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Temporary Girlfriend

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Chapter 25: Megan’s New Partner

Romance Sex Story: Chapter 25: Megan’s New Partner - A chance meeting between Josh and Megan leads a day later to pleading with her to become his ‘’temporary’ girlfriend and rescue him from becoming the butt of his family’s ire. Megan agrees. The family fully embraces her, and despite the ‘temporary’ label, they eventually wed and have their own sexual honeymoon with friends, involving her sister and others, living in a loving, polyamorous setting.

Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Sharing   Incest   Group Sex   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Voyeurism  

I loved tossing relationship questions at Greg, probably as much as he liked challenging me with detailed questions about the Cessna Citation. He was thinking. I repeated my challenge to him, “So, what would it feel like to live in an open partnership with somebody?”

He started slowly to respond, “My eyes are opening up rapidly in this discussion but let me try. There wouldn’t be the possessiveness I’ve felt in some relationships. I’d feel we were working towards some mutual goals yet I’d have my own goals and my partner’s encouragement to pursue them. They’d have goals and I’d support and encourage them, and we’d have some together. There wouldn’t be any jealousy, only support and encouragement. We’d both share a lot through conversation – share what we’re doing, how we think about things and other people, what we want from life and our plan for getting it. If there was a friction point, we’d address it right away and search for a way to eliminate it.”

“Go on,” I told him, “You’re doing well with your list.” I got in a few bites of my dinner.

He grinned and continued, “There wouldn’t be any ‘head games’ – like one of us trying to ‘one up’ the other. There’d be no secrets or sacred cows in terms of conversation. Consequently, we’d align on some pretty realistic expectations about our lives together. There’d be no myths we’d be trying to propagate and no wishes or fantasies we’d be trying to hide from the other.”

I nodded to Greg and he went on, “We’d be equals in the relationship. We’d be two independent people that are more because we’re together. That wouldn’t mean we’d exclude others, to the contrary because that would be how we’d grow and bring interesting things we learn back to the relationship – or even bring the people back to the relationship.”

“What about privacy?” I asked.

Greg thought for a minute as we sipped our sodas. Finally he said, “You could have too much ‘together time’ in a relationship. It’d be good to go out on your own – to be alone or to have a private time with someone else perhaps. Sometimes, you can be in the same room with someone but you need some psychic space to chill your mind and that would be okay. The other partner wouldn’t feel they were being ignored or dismissed.”

The waitress brought our dinners. I could see Greg appreciated the break from the intense drill I’d been putting him through. I actually thought I’d made him think harder about relationships than he had me on the Citation’s hydraulic systems.

I asked a question in the area we both carefully avoided so far; “Greg, we’ve not mentioned sex or intimacy so far. How’s that fit now that we’ve laid this foundation?”

He pondered the question and sipped his drink. He finally said, “It’s almost irrelevant. By definition an open partnership has a deep intimacy in it so the sex must be fantastic.”

“Is it a monogamous relationship?” I asked.

He thought again and said, “Not necessarily – in fact, I guess thinking about the way we talked about trust, sharing, reaching out to others, growing and evolving through each other and with others, that it’d be unusual if from time-to-time others weren’t involved in some intimate way – sexual perhaps but not a requirement.”

“Would the other people you brought into your open relationship be just with you or with the ‘couple’?” I asked.

“Either,” Greg said. “Or both or just one of the two.”

“Two?” I asked.

Greg frowned, “I don’t understand the question.”

“Does your partnership have to be restricted to two people – your relationship?” I asked.

“Wow,” Greg said. “No. No, it wouldn’t have to be would it. You could have three, four, or more people in an ‘open relationship’ couldn’t you?”

“Yes. I’ll give you an example; Josh’s sister Fiona got married last May to a really nice guy – Ray. The two of them had long before formed a relationship with another woman that they both love dearly and in every way you can imagine. Her name is Stacy and she’s pregnant with Ray’s child and Fiona is jumping around like an expectant father too.”

Greg nodded as he heard the story; he chuckled.

“There’s more,” I said and Greg leaned forward so as not to miss anything. “Fiona, Ray and Stacy are intimate with others close to them – like Josh and me, and Josh’s other sister and her husband. There’s are unbelievable support network you feel in these relationships.”

Greg sat back almost stunned by what I’d told him.

I then added, “So many guys or gals think that they’ll be happy when they get in the ‘right’ relationship so they keep looking for Ms. Right or Mr. Right. The starting place has really got to be that they’re happy NOW with who they are. You’ve got to be a whole person yourself to enter into an open partnership.”

Greg asked, “What about when you try to change the other person?”

I laughed, “Well, that’ll probably always happens but here’s another perspective on it. If you form a partnership – and say get married – with the expectation that you’ll change the other person you’ll probably be disappointed in your own success and in how you perceive the flexibility of your mate. If you take someone as they are and appreciate how they are in their freedom and independence, you’ll be happier longer than being mad that they haven’t changed in the way you want.”

“Any difference between guys and gals?”

“Fundamentally, no,” I told him. “Do remember, however, that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. If you don’t know what that means, find the book by that title and read it.”

Greg suddenly asked, “So, wait. You and Josh have an open relationship, yet you’ve said that you want to sleep with me. How’s that work? Is this okay with him? Don’t you have to ask him first?”

“Greg, I would do nothing to hurt Josh and he knows that. I love him dearly and I know he loves me. We work at our open relationship every day and it’ll become an open marriage in May. We may not get it right all the time but we’ll be trying every day.”

I paused and looked at Greg with a silly grin. I went on, “Now, to tell you the truth, we’ve used you in our recent lovemaking as an erotic stimulus. Josh has said to me, for instance, ‘Greg’s going to fuck you now; feel his cock slide into your pussy; and so forth.’ We role play.” I watched Greg blush again.

I went on, “So, I got to know you – and David too, I should add – well over the last month in ways you don’t even know about. You’ve been a part of my fantasies- our fantasies. I am so grateful for the two weeks we spent together last month on my ratings and now we get to do it again. I like you guys a lot – and being with you enriched my life in so many ways.”

I told him, “I shared my feelings for you with Josh including how I felt about you emotionally and physically. He told me to follow my bliss because he knows I will always come back to him stronger, smarter, happier, and more integrated because of you contribution to all that.”

“Megan, you are amazing,” Greg said. He reached over and took my hand and kissed it, wrapping the kiss inside my palm.

More in a mischievous mood, I took his middle finger and sucked it into my mouth in a remarkable simulation of a blowjob. Greg groaned and rolled his eyes upward.

About that time we heard the band start playing in the adjacent lounge. I immediately stood and took Greg’s hand. I told him, “You promised me a couple of dances. Stand and deliver, Stud!”

He grinned at my forwardness and followed me towards the lounge. We danced a couple of fast numbers and then melted into each other’s arms as the band started a series of slow dances. The dance floor filled up even further as we pressed our bodies together. I could feel Greg’s rising interest in me and responded to show him the feeling was mutual.

 
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