There’s a bigger run down on who I am in my first story. I’m 28, newly ish single in the 6 months before this, a highly stressed primary school teacher.
Jane is the bestie in this particular story. She’s 31, two kids and split with the father and her fiancé a year or two ago. Average height, Mum bod and she rocks it well even though she hates her mum tum.
She had a weekend without her kids and had told me on the Thursday that she wanted a girls weekend. I told her what she needs is a get fucking drunk and get fucked weekend to let all her stresses out which sure did agree with. I told her jokingly to organise herself a MFM as my two did the job for me ?
I got a message from her on Saturday saying she had her FWB coming over that night and she had planted a seed about a MFM. Apparently the FWB turned back and suggested a MFMF and she said yeah alright. I fired back a message along the lines of “WTF girl?! Go for it! Who are you inviting?!” My chin hit the floor next message as she responded with “I know you’re free….I was hoping you’d say yes…? I totally get it if not I’m just being hopefully. I’ll tell him nah don’t worry about coming over” I rung her straight away and was like “WTF?!” She was freaking out, we were both giggling about it, we chatted it out and long conversation short I was now meeting Jane at hers at 8pm to pre drink ??
I got to Janes and there was music playing and two shot glasses out. I walked in with a bottle of vodka and she almost instantly before even saying hey started telling me to pour one. We both had a shot. Chatted for a bit. Had another shot. Chatted again. Then got interrupted by a message from her FWB saying they were coming over and to get the alcohol ready. Well we had already done that ?
We heard a car pull up the drive not long later and two doors shut. I remember looking at Jane and saying something along the lines of “Whatever happens tonight is never to be spoken of again” in probably the most nervous voice I’ve ever had. She just nodded and had a nervous smile crossed with a freak out look on her face. The guys knocked, came in, we chatted and greeted each other, I’d never meet either before but both just have been mid 30s. Slightly older than I’d usually aim for. Shots started right away as I poured one for me then poured another in the glass and gave it to one of the guys. Ah pre Covid days of sharing shot glasses.
After multiple shots the conversation turned flirtatious. Jokes were made. Flirting was done and before long Jane and I were both in our bras, on our knees, in front of the couch switching blowjobs between each guy. I don’t know how long this went in for but eventually the guy I was sucking at this point suddenly sat forward. I was mid handjob at this stage and he just started spurting. He managed to both half cover my boobs and half cover my bra I still had on. At this stage I unclipped it, dropped it to the floor and went “Right I’m not ruining more clothes so I’m going to the bedroom to take it all off”
I got in the bedroom first and everyone quickly followed behind in various stages of un clothed. Jane was last in and went to her bedside cabinet and chucked a box of condoms on the bed. I remember her saying “Wrap up boys” ?
Over the next I don’t even know how long there was a magnitude of positions tried. The guys switched between us a couple of times but it was always one guy on one girl. I remember been on my hands and knees next to Jane. I remember hearing the mixture of four people moaning and groaning. I remember hearing slaps and spanks. At one point the guys were trying to out do each other with dicking us down and Jane and I were just holding on to the bed sheets in awe ?
Eventually the guy I was with made it clear he was getting close and he told me to get on my knees. I quickly slid off the bed in to position. You know the position! On my knees, head tilted slightly down so I didn’t get cum up my nose, eyes closed tightly. I quickly pushed my hair back behind my shoulders because I didn’t have a hair tie. Rookie mistake. He stepped over, pulled his condom off dropping it to the floor and I remember looking up and him starting to grunt as he rubbed himself off. I closed my eyes again then splat. Splat. Splat. He must have spurted more times than I could count on one hand. I have no idea how much he usually cums but he had just built up a load over the last hour or so that felt huge. I remember Jane yahooing then laughing. I must have looked a right mess. I had my eyes tightly closed and I felt his dick against my lips, clearly I had to clean him off. I’m still none the wiser with my eyes closed but after having a wipe with a towel someone threw I realised I had it dripping down my boobs and there were some drops on the floor too. I got up and raced to the bathroom to try clean up my face a bit better and realised I had some spurts in my hair too. I got back in to the bedroom with a cleaner face but it was still in my hair, I didn’t even bother trying to clean. Jane just laughed and said “Have fun washing that out babe!” Yeah. Thanks bitch ?
I got a bra covered in cum. I got cum in my hair. And I had all sorts of fun. I don’t know if it was a successful night or not ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j0ik22/telling_a_bestie_about_my_f28_previous_threesomes