Wild European Sexcapades & first DVP [MFM]

About a year ago but I still think about it often.

I’m married. My husband got a job in Italy (so lucky) and we moved there about a year after we got married. We’ve always been sexually adventurous I guess.

I was raised in a strict household with very sexist abstinence only education. For someone like me, who was hyper sexual as long as I can remember, this stopped nothing. If anything it contributed more to my kinkiness. I lost my virginity at 18 – before marriage (gasp), and got married to the same amazing guy a few years later. He was my first. But not my only.

Fast forward to blissful married life in Italy. Strong coffee, carbs for days, beautiful people, gorgeous weather, the craziest drivers I’ve ever seen and above all- sex positive people. His job was crazy and he would often be gone for weeks at a time so when he finally would come home we would make the most out of it. Specifically fucking. On every surface of the apartment. After many thorough discussions and about 6 months into living in Europe we decided to try a sex club just with the intention of watching. We both admitted to sometimes looking at hotwife stuff to cum when we’re apart. I was genuinely terrified to admit this to him – I thought he would think I was disgusting and/or trying to cheat on him but to my surprise (and relief) he was very much into it too.

The club itself was more of a nude spa type of thing with so much chlorine in the water my eyes felt like they were actually melting. Which for this kind of place is a healthy amount I guess? But the place has a few lockable rooms adjacent to the wet areas with beds and condoms and paper towel dispensers. It was a weird vibe. But still exciting. A lot of staring and not a lot of talking. We didn’t speak Italian at all (we both worked almost exclusively with other Americans, so it was easy to be lazy and not learn it fluently). There was a British guy there that approached me (English, yes!) and the way he looked at me made my stomach turn over. In the best way. He looked like a less hot (but still hot) Tom hardy. Body and face. Slightly shorter than me. I still regret not getting a phone number or a name because I would’ve loved a proper threesome. He had an accent that was very thick and asked us if he could watch us fuck. I looked at my husband and he shrugged so I said yes. I was so scared that something I would do could trigger my husband and upset him so I checked with him constantly to see if it was okay with him. The guy asked if he could lick me and I remember being SO scared this would make my husband upset. Looking back it’s hilarious. Anyway. The weirdest half watching/kind-of-touching-sometimes threesome happened and we left the club after. The guy was flaccid when he came.. I’d never seen that before! He said we were a really hot couple and thanked us for letting him join.

The next two years of my life consisted of orgies, sex clubs, threesomes, random hotel hookups, gangbangs and more sex with more people than I thought I’d ever have in my life. The amount of hot people our age in Europe doing this sort of thing is incredible. Not even our best friends know, or will ever know.

So while we’re still in Italy my husband sees one of our friends from high school on his Facebook feed announcing he got into some study abroad program at a university in Italy. Within 30 minutes of where we were living.. so of course we met up with him as soon as he arrived in country. We showed him around our little town and since he lived so close he hung out with us and our friends often. It was lovely. We had our own little tribe of Americans there and I loved all my friends so it truly felt like home. I had no idea one of our friends had a secret too.

We used an app in Europe for hookups. A few different ones, just to be safe and have lots of options right? So one day my husband sends me a screenshot of a profile of someone that is within 15 km of us. The bio was in English – which was immediately suspect because it was always in Italian on this site. The username was his first name, middle initial (which I knew our friends middle name – he has a very unique one), followed by his BIRTH YEAR. With a neck down photo. I even checked Instagram to compare pics. In his bio he expressed interest in mfm or group stuff and said he has experience with both. He named the last city he was living in, which we also knew. All of this combined gave me 99.9% certainty this was our friend. I was attracted to him before but I never payed attention to it because he was our friend and I assumed nothing would ever happen with him. He’s a very charismatic person.

Stats: Our friend is taller than me (I’m 5’9) and in great shape. Him and my husband were similar height and build. My husband has much tanner skin. They both have that lean kind of muscular that’s just ridiculously hot.
I’m tall & I have soft curves, I’m not very muscular but semi toned. 34 DD, average booty.

Anyway. This discovery was burning me up. He was my friend and I was dying to know more about his kinky past adventures. We were conflicted. Telling him could be problematic because he could tell people and that would be far more damaging for a married couple than a single guy (being labeled swingers seemed like social suicide from what we had seen in our small community of American people) but also his username was ridiculous and part of me wanted to tell him to change it to something more discreet. But that would reveal we have a profile too. On a website specifically for meeting up for sex.

