-ended me. It was my fault, really. I stopped too fast because I thought I saw a bloody dog run past my car.
When she got out to yell at me, we were so surprised to see each other again, we didn't even bother with the fender-bender. The rest is history."
That got a big 'awww' from his gossiping coworker. The very next day, another girl told Liam that his story was the cutest she'd ever heard and that he 'shouldn't trust that cow' with any personal information.
Heather's lie to her 'work-husband', as she called him, was much dramatic and juicier. She had no fear he would spread the story around, so she took great pleasure in concocting the most salacious story she could come up with to test the poor man's seemingly modest impression of her.
"I was a bridesmaid at his wedding. Liam was marrying a good friend. She'd turned into a bridezilla during the wedding planning. She decided that they would have a "hag party" instead of a separate stag and hen. She wanted to make sure that the best man didn't have a chance to come up with something she would disapprove of.
Like most people, I thought that was more than a little unfair, considering it wasn't really about celebrating together and more about her lack of trust in Liam, who seemed like an absolute sweetheart.
They decided on a trip to Amsterdam, which everyone was excited about. When we got there, we expected hash bars, red light district, maybe some thumping nightclubs. Bridezilla decided they'd rent a boat and buy fireworks, instead.
Well, I could tell very early on that Liam was putting on an act, but really wasn't happy with his last night as a free man. So after a few drinks, I decided to give him exactly what his bride-to-be was afraid of.
I took him aside, we found a hidden spot, and... well, y'know... corrupted him. Let's just say that even after the vows and their honeymoon, Liam was still mine. The marriage didn't last long."
That got a chuckling 'wow' from her surprised, somewhat embarrassed coworker. The next day, she found that he had a blushing smile and divertive gaze every time they talked. The work-husband had work-divorced her.
Heather and Liam had laughed at each other's shenanigans when they relayed those stories. It made them feel almost as naughty as the things they got up to in the bedroom.
They told many other lies about the way they got together. It was just a chance meeting; a blind date set up by a mutual friend; they'd been drinking buddies with a long-running joke of being 'boyfriend and girlfriend' which eventually turned official.
Heather and Liam were very creative with their relationship's origin story, if for no other reason than they felt that their burning love and desire for one another deserved a story which reflected that. That, and taking liberties with the truth seemed to get their blood flowing, sometimes.
In reality, the story of how they met was much more straight-forward.
It was a primal urge. A mutual itch with a fairly typical way of scratching it, leading to an unexpected connection.
They'd both swiped right, or sent a heart, or clicked on 'interested'. Whatever it was, the internet matched them up.
Their profiles were both attractively unconventional to one another.
Heather's was brutally honest and offensively twisted and funny to the point of charming him.
Liam's was laboriously long and somewhat flowery and laughable to the point of charming her.
Both, however, left no ambiguity as to their intentions.
