[FMM] Saturday night, strip poker, alcohol. What’s the worst that could happen…. ;)

As my first story went down well I decided to share another. I am sharing this as it is probably the most memorable sexual experience for me. It’s a long one, but I think it’s worth the read.

I was in a relationship with my boyfriend (who would become my husband and eventually ex-husband) at the time and it was the first time we’d ever done anything sexual that included a third person. It wasn’t even planned; up until that point we thought we were exclusive and ‘just wanted to be with each other and no one else’ or whatever you call it. But circumstances change things.

This happened about 27 years ago, I remember most of it quite well, but some of the dialogue will be a bit made up as I simply can’t remember exactly what was said. But all the events that happened, happened.

It was a few days before my 21st birthday. My boyfriend was 26 and he was visiting me at uni. He doesn’t live too far away so he comes almost every night anyway. It was a Saturday night, and we were going to have a couple of friends over to play a bit of poker, and then go out to a bar or a club. I live in halls of residence, so I have my own room and share a kitchen with 6 others.

I should note that about 3 weeks prior to my birthday, we had agreed to not have sex until my 21st. I thought it was bullsh*t but my boyfriend thought it would be hot, so I guess I agreed, and I wished I hadn’t. I was young, healthy. I needed sex. I needed to have an orgasm. 3 weeks is too long to go without sex, so whenever he came over I always tried to persuade him in loads of different ways. I had an en-suite bathroom in my student room, so I’d just walk out naked after the shower into the room whilst he’s in there. I’d wear skirts with no underwear and then sit on his lap. Sometimes even when other people were around! He’d shirk me off almost straight away. Even in the mornings, I’d try and grab his c*ck as soon as I woke up and even got it in my mouth a couple of times; it was never hard because he would be asleep, and as soon as he woke up and knew what was going on he’d always jump out of bed and tell me to wait, and then the number of days I had to wait, which made it worse. I honestly don’t know why he resisted so much and why he cared so much about it. Either he was secretly wanking off or he had much better self control than I did.

Anyway, back to that night, I remember I tried to convince him again before our friends came over, but he just kept saying that there’s only a couple days left now. Honestly, he could’ve said a couple of years and it wouldn’t have mattered at that point. I’m actually a little bit shocked now at how little self control I had.

We got some booze out and started drinking it and waited for Stevie and his girlfriend (the friends that were coming over). Stevie was a good friend of both mine and my boyfriend’s. He was very outgoing and confident, so much so that it bordered on arrogant now I remember it. We didn’t really know his girlfriend (I didn’t even know her name) and it turned out she didn’t even come anyway. She was sick or something, but Stevie still came. We were in the kitchen when he arrived, with the poker chips already out. When I saw that he’d come without his girlfriend a plan began to form in my mind. I could only think about sex and how to get it, so once we had settled down with drinks and the general catch up and small talk was over, I suggested we played strip poker instead of normal poker.

“No, no we’re not playing strip poker, don’t be ridiculous” was my boyfriends reaction, as he obviously knew what I was trying to do. Stevie just laughed. I liked to think I was a good looking girl at that age, so I bet Stevie thought seeing me without my clothes on wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I just wanted a d*ck in me, I’m not going to mince my words. I honestly didn’t care if it was my boyfriends or if it was Stevie’s, as far fetched as that may sound given he has a girlfriend himself. But I thought that involving other people would persuade my boyfriend to put his d*ck in me. Maybe.

“Stevie? It’s my birthday, or soon at least, I think we should play strip poker, what do you think?”

“Umm… are you sure? I mean, don’t your other… don’t other people live here.”

He had a point, any one of my 5 other flatmates could walk in at any time, but I knew 3 of them were home for the weekend, and 2 others would just stay in their room. It was final year of uni and they were both finding it hard so they would be studying all night, but that’s straying from the story.

“Yeah but none of them are here at the moment,” I lied. “Come on, live a little!”

“We’re not doing it!” My boyfriend repeated.

“Dude, come on, she has a point… it’s her birthday man, let her do what she wants”

I was so happy when Stevie agreed to it. It was 2 vs 1, and my boyfriend was always incredibly democratic. Whenever a decision had to be made, he’d insist on a vote and insist the majority should decide, which would occur so often he was known for it. So he had no escape here.

We began playing, and it was tame at first, just removing our socks and shoes. It didn’t take long before we were all quite drunk though. I can’t remember how many drinks we had, but it was a hell of a lot.

