Maisie Williams and the Perils of Partner Swapping by AryaStarkNaked
Discover the thrilling world of "Maisie Williams and the Perils of Partner Swapping" by AryaStarkNaked. This erotic sex story delves into steamy encounters, unexpected twists, and the complexities of desire. Join Maisie on her seductive adventure that explores passion, intimacy, and the risks of exploring new relationships. Perfect for fans of daring tales and adult fiction!
I don’t own or know anything MAISIE WILLIAMS, SOPHIE TURNER, JOE JONAS, or REUBEN SELBY related. This fiction was made without pay, compensation, or profit, all for your perverse enjoyment. , My name is Reuben Selby and earlier this year my girlfriend Maisie Williams, yes the very same Maisie who was one of the stars of Game of Thrones, and I started talking about opening up our relationship. We’ve been dating for a few years, but she’s always wanted to keep it on the secretive side, being a constant target of the paparazzi. I terribly love her, but I was starting to grow a bit bored with our increasing mundane routine and felt like I was missing out on the excitement of life.
She did not take it well at all, and it nearly caused our relationship to crash and burn. It survived, but I didn’t stop trying to convince her. She stayed hesitant but I made sure she knew that we would have a set of rules. We’d be honest with each other and could veto anyone we didn’t like. It took months of this cajoling and convincing before Maisie – very – reluctantly agreed. I made sure she knew that I loved her more than anyone in the world and there wouldn’t be anything romantic in these hookups, it was just sexual. Blame the crazy woman’s mind, but that didn’t seem to make her more calm about the situation.
Maisie was always concerned about the paparazzi, so she made me swear that we’d keep this a secret. I promised her it wouldn’t get out and give her any negative press. She agreed, but she wasn’t very keen on the idea still, and told me that she didn’t want to see anyone else right now, but I was free to do so while I kept to the rules. I spent a whole evening thanking her with sex, wholly glad I had the best girlfriend in the world.
The new freedom was like a weight on my back and I had to tell someone. It took me a while to decide who it was, and in the end I thought about my friend Joe Jonas. Meeting with him up at a nearby Starbucks turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Joe isn’t really the kind of guy I’d hang out with. He used to be a pop star in the Jonas Brothers band, but since has settled down into married life with his wife Sophie Turner – who just happened to be Maisie’s best friend. I thought he’d be able to play it cool, also being a celebrity and understanding the situation of privacy, but I never would have guessed what would come of it and how it would change my life – and my relationship with Maisie – forever.
“Maisie? Williams? Your girlfriend actually agreed to this?”
Joe Jonas had a look on his face like I’d never seen on a man before. That’s when the questions started. Was she already fucking someone? Was she the one who wanted the open relationship? Did she have anyone in mind? He seemed to have a hard time believing she’d be into this, and the questions kept being all about her rather than me.
“To fuck a girl like Maisie is one thing, but to have a hall pass to fuck anyone else? Fuck man, you have it good.”
I felt more bolstered than I had in years. Damn right I had it good. This was the best thing I’ve done in my whole life
Then that look was back in Joe’s eyes, and he slapped me on the shoulder, his mouth open in a smirk.
“How about we trade partners this weekend? I know how hot you think Sophie is. I get Maisie, and you can have Sophie for the night.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Surely he was joking, and I thought that until he started explaining his plan. They’d get drinks at the Jonas mansion on Friday, and even started to go into detail on how it would go down. I felt something squirm in my stomach, it almost sounded like Joe had been planning this for ages. Sure, he’d always joked about fucking Maisie behind my back, so much so that we got into a little fight one time we all got together to watch the world cup. Yeah Joe wanted Maisie, but Sophie was a goddess. She was tall with a body that was curvaceous and ample, complimented perfectly with fire-red hair that draped down her back.
The worst thing about it was that Joe wasn’t exactly wrong. How many times had I fantasized about Sophie? His plan even made it sound like it would work. Sure, his over-eagerness to get Maisie was a bit of a warning red flag, but in the end Joe and I left after agreeing to the swap.
Maisie however, immediately did not. She never much liked Joe was a person, let alone as someone she would fuck. Sure she was her best friend’s husband, but that was Sophie’s choice and she wouldn’t listen to Maisie’s warnings. It didn’t help her insecurities with how eager I was to fuck Sophie, her best friend. I’ll be honest, I begged her. I promised it would be just a one time thing with them. In the end she agreed to go, as long as she didn’t have to have sex with Joe if she didn’t feel it at the time. I agreed and said I’d just have some time alone with Sophie, and she could change her mind then if she wanted to.
We kissed and hugged and fucked that night. After we were done she promised she wouldn’t enjoy it, and it might not even happen between her and Joe. Elated from the post-sex bliss and dreaming of this weekend, I texted Joe in bed as Maisie went to the bathroom to clean up.
The rest of the week she was nearly insufferable. She grumbled and complained about Joe every day. She kept ribbing me and saying that I was getting the better end of this deal. I kept thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad her having sex with Joe, and that on the plus side they probably wouldn’t even be fucking. All my more deep thoughts were on me finally fucking Sophie, my girlfriend’s best friend, the redheaded sex bomb I’ve been jerking off to for years.
The weekend came fast and on Friday Maisie and I showed up at the mansion. The drinks flowed liberally, we all played a few rounds of cards against humanity, but everyone could feel the sexual tension in the air. Besides myself, Sophie was the most comfortable with the mood. She was wearing some casual jeans and a metal band shirt. Maisie was obviously uncomfortable, often smoothing her short pleated skirt over her creamy thighs. It was obvious that Joe kept stealing looks at Maisie’s athletic legs. The imported beer had been running through me and I excused myself for a quick bathroom run.
When I came back Joe was next to Maisie now and his hand rubbing up Maisie’s firm, supple thigh. His mouth was next to ear whispering something, while Maisie’s eyes were fixated on his hand on her thigh. I didn’t see Sophie anywhere, until I heard her hiss my name from the kitchen.
I knew, intellectually, that being in an open relationship would mean Maisie would have sex with someone else, but even just seeing her legs felt up brought a blinding rage of jealously like I’d never felt. I half staggered to the kitchen where Sophie grabbed my arm and started to rub my muscles, asking if I was okay. I was about to turn my head and look at Maisie and Joe, but Sophie had lifted her hands from my arm to touch my face and lean in for a kiss.