My girlfriend picked up another girl at the bar, so we brought her home [mff]

My partner and I would usually find girls to play with on reddit or fetlife, but this was quite different…

The early part of the day was spent at a tattoo parlor. I was getting a few pieces done and I was lucky enough to have Diana with me. Even though she was gone for an hour to get her nails done– a light blue– I still owed her. She picked the movie (Cabin in the Woods) and then insisted we go out to a nearby bar to dance. I’m not someone who dances often, but I relented. She watched me get stabbed by a needle for a few hours, so it was only fair that we spend the rest of the evening doing what she wanted. So we got dressed, me in a pair of jeans and a tank top and her in a little black dress. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was trying to get laid tonight. We made the walk a few blocks to the bar in question, one that is a normal dive-y place downstairs but has a dj on weekend nights upstairs. We got a drink (gin/tonic for me, vodka/club for her) while we waited on the line to get upstairs and finally made it.

She immediately began dancing to whatever was playing, while I deferred so I could get another drink. Sober me doesn’t dance, but drunk me gets down sometimes. So I went back and forth between grinding up against her and getting another round. I was pleasantly tipsy, but a little disgruntled, as people kept on bumping up against the fresh ink on my arm. It was under a layer of that breathable plastic wrap, but it was still sore, so I may have been spending a little more time than necessary at the bar. I was about to return when I see that Diana has found someone else to dance with. I’m not a jealous man, but I am somewhat easily turned on, so watching her grind up against another girl was really doing it for me. I decided to stay back and let her do her thing.

I’ll describe Diana and I here: I’m 5’10 with an athletic build, lots of body hair and tattoos, and short dark brown hair and a thick dark brown beard. Diana is around 5’4 and curvy, blessed with G cups (pierced nipples) and an amazing ass, long brown hair at the time and hazel eyes that change colors a bit to blue and green. Killer smile, too.

The girl in question was a little shorter than Diana, but with short black hair, thin almond eyes, and an olive complexion. She was wearing short jean cutoffs that showed off her toned legs and a black tank top that left uncovered her stomach and pierced belly button. It looked like she was really getting into it, so I let them have their fun, locking eyes with Diana at one point and seeing how pleased she was. I noticed Diana’s arms wrapping around the girl, catching flashes of her blue nails in the semi-dark dance floor. I saw the girl’s hands grasp Diana’s before reaching behind her head to pull Diana’s face into the crook of her neck. Diana took the gesture appropriately and kissed the girl’s neck and ear a little bit. It didn’t take long for that to turn into a full blown makeout session. I tried not to be creepy, but nodding along to the music from the corner at the bar is kinda hard to do without being creepy. I decided to wager a guess at where this night was headed, and paid our tab. As I was waiting to sign, I saw Diana point at me and beckon me over. The girl looked at me and gave me a smile, so I quickly scribbled something on the receipt and squeezed through a few people to get to them.

“Alex, this is Pamela. Pamela, Alex… I asked if she wanted to come to my place to have a couple drinks someplace quieter and she said she’d love to.” I couldn’t hide my grin, but clearly didn’t need to. I said that I’d be all for it, and Pamela said to wait out front while she settled her bill. Diana and I giddily went downstairs and exchanged our thoughts in hushed tones. I couldn’t really see everything that happened on the dance floor, but apparently Pamela was whispering “we need to get out of here” to her quite liberally, and even had Diana rubbing her through her shorts somewhat. Pamela joined us outside and we began the short walk to Diana’s. The temperature was cool and it was a little drizzly, which felt wonderful compared to the sweaty mess that was the bar. On the way, we talked about… something. The neighborhood, I think. Different fun bars in the area, good places to eat. I was kinda drunk and paying more attention to the sexual tension in the air, of which there was quite a bit, so forgive my poor memory here. I do remember Pamela spanking Diana over something and laughing, but not many details.

We got home and, fortunately for memory’s sake, I abstained from another drink while the girls each had a beer. We went upstairs to Diana’s room and I put on some music (the new Janelle Monae album) and the girls decided to dance a little more. It took maybe five minutes for Diana to drag me to the spot in her bedroom that became the impromptu dance floor, where we all began getting handsy with one another. Pamela grinded herself against me and moaned as she leaned in to kiss Diana. I kissed our new friend’s neck and let my hands explore the skin at her waist, my bulge pulsing against her ass. She turned around and pushed the hair out of her face to kiss me, her full lips sucking on mine as I felt hands stroking me through my jeans. Diana was guiding her hand to my crotch and saying something like, “See how hard he is for us… for you?”

