[MFM] first threesome with two perfect strangers

I [M] drove past neat little rows of farm houses decorated with countless lights and inflatable Santas, snowmen, and penguins for Christmas.

With the radio on near mute, the steady, quiet hum of the engine, and the periodic splash of wet snow parted by my tires in the background, my mind raced with many new questions. How many people living in these houses were doing the same thing I was doing that night? How many were expecting someone like me for the same sort of thing? Was what I doing in any way normal and if not, how rare was it? My eyes were opening up to a whole new hidden world that seemed to exist just behind the picturesque, lit up streets of small towns. As a lifelong resident of big cities, this simply never occurred to me before.

Finally coming to a stop in front of a small, colonial style house, I turned off the car and took stock of the situation. Aside from the dim lights in “Matt” and “Lynda’s” house, it was dark and empty, almost eerily so. What the hell was I doing here? What would be waiting for me inside? My mind raced trying to recall the several MMA moves that were taught to me by a friend, though after taking real classes and managing to get enough practice, looking back at it, I would’ve been lucky to have landed a hit back in the day…

Knock knock. Here goes nothing.

Matt opened the door in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked exactly like he did in the pictures he sent me, and he warmly welcomed me in, taking my coat and the bottle of champagne in my hand. (Ok, so it was technically Italian sparkling wine, so sue me.) Almost immediately after we said hello, Lynda came out to greet me in a lacy nightgown. She too, looked exactly like her photos.

Despite all three of us knowing we were going to have sex fairly shortly, our greetings were almost business-like, excruciatingly polite handshakes and pleasantries, as if I was an out of town visitor who was invited to nothing more innocuous than tea and sweets while chatting about the weather and maybe referring them to a friend who could do a kitchen remodel while I was at it.

While Matt opened the bottle, Lynda invited me to have a seat on the couch with her. The living room was small but clean and tidy. Children’s’ toys were neatly stacked on shelves next to books, due to a lack of obvious space for them elsewhere. A very large TV stood on our left-hand side, which I had just noticed was playing porn. On the screen, an actor was cautiously masturbating while his, shall we say, teammate, was being ridden by a woman in the reverse cowgirl position.

With a loud pop, the champagne bottle was opened and bubbly, foamy liquid raced to the top of the large glasses into which Matt poured them. We toasted to “fun times” and took a sip while Matt stole a glance at the TV. The woman was now furiously rubbing her clit and kissing the man she was just riding while his teammate was giving him a very spirited blowjob.

“We’re very glad you came,” he said.

“Yeah, we really liked you and just kind of took a shot in the dark,” seconded Lynda.

“Well, I’m happy to be here,” I tried to smile. “How often do you do this sort of thing?”

“Once in awhile,” replied Lynda. “It’s kind of like a when-we’re-in-the-mood-for-it thing and whether the last hookup was any good. Sometimes you get a bad experience and you have to just try again with someone new.”

On the TV screen, the woman’s vulva was now being awkwardly licked by the man she was kissing a few minutes ago while he was being anally mounted. Did Matt choose this porn video as a preview of what he wanted to do that night, or is it just something he used to set the mood? Inquiring minds wanted to know, specifically because some of the things currently being done on the screen were things I labeled off limits that night. Certainly they wouldn’t try anything outside our agreement, right? They were far too cordial and polite for that, weren’t they?

As we talked and our glasses were drained, I excused myself to the nearest bathroom to both freshen up and catch my breath. Trying not to think too hard about kids’ toys in the tub, I somehow caught myself doing the cinematic cliche of staring myself down in the mirror and splashing my face with icy cold water. Their kids were sleeping behind one of the doors within easy reach and there I was, a complete stranger in the same house, about to have sex with their parents while they were sound asleep.

As it turned out, this was actually a lot less uncommon than I thought, and as much as the thought bothered me initially, they had been doing it for years and they chose me, someone very aware of the situation, and who would be very discreet while their kids slept.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Matt in his t-shirt and underwear moving the couch to give us more space, and Lynda taking off her nightgown to reveal a sheer negligee underneath.

This was it. Extending my cinematic bathroom routine would’ve probably involved a wide establishing shot which would start behind me, dolly-in for a three-quarter shot from the back, then pan around to my face as cold sweat ran down my brow, maybe even zooming in for an extreme close up of the droplet making its way across the skin, moving with each breath…

“All set?” asked Matt.

On the screen, the woman was now enjoying a double penetration. In front of it, Lynda was taking off her panties and the negligee. No passion, no ceremony, no games. They were just casually stripping off their clothes and making it obvious for me to follow suit, of the birthday kind. My socks were the first to go, then my sweatshirt and t-shirt. Realizing that “aroused” is not the adjective I’d use to describe myself, I stopped there. Lynda, mercifully, decided to help.

She approached me, gently running her hands down my chest, down to my stomach, and firmly grabbing my belt. Even though she moved quickly, her breathing and the movement of her fingers clearly telegraphed excitement and anticipation. Somehow knowing that this wasn’t just a thing she did to make Matt happy and genuinely enjoyed herself was both arousing and encouraging. This wasn’t going to be another drunken hookup in college for the hell of it, this was going to be sex with people who actually wanted to have sex with me.

