[FFM] The saga continues—episode two from the molly crew: boyfriend and I fuck Steph, the 3 of us grow even closer together and boyfriend and I open up our relationship for Steph and the future

Hi again! Thanks again to everyone for all the compliments on [my last post](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e9nrdb/group_just_the_story_of_a_normal_night_with_my/)! I’m honestly blown away and pleasantly surprised and super flattered! I hadn’t planned on writing down another story right away, but a lot of you were really interested in the whole me/my husband/Steph/Anna/Marcus dynamic and what else has happened since that first story, so I guess I’ll just go in order of the experiences with those people and try to keep at it if people are still enjoying the saga, so to speak. Haha, let me know if it gets boring!

Alright, so this experience happened about 3 weeks or a month after that crazy, high-on-molly group sex spectacle in the first story.

Steph and I were hanging out at the house together while my boyfriend was working and would meet up with us later. We were trying to decide whether to go out or stay in and eventually we were just on the fence and wanted him to decide, so I texted,

“Hey babe, we really don’t care either way what we do—what do you want to do? Stay in and watch a movie or head downtown?”

And he responded that he was kind of relieved we didn’t care, because he didn’t want to let us down, but was having a stressful day and would rather just stay home.

Easy enough then—Steph and I had some drinks, talked and browsed movie options until he said he texted that he was on his way home.

That’s when I noticed Steph was smirking in kind of a playful way, almost giggling and when I asked why she said,

“Oh nothing, I just had this idea that we could take a pic together in bed saying the movie is starting soon and he won’t want to miss any of the action or something like that just to tease him for fun, but I don’t want to be mean.”

I laughed and said “oh, that’s great—we’re definitely doing it!”

And we did and it was fun in a way that was probably only 50 percent us joking after the whole molly thing a few weeks before.

When my boyfriend got home I think it became pretty clear to all of us that it wasn’t a joke to any of us at all.

It’s not like we just started fucking like it was a porno after the first two minutes of pretending to have a plot—I just mean I think we could all feel the mood change and us kind of recalibrate where the night was heading, if that makes sense.

My boyfriend sat down with us and had a drink and we all just talked and joked around for a bit and then he said he wanted to shower off quick and then he’d be ready for a movie if we were.

When he left to go shower, Steph and I just looked at each other, both laughing a bit and I said, “Well, I guess we’re doing this again, huh?”

And she said “Haha, yeah, it kind of feels like that—but I don’t want to intrude at all, you know—it’s whatever you want for real.”

She’s always been so thoughtful and sweet—but I was comfortable with it especially after the last time and we all understood each other so well that it felt very natural.

So, we put a movie on and quickly made a little game plan—ha, like we were slutty secret agents or something—and decided that when he got back to the room, we’d tell him to relax and let us help him relieve the stress of his long day.

We probably wouldn’t have even needed the plan though, because we stripped down before he got back and were just waiting on the bed for him.

Pretty sure anyone would know what was going down, haha.

I bet it was a pretty great sight for him—walking in from the shower to find us both naked, staring at him and motioning for him to come lay down in the middle of us.

For anyone who didn’t read the last post, I’ll share my description of Steph front that to give an accurate visual for this:

>Steph: Short—like very short—maybe 5’1”?, very fit—avid soccer player and her body looks like it—like, she’s “skinny” in some sense, but also like, thick, if that makes sense—strong, broad thighs, a bit of a bubble-but, breasts that aren’t insanely large (maybe DD?) but on her body they almost look a bit ridiculous and she complained about them being annoying to deal with when running, toned arms, medium dark brown straight hair with bangs, tattoos on her shoulders and ankles.

>Steph’s breasts really were absurd for her body—she looked like she’d fall over forward, haha. They’re beautiful though. They hung in front of her with soft curves but no sag really, which was impressive given the proportion disparity going on. Her darker-than-her-skin-tone nipples were hard and stuck out probably a quarter inch, surrounded by medium-sized aureolas. Her pussy had about two inches of a stubble landing strip but was otherwise shaved.

The only difference today was that there was no landing strip—apparently she ditched it and went full shaved, which makes sense to me—Anna and I both think it’s the most comfortable/convention option for our preferences.

Damn though, for real, Steph’s tits really are something else though—I don’t understand how they’re on her tiny body and not sagging, but it’s more than that—it’s her skin tone, what I consider to be aesthetically-perfect nipples, the way her tits bounce and move…and how I can basically hide my face in them and just relax…I don’t know—they also just have some sort of intangible factor they make them perfect…ha, sorry, I got sidetracked.

