In [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ku59w3/mmf_online_sexting_and_pic_sharing_turns_into_a/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), I explained that this story was written by one of the participants, Mike, but that he asked me to post it for him.
So that was what I wrote to you before and as I re-read it, some things did occur to me. Just the power of that first moment for me. And I thought a little bit about how I would write the next part. I decided that instead of making it a note to you, I would make it a story about us. A story to an unknown reader. I wonder if this will allow me to say things that I might not say directly. Not sure.
Also, the heart of this story, my part of this story, is that a man in his 40’s that has lived with heterosexual norms all his life made a concious decision, after a few prompts in life, to open his mind and allow whatever wanted to come in. I think it is important to tell the story as it happened and as the thoughts entered my mind. I have gay friends and family members, I have always supported the gay community, completely. Gay, to me, is not a slur. However, in order to be honest in this telling of my story, I have to admit that inside, I wanted to shout that I am not gay, I thought no one should ever care whether or not someone else was gay, but that everyone should know that for a fact, I was not. In many ways, I still feel that. I do believe that I am a straight man. Just one that wanted to be open to experiences that involved men or any range of genders. Is that denial? To me it is separating sex from romance??? Or is that still a wrong way to think? I want to be married to a woman, I want to spend my life with a woman. Occasionally, I would like to mess around with a guy – in my mind or in real life. So in order to address that truth, I have decided to include those thoughts and those feelings in my story. You can remove them, or this story can be removed, but I cannot write it without that truth. This story is a tool of truth and not to offend.
Also, there were those moments during the evening that I called you names. For the part I am going to write about, those names were only in my head. I think it’s important to make clear that I am not sure where that comes from in me, that occasionally I just have this urge to call my wife (and subsequently you) names during intense sexual moments. We had talked about it beforehand and you told me you liked it, which must mean other men do that too??? It’s not role playing, and I don’t think you are those things, it’s just like some kind of sexual tic. So I will include that as well and you can remove it if you like. So here is the next part of the night, a pretty incredible and intense moment for all three of us:
Yes, it is true that I kissed Selene at the door and fondled her very soft tits. And I did turn to Greg and rubbed him until he was hard, even putting my hand down his pants, but that was a moment of bravery, just trying to avoid a long awkward pause later on. It did make me feel a little powerful and in control of my own actions. With both of them responding positively, it built up some confidence in me that we could manage taking the fun from online messaging to physical reality. That stroked my ego and gave me a boost that would help me have a fulfilling evening. I think they felt the same. It basically said ok, we can be into each other.
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I was still the outsider. Selene and Greg knew each other’s bodies, what each other liked. And more importantly, what each other didn’t like. I was flying a bit blind, but that may have made it all that much more exciting, albeit a little tense. I did have one powerful thought as we walked from the door to the living room. Greg and I were both walking with dicks as hard as rocks and Selene’s pussy was dripping, because of my bold move. Even if the night went to shit, that moment was mine. It felt powerful.
Greg and Selene mixed us up a couple drinks. They both sat on the couch and I was leaning on the wall, not quite ready to sit down yet. Small talk ensued. How was the drive, some weather talk, what a nice place this was, etc. I’m not the best at small talk, but it felt really comfortable. I think we all silently wondered what the next sexual step was and when would be the right time.Â
Selene had finished her drink and started to walk over for what I thought was a refill, but then she came straight to me and said, “The first move was yours Michael, I get the next one.”, and she started to kiss me – passionately! Why had I told her that being called Michael melted me. Everyone calls me Mike, but when a woman calls me Michael, I lose it. After a few minutes, she paused and looked at Greg. I could see her smile and her eyes asking him if he was ok that she was making this move. I felt very comforted by that. If his face said no, not yet, then she could stop and we wouldn’t have an angry, jealous situation. If his face said yes, or even “I think so”, then we could continue, even if cautiously. I’m not sure if Selene was as surprised and excited as I was to see his response, but his face and eyes basically were saying don’t look at me right now, go deeper into what you have going over there – it’s hot! She turned back and we continued to make out. I felt a little scared because I was making out with “his girl”, but the passion overtook that by a lot. I eventually decided to remove her shirt. I have always had a fantasy about a girl topless with two men prior to sex, and who doesn’t love seeing a great set of tits? I think I was also testing this permission Greg had given us. I shouldn’t say ”us”. Selene doesn’t need permission from anyone to do anything. The permission he was granting was to me. As I removed her shirt, I could see her nervousness, and Greg’s excitement. I felt like he almost stood up to come join us a couple times, but waited. I tasted her tits and felt her hard nipples in my mouth. I wanted to pull her head back by her hair at that moment, pushing her breasts that much more toward me, but too bold too fast. She gently brought my face to hers and kissed me softly one more time and said, “That felt really good Michael. Really good! Is it ok if I go give Greg some attention now?” I said of course and felt the sweetness in her gesture.
Part of me was afraid that they would start going at it and not stop until they both came and that my part was over. Fortunately that was not only not true, but the things I would experience through the night were way beyond what I could have imagined.
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Selene went to Greg and straddled him and they kissed so hard. I think they both realized that what just happened with me turned them both on and they wanted to enjoy the excitement they got from this real physical thing that was born from fantasies they had discussed many times. They were so intense with their passion. All over each other. Then Selene started to slide down and Greg laid his head back. The universal signal that she is about to suck dick. YES! Hot. Fucking hot. I had told Selene once that I really loved the part in porn where the dick is first revealed. I don’t know why, but I’ve just really enjoyed it, even if I can only recently admit it. I know she loved seeing it as well, but she gave me a gift, and it felt really good that she remembered.
As she undid his pants and began to pull his cock out, she was looking right into my eyes. She was looking at me looking at his reveal. She took her time too, building that anticipation, pulling his hard cock out so slowly. Greg had shared pictures and videos with me online before, but I quickly realized that seeing a hard cock in pictures does not do a hard cock in front of you justice. It’s hard to describe, but it’s a lot more intense in person. A hard cock has a purpose. It seeks to bury itself somewhere, almost anywhere. And seeing it in person, it can make you nervous about the intentions. It’s almost like someone pulling a loaded gun out, and you have no idea who the target may be. It’s kind of scary. But being among friends, also very fucking hot. I’ve never experienced that kind of sexual fear before. It really gave me an insight into things that others might feel in tougher situations. That’s not for this story though.
Selene had no fear at this moment. She knew she was 100% in control – of both of us. She took that dick in her mouth and worked the fuck out of it. An artist. It was a little intimidating because I wondered what would happen if she did that to me. Could I last more than 5 seconds with her technique? Cummong too soon is a real fear, especially when I have not been with anyone new in many years and this was an especially intense situation. Greg was handling it like a champ. He occasionally looked at me to make sure I was watching. I was. No way my eyes were moving off this event, that’s for sure. All night I felt like Selene, and even Greg, were giving me these moments, these gifts. And then things suddenly went in a whole new direction. Over the next few moments, I allowed myself to be controlled and challenged and sensitively taken care of by a woman with the most overpowering sexuality I’d ever experienced. It was to my benefit and she knew that.
Selene had looked over at me, and I could see her thinking for a moment about what she wanted to do or say. Finally, she said, “Michael, can you come over here for a minute? I want your help with something.”
To be continued in Part 3…
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Pleeeeease post the rest ???