The Long Story of My First Threesome [MFF]

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1. As soon as you said "I’ll refer to my ex as J", I stopped reading. Seriously, is it too hard to make up names?

2. Missed a pretty decent story then.

3. Do you even need to make up names period? "This girl Jen". Oh yea, that one Jen on the planet! I know her too!

4. Well I’m sorry if my choice in how to handle the names bothers you that badly. I simply chose to use initials rather than make up names for truthfulness sake, and because I worried that if I started using full names I’d accidentally slip up and use the real name somewhere, which would be both something I want to avoid, and confusing for the reader.

5. It probably isn’t strictly necesssry , no, but it’s more an issue than just uniqueness of the name. I mentioned where I live as well, and as unlikely as it is, there’s always a chance that a mutual friend of J and I reads this subreddit, and could put those pieces together. All in all, I chose to handle it the way I did because preventing potential issues, no matter how unlikely, is a higher priority to me than giving reddit names to label the participants with.

6. This is a few years old now, but I’ve just discovered this subreddit, and figured it’s just about the sort of thing you’d all like to hear about, so I’ll share. For context, I’m currently a 33-year-old male living in Kahului, HI. Most of this story took place when I was 30. At that time I was living with my ex. I don’t just mean that I was living with the girl who is now my ex but wasn’t at the time; we were exes at that time as well. I’ll spare the details of how that came to be, but the important bit of the explanation is that she and I remained close friends after ending our relationship, and it was easier for us to continue on as friends and roommates than to try and find separate living at Hawaii rent rates. From here on, I’ll refer to my ex as Jessica. Jessica is approximately 5’6, brunette, is more on the "thick" side (in the best way), and has very large breasts (I tend to be more of a legs man, but somehow I tend to attract the more top-heavy girls). There was still a lot of sexual tension, but aside from a couple of slip-ups, Jessica and I managed to avoid backsliding, and we both wound up dating other people. We did have a bad habit of oversharing though–our relationship had been an open one, and we both got a kick out of hearing about each others "adventures," which did continue into our tenure as cohabitating exes. During the Spring of 2013, I began dating a girl I’ll call Chris. Chris is probably the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen. Not just in person; she’s more to my tastes than any model I’ve ever seen, any actress, anybody. Fairly short, around 5’3 or 5’4, and extremely curvy. The kind of legs that seem to magically extend further the higher up your eyes go, but while still having enough shapeliness that you can dig your fingers into her thighs, the kind of face that was made for mischievous grins, long brown hair, and dark skin. I don’t believe she owns a top that isn’t a display of her cleavage. I’ve never seen her wear pants; only dresses or skirts. She is Armenian, happily living on a trust fund, and has never worked a day in her life. I’d met Chris through work, and when I’d met her, she was engaged. There were always sparks, but I’m not the type to go breaking up a happy couple (and she’s awesome enough that even if I’d tried, I wouldn’t have succeeded), but then I ran into her during that Spring, and she told me that they’d broken it off. I don’t typically believe in "leagues," but if ever there was a girl that was out of my league, it was Chris. But fuck it, I had to go for it right? I asked her to dinner, and at that dinner I found out that she was definitely interested, but that she wasn’t looking to dive into a new relationship. So we started seeing each other purely casually. It must have been about a week into our fling. We were at my place. Jessica had already gone to bed, and Chris and I were messing around in the livingroom trying (and honestly failing) to be quiet. Frequently, sex with Chris would involve her feeling owned and used. Most often, it included bending her over a desk or a chair or the side of a couch or what have you, tying her leash to the leg of the desk/chair/couch (so that she couldn’t stand upright), binding her wrists together behind her back, lift her skirt up around her hips (I’d rarely bother to undress her when we did this) and then spanking her thoroughly, before performing oral sex on her from behind while fingering her, until her orgasm, after which I would fuck her from behind, roughly. If I let my fingers do most of the work, she would squirt backward vigorously. Since my ex was right in the next room, we opted not to go with the spanking, but I did the rest. I had her squirt all onto my face (mostly on my mouth and chin), and then I fucked her. Then I sent her home (this too, was part of the game–she got a kick out of feeling used). Immediately after she left, my ex, Jessica, came out of the bedroom, looking flustered. I’d told her about how Chris and I play, and she must have been listening at least to some degree. Jessica walked up to me, and sniffed at my chin. I hadn’t had a chance to wash up yet, and while it wasn’t still drenched, it was clear what was on my face. Jessica whispered that she wanted to taste her, then kissed me, and moved from kissing to licking my lips, and my chin. I unzipped my pants and told her she could taste her more fresh down here, and then nudged her down to her knees and guided her mouth to my cock. I was still moderately erect, but very tender still, and I clearly wasn’t going to go for another full round, but I had Jessica suck on me while she masturbated until she came. While she was still on her knees, I asked her "next time I have Chris over, shall I share." Eye contact, I was still in her mouth. "Mmhmm." The next night, I invited Chris over again. As soon as she was in the door, I put her on her leash, and then rather than bending her over the desk as usual, I lowered her to her knees, and guided her down the hallway; me walking, her crawling. She was clearly surprised, but also a little excited, though she seemed downright terrified when I started to open the bedroom door. I laid her down in Jessica’s bed (which she was very excited by), and bound her hands above her head. Then I opened the closet door, where Jessica was waiting, naked except for her own leash. I led Jessica over to the bed, and guided her on top of Chris, so that Jessica was on top of her straddling her. I told Jessica to tell her what she’d done. And Jessica told her, between gasping breaths while I spanked her, how she’d cleaned her come off my face, and how she’d masturbated tasting Chris on my cock. I pushed Jessica forward until her breasts were pressed firmly down on Chris’s face, and then started using Jessica roughly from behind. Jessica comes very easily from penetration, and the excitement of the moment helped a lot; she came twice within five minutes. She then collapsed in bed next to Chris to catch her breath. I still had not finished, so I pulled Chris to me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. While I was fucking her, I untied her wrists, and she held onto my shoulder while I thrusted. Jessica laid on her side next to us watching, so I rested my hand on the side of her face, parted her lips my thumb, and she eagerly took it into her mouth and sucked on it while she watched me fuck Chris. I came inside of Chris. As soon as I pulled out, she turned to Jessica and asks "want to taste me now?" Jessica just bit her lip and nodded. Chris pushed her onto her back, with her head partially off the side of the bed, and then stood over her face, with Jessica’s head between her thighs. She lowered herself just enough that Jessica was able to reach the tip of her tongue to Chris’s clit, and then gripped Jessica’s head by the hair, and held her face a few inches away, and stood upright, letting my come flow out of her and onto Jessica’s face. Jessica started to lick my come off of her lips, and Chris gave her a firm-but-not-too-hard warning slap on the cheek and said "No, sweetie. Don’t you dare swallow even a drop of that." Then she pulled Jessica’s face up to her, and had Jessica eat her out until Chris came. Then Chris crawled down on top of Jessica, and licked my come and her own juices off of Jessica’s face.

7. Wasn’t bad but I lost track of who was who

8. Call her Alice or something man, theirs millions of names to choose from

9. "She is Armenian, happily living on a trust fund, and has never worked a day in her life. I’d met C through work, and…" Oh, so she has worked a day in her life.

10. I met her through work; she was not a coworker.

11. This subreddit whines like babies over initials. It’s asinine. Ignore them. Thanks for the story.

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