The Delilah Experiments: A Devil’s Threeway [MFM]

Hey. It’s been a while since I’ve had time to write, but Delilah and I have continued to experiment and push our limits together. This is one of the more recent adventures, but far from the only one. Let us know what you think.

It started at a bar, like these things do. We’d been talking to Nick for a few weeks, and he seemed down to earth and honest enough to get drinks with. We all went into the bar expecting to talk, maybe flirt, but ready for it to break down at any point.

Four hours later, we were all at another bar, an arcade bar, a special type of bar for Delilah and I. Our first date was at an arcade bar, and much like this one, the chemistry was too much to deny. Over pointless and terrible arcade games, we flirted mercilessly, talked about our lives, jobs, relationships, and history with group activities.

Delilah and I had had a few threesomes with Darla after our first experience. They opened us up to more possibilities, and I’d always felt a little bad that we hadn’t had a mfm for Delilah. I’m straight, but not so much as to be uncomfortable next to another guy. And frankly, the idea of Delilah feeling like a kid in a candy store was too sexy an image not to pursue.

After several rounds of button mashing, we agreed to take the party back to ours. We spent some good time going over boundaries, preferences, etc. But soon enough, Delilah was giggling nervously, and I took the lead.

I pulled her in for a kiss, lacing my fingers through her hair. “I love you,” I whispered against her lips. I wanted her to know that I was okay with this, that We were doing this together, that I was just as much a part of this as she was.

I pushed her back onto the bed and laid her down, taking a moment to just be us. Her in my arms, me in hers. She grabbed onto my shirt, tethering herself to me, to Us.

Soon, I spotted her hand on Nick’s arm, working its way up to his scalp while he laid beside us. His lips were on her neck, while his hand was getting familiar with the inside of her thighs.

I kissed down the opposite side of her neck, gently nipping at her shoulder. She was writhing beneath us, completely lost in the sea of sensation, our hands and lips slowly drifting over her skin.

Finally, I couldn’t wait anymore. Her squirming beneath us, high on pleasure and whimpering a never-ending string of curses and gasps was too much. I had to taste her.

I sat back and allowed myself a moment to watch them together. I felt everything that he did, recalling every curve of her body as his hands exploring it. I knew when his palm felt each curve, when his fingers danced along this ridge, or that scar.

Slowly, I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs. I slipped my fingers beneath her waistband, and slowly slid her pants off, kissing her skin as is was exposed. My lips trailed up her thighs, nibbling playfully, making her jump. I gently kissed over her mound, still covered by the neon purple underwear she’d had me pick out, and felt her jump beneath me, then wriggle for more pressure, more satisfaction. She gasped for air and groaned desperately while he whispered in her ear.

His hand snuck down to her panties, adding to my teasing, and as much as I want to feel her dripping down my chin, I knew that she could always count on that. I wanted her to experience both of us. So I kissed my way up the curve of her hip and helped him pull off her panties.

In no time, his fingers were roughly rubbing her clit. She was so soaked that I could hear her juices slipping around his fingers over her gasps.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered in her ear, kissing just behind it. Her only response was to groan, tensing in my arms. “God, he’s fucking good, isn’t he?” I teased.

Soon, I’d bunched up her shirt and my mouth found her nipple, biting gently into her tit while she held us both, one hand grabbing handfuls of my hair, the other clutching his scalp while he dipped his head down to lick her clit while he ravaged her with his fingers.

In under a minute, she was spasming in our arms, crying out and cumming hard for us.

As her orgasm died off in fits and shudders, I crushed my lips against hers. Nick wasn’t far behind, sharing her cum with her as soon as I let her go.

“Let’s get this sweater off of you.” I couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity. Half an hour ago, we’d been all butterflies and polite conversations. Now, my girlfriend had her sweater pushed up over her tits, stripped below that, shaking from an orgasm that, for the first time, two men had given her.

She protested feebly that we were too dressed still, prompting Nick to remove his shirt, but I was too focused on her. This was her night, her chance to live out a fantasy. I sat her up on her knees between us and stripped her completely.

The delirious look in her eyes drove me crazy. I could see how completely lost in the moment she was.

“I love you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. I kissed her lips, her nose, her forehead. Then her temple, down the side of her face, her neck.

