[MFM] – Our First Threesome With Another Man – Female POV

Are you ready?

I've been asked this question hundreds of times in my lifetime – from weighing my options at the deli counter to taking a military plunge from a rumbling train trestle into the shallow waters below.

Hank himself had asked me this question on many occasion, but unlike any other time, there was an unsteadiness in his voice that held significance – like my answer would change the very course of time, and the moments before my response would wash over the two of us in a continuum of that deeply rooted uncertainty that lives at the base of your belly.

Are you sure?

I'm the kind of girl who proclaims love with eyes closed, jumping with both feet off the train trestle for god only knows what's beneath. I don't know how to love in that guarded smart girl way. I give every bit of my heart into the passions of my body, and I don't count regrets when my feet break the surface of that cold water. In some ways, I had never been more sure about anything with this man in my entire life. We were no strangers to one another's desire, and over several years of our relationship, we had grown into those desires and made them real for each other. It had been almost a year since the first time we fantasized about having a third join us between the sheets, and after many cam sessions and experimentation to find just the right person, we found him here on Reddit.

A few weekends ago at a music festival, we landed at a hotel in Atlanta, Georgia – the kind of hotel in the heart of downtown, a constant reminder that you aren't in familiar waters every time you see the city skyline from the tall windows. Friday came and went on the fairgrounds, and as the heat of the day began to subside and the warm buzz from the booze overtook, our discrete public displays of affection became more brazen as the sun started to set. By the time Pixies left the stage, we were tangled up in each other, fingers and lips and hips moving together until the friction was almost too much to bear.

Back upstairs in the hotel room. Are you ready? Our third was a prompt man, having a cocktail in the bar downstairs. I was more than a little nervous and dizzy with the excitement of it all, but most of all I was horny. I was horny in the shower as we washed each other from the dust and grime of the day. I was horny modeling the various lingerie I had selected for this very event. I was horny in that very real and rare way that I had always been horny for this one man. Our sexual adventures were years in the making, from hard poundings in sketchy gas station restrooms and soft sucklings beneath bar tops in small town dives. Now this. Are you sure? Let's go. And we did. The elevator ride seemed longer than usual, and Hank held my hand a little tighter when the doors finally opened to what would become a new world for us.

I could barely form coherent sentences, but I know the look on my flushed face was hungry based on the way Hank surveyed my every move with a darkened look in his otherwise bright eyes. We spotted our third, who seemed calm and collected while I felt like every nerve ending in my body were the red and blue wires crisscrossed and mishmashed and all connected to a ticking time bomb between my legs – a bomb my brain had been working tirelessly to defuse since the very moment I knew I wanted this and so much more. After exchanging pleasantries and getting another much needed cocktail, we found a quiet corner on a couch at the far end of that hotel bar. I know we spoke and words were said, but I could only feel. I could feel Hank's hand moving up my short skirt, a familiar hand of crushed velvet that I had come to recognize over the many times I had found myself with his hands caressing my soft thighs, inching and teasing to that warmth at the peak. Linda, do you want him to touch you?

I did. I nodded my approval and then felt the warmth of another hand on my knee cap – soft innocent touches and a squeeze. My legs opened of their own accord on that couch, and my skin began to prickle as two very different hands caressed me between my legs. Hank playfully asked me if his dirty slut liked being touched and teased by two men, telling me how he could feel the wetness through the fabric of the silky bodysuit under my clothing. I almost forgot we were in public. White noise surrounded me, and the only things I could hear were my own shallow breaths and the voice of someone I trust reassuring the purity of this lust, hearing his words and feeling that unshakable connection, that little world where there is no shame, no boundary to the pleasure we want for each other. My back began to arch against the couch cushion, and in that moment I knew that I was sure. Any self-doubt, any mental hangup, any emotional roadblock was a distant memory. Hank asked if I wanted to touch our third, and when my hands began to wander to zipper flies, pressing my fingers against the building hardness of these two men, I had already fallen suddenly and uncontrollably into a puddle of wet need.

Let's go upstairs.

Hank gave our third a key to room 3119 with instructions to join us shortly. Leaving him at the bar, we rounded the corner and pressed the up button for the elevators, and all the while, Hank and I stared at each other with wide saucers of pupils, his hands steadying my hips as I could feel them moving to a rhythm of music only playing in my head. We opened the door to our room, collapsing into each other on the big California king with our tongues and lips dancing through every impending fantasy that the evening had created, of everything to come. My knees pressed into the mattress astride one of his legs, and I indulged in grinding my pussy against his kneecap, finding such deliciousness in that friction as Hank watched in awe. The Are-You-Readys and the Are-You-Sures seemed like ancient history, and when the door opened and our third found us there on that bed, I felt my body react to the knowledge of the desires we would all share.

Ryan poured a drink and sat in a lounge chair, watching as I removed Hank's pants, watching me take his stiff cock in my mouth, my tongue sliding up and down the shaft, lips circling the ridge of his darkened tip, tasting the notes of the pleasure I brought him. After a few minutes, Hank pulled his cock from my mouth, sliding off the bed to make us another round at the mini-bar. At this point, I saw Ryan eying me from his position on the chair and felt an uncontrollable urge to tease him. I adjusted my position, laying on my back, propping up on my elbows, knees bent with my legs spread toward him, running my fingers under my skirt, where his hand had been just moments before in the downstairs bar. With his eyes on me, I had an unbelievable temptation to undo the snaps at the crotch of my sheer bodysuit, wanted to show him that I was indeed the misbehaving little whore Hank had promised.

