I just got back from a long weekend getaway in Búzios with my two loves: Carol and Lucas.
Carol's my cousin, Diego's sister. I talk about her so much around here that sometimes I forget I haven't spilled this one super important detail: we're married. It's been a minute now. It happened right when we decided to shack up together in Rio de Janeiro for college.
We had this simple, gorgeous ceremony on the beach. Swapped rings, vowed eternal love, danced barefoot in the sand, and celebrated what really counts for us: living together and happy on our own damn terms. No courthouse, no signed papers, nothing official. And you know what? It never made a lick of difference. We just wanted to seal our love in the most us way possible.
We've got an open relationship. The one and only rule is total loyalty: full transparency on everything, no secrets, no bullshit lies. We share it all, including dudes—boyfriends or fuck buddies. We're huge fans of threesomes, but we dig foursomes too. Hey, if three's good, four's even fucking better.
Carol only gets jealous over other chicks. Like, our sole commitment is no hooking up or banging another woman. And honestly, after we tied the knot, I stayed true to that. I call myself bi, but it's damn hard for me to get turned on by another girl.
Back when we got hitched, I was still dating this one guy, and we had this smoking hot throuple going. He was even there at the ceremony. Nah, he wasn't the best man... that'd probably be pushing it, right?
But our throuple vibe was super laid-back. He fit right in, to the point where we were planning to all live together. Thing is, he was way too jealous, always nagging for attention. Plus, he could never wrap his head around why I was still turning tricks. No matter how I tried to explain it wasn't really about the cash... he just never got it. Anyway, shit got so worn out between us that I figured it was best to cut ties and go our separate ways. And damn... if breaking up with one person is tough, you have no idea how messy it gets ending a throuple.
Unlike me, Carol doesn't want a boyfriend. She fucking loves casual sex, has her regular hookups, but nothing serious with any guy. She swears I'm the only true love of her life. And it's totally mutual. I can't picture my world without her anymore.
Carol's an amazing woman. The sweetest, most loving and kind person I've ever met. She's got this smile that lights up the whole damn room. If soulmates are real, she's mine. I'm the wild one, the chaos, the explosion... and she's the calm, the reason, my safe harbor. We complete each other in ways words can't touch.
I don't buy into monogamy. I'm all in on polyamory. I believe you can love and crave multiple people at once without shortchanging anyone. I get that it sounds confusing as hell. We grew up in a system that drilled into us that everyone's supposed to have just one partner. I don't judge folks who roll that way, and I'm not pushing you to live like me—'cause it ain't easy. I just wanna show there are other ways to love.
Right now, my boyfriend's Lucas. He's my third one. Truth is, before I met him, I'd pretty much written off serious relationships with guys... until he showed up. Lucas won me over in this totally unique way. He's 19, Gen Z all the way. I tease him nonstop by calling him "my Enzo," but real talk, he's this super open-minded dude, chill headspace, and way more mature than most guys his age. Sure, he drops some corny fifth-grade-level jokes now and then, but you can't not crack up. He loves messing around saying he's "heading over to the cousins' place" when he comes to see me... and straight up, that's what it is—he bangs the cousins.
He's the total opposite of my cousin Diego. Not all mushy romantic, but he's kind, a real gentleman, raised right, and knows how to treat a woman. Even knowing I'm a pro hooker, like a full-on escort, he always handles me with real affection and respect. He's so damn sweet he even holds the car door for me. The way he looks at me just melts me. I see all that tenderness in his eyes. How he kisses me is special too. Hell, our kisses lock in so perfectly. And the way he eats my pussy... fuck, he says he loves going down on me and does it with skills that drive me insane. I could ramble on about him for hours.
What I really wanna spill is how Lucas slid right into our dynamic with Carol like he'd always been there. He says he always dreamed of having two hot blondes in bed, and now he's living it for real. We hang out as a trio, hit the movies or a dive bar, and it's always a blast. We genuinely dig each other's company. Our setup's so easygoing, loaded with lust, respect, and straight-up affection.
And that's exactly what went down in Búzios the other day. We spent the daytime at the beach, all three of us. Nights? Fuck, we were all about screwing. Fun fact: he's a total sex addict, sometimes even more than me. Always horny, dick rock-hard. Always dying to fuck me and Carol. He especially loves lining us up on all fours side by side on the bed. Says it's the hottest view he's ever laid eyes on.
God, I love watching Carol take it from Lucas. OMG, it drives me fucking wild. Seeing my boyfriend pounding Carol, hearing her moan as he slams into her good... it gets me so turned on I can't even put it into words. Their moans, the sex smell hanging in the air... I'll dish more details on that in the next story.
If you wanna ask more about our dynamic, what it's like being married to Carol while dating Lucas at the same time, jealousy stuff, rules, whatever... hit me up by email! I love replying to everyone with some love... and getting dirty when you know how to play it right. Send away, no worries—I read 'em all and respond with pure pleasure.
Wet kisses!