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Our flight to Crete was on time. Sarah and I were at Gatwick airport, waiting to board our flight. Even with the early morning time, we couldn’t stop grinning at each other as we were in love, this being our first holiday together.I looked at Sarah. She had still not told me what she had brought with her to wear and I couldn’t help being intrigued, and hoping that the clothes would show plenty of Sarah’s beautiful body.A week ago, Sarah had gone on a shopping trip to the city with her best friend, Lisa. It was to buy some sexy clothes just for this holiday, but when she returned, Sarah simply refused to tell or show me any of them. They were her secret, and it was going to stay that way until we were in Crete and, according to her, officially on holiday.As we sat there waiting for our call, I warmly hinted, “We are on holiday now.”Sarah smiled at me. She knew what I was on about… yet again!“As I have told you many times, David, it is going to be a surprise,” Sarah calmly replied, with more than a hint of a wicked grin. It was all she would tell me about her new clothes.Sarah knew how my brain worked, and the intoxicating thoughts my mind was having; how it had gone into overdrive. I was overthinking and imagining an almost-dressed Sarah parading around the hotel on my arm, with well-hung men drooling over her, my hot girl. They were desires I tried to keep in check, but I still could not help but smile as I looked at Sarah, my cock hardening yet again in my shorts.The tannoy speakers came to life. Our gate was open. We were going on holiday together, one we were both very much looking forward to. As we took our place in the gate line, I could not but help look down at the shiny gold chain that now adorned Sarah’s right ankle. ***** With permission from Sarah’s parents, Barbara and James, I stayed Thursday night at Sarah’s home where I had given her some new jewellery. It was a thin gold chain with a clasp.To start with, Sarah tried to put it on her wrist so I quietly explained…“It is not a bracelet, it’s an anklet, and it is a symbol of our new alternative lifestyle.”I was still unsure if I really wanted this. All I did know was I wanted Clare, and I wanted Sarah to be happy, and just maybe, more like Clare.But could I handle it, sharing Sarah? My cock frequently told me that I could, but I needed Ankara escort to add a little more, to protect my sanity, a get-out clause, something to stop Sarah from going too far; and keeping her love all mine.So I said, “Well, maybe it’s just an alternative lifestyle for this holiday.” I smiled; those words made me feel better.Sarah questioned, “An alternative lifestyle for this holiday?” Unsurprisingly, she did not understand what I had meant, and in some ways, I was not sure that I entirely did either!“Yes, you put it around your right ankle, and it is a symbol that you are available to sleep with other people. Some call it being a hotwife but in your case, a hot girlfriend.” I weakly smiled, and then added, “I have been reading about it in a men’s magazine, though I do not know more than that.” I had deliberately used the word people, as I wanted to make it clear that I was not just talking about men. I wanted Sarah to carry on exploring the curiosity she had about being bisexual, as I knew I could handle that! After all, Clare, my other girlfriend, was already sleeping with Brenda.Sarah looked at me, before saying, “I know you want me to have sex with other men, but are you sure?”I wasn’t, so I corrected Sarah.“I don’t want you to have sex with other men. I am just saying as Clare is exploring her sexuality, it seems only fair to offer you the same; just for this holiday.”Sarah glanced at the thin gold chain and then added, this time with a worried tone, “Are you saying people who see this on my right ankle will know I may be available for sex?”“I don’t know,” I quickly answered. I didn’t… “But it is a well-known symbol and people already in the lifestyle will probably know it. Well, that’s what it said in the magazine.”I was struggling to explain, and I told myself I only wanted Sarah to have sex with other people to keep her happy, but there was something else. The thought also excited me. I was still trying to understand why, but a new feeling had stirred deep within me and it was slowly growing. It was because of Clare, and it had grown in the last couple of days as the holiday approached.My cock seemed to know what it wanted, but my brain was not so sure, and there was an internal struggle between the two. The feeling was one of both pain and pleasure, Ankara escort bayan a cocktail of uncertainty.Could I get pleasure from watching and sharing Sarah without the