I remember the first time he asked me if he could have fuck buddies. My reaction was an immediate no. I also thought he was joking, but we had a more serious conversation about it later. I was so worried we'd break up over it. We hadn't been together all that long, but I did really care about him. I just didn't know if I could share. Besides, I had grown up in a conservative and religious family. They were very strict about the whole "one man, one woman" thing. It didn't matter that I'm also bisexual and have always preferred women. I wasn't acting on it, and I felt neither should he.

A lot has changed since then. I've grown so much as a person, and my mind has really opened to so many things. Sharing and having other sexual partners is now something I thoroughly enjoy and look forward to. Our relationship has also grown a lot, and I feel we're so much closer. Maybe more people should try open relationships. It forces you to communicate more with each other. No hiding anything, especially feelings. That open communication builds trust. Lito may prefer men and really enjoy his time with Hernando, but he still always comes back to me. There are no words to describe how happy and loved that makes me feel. Even when I'm the one having fun with my friends and come back to him, he's always eager to snuggle up and hear all about it. It soothes and reassures any insecurities, and it's also a good learning experience. Lito had only ever been with men before we got together, so sometimes the sex wasn't that great in the beginning…

"Babe," I squeal eagerly. "OMG, I can't even describe how amazing it was!" I haven't even closed the door to our apartment yet, but the words are bubbling up too soon and demanding to come out before I explode.

I hear him standing up from the other room and almost running to me. I wave my hand toward the bedroom so we can talk. It's become a nice little habit. Any time either of us spends sexual time without the other, we regroup in bed, snuggling, talking, and playing one of his movies in the background.

"Tell me everything, Dani, my love," he says, grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter as he passes. We don't even bother with glasses.

"Since this is the first time Rosa and I have gotten together like this, I was a bit nervous. She's been with other women before and is more experienced than I am. Plus, we've hung out before without having sex. Was it going to be awkward? Would her husband be there? Would he want to watch? I had told her it was fine if he wanted to be there, if it made him feel any better. I'm not really sure what works for them. But he wasn't there. What was there, though, was a whole fancy spread. She had wine and a snack tray all set up. There were tamales, chips and salsa, ceviche. Don't even get me started on how amazing her guacamole was! She had candles going and everything. Ya know, they actually worked really well with all the plants she has around the house." The words are all just spilling out of me so fast. I haven't even made it to the bed yet, though Lito flung himself on the covers immediately, ready to listen and get tipsy. His eyes are intent on me, hungry. I wonder if he's hungry for the story or more. He usually doesn't get turned on by my stories of time with other women, seeing as he's mostly gay. But this time feels different. It feels different to me too. I've wanted Rosa for a long time, and I think he's getting excited because I'm excited. Dios, I love this man.

I finally have my heels off and plop on the bed, shimmying over to snuggle on his chest as I continue. "Anyway, she offers me all this food, and suddenly I'm not even thinking about fucking her anymore. It all smelled so delicious! But once we're sitting down and eating, talking a little about this and that, she offers me a bite of her ceviche." I pause and tilt my head up to look him in the eye. "It was so hot," I say quietly. "She had this look on her face as she's watching my mouth. Just to be a little mean, I lick my lips real slow." I giggle, remembering the soft moan that escaped her in response.

"And you say I'm a tease," Lito jokingly scolds me, offering me the bottle of wine he'd opened while I had been struggling with my shoes.

I take a gulp before resuming my story, absentmindedly running the bottom of the bottle around his nipple, watching it pucker up from the attention. "So then of course now the food is completely forgotten. It felt like an eternity before her lips made it to mine, but coger… She tasted better than her food." I shift my leg over his, trying to subtly rub against him just at the thought. He pushes his leg farther between mine, calling me out and letting me know I'm not being nearly as sneaky as I think I am. I try to ignore the heat growing and focus on Lito and our conversation. "I'm sure we made a mess of her table in our rush to get to the bedroom, but her husband must have cleaned it up when he got home. I had more important things to think about at the time. I needed to see what every inch of her tasted like. She wanted to pay me back for licking my lips and took her sweet time slowly taking her shirt off. But once I saw her topless, totally worth it."

Lito laughs. "I know you're a boob girl."

"I can't help it! They were perfect. Fit in my hands like that's where they were meant to be. Her nipples hardened in my mouth as if saying they wanted farther inside my warmth. She got goosebumps as if her skin was coming alive just because I touched it. Her breath stuttering out of her as if she couldn't catch her breath in the excitement. I could feel her heart racing through her chest, matching mine. Once she was naked, I don't think I've seen anyone so gorgeous. The light from the candles made shadows in all her valleys, begging me to get closer and explore what the light couldn't touch. When I finally tasted her, it felt like salvation, better than holy communion."

My voice is getting huskier as I go along. I realize I've been softly grinding against Lito's leg shamelessly. His body is responding, though I'm not sure if it's in response to my story, the obvious arousal in my voice, or the grinding of my core on his thigh. I set the bottle of wine on the nightstand and gently brush my hand from his nipple and down his happy trail. I slip my hand in his boxers and give him an initial stroke. I can feel his heart beat a little faster, but he makes no noise. I gently run my fingers across his head as I talk.

"I felt high on the way she felt and tasted, the sounds she made as she begged for more and less at the same time. We didn't want it to end, but it felt so good. Her legs pulling me in farther as she cried out and came. It was such a divine experience. It took her a bit to catch her breath, but before I knew it, she had flipped me on my back. You know that spot on the left side of my neck… It was like she knew exactly where and how to touch me to set me on fire. I was burning alive and being reborn. Her breasts against my skin, her hands all over me, and her tongue teasing places I didn't even know were sensitive…"

I pull my hand from his boxers and roll his nipple between my fingers, imitating what Rosa had done to me to make me lose my mind. This time he can't hold back the groan of pleasure as he closes his eyes and bucks his hips up, enjoying what my hand is doing but also begging it to return to his cock. I replace my hand with my mouth and decide to abandon the story altogether, at least for now. My hand whispers back down, and his breath escapes all at once. I can tell neither of us will last long, but the intensity will be worth it. I manage to rid us of the minimum amount of clothes necessary and shift on top of his hips. We stare intently as I slip down on him. I stifle the moan climbing my throat with his mouth. We maintain eye contact as I move above him, assuring him of our connection. Rosa may have given me an incredible sexual experience, but that doesn't compare to the profound emotional bond, safety, and love that this man and I share. I will always come back to him, ground myself and our relationship.

I feel the tension quickly building and move faster. He grabs my hips and pushes me into him further, which is my undoing. I keep my eyes open, allowing him to see all of me and what I'm feeling. My muscles gripping him tighter pushes him over the edge shortly after me. "Dani," he breathes out reverently. I collapse in a heap on top of him, my chest heaving into his with our labored breathing.

"Well," I laugh a minute later, my heart having finally slowed to a normal rate again and my breathing back to normal. "Saying that was good would be quite the understatement."

He chuckles, shaking me on top of him. "Indeed. As good as Rosa?" he asks, a laugh audible in his words.

I sit up and look at him closely, running my fingers through his hair softly. I need him to know how serious I am, despite his joking tone. "Always."