As Maria and I ascended the steps from the tube up to the train station, we surfaced into a bustling crowd. Before I could pull out my phone, I spotted Freya not ten paces away. She was lovely, even prettier than her photos and sporting the suitcase we had talked so much about.
“There she is,” I said. It was on, and all three of us smiled. (Maria as she reads this: I said that first!)
To briefly catch you up, Maria and I have been together for more than four years. We started dating a month into university, and at the time she was ‘straight’. I live abroad, so when I went home for Christmas we would quickly whip each other into a frenzy of sex-starvation. In discussing our fantasies, as you might guess, threesomes became a common theme. After a year or two together, we began to explore when we had time. We had had two threesomes before this story: the first was fun but we didn’t click much, and the second was incredible but could never happen again. One last thing is that I write in my spare time, so this may end up quite long and literary. Half the fun is in the context! The girls have encouraged me to write this, so I have to impress them too of course. I’ll put a line break below for readers who want to skip down to the sex.
We had been flirting heavily with Freya for weeks over Facebook. While the three of us were at work we’d play games, like Never Have I Ever or Two Truths and a Lie. The first to five ‘drinks’ would have to send a naughty photo. I remember sneaking off at work, at home, and at drunken house parties. By the time we met in person, we knew a fair bit about each other and more or less had the whole weekend planned out.
Maria and I were five minutes late (behind a tourist topping up his Oyster card) and the first text that came through read “please please don’t stand me up”. Sorry Freya! Unfamiliar with the area, I then worsened the scenario by walking us in a couple circles on the way to brunch. Off to a slightly rocky start but laughing about it, we finally sat down at the gorgeous little place on the river that I had booked. That was the start of our late celebration of Maria’s birthday, 24 hours of utter bliss.
I’m aware that this community likes a cursory description. I’m 5’8″ and slim, brown with medium-length black hair. My wonderful Maria is mixed-race, 5’2″ and petite with long brown hair, perky breasts, and a disproportionate booty that makes men and women weep. Stone-cold stunner Freya is blonde with big blue eyes, shorter than you’d imagine her at 5’3″. Her statuesque curves, tattooed and pierced, had both my girlfriend and I flabbergasted. The name that the girls have chosen for me is Dickhead and Lord Cockington, respectively.
Brunch was good, involving Eggs Benedict and sunshine playing on the canal. I had sat down across from Freya by the window, and I saw a flicker of calculation before Maria sat down next to Freya rather than turn us into an interview panel. There was a quiet, palpable cocktail of confidence and impatience. We knew what was going to happen, but didn’t exactly say it directly for the sake of sussing the other party out. As we put it – we need to check if you’re a murderer first.
This seemed unlikely and we were clearly getting along swimmingly, so we didn’t linger. The playful dynamic between three people that want each other is one of the most exciting parts of non-monogamy. Initially, the form that this tension takes is often me serving the girls, ganged up on in a tongue-in-cheek way. At my house, I was quickly sent to make tea. Maria told me the next day that they were discussing my equipment at the time.
Tea hadn’t finished brewing before we decided we wanted a shower. It would have to come with us in a thermos. We climbed upstairs and funny enough, weren’t shy about stripping.
“Sorry, the shower’s a little small,” said Maria.
“We’ll just have to pack in really close,” I replied.
“Oh, what a shame!” Freya had revealed a purple bar through her right nipple, and a tattoo up the same waist. We had seen these both in the photos we had won, of course, but they were still exciting. Cool, wet skin pressed against me from all sides.
Normally Maria would kiss our guests first, but she was unwilling to put her face through the stream of water. Feeling comfortable, I took the opportunity to break whatever ice remained by savouring the novelty of Freya’s soft lips. For a while, we all explored each other’s bodies with soap. The girls paid particular attention to each other’s boobs, praising what was different from their own. I remember standing at attention with a lady on either side, attempting to keep my cock positioned between the two girls rather than accidentally poke everything. They made fun of me a bit, of course. We three would kiss at the same time when we shuffled into the right positions, which worked surprisingly well.
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Downstairs, we threw back the freshly-laundered sheets and dimmed the lights down to what we affectionately call ‘sex-mode’. My girlfriend and I laid Freya down and agreed to treat her first. Maria would suck on her nipples, kiss up her neck, and gently make out with her. Meanwhile, I got to work.
Freya had waxed, as she had warned us. Her little bush was as neat and trim as her pussy, with everything tucked into a single line. Maria, whose easy-access clit poked out, would envy her this. I slowly teased Freya’s inner thighs. I spread her lips with one hand and delicately inched my tongue upward. (Maria: Yeah she has such a pretty one…)
“He’s so good,” moaned Freya into my girlfriend’s mouth. I felt quite good about that.
“I know!”
“Someone’s taught him well.”
Maria and I have a thing for casual conversation during sex now and then, so it was unsurprising when she began to explain how because I had only been with one woman before her, she had been shocked by my talents during our first time together.
