After that, Paul got to thinking. Liz was great but... her fantasies were a bit tame. If it hadn’t been for
his doctor, he wouldn’t have become able to cum six times in a row while staying hard. If it hadn’t been for
Freddie, he wouldn’t have gotten to plow someone with a cock much too big for her (which did bring a certain
kind of animalistic joy).
He could spend his time perfectly happily with Liz... except for the wonder about what he was missing. He had
an incredible gift, but its full realization depended on his partners’ fantasies. Who knew just how much he
was missing? It was a tough decision, but... he’d have to play the field for a while.
It took him a while to build up the resolve and the courage to break the news to Liz. Finally, one night when
they were lying in bed spooning after a hot round of sex, he just blurted out “I think we should see other
people.” He hated himself for saying it so suddenly as soon as it was out of his mouth.
Liz didn’t respond right away. Paul wondered what she was feeling. Heartbroken? Angry? Desperate? The
silence dragged on. Just as Paul was beginning to worry that maybe she was just going to ignore what he’d
said, she replied:
“Okay.”
…
Had she just ignored what he’d said? Or mis-heard him? “Okay?” he repeated dumbly.
“I mean, probably I won’t see other people,” began Liz. “But you can if you like. I think it will be good
for you.” Paul was dumbstruck. “It’s been pretty clear for some time that you’re too much man for one woman
to handle. I love fucking you, but two or even three times a day? It’s just too much.” Paul remained
slackjawed. “So yeah, if you want to see other people on the side, that’s fine. Just promise you’ll still
fuck me at least once every two days.”
“I, uh, I promise.”
“Good, that’s settled then,” finished Liz, and she snuggled back closer into Paul’s body.
It took Paul nearly two minutes to realize that he’d just won the relationship jackpot.