Me [mid20sF] and the 3some [MMF] That Wasn’t

(Excuse the poor grammar in the title!)

This is a story that happened a few years ago but I still think about it and get turned on.

I was in my mid-20s, and, on a Friday night, I received some very big, life-changing-in-a-positive-way news. After an evening of celebration with my family, I drove myself out Saturday to watch college football. Being a west coaster with an east coast alma mater, my games are often early, and this morning was one of those. The benefit of this is that the game specials center around brunch and we all know that brunch is the best meal of the day, a perfect combination of the top breakfast and lunch options (and served with a slice of cantaloupe at the end).

But it’s not the food that makes brunch so amazing, it’s the drinks. And this particular bar offered $10 bottles of prosecco during morning games. Champagne drunk is the best drunk, and I’m a light weight. I finished the bottle by myself, on top of several celebratory shots bought by others, and ended the game in a fun, inebriated state.

Being that I drove myself to the bar, I had to sober up and decided to wander the area and maybe do some shopping. But that is when I walked past two guys sitting at a table on a restaurant patio, who proceeded to call me over. One was a very attractive British man, while the other was an okay-looking Australian, and they were both in town for work. I am a sucker for accents and stayed when they invited me to join them.

We spent the day drinking and hanging out, while I tried to figure out if Britain was interested in me, as he was being quite aloof (whereas Australian was clearly game). It wavered back and forth, till finally I received adequate confirmation when Britain grabbed me in the back of the bar and groped me as we made out. The problem? He was not in a place that he could bring someone back and I lived with my parents. Australia offered a small solution of us all going back to his hotel, which was the best option despite not being sure how Britain and I could make this work.

I quickly realized how this was going when both ended up with their hands in my panties during the uber ride to the hotel. I was not feeling Australia but I have a bad habit of not knowing how to say “No Thanks” once it gets to this point. So I just went with it because why not?

So why did the threesome not actually happened? Unbeknownst to me, the two had been doing lines all day. When we got to the hotel, they offered me to join. I had never done coke before but figured, why not? Clothes came off and I laid down to offer my body as a surface for them. Lines off my tits led to my nipples sucked simultaneously. I countered with similar on Britain. The lines moved lower on my body, before the post snort licks landed on my waiting pussy.

I took turns making out with each, not caring that I only was there for one. So why did the threesome not happen? As I learned that evening, coke, while making me feel incredibly sexy, can make men lose their ability to get and stay hard. So why is this a favorite memory of mine? Because when you have two men in bed with you, and they can’t get hard, you get the full benefit of the pleasure.

For the next three hours, my pussy was the center of attention. It was licked and kissed and sucked and fingered. Australia turned out to be quite experienced and used my pussy to demonstrate to Britain how to properly please a woman. It is rare that I can cum without helping a little, and almost unheard of that the first time I fuck a guy it happens without my fingers. I have never cum like this before: not in amount, not in quality.

I had made myself squirt occasionally over the past few years, but never like I did that evening. Normally, I might squirt after 2 or 3 orgasms, and only if I was doing the work. But that night? Not only did I not do it to myself, but I squirted across the bed, repeatedly. And they kept going not only because they still couldn’t get hard but because Britain wanted to see if he could do it himself and I was happy to be his test subject.

They did occasionally both get hard enough to fuck me for a minute or two each, but never much longer, and we tried a lot. Ask enough straight women and you’ll find that ours/theirs orgasm ratio compared to our hook ups is often in the man’s favor, but I’m happy that night to have gotten my 10+ to their 0. I went home very satisfied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n2kzev/me_mid20sf_and_the_3some_mmf_that_wasnt