Polyamorous Relationship Stories Novels & Stories

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."

I’m one of the original partners, and ended my seven year relationship so my EXs could be together. This book was supposed to be dedicated to them; Thus I’ve changed the ending at least 89 times. It’s taken me almost two years to publish this novel, making it my longest project to date. I started it September of 2020, and finished writing the Epilogue May of 2022. That said, I still feel polyamorous relationships are every bit as valid as monogamous ones. Honesty is your best policy, as Sawyer learned the hard way.

I love you the same as I love Fiona and Abi. Fiona had a melt down today because I wasn't listening to her wants and needs. I get you need protection for now and I hope I'm reading this righ,t that you love me as much as I love you. Because Abi suggested something today. Fiona is dropping school tomorrow, and she wants to be my housewife and stay at home, mother. Abi, of course, wants to be my wife and Partner. You say you love me. That you love our entire family. Abi did some research and found something called a Polyamorous or Polyamory Relationship. It's a type of relationship where there are over two people in a committed relationship. All of them equal. So I want to know Tiffany, if you

Pulling over into a dark side road I turn the engine off. “Of course you deserve it, don’t be so crazy Alana, you are an amazing woman, and you deserve a lot of things.” Where is all this coming from and why now after such a good night for her? “I honestly feel greedy and like I am selfish having you to myself as well as Jackson.” I laugh at her. “You realise in the US there are like 2 million Poly relationships right over like 9 million relationships where they are poly, swingers, open relationships or similar, you are not greedy, lucky yes but greedy no kitten.” She nods and moves, her seat belt moving up as she climbs onto me.

I decided that after my night with Alex, I would tell my parents about my four husbands, and to hell with the consequences. Except for the werewolf part. It was going to be a lot for my parents to digest — me admitting I was in a relationship with four brothers. Polyamory wasn't a subject that had ever been discussed around our dinner table. Mum and Dad were happy inside their monogamous bubble. They were old school, married at twenty-one, then moved in together, leaving it a year before they conceived me. My thoughts drifted back to when one of my mum's relatives had fallen pregnant out of wedlock. They considered it the scandal of the century. But putting my reservations aside, it was the

"We are an exclusive, closed, polyamorous relationship forged in the fires of this club, anchored by intense power exchange, and sustained by an absolute, unyielding love." A soft, collective exhale moved through the Library. In the mainstream world, polyamory was often dismissed as a loophole for infidelity, a symptom of greed, or an inability to commit. But looking at the three of them—anchored to one another with a devotion so fierce it was almost palpable—the myth dissolved instantly.

Watched the way Ava's exhaustion seemed to ease slightly, now that the crisis had passed. They'd made it through the first real test of what it meant to be collaborators and colleagues and, in his case, partners, all at the same time. It wasn't perfect. The relationships were still complicated. But they were functional, and they were real, and they were holding.