We made our way to the bed, rolling around and kissing each other as clothing began coming off. Diana’s dress, then her bra, at which point Pamela gasped. She zeroed in on Diana’s (newly) pierced nipples and went to reach for them, but I grabbed her wrist, “Tsk tsk tsk… these are fresh piercings, so be careful. No saliva, ok?” Pamela nodded, “I’ve never played with pierced ones before… they look amazing,” and stroked them gently with her thumb, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on them, careful to avoid the bar impaling them. Meanwhile, I kissed Diana and bit her lip, and she had one hand on me and the other on Pamela’s head. When Pamela pulled away, I grinned at her and began playing with the hem of her top, pulling it upwards a little bit. She raised her arms for me and I took the tank top off to reveal a black bra with light blue lace on it. I planted Diana’s hand on it, “Look at that, they match,” I joked, noting Diana’s freshly done nails. Diana squeezed her breasts and I kissed her neck, nibbling her ear lobe and pulling away just for a moment to undo her bra clasp. Her breasts spilled out and Diana and I both had the same idea, leaning down to take a nipple into our mouth. I felt her hand at the back of my head and I could hear her moaning as she leaned back and eventually laid down on the mattress.

I remember Diana and I switching off kissing her and playing with her breasts for a while before I pulled away from her mouth and let one of my hands press against her crotch. I looked her in the eyes and she answered my wordless question with a nod while biting her lip. I was delighted to find her dripping wet beneath her shorts. “You’re soaked,” I teased in a low voice. Her eyes fluttered at my gentle touch but she managed to reply, “Thank Diana– she’s got some moves.” I responded, “You can thank her yourself in a little bit,” and give her one last deep kiss before repositioning myself a little lower on the bed. I unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, but left her panties on for the time being. I kissed her through them, enjoying her taste and her smell and her quiet moans, muffled by Diana’s mouth. I nibbled on her inner thighs and teased her some more before I decided she’d had enough, finally peeling off her black thong. Her lips were neatly shaven, but she had a cute tuft of black hair above them, and then entire area was pink and swollen. I made out with her puffy lips slowly, letting my tongue explore them as she got used to me. By the time I hooked my left arm around her hip and pushed a couple fingers from my right hand into her, she was so wet, she was dripping down onto the sheets. She gasped as I entered her and I wasted little time in focusing my oral attentions on her clit. She moaned loudly into Diana’s mouth as I found her g-spot, rubbing it steadily and firmly, trying to keep her body still as best I could. It was only a few minutes before I heard her say something, again muffled, but I didn’t need to understand her. I felt her lips clench on my fingers as she came, her juices running over my hand and down my chin. I gave her a moment to catch her breath, my tongue resting flat on her clit as my fingers remained still inside of her.

I finally pulled them out and kissed my way up her body. Diana pulled my mouth towards her and kissed me deeply, licking my lips and my chin as Pamela looked up at us. I offered her my fingers and she took them in her mouth greedily, reaching at my crotch with renewed energy. Although I was painfully hard, I thought it best to have gratitude paid to the one who made the night happen. “Now you can thank her, ok?” I pushed Diana back against the mattress and pushed Pamela on top of her. I held Diana’s hands down as Pamela carefully kissed her way around the piercings, down Diana’s navel, and pulled her lavender panties down. I could see the dark purple spot in them and took them from Pamela’s fingers, pressing the spot into Diana’s mouth. I could tell by Diana’s moans that Pamela was experienced when it came to going down on other girls, and watched intently as she buried her tongue in my girlfriend. With her fingernails, Pamela couldn’t really penetrate Diana, but she did so with her tongue just fine. She was tongue fucking her while using the pads of her fingers to rub her clit, and it was driving Diana wild. I couldn’t help myself and pulled my dick out, hastily replacing the panties with it to silence her frequent moans. She was too distracted to really pay attention to it, so I made do with stroking it and rubbing it on her lips as I watched Pamela bring her closer to a climax. I kept myself on edge until I could tell Diana was close, knowing those familiar moans and the way she moves her body when she’s about to cum. I shot a few jets into her mouth, finishing on her tits as she began cumming. Her breasts jiggled as her body shook with ecstasy, and I sat on my feet, still holding her wrists down until she was finished.