hurt and emotion that came with it? I simply didn’t know without trying. All I knew was Clare was already sleeping with others. She had given me no choice if she was going to be my girlfriend; I needed Sarah not to be jealous of Clare. I wanted her happy and above all; I needed to keep them both as my girlfriends.After all, I was meant to be the alpha male, the only man I knew who had two hot girlfriends.I softly said to Sarah, “What I am saying is when you wear it, you have permission from me to flirt with men or women.” I gently smiled; I liked the idea of her flirting with other women, though I was not sure that would ever happen. I continued, though I was still unsure, “And, well, maybe… have sex with them, but there are rules.”“Rules… like Brenda’s?” Sarah questioned. She looked a little upset, and I wasn’t sure why, but I hoped it was not because she wanted complete sexual freedom, as Clare had from me. Brenda had set her sexual rules. “Are you worried about me?” Sarah then questioned before I had time to react. “I don’t want to be handed around like Clare’s is going to be by Brenda.” Sarah was talking about Brenda’s most extreme rule, that Brenda could instruct Clare to sleep with other lesbians, mainly butch lesbians like herself. “Yes, of course, I worry about you,” I sharply replied. I was concerned about everything when it came to Sarah and Clare; I couldn’t help it.I was worried, so I quietly added, “That is why I have these David rules and they are nothing like Brenda’s, so don’t worry.”I loved Sarah, and I wanted her safe, but I also wanted her to be a little more like Clare or even a lot more, yes slutty and, above all, happy and safe.Sarah now seemed a little more relaxed. She looked at me, so I calmly continued… “Rule one is no secrets. Everything has to be open, honest and discussed between us. This rule is because I love you and I find it hard to let someone you love have sex with others.”I paused and then added a little more, though I knew I was very guilty of this. “Sarah, I just cannot deal with lies and cheating.”It was true that listening to Clare’s and Sarah’s Escort Ankara past sexual escapades had been exciting and it had got me aroused, but this was different. Sarah was mine, all mine. It was difficult for me, but I also knew it could be extremely arousing. I had to let her sexually fly if I wanted to keep Sarah long-term, but I also wanted some control.Sarah looked at me; her deep blue eyes were sharp, and not watery. Then she gazed at the gold anklet, which was still in her fingers. She was thinking; she didn’t seem that upset.She then said, “But I do not want to have sex with others. You are the one I want and I still only want you, even after Clare’s arrival. Actually, I want you more than ever.”I went warm inside. But I wasn’t sure. I tried to understand, and ask myself, was that true?Did Sarah want me more than ever?Was it because Clare had arrived on the scene?They were now Rivals! … As well as newfound friends.Despite the urges, I had no strong desire for Sarah to have sex with others. I was not going to demand it, but I believed I knew her. She may be saying this now, but in a few months, she would start resenting Clare and possibly even me. It would be too late then. I needed to keep the balance, the sexual equilibrium…I had no choice but to offer this now.I paused…I thought about it again. My cock and the rational part of my brain were still talking, arguing about what I should do. I was still unsure, but my instincts were now starting to tell me to do this. That now I have given Clare her sexual freedom; I had to do the same with Sarah.I had to treat both girls the same if I wanted to keep them both… forever!Sarah was staring at me. She knew I was thinking about what she had just said.I smiled, as realised it was also better to have this conversation now and leave the door open for Sarah to sexually explore and maybe even bloom, even if that opportunity did not arise on our first holiday together. I just needed to have it out there, just in case… yes… keep the equilibrium, and not have the chance to become resentful.But I needed to make sure there were rules. I wanted some say and stability, and with it, hopefully, some peace of mind. So I said…“Sarah, I am not saying you have to sleep with others. I am just saying the door is open for discussion… that is, should the situation ever arise. This is for the holiday only. When we get home, I fully intend for us to be back in a full-time monogamist relationship with you, me, and Clare!” Yes, I knew I was bending the definition of monogamy slightly in my favour and I stifled a smile, which luckily Sarah did not pick up on.
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