*[Side note: It’s a small world, huh? Steph actually ended up seeing my last story (ha, I didn’t think it would be so popular!) and thankfully loved it—and I know is looking forward to reading this one so, hi Steph! You better be flicking the bean or I’ll be offended! Call me when you’re done!]*

Okay, moving on—haha, maybe I was wrong before lol, because now it sounds kind of like the start of a porno—but the porno wouldn’t have shown us just hanging out for the hour before the shower!

Ha, anyway, he lays down and we team up blowing him, sucking on his balls, kissing him all up and down his chest and stomach and just generally doing everything pretty slowly and sensually—we really *were* trying to make it all relaxing.

Eventually I couldn’t control myself anymore though and told him I really needed his cock in me…I didn’t want to leave Steph out though, so I got on my back and ate her out while he fucked me—which I’m sure was another great view for him!

We were still all just going slowly and it was really amazing the three of us feeling so close. Since my face was busy pleasuring Steph’s pussy it was awesome that she was being so vocal so I could hear what was going on.

She loved talking about his cock in me and how I must be loving it and how she loved how he fucked me…and I came a loooooot with that stimuli.

We stopped for a minute for me to recover eventually and as I was sitting there panting, feeling so close to both of them and caring so much about them both, something kind clicked for me.

As I mentioned in the first story, previously my boyfriend and I had gotten to the point where we were okay sharing each other as long as we were together and it didn’t include actual penetrative sex.

But in this moment I realized it wasn’t that simple and that we had a catch-all rule when nothing is “catch-all” in life…and right now, with him and Steph, *I wanted him to fuck her really great like she deserves* because of how I care about and trust both of them.

So, he and I went to the bathroom and talked for a while and ended up resetting our rules some—that actual sex with others was okay as long as we discussed it ahead of time and were both approving of whatever the situation was—and that we would always be priority #1 for each other and have no issues not doing something if one person was uncomfortable, no questions asked.

So I asked him if he wanted to fuck Steph and he said only if I wanted him to. We went back to the room and I said “Hey Steph, so, this was my idea—would you like to have his cock in you?”

Her eyes were fireworks, but I could see she was holding back because she didn’t want to freak out or seem too excited. She said, “Are you sure? I mean, like, yes, definitely yes, but only if you really—“

I cut her off “I do. I really want to see you get fucked and filled with cock like I know you want and you definitely deserve. I’ll help too. It’s your turn to relax—lay down.”

She was speechless and breathing heavily as she lay down, her round tits glistening with a little bit of sweat and her whole body shaking just the tiniest amount because her body was so excited.

I told my boyfriend to fuck her and that he better not stop before she cums—and me saying that definitely kicked things into high gear—from the “slow and sensual” plateau to the rapid climb of the “oh shit oh fuck OKAY YEAH LET’S FUCK IT’S ON” mountain—and the whole time I was masturbating and switching my head between making out with Steph and watching my boyfriend fuck her. I thought I’d enjoyed the experience gokntonro it, but I was almost surprised how great I was feeling—feeling so happy about it that we were all happy.

I nibbled on Steph’s ear and whispered “I wish you could see the view I can—your pussy is so gorgeous getting fucked and I’m so happy you’re going to get to cum from the real thing.”

That apparently did her in, because she came almost right away and collapsed into a pulsing heap with her eyes rolled back and guttural moans of pleasure flowing from her.

It was SO FUCKING HOT.

I wanted to taste her pussy on his cock and he said he wouldn’t last long anyway, so I tried to deepthroat him as hard as I could, all while staring at Steph as her attention came back around to us. Making intense eye contact with Steph, I felt my boyfriend’s body start to clench and knew it was time for dessert—I drained every single fucking drop of cum out of my boyfriend that I could and I could tell we were all just happy and satisfied.

At this point we were also all pretty tired, so we got under the covers, put another movie on and all snuggled naked until we fell asleep…it was really sweet and genuine.

We went out to a tiny diner place for breakfast the next day and then Steph had to leave to meet her brother for some family thing…and I guess that was that. Like the whole molly thing—well, probably because of it—nothing seemed weird and we all just went on as normal, which was great.

So, anyway, this whole thing is also how my now-husband and I ended up opening our relationship some—and it ended up kind of facilitating the next sexual experience within this group.

Someone asked in a comment on the last post if I ever ended up having sex with Marcus (and his thick dick)—and once I get around to writing down what happened, the next story should make the answer to that very clear, haha.

Okay, that’s all for now! Should I keep writing these? The next story with Marcus would take me a while to write and probably be pretty long, but I’ll do it if people are really interested.

Haha, I keep having to go masturbate after writing these! Hopefully my husband will be home soon and be able to lend me a hand (and cock, haha).

Bye!! ????????

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