With most FWB situations, it's wham bam and you leave. At most you spend the night and get out first thing in the morning or something.
But we became good friends over this time. We had a ton in common. We just weren't in the position or desire of a relationship. It was one of the most intense sexual times of my life and I'd kill to attempt to repeat it one day with the right person. Who knows.. The woman I was messing with and I had come out to each other in having this fetish and we both pretty much admitted that it wasn't merely a desire to get pregnant that turned us on. While I found the natural changes a woman's body made to be beautiful, the crux of it all was a lifetime of anxiety in attempts to avoid pregnancy.
All the condoms, the birth controls, the scares at missed periods, the broken condoms, the depo shot wearing off, the times she had to get the morning after pill.. All my life, worrying and stressing that this could be life changing, not just for me and my partner — but for someone else.
We agreed, that we'd play this game, and we agreed that we'd deal with the "what ifs" if it ever came to be. We both made good money, and frankly, got a long better than most FWB's do. But neither of us, at the time, wanted more than dirty fun. But if push came to shove, we both knew we were able to handle the results. I think.. The game was based on her cycle which we mapped out on a calendar. A normal 28 day cycle where the fertile period started 9 days in.
From days 9 to 13, we assumed pregnant risk was roughly On Day 14 is when the stars start to align that makes pregnancy far more likely during ovulation. Just to make sure she was correct about her cycle, we did the whole Basal body temperature ordeal to know when ovulation was occurring a month in advance.
The game we were to play wasn't mapped out then, but we were flirting with the idea. The game was basically a big game of chicken. How far would we take it? How far would we look each other dead in the eye and not pull out? One of us either would initiate in a fashion or another. If we weren't there in person and we wanted sex, we'd flirt over txt messages, send naughty pictures, tell each other we were thinking about each other, that sort of thing..
The second, unless there was something legitimate — like a death in the family, a work emergency, a car accident, something like that — if we had the time, we couldn't turn down being invited to the other's place. We didn't have to consent to sex, but you couldn't turn away being in each other's presence. The third rule was one of good faith that we couldn't really enforce unless we were to get heavy into chastity devices, but we weren't allowed to masturbate.
At all. We even encouraged edging. But we were not allowed to make ourselves cum. If one of us had to come, we had to visit the other. Cumming didn't have to be done with sex. Fingering, toys, handjob, blowjob, even one of us rubbing the other OVER our clothes, anything was ok. It just had to be done by each other.
The last rule, was though intercourse didn't HAVE to take place, if at any point activities escalated to where a penis was in a vagina, that it could not be removed until completion of BOTH people having an orgasm. If I busted early, it didn't matter. I had to smash her with it being increasingly limp while she rubbed herself off.
The theory of it being that her orgasm would help drink up my own, deeper into her. If a person, at any point, refused to meet because we thought we were incapable of saying "no", OR if during sex one of us either pulled out or told the other to pull out — then that person lost the game.
The loser had to buy the other a pretty hefty gift. So no matter what, there were consequences. I don't think, I can think straight enough while recounting the details to really give a full and complete narrative of how the next 3, and yes i said, 3 months went. When times were the safest — we were scared at first, but easily grew comfortable with the low chances of conception.
We'd fuck, break, fuck again, and lay there in our sex. Somewhat anxious, somewhat scared, but mostly ok with what we did. As it became more dangerous, we fucked with each other harder. The teasing, flirting, mind games kept increasing. She'd wear skirts and low cut blouses almost every time we were around each other, the dirty pics and messages we went to each other increased exponentially.
Our subjects of conversation, while already pretty sexual as it was, was increasingly so. She knew i had a thing for heels and were ensure he had "fuck me" heels on when we got together. The first month, while she was ovulating, we never had sex. We'd tease each other all day until we were literally dizzy with desire. That a mere touch to her pussy or my cock would have been enough to throw us over the edge. We'd get together, and shit talk each other about the other being too scared to go through with it.
I'd lick her, she'd suck me, our faces would be flush like teenagers on hour long make out sessions. Our hands visibly shaking. There were a number of times of sliding the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and even busting all over the outside of her pussy. But during ovulation that first month, we never crossed the line. When we had sex again finally it was explosive, but a lot of the anxiety and tension had been let go. She was on her period not my favorite thing to do, but i don't mind and it felt nice to be in her again.
The 2nd month was a repeat of the previous. That day period, was a little more intense in our mind games with each other than the previous month,but we gave in more than the previous month as well. We decided during ovulation, this time, that our inhibitions were simply too strong and we needed to be weaker people. We needed more to fight against.
So we actually started going on one night a week or so, and teasing each other, while drinking. We'd crank some tunes and she'd give me some slutty lapdance getting increasingly naked in the process. Telling me to take off my own clothes. The first time we went out drinking we just ended up jerking each other off, daring the other to put it in as we had done a handful of times the first month. The 2nd time, the alcohol had kicked in. And we crossed the line. We were doing our usual teasing. She'd gotten brave and bratty, and started to taunt me "you won't do it, you're too scared..
I'd look at her and tell her she couldn't handle the reality. That if i put it in she'd be asking me to take it out in a second. We'd flip so she was straddling me, no matter how much she told me she wanted me to cum inside her, for her breasts and belly to swell, no matter what kind of dirty little slut she was, she didn't have the guts to sit on my cock.
Our taunting and shit talking had turned into a physical power struggle, one of us flipping the other over, one pretending to be in power while the other mocked them and that person turning the tables back on the other to see if they were any braver. On top of her, she called me a coward and a pussy at one point, and i was like "oh yeah? Her eyes got all bug eyed, she knew that the only way out now was to pull out.
Our game continued… with me telling her "we'll see who the pussy is, because if anyone is losing…it's you. I'm not pulling out". I'd gotten aggressive, telling her this is what you want anyways, you need me to cum in you, you need me to fill up your pussy with cum. I'd put my hand around her throat aggressively but lightly, telling her to tell me. It wasn't long before she was cumming on me hard and when she came it was all i could take. I broke her loss of self indulgence while she was riding her orgasm and told her "i'm going to cum..
After this, not that night but throughout the remaining time of her ovulating, we didn't see each other. We talked, but i think we were both scared. The game was still on though and at the tail end of her period, and we felt we were in the clear, we were back at it again. The third month, I would consider our most brave. From the tail end of her period, we had sex frequently.
Sometimes it was heavy, other times it was more chill. But it was too completion each time. During ovulation, she had a surprise for me. She had reserved for us a cabin in the mountains for a getaway…if i dared.
And oh i dared. Everytime we figured he'd hit max velocity with this, one of us would find another way to up the game. She brought every toy with her — anal beads, vibs, her wand, dildo.