We had our friends over on the weekend to drink and hangout as usual and it was fun, but the whole time he was there I was turned on by the idea of waiting until everyone left and having both him and my husband fuck me until the sun comes up. It was distracting. I smoked weed and had a few glasses of wine which usually = blackout for me. I’m a lightweight when I mix. But tonight I was okay. I got so excited when everyone went home and it was just the three of us. He would usually sleep over since he didn’t live within walking distance. So we started chatting and I kept asking questions about the clubs he would go to in the last place he lived, what kind of clubs, kinky clubs? Etc. He eventually asked me why I was asking about this stuff. I don’t remember what I said. But he brought up threesomes with his ex, that they were both kinky and really enjoyed that kind of thing and he joined some website here to try and find similar things here. I looked at my husband, he looked at me, basically asking with his eyes if this is what we’re doing, and told him “oh yeah we’re on that website too.” Our friend kind of paused for a second, to like process it and his eyes got wide, then this smile broke out on his face and he said “Oh.” Turns to my husband, says “So is it cool if I kiss Karina right now?” My husband says yes. I’m biting my lip so hard from excitement my lip might bleed. He moves closer to me and touches my face, says something like “You’re seriously so hot Karina” and starts kissing me. We start making out. Husband moves to my right side. Their pants come off. I’m touching one and licking another. The next 4 hours (4 HOURS WHO AM I??) are a blur. I don’t remember every moment but I remember saying to this guy “oh ok -username on that website-“ and he just looks at me in absolute shock and I start laughing. I told him he should def change his username, but that I’m glad we found it. He choked me, a lot. And I came so hard. My friend helped me blow my husband. Stroked my husband while he fucked me and I made out with him. We’d never done anything like that… bi stuff, but he just did it. They took turns cumming in me, apparently one of them came twice in me, the other 3 times. I remember saying “I’m so full of cum right now.” So hot. Every moment. We always used condoms as a strict rule, but this night was different. We didn’t give a fuck. It was this raw energy that none of us could resist. (And this night broke me, being filled up with cum is my kink now and I’m a total cumslut) We basically fucked like animals all night until we passed out. The next day waking up was so strange. I didn’t remember everything right away, but I knew how it started. I was furious I didn’t remember every detail. I was SO worried things would be weird and I didn’t remember asking him to not tell anyone so I texted him:
OKAY SOOO

he texted me:
Don’t worry…

I didn’t forget the bag

(He was supposed to bring a bag of stuff to my friends place that lives right by him)

He said he’d take it to his grave. So our secret was safe maybe? That night we went to his house. He took us through it step by step since the night was a little blurry for us due to being cross faded. And after he told us he started touching my leg, then we all kind of fell into eachother. We were like magnets, there was no thinking it was just this powerful sexual energy none of us even tried to deny.

So our friendship definitely changed but in the best way. My husband felt a little weird about it for a few days because he’d known this guy for so long, longer than I did, and he wasn’t totally into bi stuff but he didn’t really care enough to say anything in the moment. I on the other hand was ecstatic. No one in our real life knew about us and it was hot sharing our secret. And having a good friend/possible sex friend sleep over sometimes? Even hotter.

The next 6 months every time he slept over at our house after our vanilla friends would go home we would all fuck. Sometimes we even went to his apartment and once we even went to a sex club together. At the end of the night I was always dripping with cum. He once licked my husbands cum out of my pussy. Which was insanely hot. Never thought I’d be the kind of person to love it but ooof

One sunny April Day we went to a wine festival with friends. I expressed a desire to try dvp and they were both super into it. I didn’t think it was possible, sometimes I’m too tight for one cock let alone two?? We practiced with a dildo and a ton of lube and my god somehow it worked. But my fantasy was to have both come in me at the same time. So after the festival we decided to head to his place. Except we were so tired we fell asleep on the train home, we had to find a taxi- expensive in a small town and get to his place. We were exhausted, frustrated, tired, I was annoyed. I really didn’t think I’d do anything, I took some caffeine pills as a last resort and I was getting ready to tell them we can try some other time but then they both started caressing my thighs. And my the side of my tits. Kidding my neck. One hand touching the edge of my underwear, a finger slipping in. Being tired was a distant memory. Hands and mouths everywhere. All over eachother. Until I was ready. He laid down on his bed and I lowered myself onto him until I was sitting on him, my pussy throbbing around him. My husband was behind me and slowly pushed his cock into me. This feeling of fullness is something I struggle describe. The pleasure was so intense. I’d never been so full. When I was fully comfortable with it I started moving and my husband slowly started thrusting, never fully pulling out. I put my fingers in my friends mouth. I moved those wet fingers down and started touching my clit. I could feel the intensity building. I knew these two very well, I could tell they were getting closer too. And with my pussy gripping not one but two hard cocks, while they both said they were about to cum, I started to have the most intense orgasm of my life. And at the same time, both of them came with me and filled me with cum. All three of us cumming simultaneously. It was magical.

A few months after that we moved back to the USA. I still send him nudes sometimes. We have yet to meet someone we connect with on that level here. I hope it happens soon. But for now I have these memories ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ez3twu/wild_european_sexcapades_first_dvp_mfm