Pamela crawled up and immediately told us how hot that was, watching lustfully as Diana cleaned herself off with her fingers and polished off my cock. “I want this… I want this inside of me.” Diana sat up on her shoulder blades and laughed, “You might need to give him a little time, hun.” “Why don’t you… get the thing?” I suggested, nodding to the drawer of our sex toys. Diana was clearly on the same wavelength, because while Pamela was looking back and forth between us asking what I meant, Diana was reaching inside for her harness. She offered Pamela two options– a thick Bad Dragon dildo and a thinner, longer purple one. “Pick one,” Diana said. Pamela had a shit eating grin on her face and sat up excitedly, thinking for a moment before choosing the longer one. “Get on your back and spread your legs for her like a good little girl, ok?” Pamela turned to me and kissed me hard, picking up on the dirty talk and saying, ” Yes, Sir.”

She assumed the position and held her legs behind her knees as Diana got ready for her, coating the toy with a little bit of lube and teasing it against Pamela’s opening. I laid down next to her, pinching and tugging at her erect nipples. She put my hand at her throat, but seeing as we hadn’t gone over safewords or anything, I wasn’t too keen to really get rough with her. I settled for holding her throat tight enough for the sensation, but loose enough so she could still breathe. Diana looked down at us and sunk inside of our new friend. I felt Pamela’s hand grip my wrist as she gasped, then exhaled a moan and seemed to melt into the bed. “Good girl,” I whispered in her ear, “Take that cock for us.” Pamela only nodded and shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being overwhelmed by everything. I reached a hand between her thighs and began rubbing her clit. Eyes still closed, she started playing with her breasts, still content with my hand firmly around her throat. Her labored breathing became louder and louder as Diana began fucking her hard, the bed creaking with each thrust. “Fuck… fuck…. fuck,” she began panting, and I smiled at Diana, silently urging her to go harder. Diana later said it was a good core workout, pounding away like that, but she was soon rewarded with Pamela’s voice, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… fuuuuuuuuu–” she cursed, a sound turning into a howl as she began quivering in pleasure. I could feel her pussy pulsating against my fingers.

Her convulsing died down, and she finally opened her eyes. “Oh my god you guys… holy shit.” Diana and I laughed, but I was hard as a rock again, and praying she wasn’t about to tap out. She could feel my hardness against her side, and she grasped it, her next thought interrupted. “Your turn?” she asked, looking up at me. “If you insist…” I said, standing up to grab a condom. I slid it on while standing up, as Pamela was cleaning up the mess she made on Diana’s toy. “Why don’t you get on top this time?” She asked Pamela, who looked up at me and nodded, licking her lips as she stared at my cock. I laid down on the bed and she straddled me, rubbing my shaft against her lips. She seemed to enjoy turning the tables and dishing out the teasing for a change, so I played the part, arching my back in vain, trying slip inside of her. She finally relented, lowering herself onto my cock and cooing. Diana laid down beside me and we began kissing as Pamela rode me expertly, changing up the pace and occasionally grinding her clit against my pubic bone as Diana squeezed her ass. I let her ride me to her heart’s content, watching as Diana began sucking on her breasts and slapping her ass cheeks. I held out as long as I could, but I came before she did, looking into her eyes as my cock erupted inside of her. She began furiously rubbing her clit, shutting her eyes tightly just as my climax was dying down. She sunk down as deep as she could moments before I felt her pussy contract around my shaft, squeezing it as she came again. She leaned forward and we kissed, only distracted by Diana fingering herself beside us, cumming as she watched us.

We were all pretty beat by that point, so we cleaned up a bit, got some water, and talked for a little while longer before we exchanged numbers and Pamela left. We promised to get together again soon– Pamela saw the rest of Diana’s toys and was intrigued, to say the least.

Oh and my tattoo healed nicely.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/advy98/my_girlfriend_picked_up_another_girl_at_the_bar

2 comments on “My girlfriend picked up another girl at the bar, so we brought her home [mff]

  1. Excellent story, you’re a lucky man!

    I would move the descriptions of you and Diana further up, otherwise comparing Pamela to Diana doesn’t mean anything to the reader. But that’s a small nitpick.

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