Our first experience with another couple [MF]

It started like any other fantasy.

I would be horny and bored, and would go through all of the various sexual permutations in my mind. My brain would put things together to see how they fit, what kind of response they elicited in me. When I stumbled upon one I liked, I would latch on, my breath would quicken, I’d push it to further and further mental extremes until I finished, usually with a slight pang of guilt over how far I’d pushed the fantasy, how extreme I’d made it.

This one started simple. Exhibitionism. The desire to be seen by others in a sexual scenario, and for them to be turned on but unable to partake. Only this was a sort of compersive exhibitionism as it wasn’t me I was most interested in showing off, but rather Her.

I suppose it isn’t unusual. Men have egos that need stroking and what better way to stroke my ego than to have another man (or woman) desire what was mine. I knew that what I had was special. Whether it was love drunkenness or good old objective assessment, either way, I knew She was extraordinarily sexy. Her possessiveness and powerful monogamous streak only made me want to show Her off more. Perhaps that “I don’t need anyone else” attitude, and the fact that she was somewhat more sexually experienced (aka, less curious than I), reinforced my faith in the solidity of our relationship to such a degree that I didn’t feel at all threatened by the idea of another man ogling her.

Eventually my fantasies would spill over into reality, and once, while we were making love in my bed, Her on top and clearly enjoying Herself, I threw open the curtains to my window. The bed was pushed up right against it, and my room on the fourth floor was on the inside of a courtyard. This meant there were hundreds of windows with a clear view of mine, plus whoever happened to be ambling through the courtyard would only have to glance up to catch a glimpse of Her perfect breasts heaving in ecstasy. This tipped me over the edge in no time.

I liked it. A lot.

Another time we were at Her apartment, her roommates had all gone for the evening to some party or another, and we had imbibed some delicious drinks. Well I had anyway, She had likely had some beer or something similar that I had, at the time, found disgusting. As we did so often, we ended up making love. But this time we decided to spread it around. We had sex in everyone’s room (except for the one weird girl’s) and eventually on the balcony, where I pushed her up against the wall. Our bottom halves were shielded from view by the solid wood railing, but our top halves were clearly visible and clearly engaged in some very sweaty, very vocal lovemaking. Her balcony overlooked an open field. The science building (Her department having the top floor, mine being two stories down) also had a clear view of us, although the likelihood of someone being in there so late seemed slim.
So, while I enjoyed the sex a lot, my exhibitionist streak wasn’t quite sated. So, as we finished up in Her friends room, I made sure to leave her panties behind for Her friend to find.

I thoroughly enjoyed Her very embarrassed blushing face when our roommate came into Her room and handed them to her.

Needless to say, my compersive exhibitionist streak was strong and would only get stronger with time. I fantasized about people clandestinely watching us, then not so clandestinely, and eventually specific friends were involved in filming us (in my minds eye only sadly), and it didn’t take much of a stretch of the imagination to escalate it slightly further, and for Her to offer our helpful cameraman/woman (depending on my tastes that evening) a small reward for their help.

Once we had moved back to my hometown, we met a fairly large group of people, mostly guys, and my fantasy evolved. Instead of the focus being on us, the focus became her, and a lot less tame. My favourite fantasy for a long time was all of us (about 5 guys, Her and one other girl) in a tent. We gave a lot of massages at the time and I would picture the massage escalating slightly. I’d be working her shoulders and neck, and a multitude of hands would be massaging the rest of her body until some intrepid explorer got bold and decided to explore a little farther up her thighs. Then (in my fantasy) She would moan gently which would cause me to notice the trespassers actions. But instead of being upset or territorial, I would give a sly smile of encouragement. This would cause further exploration until she was turned on enough to overcome her inhibitions, flip onto her back, and welcome all of the hands covering her body. Someone would magically have massage oil, she would be slick and shiny in no time, and there would be hands pinching and pulling, caressing and stroking, fingers sliding in, tongues getting involved and she would have blissful orgasm after orgasm as each of us took turns pleasuring her with our mouths and hands while the others stimulated every other inch of her body.

Of course In my mind’s eye, this fantasy eventually got pushed further, but you didn’t come here to read about that.

You came here to read about reality, not fantasy. And the reality is, that eventually, some part of these fantasies that I would share with Her (and that She consistently insisted did nothing for Her) eventually planted a seed, which germinated over years, until eventually, one rainy day at a cabin, She brought it up, instead of me.

“Tell me how you envision this massage thing going down” She said. Briefly flustered because She was showing interest, I said: “Well it would start with a massage of course!”

By this point the fantasy had evolved into something more realistic and achievable. Instead of all of our friends, it now only involved two of them. The two that had repeatedly and unabashedly expressed their sexual interest in us. Interest that She had deflected for years.
“Show me” She said, flipping onto her stomach. “Well I’d be massaging your shoulders like this” I said, doing what I described. “And hmmm she would be massaging your lower back” and I scootched down to do as described. “And I guess that means he would be massaging your legs, like this” and I scootched again.

“And then?” She asked. “Well eventually someone, I suppose it would be him since he’s on your legs, would get bold, and slide his hands up your thigh.” “Show me” She breathed so I did, coming close enough to be able to feel the heat emanating from her groin. “You’d probably have to part your legs in encouragement” I said, excitement building in me “otherwise he’ll never get there”. She did as I suggested and I quietly murmured: “Good girl”, my own groin now sporting a bit of a growth.

“So what happens next?” She asked, clearly impatient that my hands were still lingering on Her thighs. “I suppose he would do something like this” I responded and very gently, very slowly, drew my finger up Her thigh, and along Her moist lips, gently parting them. She moaned softly. “I think I would now notice what’s going on, and so would she” I said “So I think a few more hands would come to join the party” I said, mildly irritated that I could not simulate this for Her.

We remained quiet for a while as my fingers got more involved, pressing against her more firmly with every stroke, occasionally easing up and teasing her. “Then one of us would do this” and I changed the orientation of my fingers so instead of sliding along Her, they now slid into Her. She flipped onto her back and gave me a shy smile. “Then?” I grinned and my mouth descended on Her breast, flicking, teasing and sucking on Her nipple. “Well her and I would do this, and he would be doing this” and I brought my mouth down to Her abdomen, kissing along the delicious folds where her thighs meet her torso. My fingers were still inside Her, happily working away, stroking her insides. When my tongue found her clit, I elicited another juicy moan. “Of course there would be mouths on your breasts as well” I said and She smiled, running Her hands over them, relishing the thought.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7086r8/our_first_experience_with_another_couple_mf