[MMF] That time I [33m] became a fuck toy for a hot married couple [39f/37m]

Hi everyone! I’m a long time reader of this sub, but I’ve never posted until today. Now, like everyone else I’m stuck indoors and horny, so I figured I’d try writing out some of my favourite stories from those heady pre-lockdown days.

I’m polyamorous, queer and a kinky switch – a combination that brings delightful opportunities for various and outrageous sexual encounters. I’m a 34 year-old cis-man, 5’7, with long hair, a reasonably toned body, and a thick straight cock that never draws complaints.

I’ll start with Amy and Adam. Fuck, Amy and Adam are hot. Amy’s a little taller than me, maybe 5’9, and curvy, with big soft breasts and a full round ass you just want to bite. She’s also beautiful, with high cheekbones, a slightly angular jaw, bright blue eyes and full lips generally curled into a sarcastic smile. Her jet-black hair is straight and cut just above the shoulder. Amy is 39, a couple of years older than her husband Adam. Adam’s even taller, at least 6’3, and huge. I think he wrestled when he was younger and he still has the basic features of that physique, although time and beer has softened his midriff. Still, his arms and thighs feel like tree trunks. Adam is bald on top, but has a scruffy beard covering his kind and earnest face. He’s the sort of man who makes you feel safer just by looking at him.

I met Amy and Adam about four years ago, using an app specifically designed for people looking for threesomes and other group encounters. I’d had a lot of group sex either at parties or alongside different partners, but had never been a couple’s dirty treat, and had been fantasising about that possibility for a while. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved the group sex I’ve had alongside partners – there’s nothing hotter than watching your loved ones get down with someone else – but the idea of entering a situation without too much baggage, fulfilling someone’s fantasies while getting my own kicks, and then waltzing off home, was too hot too ignore any longer.

As I’m sure many of you know, using these apps is a bit of a process. False starts, ghosted conversations, ‘couples’ where you only ever hear from the guy, or just no spark. And I want a spark – this only works if there’s energy and life in the connection. So I didn’t find Amy and Adam straight away. In fact, I’d pretty much given up hope, at least for this method of finding people. And then Adam messaged me. He and Amy had just moved to my city and found my profile pretty much straight away. Unlike a lot of the messages you get on these apps, his was chatty and interesting. He’d read my profile, pointed out that we share a love of blues music and sci-fi novels, and told me about his work as a professional gardener. And he told me that his wife and he were looking for a queer guy with whom to explore some sexual fantasies. This was looking good.

We exchanged numbers, and he also gave me Amy’s contact details. I chatted with the two of them for a few days, in a *mostly* chaste fashion. I learned that Amy was an accountant but considering going back to university to study for an MA in sociology. I learned that they’re both adorably obsessed with pro-wrestling, and that Amy earns a modest second income by making obscene sock puppets. And I learned that these guys are deliciously kinky. We didn’t make any particular plans or promises because we wanted to meet up and check the chemistry before taking things further. But they each told me that they were specifically looking for a guy to be submissive to the both of them. While Amy is a switch like me, Adam doesn’t really like to sub. Within their relationship the d/s dynamic can only travel in one direction. And Amy had been missing domming. Meanwhile Adam had been craving cock. They hoped I might be interested in helping them out. And by this point, I was pretty sure I was.

I suggested we get a couple of drinks in a nice pub and see if we clicked. We met up the following Friday. I chose somewhere off my usual circuit so that there wouldn’t be a problem if the date was terrible but they really liked the place (not my first rodeo). I got there a little early so that I could settle into the place before they arrived, but they beat me too it. Fortunately, as it turned out. The place was heaving, and they’d managed to secure a small booth along one of the walls. They recognised me straight away and both stood to greet me, each giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Amy had clearly come straight from work – she was dressed like an accountant, with a crisp white shirt, a smart straight skirt, and mid-size heels that gave her an extra inch on me. The little sub in my brain was delighted. Adam was more relaxed in jeans and a t-shirt. I remember thinking how good he smelled when he hugged me hello.