Upon returning with full drinks, Hank saw that I was up to no good as he joined me on the bed once again. He knew I wanted to see our third's cock. Quick to obey, our third shed his jeans, stroking himself slowly as he continued to watch Hank touch me. Soft kisses trailing over my lips and down my body, palming my wet cunt in such a way that made my legs tremble, the growing wetness coating my lips and tops of my thighs. Hank could see the wild look on my face before asking if I wanted to touch our third over there watching us in anticipation. Can I? Both boys had their eyes trained to my every movement as I took the three strides to that lounge chair. I felt stunning in my ferocity, approaching this strange man and wrapping my fist around his prick as he sported an inviting grin that stretched all the way to his unfamiliar pale-colored eyes – wicked, like the cat who ate the canary. Our third's cock and balls were smooth and beautifully pink and hairless, and it wasn't long before I could feel Hank behind me, a heavy fog bearing down, radiating danger and sex and this overwhelmingly heady scent that I knew I didn't want to be without ever again. He was so close to me when I turned to look at him; I could feel his breath on my face as he exhaled an intoxicating sweetness over me, sending me reeling out of orbit. Meteorites could have fallen from the sky, a blazing torrent setting flame to all of Atlanta, but this haze of desire was unshakable. I liked touching this strange man. By this time, my shirt was off, revealing the top of the sheer purple bodysuit, a plunging neckline, outlining my tits and hardening nipples as I stroked Ryan's cock while Hank finally unsnapped the three clasps between his hand and the wet softness between my legs.

Do you like touching that boy's cock?

The answer was very apparent given the wetness Hank felt between my legs, fingering at my opening as a reminder of who my pussy belongs to. After relocating to the bed, Hank ran his hand over my ass cheek until reaching the divide, slipping his fingers down toward my center, skimming my bare lips, and then his mouth was on me, lips finding wet heat and smooth skin, holding my hips as he devoured every intimate part of me. One slow pass with his tongue splayed out flat along my slit until the red and blue wires were severed, and my body stiffened – a lance of heat sparking, detonating that ticking time bomb between my legs. I moaned, laying my head off the edge of the bed as Hank invited our third to slide his cock down the back of my throat without missing a beat, kissing my thighs with my whole torso bowing forward, shuttering and convulsing as I sucked on our third. Standing at the side of the bed, Ryan rocked his hips in rhythm with the wave of my own pleasure, a budding crescendo of these dirty wanton desires, feeling all four hands moving over my tits and hips and puckering nipples, knowing I am half out of my own damn mind for craving this urgent lust fueled by these two horny men.

I could feel Hank's eyes on me, watching me wrapping my hand around the dick of our third in my upside-down state, parting my lips to take the tip between them again and again. In an instant, Hank pulled me to the head of the bed, folding me in half, pushing my knees to my chest as his thick cock filled me to the hilt in one fluid movement. My eyes met his, the brightness of that hazel green igniting into inferno as I gripped his arms and his shoulders, feeling the contours of the muscles there as they flexed and contracted while he pinned me to the bed beneath his body. His need, I realized, was just as severe as my own. It coursed through his body and emanated from him in mutual liquid desperation as his mouth found mine – the rough stubble covering his jaw with that soft contrast of his lips against my own. In that moment, time was still, and there wasn't anyone else in that hotel room or anyone else in the whole world; there were no complications, no endings or beginnings, no fear of this space, no aching want for more. There was just us and this moment.

On my back, I opened my eyes to find Ryan hovering above me, cock in hand, and once again, the smoothness of his shaft was in my mouth as he began to stroke faster and faster. My gaze shifted between the two of these men, back and forth, wholly enamored by the way they regarded me – this promiscuous, ethereal being. I couldn't explain the way I needed their cum, needed that orgasm, needed them to fall over the edge with me again – every explicative, every filthy thought in my warped mind vocally finding ways to the outside world with no filter. I felt my insides begin to clinch and quiver as Hank swelled inside of me, rotating his hips in that exquisite way that takes me overboard every single time. The guttural moan that came from my mouth was not my own voice. It was something foreign, a place of out-of-body, out-of-mind, out-of-control euphoria, falling and falling and falling, looking up at a bright summer sun in cauliflower blue skies and taking that deep breath before being engulfed in a heavenly darkness with my heart in my stomach or my throat, but no idea which one. I felt Hank follow milliseconds later; his hardness pulsing deep within me. I love hearing him tell me he's about to cum – that moment right before where he teeters on the precipice before buckling in delicate calamity, something beautifully twisted about the way he wants me completely indentured in this way – his begging little slut with a dirty mouth and a cunt filled with his seed. It wasn't long before Ryan joined that bliss, finishing on my face and my neck with this sexy ridiculous grin that I will always associate with one of the hottest sexual experiences I will ever know.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/38ies2/mfm_our_first_threesome_with_another_man_female