I remember I had just lost and I had to either remove my jeans or my blouse, and I decided to remove my jeans. I got up and slowly removed them in a provocative way, revealing my thong. My boyfriend didn’t know I was wearing that. I looked at him and I could see him smile, and the lust in his eyes. I thought he was folding, and knew I had to keep pushing. Stevie wolf-whistled, eyes fixed on my crotch area

“Niiice” he’d say, obviously very drunk. I sat back down and Stevie lost the next round, who took off his shirt. He was surprisingly toned. Not completely ripped (like the guy in my first story if you read it), but still nice looking torso. Nicer than I thought anyway, or maybe its just because I was incredibly horny. After a couple of seconds I felt his hand on my thigh, and he was stroking and squeezing it. Stevie’s hand! Again, if I wasn’t so horny and drunk I probably would’ve slapped him and called him a pervert, but all I could do was just try not to moan. Just the feeling of another human on my skin so close to my p*ssy was enough to get me wet.

The next round I lost, so I had to take off my blouse. My boyfriend was so drunk he had stopped refusing along time ago and just ogled me like Stevie. I slowly undid the buttons, revealing my bra and I tossed the blouse to the side.

“You like?” I asked the boys.

“Very much” replied Stevie. “Go get us a couple more beers would you.” I looked at him.

“Please” he added.

“Of course,” I replied. I got up and turned around, and he gave my butt a massive slap. Before I knew what happened, I let out a high-pitched moan and my knees buckled slightly.

“Ohh, shit!” Stevie said, and I could hear the shock in his voice. “Dude, your girlfriend is a horny bitch!”. I had barely recovered from the first slap when he almost immediately slapped again, harder. I let out another loud groan and fell to my knees. The feeling was so intense I could barely feel my legs. There was silence for a while as they waited for me to stop moaning, but all I wanted was more. I could feel the wetness from my p*ssy dripped down my thigh.

“Hit her again, Stevie” It was my boyfriend who said this! And he did. And my groans were turning into screams. I was on my hands and knees, trying to regulate my breathing and control my shaking body. But this wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Holy fuck…” Stevie said in shock, who must’ve just been staring at my trembling body on all fours. I felt my boyfriend touch my body, and he lifted me up. He was a strong man, although I was quite a small woman. He put me on the table we were just playing poker on. I looked at him and he was undoing his jeans and he took out his rock hard c*ck, which is impressive considering how drunk he was. He didn’t seem to care in the slightest that Stevie was there, watching on in what I can only imagine was absolute amazement and disbelief. I leaned back and dangled my head over the side of the table, waiting for the c*ck to enter me. And when it did… my goodness.

“Oh Goddd…” I screamed, so loudly. To this day I can’t believe neither of my flatmates had come out to see what was going on. Or anyone else in the building for that matter. (Though I would tell my flatmates what happened that night a few years afterward) He penetrated me, went back and forth harder and harder. I just lay there, enjoying one of the best experiences of my life, when I suddenly felt Stevie’s c*ck plunge into my mouth. I was surprised but I was enjoying my boyfriends c*ck so much I didn’t even react. My head was dangling upside down, so every time Stevie plunged his c*ck into my mouth, his warm balls would slam against my eyes. But it was such a good feeling. 2 c*cks in me at one time. 4 balls slamming against me. More than I could’ve hoped for when the night began. Any other time and any other circumstance, I would’ve been a bit disgusted with Stevie, but this really was just what I needed.

I remember I felt the first of Stevie’s shots go down my throat, and there was nothing I could do but swallow. He took his c*ck out, undid my bra and finished the rest on my tits whilst groping them. Seconds after I felt my boyfriend cum inside of me. And I knew it was loads. A ridiculous amount. He wasn’t wanking off after all.

It’s safe to say we didn’t end up going out after that. Stevie left almost immediately and my boyfriend and I fell asleep in like a sex-coma in my room. I hoped that we didn’t leave any cum in the kitchen for my flatmates to find.

Anyway. The next day my boyfriend was a little annoyed we couldn’t wait that extra couple of days, but decided it was an incredible experience and wanted to experiment with more people in the future, and we did so. Many times as husband and wife over the years and we had some amazing experiences.

My boyfriend ended up proposing to me on my 21st, which is I guess why he wanted to wait with the sex thing, but I still don’t really get it. The day after my birthday I found I was pregnant with his child from that night as well. We weren’t trying, but it was a happy surprise none the less. My husband and I were married for 25 years, divorcing a few years ago for other reasons, but this is one of the happy memories I will remember I spent with him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dbs93r/fmm_saturday_night_strip_poker_alcohol_whats_the