He strode off to the bar to buy me a drink, while Amy encouraged me to sit down next to her. The initial moment of meeting someone for a date always makes me a little anxious, and in this situation those nerves were doubled, but Amy put me immediately at my ease. She chatted away about her day at work like we were old friends. Soon Adam joined us, sitting opposite and pushing an Old Fashioned across the table to me. I drank it gratefully, knowing it would calm my remaining butterflies. Adam followed Amy’s story with one of his own, and soon the conversation was flowing freely. I liked these people – they were funny and charming, sarcastic but earnest, and obviously very in love with one another. And did I mention they were hot? Very hot.

After one drink I excused myself and headed to the toilet, mainly in order to give Amy and Adam a few minutes to confer. I was pretty sure it was going well, really well actually, but knew they needed to agree amongst themselves if this was going to go anywhere. So I pretended to pee and hung back for a while, and then wandered back to the table and asked if they wanted another drink. They both beamed and said yes. Game on.

I carried three cocktails back to the table, and sat back down next to Amy. While the two of them hadn’t exactly been tense before I left, they had relaxed a little, in a manner that suggested they’d agreed on how they wanted to play this situation. I decided to move things along a little.

‘So…you’re both *really* sexy. Did you know that?’

They grinned, and Adam responded.

‘We were just saying the same about you!’

Amy nodded, and rested her hand gently on my thigh.

I blushed fiercely, delighted at where this was heading.

‘Well that’s very good to hear. Because I’m feeling pretty good about the idea of being your plaything.’

‘No kidding’ remarked Amy, the side of her hand shifting to brush against the erection growing in my jeans.

‘I think we can do something about that’ added Adam. They both looked at me and then excitedly at each other. We all took a deep breath, and fell back into other topics of conversation. We had lots to talk about, even identified a couple of mutual friends, and to any observer must have looked like three friends having a drink. Except for the fact that Amy’s hand never left my thigh, gently resting against my aching cock, while Adam’s calf lazily stroked my own. Buzzed after a few drinks, I was happy to let my new friends take the lead from here.

As the bartender took away the glasses from our third round of cocktails, Adam stood up.

‘Right, come on, we’re taking you home.’ His tone had shifted. It wasn’t unfriendly, but there was an edge to it, a firmness. There was to be no discussion and certainly no debate here. Suddenly feeling quite meek, I nodded and gathered my things. Amy pressed her body lightly against mine, and muttered in my ear.

‘You’re ours now.’

Again, an edge.

‘Yes, maam’. We’d discussed what names we wanted to be called. And a few hard limits – no strong humiliation, no scat, no cutting. Beyond that I didn’t know what would happen. I was giddy with excitement. And so turned on. It was a challenge to arrange myself so that I could walk out of the pub and follow them down the street. The friendly chat had stopped – we were all too worked up for that. So I walked just behind them, knowing they lived close by.

They led me into a small but tidy apartment, the neat version rather than the chaos version of ‘just unpacked’. Amy checked that I remembered the safeword we’d agreed in the pub, and poured me another drink. I think Adam was convincing the cats to hang out in the spare room for a while. While he was gone Amy pulled me close and kissed me hard. I moaned into her mouth as she bit gently on my bottom lip, her hands tangling in my hair.

‘So you’ve started playing with our new fucktoy without me?’ Adam was leaning against the wall, enjoying the show. Amy pulled away from me.

‘He’s a good kisser, come and see.’ Adam walked forward, towering over me, and put one hand behind my neck. He was rougher than Amy, and his beard scratched; it felt so good. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed me backwards a few steps until I was against a wall, and then pressed against me into the wall. His weight against me was massive, sending my brain further into sub mode as I gave up any pretense of control. I whimpered softly as one of his hands stayed firm on my neck, the other roving proprietarily over my body.

