It began simple enough with an Instagram post.
I was in southern Oregon and snapped a picture of myself near a local landmark, a fountain. Less than an hour later I received a picture message of an old friend standing near the same foundation, you in town? I was and moments later I was seated across from a woman I had not seen in more than 15 years. Francine Day, now Francine Hughes, but to me always Frankie.
Frankie had grown up to be a beautiful woman with rosy cheeks and long dark hair now punctuated with a white stripe. She was a teacher, 10th grade English, and the lead chaperone to a group of theater kids on a school trip. It made sense, as a teenager herself Frankie was drawn to the drama club because it forced her to challenge her shy nature. Now Frankie was in charge but I could also see the sheepish girl in an oversized seater.
The other school chaperone was woman named Kate. Younger than Frankie and I, slender, in a dress that was cut in just a way that I’m sure young boys on the trip took the image of to bed at night. She was more outgoing, louder, and immediately took a liking to me. I pegged her as trouble from the start.
We chatted and talked about our lives and spouses, Kate too was married. Soon an extra ticket for that nights play was offered to me. I’d already checked out of my hotel but couldn’t find a reason not to stick around and take in some theatre. There was no use driving so late so I’d just stay in town another night. So I moved across town and got a room at a hotel where an old friend was staying as well as her fellow teacher who’d been shooting me looks all day.
During the play a character quoted a statistic: 62% of married women would cheat on their husbands if they knew they wouldn’t be caught. It was not until that moment that the full weight of circumstances became apparent to me. I looked down our row and there was Kate looking right back at me.
Frankie and Kate went to the hotel to herd their students into their rooms and I made myself comfortable in the hotel bar waiting for company. Frankie came in first and ordered a margarita, a bold choice considering the hour. Kate followed a bit later and had a greyhound. A couple rounds were had, maybe more, and three people who didn’t drink much found themselves laughing and having a grand time.
The line came up, the statistic, 62%.
Could it be true? It was just women who said they would, not actually did, right? And how can you even be sure you would never be caught? So I joked, half joked, “Well I think running into an old crush five hours from home and finding out you have a room in the same hotel would be a start.” We all laughed, hard, too hard, too long. It became uneasy and soon we all parted ways.
For about 30 minuets.
I got a text message from Kate. It read 62% with a question mark. I replied with my room number. This was happening! Quickly I brushed my teeth and put away my things, hands folded while sitting on my bed just waiting. I heard footsteps, then laughter, then a knock. Frankie was standing there with a bottle of champagne, hysterically laughing with Kate standing beside her in stitches as well. “This was not planned.” Frankie frantically waved her hand. I beckoned them inside before everyone in the hotel came out to see.
My heart was racing. The three of us were just standing at the entrance of my room. Three adults unsure of how to go forward, each in unknown territory. Frankie finally blurted out “But I’m not into women!” The three of us giggled again. “I’m okay with that.” Said Kate. “Me too.” And we nodded.
I pushed forward, asking Frankie bluntly “Do you want Kate to watch you and I?” There was a stunned silence. “Would you rather start by watching Kate and I?” That almost too revealing dress began to shimmy and Kate stood there with a ear to ear smile. Kate took my hand and I pulled her in close and began kissing her.
My hands ran down Kates smooth dress down to her hips as she kissed me, her tongue wild as if it’d been restrained all night. Frankie watched us from mere inches away but making sure not to touch and even followed us as we moved to the bed, making her perch on the corner. Kates legs were long and muscular and she sighed deeply as I ran my tongue from her ankle to her panties. One quick pull to the side and now my tongue massaged her clit. It was a shame that from that angle I couldn’t see Frankie, see her reaction.
Kate had done away with her dress, she had even freed me of almost all of my clothing. I stood there at the base of the bed with Kate on her knees and my cock in her mouth. It was almost embarrassing to stand there being felated while someone watches you, let along an old classmate. So it was a bit of a relief when Frankie began to move closer, wanting to get a better angle of Kates sucking skills. Was this it? Was Frankie going to finally give in and join in this blowjob. Her head inched closer and closer before turning to look up at me. Then Frankie stood up and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
The kiss was soft. It was amazing. I’d never kissed a woman while being sucked off. My head pulled back and Frankie and I smiled at each other. We only broke eye contact for a second as I pulled Kate onto the bed and bent her over. Frankie and I kissed again as I slid my cock into Kate. We must have stayed like that for a long moment. Frankie and I only pulled apart because Kate was screaming with joy and we laughed like it was just silly.
“Take off your clothes” I said and Frankie began to undress.
Thankfully I’d had a few cocktails that night. There is no explanation as to how I could thrust into Kates glorious pussy and watch Frankie slowly undressed without blowing my load. Thank you whisky. Frankie leaned in close again and watched as my cock slid into Kate over and over. Then her hands slowly crept across Kates body until Frankie placed a hand on either side of Kates ass. She squeezed that ass and Kate moaned in joy. Frankie smiled at me like she had found a new toy, the shy girl from high school once again.
I motioned to the empty spot at the head of the bed and Frankie perched herself next to Kate, ass up. Two beautiful asses in front of me. I pulled out my cocked and dropped to my knees so I could lick Kates wetness. My mouth wrapping around her entire pussy, I sucked her lips real hard before pulling back and doing the same to Frankie. Frankie moaned as if she was surprised by pleasure, like this was sadly all new. I licked her good and deep and dug my fingers into her ass cheeks.
Finally I stood and put my cock inside Frankie. Again she moaned in excitement and surprise. Her ass was round and soft and I took my time enjoying each pump. Kate sat up and turned towards me, placing her hands on Frankies ass as Frankie has done to her. “I am having a great time.” Kate smiled. We kissed as I fucked Frankie. I pulled out and Kate took my cock in her hand, jerking me off until I shot cum down Frankies back. Frankie collapsed, Kate and I collapsed beside her.
We didn’t speak. Perhaps we’d had enough of words? I massaged the two naked women before Frankie snuck into the shower and Kate went back to her room. When Frankie came out of the bathroom in a robe I said “So can we schedule this again in 15 years?” And she shot back “That sounds like a tradition.”
Frankie and I laid down again and soon we were fucking. She got back to her room at 5am. None of the pictures from earlier that night were posted on Instagram.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8606es/threeway_with_two_teachers_on_a_feild_trip_mff
Were you also married?? Such a hot story!!
You want to remove the surnames you mentioned in the first paragraph.
Will the pictures of earlier that night be posted on Reddit instead?
Good coincidence you ran in to them and ended in such hot results
What’s the thing with 62%? I dont know this statistic