Polyamorous Relationship Stories Novels & Stories

“You might have heard of polygamists…” “Yes,” she frowned it was normally not a flattering term. “Well, this is it’s cousin. This isn’t… casual for us,” he rolled onto his side to face her. “We didn’t start this as… titillation, Mira. It is a relationship, not a casual f-k.” She turned to face him, still frowning. “How did you decide that you wanted to do this?” She was puzzled. “It is not like… the run of the mill kink, like leather or handcuffs...”

I give him a look as to tell him not to start in on that, but then I continue on, “There are all different types of dynamics when it comes to this lifestyle and one of them, which is not an unusual one is polyamorous.” “Polya-what?” He asks confused. “Oh Ella, just come out and say it, don’t confuse your father even more.” My mother chastises with a smirk. My father looks at my mother, “You already know what this is about?” “I didn’t until just a moment ago and now I have a pretty good idea.” She states. My dad turns back to me, questioningly, “Ella...” “Dad... me, Jace, and Jude are all in a relationship together.” I say it really fast that it takes him a moment to catch on to what I just s

Enter Davien. It must be really bizarre for him to see his twin doing the deed with me since they both have the same face. Did he see himself instead of Damon? Was he repulsed by it? What if… Had they ever considered that? No, I am not into something polygamous relationships. No, I am not against everyone who’s into it. Nevertheless, I am one hundred percent accurate that it does not apply to me. It’s not for everybody. It’s not for the faint of hearts.

Charles shrugs, “Yeah but I thought that it would be more appropriate to just do it in person and also so we can have Nikki’s lasagna.” I laugh, “I made the lasagna, and she made the dessert.” Charles looks at me worriedly, “Then we better say grace.” I chuckle, “Fuck you.” Everyone laughs and we begin to eat. “I have a feeling there is more to the story,” I say. “Well, we’ve decided to have a polyamorous relationship,” Damien says. Nikki and I look at each other and her eyes are telling me, that she knows it. “Okay, but why? How? Does that mean you’ll get married to all three of you or what?”

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

Alex behind me, his thick cock stretching my pussy wide, while Blake stood in front, gripping my hair and feeding me his dick until it hit the back of my throat, or maybe they'd fight over who got to fill which hole, Alex taking my ass while Blake claimed my pussy, both of them buried deep, using me like their personal toy. The mere thought made me gasp, and my fingers moved faster, dipping inside my slick entrance, then back to my clit, rubbing tight little circles. It didn't take long. Pleasure coiled sharp and fast, and I bit down on my pillow to muffle the moan as I came hard, my hips bucking off the mattress. My walls fluttered around my fingers, fresh wetness soaking my hand and the sh

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

“Louis and I… we’ve been through so much. Our love story isn’t just romance—it’s destiny.” I spun the tale of our relationship, weaving in just enough drama to make it thrilling, just enough devotion to make it aspirational. By the time I finished, the table was practically swooning. And then—she arrived. Emily.

"Ishh, I want to tell you. Listen!" "What story? About your ex again? Haven't moved on from him yet?" Evi had guessed first. Lately, Dita had been talking about her ex, whom she had dumped for cheating on her while she was still dating him. Dita was the one who decided, she was also the one who was gamon. "No, I've moved on," Dita lied. In fact, she still loves and hopes that her ex will return to her. "Good. So, what's the story?" Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably.

She gulps and looks at me with guilt in her eyes, "You'd still want him." "Yes," she whispers, "But you already know that. He can be our little secret?" "No," I say, her shoulders fall a bit, "We're accepting the whole truth. We're all involved, the three of us. And what we have is a polyamorous relationship. Me and my brother are both involved with you, but we're not involved with each other, obviously. People are going to have a lot of opinions and questions, but I'm willing to deal with them."