‘Jesus Christ, this is so hot,’ exclaimed Amy, who had settled into an arm chair to enjoy the show. She sipped on a whisky, spare hand in her shirt playing with her nipple. ‘Bring him here.’ Adam grabbed me by the hair and walked me over to her. Amy leant back and pulled her skirt up, revealing her bare pussy, glistening wet with a small tuft of hair above. ‘OK slut. First you’re going to eat my cunt.’ Adam pushed me down to my knees and shoved my face forwards. I normally like to take this stuff slowly but this wasn’t my call. Instead I buried my tongue between her thighs, tasting her sweetness, inhaling her scent, nearly overwhelmed by claustrophobia as Adam maintained the pressure on the back of my head. I went to town, swirling my tongue around her swollen clit and then into her pussy. Once I’d regained some composure I used my hand, putting two and then three fingers inside her, curling them to find her g-spot while I sucked on her sensitive spot. This had a big effect; Amy moaned loudly, grinding herself into my face even as Adam’s hand stayed firm on my head. ‘Good boy,’ she gasped. ‘Don’t you dare fucking stop.’ She moaned some more, her cries filling the room, until suddenly muffled. I couldn’t move my head to see, but knew that the two of them were making out, kissing passionately as I ate her pussy. We stayed like this for a few minutes until Amy’s hips started bucking furiously at my face. She came loudly, gripping my hair and near suffocating me as she pulled my face hard into her. I kissed and sucked and licked greedily, savouring the satisfaction of her orgasm.

As her climax subsided, Amy tugged me upwards gently. She grinned and leant forwards, kissing me gently, her fingers trailing gently down my face. ‘Good boy.’ With that, she folded back into a haze, her eyes closed, a grin spread across her face.

‘She’ll be out for a few minutes,’ said Adam, who had watched this last interaction with a curious smile. ‘Do you need a break?’ I shook my head. ‘Good, ’cause it’s my turn.’

He had been sitting next to Amy on the sofa but stood up now, gigantic in front of me as I rested on my knees. He took off his t-shirt and jeans, revealing a mouth-wateringly broad and muscular body, and then lowered his boxers. His cock sprang forwards. It was big, but fortunately not as big as his figure threatened. Maybe about 7″, and thick without being hefty. Similar to my own, in fact. Familiarity is a wonderful thing. I leant forwards, bypassing his dick for now and heading straight for his well-groomed balls. The fold between the testicles and thigh is a magic place for most and Adam was no different. I trailed my tongue along his sensitive spots and then sucked gently on his balls. He groaned and told me to keep going. Gripping his cock in one hand, jerking it slowly and without too much pressure, I sucked and licked his scrotum, flicking my tongue back towards his taint.

After a couple of minutes Adam pulled my head back. I took the cue and moved my attention to his dick, now rock-hard and pointing straight forwards. At first I got to do this my way. Cradling his balls in my hand, I licked along the shaft, swirled my tongue around the tip, and took him gently into my mouth. I could get about two-thirds of the way comfortably. My signature move is to suck the head gently while rolling my tongue over the underside, and this elicited loud grunts of pleasure. I jerked him off slowly at the same time, feeling him swell even more. But soon he lost patience with this approach. With one hand on either side of my face, he began to thrust in and out, picking up the pace quickly. He drew his cock back to my lips and then forward as far as he could go. I managed to keep up with this at first, relaxing my throat as he pushed deeper, gripping my thumb in my hand to suppress my gag reflex. The trick is to remember to keep breathing through your nose. Soon, though, he was going too fast for me to keep up with his rhythm, and too hard for me to take it with any grace. Adam fucked my face, grunting and growly, with no apparent regard for my discomfort. With each stroke he pushed deeper, filling my mouth, pushing down my throat. I did what I could do stay upright (aided by the firm grip he kept on my hair) and keep my teeth out of the way, and beyond that let him have his way.

He came hard and loud, holding my head firmly and pumping hot cum. I swallowed desperately, dizzy and confused, trying not to splutter, obviously failing, coughing. I sank to the ground, my face a mess of tears and saliva and cum, more cum still as Adam squeezed a few last drops onto me. He looked down, smiling in satisfaction, sweat beading all over his huge frame. A heap on the floor, I rested confused and happily for a moment, idly stroking my own cock and enjoying the moment. Adam passed me two glasses; a large one with iced water, a smaller tumbler with scotch. Both tasted like heaven.