Nick was soon behind her, trapping her between us, his lips mirroring mine on the other side. Delilah gasped and gripped my shirt, and I saw Nick’s fingers dancing between her legs
from behind.

Nick laid down, and I gently turned Delilah to him. She straddled him, making out ferociously while I got undressed. She reached back for me, searching for my hand, a connection. We were in this together.

I took a moment, standing back from the fray, to appreciate her, how amazing she is, how even though she was naked on top of a man we’d met five hours ago, I had no jealousy, no regret. I was happy that she could feel this way, lost between us, a kid in a candy store.

I was snapped from my musing when Nick pushed Delilah’s hips up, pulling her to straddle his face. I ducked in to support her, as she fell forward. She was wrapped around me so tightly, it seemed like she was trying to climb me. Her nails dug into my back and chest while he drove her higher and higher.

I took her face in my hands and watched the sensations wash over her. “Do you want to get fucked?” I whispered.

“Someone needs to,” she gasped, falling into my arms shortly after.

I grinned down to Nick. “You heard her.”

He took a step back to fish out a condom, and in those few seconds, Delilah pushed me onto my back and took my cock straight down her throat.

I definitively remember how fucking incredible it felt, the first time someone touched me that night, amped up from hours of anticipation and a solid extra hour of watching the woman I love writhe around in bliss. She didn’t hold back. I think she needed me as much as I needed her.

Then, all too soon, she threw her head back as Nick slipped into her. I held her face to mine, whispered intermingled ‘i love you’ s and dirty talk, watching her eyes roll back while she held me.

Soon, Nick flipped her onto her back, taking up the same steady pace. The whole time, her eyes were locked on mine. She stared up at me, holding one of my hands while the other ran fingers through her hair.

Nick was getting close. He’d bent down over her, holding her whole body while he drove into her again and again. The whole time, I couldn’t help but smile down at her over his shoulder.

Before we knew it, he’d tapped out, so we switched places. I brought Delilah back onto her hands and knees, and spared a few seconds to take a long, broad lick all the way down her pussy, tasting her excitement. I honestly considered just devouring her then and there, but god, I needed to be inside of her.

She’d bent over Nick, taking his cock in hand and showing him just how fucking incredible she is with her tongue. I ran my fingers up and down her back, tangling them in her hair, feeling her head bob up and down on another man, knowing exactly hoe he felt. Then I sat up and bottomed out into her in one thrust.

“Fuck!” she screamed, coming off of his cock. Her head rested on his stomach while I buried myself in her over and over. I could feel her dripping down my length, her cunt gripping me so fucking tight. Nick was whispering to her, telling her how amazing she feels, how sexy she is.

Unfortunately, Before we’d had a chance to even change positions, Nick’s groans escalated as he came. Both Delilah and I were a little surprised, but she took it in stride and cuddled into him. Meanwhile, I felt a little bad that she hadn’t cum yet, not really, and while I hoped he’d rally, something told me he wouldn’t.

Determined to make her scream, I flipped Delilah onto her back and let out all of my excitement and aggression. I devoured her. I ravaged her pussy with my tongue and fingers, and I groaned in a deep satisfaction when I did it. I fucking loved tasting her — I always do. I loved feeling her drip down my chin while I suck on her clit, circling my tongue right where she needs it. I fucking love feeling her get tighter and tighter on my fingers while I run them over the spot inside of her that makes her melt, over and over and over. I fucking love when she cant catch her breath around her cries and moans, and how she grabs on to my head, holding it between her legs, begging me never to stop eating her.

In less than a minute, the night, my tongue, my fingers, and Nick’s encouraging words were too much for her. She shattered. Damn the roommates, she screamed. Her whole body doubled up and vibrated with the strain and power of her orgasm, her limbs flying for something, anything to hold on to.

I refused to let up until I’d completely drained her, so for a minute, she cried out, spasmed, overflowed, and came. Eventually, her quakes turned to shudders, to aftershocks. She pulled me up for a kiss, to taste herself on my lips, and clung onto me like I was the only thing keeping her in this world.

We ran our hands over her, through her hair, down her back. Four hands, two mouths bringing her down. She buried her head in my shoulder and shivered.

“So,” I asked, “who’s ready for round 2?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7jfvty/the_delilah_experiments_a_devils_threeway_mfm