She undid my belt, unzipped my jeans, and dove straight into by boxer-briefs. Her smooth, soft hand slid under my cock and just held it there while it was still figuring out whether to stand at attention. Her lips gently met mine. Then again. And again. The tip of her tongue teased the tip of mine and she started stroking me. Matt came up behind me and gently touched my shoulder to let me know he was there.

Quietly, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist and ran his hand down my stomach to build up on Lynda’s ever more excited efforts to get me as hard as possible. We kissed. His lips felt much like his wife’s, although the feeling of his skin and his smell were vastly different.

My hand made its way down Lynda’s naked body, running from between her breasts down to her stomach and resting on her pubic bone, covering her warm mound. She gyrated her hips on my hand, breaking mine and Matt’s kiss so her tongue could play with mine. Slowly, carefully, I slid my finger inside her. Then another. Her pussy was amazingly tight and responsive, any more than two fingers felt like it would’ve started to hurt. Matt hurried us to the couch where I promptly sat Lynda down and kissed from her lips down to her wet, waiting pussy. My jeans were allowed to fall down and were swiftly kicked away.

Trying to tease her by kissing her inner thighs and stomach, my mind finally went pleasantly blank. Nothing mattered anymore but the hands on my body, and the taste of lips and skin. As the tip of my tongue parted her pussy lips and lightly grazed her clit, I felt my underwear pulled back and a mouth trying to deepthroat my cock for just a moment before Matt withdrew for Lynda to blow him while I gently sucked her clit and fingered her. After what felt like only a few minutes of this, Lynda pushed away from both of us, breathless and shaking.

“Did you cum baby?” tenderly asked Matt.

She just nodded as she kept shaking. After she calmed down a bit she slipped off the couch and patted it for me to sit. Before I could sit down, she slipped off my underwear and started teasing the underside of my cock with her mouth. Behind her, Matt, steadied her hips as he slid inside her with a grunt. She was expertly skilled, alternating between trying to deepthroat me, to teasing only the tip with her tongue while her hand firmly stroked the shaft. Closing my eyes I was left drowning in a world of pleasure, running my hand wherever I could, through her hair, fondling her breasts… She snapped me out of it by tapping on my knee.

“You should grab a condom,” she said.

Quickly, I grabbed one and put it on. Facing away from me, she steadied my cock and after a stifled moan descended on to it. My hands instinctively locked around her hips as her tight pussy wrapped around me. That was always my favorite moment with a new partner. The moment of the first penetration, feeling the warmth and silky smoothness inside, her body tensing up, her back arching in pleasure…

I groaned as my cock buried itself as far as it could.

“She’s tight, isn’t she?” winked Matt.

“She’s amazing,” I nodded, as she started riding me.

Matt positioned himself on the couch so his cock pointed straight at our faces, hard as rock and glistening with her wetness, and in the heat of the moment, both Lynda and I took turns blowing him. Quickly afterwards, I realized that my curiosity has been sated and this would be the last time I’d do anything like this. While I wasn’t repulsed, it just didn’t do anything for me. The best way to sum up my emotions on the subject would be “meh.”

Lynda dismounted to change positions and got on the floor. With her husband’s extremely enthusiastic encouragement, I dove between her legs and slid inside her again. She held on to me, moaning louder and louder with every thrust, kissing me, driving her nails into my back.

“You’re gonna make her cum in no time,” he encouraged. “Just keep doing what you’re doing and when you’re ready to cum, just do it in her mouth.”

I agreed to the best of my ability and kept going. Losing track of how many times she came, the three of us switched positions, went from penetration to oral and back again for what seemed like hours. Finally, as Lynda and I were in the middle of a 69, Matt pounded her wet swollen pussy with wild abandon and my tongue switched between teasing her clit and playing with his balls, I had given up on climaxing myself. Having this happen to me every time I had sex before, it wasn’t exactly disappointing, but poor Lynda desperately kept trying to make me cum in her mouth.

When Matt couldn’t hold back anymore and exploded in her pussy with a long, low-pitched grunt, I took it as my cue to finally withdraw and cut my losses.

Tired, thirsty, and mildly frustrated at my body’s inability to release all of its build-up, this wasn’t the first and it wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. But the sensations were still very enjoyable and seeing a couple exhausted, covered in cum, and ready to collapse over each other was satisfying in a very primal way. On the screen, at which I hadn’t looked since she kissed me, a new scene was playing, something to which I was not paying any attention whatsoever.

Continuing his exceptional hosting, Matt brought her and me huge glasses of water which we drank in one gulp, and turned off the porn. Slowly we cleaned up and got dressed and chit-chatted after they thanked me for my efforts. And oddly, after exchanging bodily fluids and countless kisses with me, when we said goodbye, we shook hands, as if we had tea and sweets, talked about life, and realizing how late it was getting, I was just making my way out…

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