‘You can rest there for a moment,’ Adam told me, gently. ‘I’m going to see where Amy’s got to.’

I realised she had left the room, but had no idea when. It’s not unusual for partners to need a bit of reassurance or care during sessions like these, so I left them to it and settled into my whisky, enjoying the gentle adrenaline buzz running through my system. From the bedroom I heard quiet voices, but more conspiratorial than concerned. Adam walked back out chuckling, followed by his wife. Amy was almost completely naked, save for a harness strapped around her crotch, a large silicone cock pointing outwards. She looked stunning, her body smooth and curvy, her breasts large and beautiful, and her face drawn into a grin as she stared down at me. I must have looked quite a sight, still ruined on the floor but gazing up at her like she was a goddess. She disappeared back through the door for a second and came back with a towel, which she used to clean my face. Then she kissed me hard, and told me to take off my clothes and follow her into the bedroom. Adam grinned at me and followed her in.

I walked into a small room with a low king-sized bed taking up most of the space. Amy was sat in Adam’s lap, the two of them kissing furiously. I made to hang back, but they beckoned me over and into their embrace. The three of us kissed and stroked and groped, a blurred confusion of hands and mouths, skin sliding on skin. After a short while Amy stood up and put one hand around my neck. She pushed me hard against the wall and kissed me one more time.

‘OK, slut. Now I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass. How do you feel about that?’

‘Yes please, I would like that.’

SMACK. She slapped me hard across the face. ‘What did you just say?’

‘Sorry, yes please *ma’am*.’

SMACK. ‘Try again.’

‘Yes please ma’am. Please fuck my pretty little ass with your huge cock ma’am.’

She grinned and pushed me towards the bed, instructing me onto all fours. Seeing an opportunity, Adam moved up to the head of the bed and spread his legs, so that as I rested on my forearms my face was level with his groin. I moved to suck his still flaccid cock but he pushed me lower, back to his balls and taint. I went to work, savoring the taste of his sweat and the thrill of feeling so used.

SMACK.

Amy spanked my ass hard. It stung, a confusion of pain and pleasure, and I whimpered into Adam’s crotch. She hit me again, and again, and once more, and then stopped. Her fingers instead trailed lightly over my ass, lighting up the nerves and making me convulse with delight. We went through this pattern a few times, spanks followed by strokes. Then, finally, Amy moved to my asshole. She began at the rim, generous with lube, caressing my most sensitive spots. After a minute she slid one and then two fingers inside me. I groaned, bucking my ass against her hand in an effort to take as much of her as I could. With her free hand she spanked me a few more times. The collision of sensations must have distracted me from my other task; Adam clipped me on the back of the head and pushed his crotch further into my face. He also shifted a little, directing me lower. I took the hint and moved to eat his ass, beginning with some exploratory flicks of my tongue and then, in response to the yelps of pleasure this elicited, burying myself in him. I sucked and licked and ate with depraved greed.

I’d taken Amy’s fingers easily, but her cock was another matter. It was only a little smaller than Adam’s fleshy version (rapidly hardening as I serviced him), and even with plenty of lubrication it hurt. She penetrated me slowly, pushing carefully through my body’s resistance. Once she was all the way in she remained still, giving me time to adjust. My head was swimming; I felt full, I felt sore, I felt amazing. Amy’s dildo had grazed my prostate as she entered me and this had turned on whole other pleasure centers, now begging for stimulation. After a few seconds like this, I wiggled my ass a little and pushed it back towards her. She read this cue and slowly began to rock back and forwards, small movements at first, but these increasing with each repetition. I grunted in delight, still tongue fucking Adam but losing my composure as Amy built her rhythm.

Now gripping my hips, Amy began to fuck me hard. Her own hips made loud slapping sounds against my ass as she thrust forward, filling me up and squashing my face ever more between Adam’s thighs. She paused occasionally with just the tip of her cock inside me, eliciting whimpers of frustration, before spanking me hard and beginning again. ‘You like being filled up with my big dick, slut?’ ‘What a good toy we have here, he’s taking his pounding so well.’ ‘Let me know if he stops eating your ass and I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.’ Fully in her role, she fucked and spanked me into oblivion. No grip on time, adrift in violent pleasure.