I took special pleasure in interrupting their conversation that night – in this case, Freya would break off mid-sentence as I circled her clit. I built faster and faster, learning what made her tick. At first I let her music wash over me. When I had a feel for it though, I slipped a finger into her and reached for her G-spot, playing her like a pale violin and ekeing out notes for Maria to hear. Freya’s legs shook as she orgasmed.
I immediately turned to the slightly darker pair of legs to my right, and dove into my girlfriend. It was Freya’s turn to tease her top half. We both knew that she was a joy to go down on: as long as her legs were straight, she finished in under a minute. Of course, I was deeply familiar with Maria’s pussy and it couldn’t have been thirty seconds before she was flushing and biting Freya’s lip.
“I think we should thank him,” huffed Maria.
“I think we should,” said Freya.
“I’m not complaining,” I said.
“Are you ready for your fantasy, baby?” Maria knew that a double blowjob was pretty much my favourite thing ever. Better still, they were genuinely hungry for it.
“Let’s see!” I collapsed backward and let my girls crawl up to me. A lot of this weekend is a blur of pleasure and laughter, but this I remember clearly. One mess of brown hair and one mess of blonde bobbed up and down, and everything was slick and warm. Tongues danced up my shaft and around the head; lips enveloped my balls and slid further down to my perineum, and in Maria’s case, further still. It was utter sensory overload, and I was very vocal about it.
I can’t say for how long that lasted, but before it went on for too long, I stopped them. They would go on to have innumerable orgasms this weekend, but I had a very limited supply. Oh also, I had been “saving up” for this occasion for the past week, driving myself half-crazy, so I was expecting a bit of an eruption. We needed to fuck before that happened.
None of us can really remember what order things happened in. At one point, Maria rode me cowgirl while Freya sat on my face. As I gripped their surprisingly similar asses, I could hear them kissing above me. My view was limited, and while it was a beautiful sight, it would be nothing compared to theirs. I bounced my girlfriend vigorously, reaching up to stroke breasts and faces. I relished every slap of their tight behinds, cracks and moans echoing, and before long they were spanking each other too. After that they switched places. Their hands pushed on my chest, supporting themselves. I felt immensely powerful. Freya can orgasm internally, which she demonstrated after a thorough ramming – that was a novelty to me.
There were dozens of other positions, beautiful little moments and fragments of conversation. Everyone went down on everyone. The suitcase was opened up and an impressive collection of toys was thrown about, including a strap-on. We’ll get to that. I can’t even begin to recount half of it, but we all clicked marvellously.
When I finally had their appetites held at bay, the girls asked me to finish for them. Freya is nasty, in a good way, and her big fantasy for this weekend was the idea of one girl licking up my cum and feeding it to the other. That’s where the eruption comes in.
I went back onto my back and allowed them to lick me clean. For the most part, Freya sucked on my balls and below this time, while I jerked myself through Maria’s lips. Our eyes were locked. It felt like Freya’s tongue was pushing right through me. Maria began to glide down me, teasing my frenulum but leaving the glistening head exposed. The heat was stifling. Nipples tickled my legs.
As a writer, a big fan of sex, and let’s be honest an expert masturbator, I’m always interested in describing orgasms. They’re the best physical sensation possible, the very opposite of being tortured and the crown jewel of hedonism. It has to be worded properly.
The pressure began to build inside of me excruciatingly slowly. It built, rising up like roiling waves. I heard my voice rising with it, carried from high and breathy to rumbling and back again. I writhed, white-hot. The tension soared to impossible heights, tightening every fibre of my being until I threatened to snap. I took a deep breath in. Then I released, and screamed. For a moment the universe was only my cock. Harder than anything ever had been, it pulsed, gushing my essence. Everything tingled. My feet spasmed. My groans were punctured with giddy laughter. I vaguely registered a splash across my chest, past my head and off the bed. For a while, I remained in the throes of a seizure of pleasure.
“How was it?”
“Oh, fuck.”
“He’s going to be like that for a while,” Maria laughed.
“I can’t feel my hands.” That, and I was seeing spots. Haze crept up and pulled me into the depths of the sex sleepies.
I wrenched my eyes open in time to see Maria lick half the heavy spatter of cum off my chest. Then, searing it into my memory, she grabbed the back of Freya’s head and gave her a passionate kiss. Our guest whimpered, thirsty. It was fucking hot.
That was just the first part of Saturday afternoon. We’re talking about this story right now, and here’s a lovely review from Freya: “I’ve masturbated so much today that my room smells like I’ve been burning a pussy-scented candle”. I’ll ask Maria to comment below, and Freya as well if we can show her how to use Reddit!
Anyway, round 2 of 6 began with spanking and it kept escalating from there.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5hrbnk/a_birthday_present_for_my_girlfriend_mff_bit_of
damn.
Awesome story. Thanks for sharing!
Hot story. Do you guys only do mff’s?
You should totally xpost to /r/biwife