At some point I became aware of Amy pulling out completely, of Adam shifting out from beneath my face, of being turned roughly onto my back. The air was mercifully cool on my chest and I took some deep breaths, trying to regain my senses. Alas, no rest yet. Amy appeared next to me on the bed, the strap-on removed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She kissed me deeply and then swung one leg over to straddle my face. She gripped my hair tightly and smothered me with her drenched cunt, grinding herself aggressively against my mouth. As she did this Adam took my cock in his mouth. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but no-one had really paid my cock any attention up to this point, and I very nearly came as soon as I felt his lips slide over the tip. I really don’t know how I didn’t. Impressively Adam managed to take me deep from the off, sliding me down his throat and touching his nose against my tummy. Words don’t do justice to how sensational this felt, such exquisite relief of stimulation after so much build up, with Amy still furiously working herself towards climax on my face.

Adam lazily sucked my cock for a couple of minutes, one finger slowly stroking my asshole for good measure. Soon though he stopped, and lifted my legs up high. I had a feeling this might be where we were heading. I was already loosened up from Amy’s adventures and he slid inside me with ease. He felt really good, his big dick filling me completely, brushing divinely against my prostate as he fucked me. He went more slowly than Amy, but took me powerfully, with long and forceful strokes. He stroked my cock at the same time – quite the gentleman – and growled about his plans to cum in my ass. That last part was Amy’s tipping point. She came hard, shouting incoherently, convulsing in my face, nearly tearing out my hair. This one lasted longer than the last, wave after wave rocking through her as she continued rubbing herself against me.

Eventually Amy collapsed off me and onto the bed, the force of her orgasm subsiding. She lay in a half-doze, grinning ridiculously. Adam and I looked at each other, delighted and amused and intensely aroused by what had just happened. He had stopped thrusting while she came, resting with his cock buried inside me, but now he started again. This time his eyes were on the prize, pace increasing, hips slamming into my ass. With one hand he gripped my wrists above my head, the other curled around my neck. I was cumming almost as soon as he started screwing me like this, writhing in delight as seratonin and oxytocin and whatever else is involved coursed through my system. I yelled and shouted and moaned and cried; this was a total orgasm, the build up of the last hour(?) throwing me into paroxysms of pleasure.

Despite some feeble attempts to remove myself from underneath him Adam clearly had no intention of pausing the proceedings. He had kept up his pace throughout my climax, and as my high receded he shifted up one more gear. He fucked me like a rag doll, tossing me effortlessly around the bed in pursuit of his own crescendo. I was sore and I was tired but powerless to resist, and to be honest very happy to be used like this. In my dozy and drunken state I egged him on, telling him how good he felt, telling him how much his cock was filling me up, telling him to cum inside me. A newly revived Amy joined in, murmuring about how hot it was to watch him pound me like this.

Adam roared as he erupted inside me. I felt his delicious cock pulsing and throbbing as he pushed it deep in my ass, his hips grinding against me in pursuit of every inch of sensation. He kissed me roughly, now pressing all of his weight onto me as his legs gently spasmed. We stayed like this for a bit, our tongues lazily entwined, his cock softening. Then we broke apart and shifted so that the three of us were lying in a tangle, catching our breath and enjoying the calm after the storm. All of us spent, we kissed gently and recounted our favourite moments. I was sore and exhausted, but deliriously happy, and more than a little surprised with just how well that had gone.

We fell asleep like this, before waking for the inevitable and endless middle-of-the-night rearrangements that go into trying to make three people comfortable in one bed. We failed (you always fail), but woke the next morning in the warm afterglow of the night before. I’d love to tell you that we fucked again, but I was far too sore and hungover to make that any kind of fun. So we had some breakfast and I strolled home feeling like an absolute filthy mess.

I had lots more fun times with Adam and Amy, until they moved away and we lost touch. If there’s interest I might tell some more stories about them, otherwise I have plenty of other good content to share.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this – it’s my first time writing in this style, so feedback/PMs very welcome.

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