[MFM] Friends wife….

In high school, getting laid was always my priority. This changed little as I attended college and entered adulthood. By the time I was a young adult I had a well defined sexuality and experience, so I thought. My best friend was more of a one girl type, but we had all grown close. Through college we had talked about swapping girlfriends, but one person didn’t want to make the swap.

We participated in some same room. Basically me railing whoever I was with and them watching while slow humping. Watching them finish was always fun though. She was always fine with me, and I always wanted her. The issues were always from the partners. Either he didn’t want the one I was with, or they wouldn’t fuck him. This always surprised me, his dick was bigger than mine, and he wasn’t bad looking. He and I are both ass men, and all of my past partners had a great ass, and usually a great set of tits as well. Why we hadn’t swapped was a mystery.

Their family had a cabin on the lake. The guesthouse is where they typically stayed. The guesthouse consisted of a reasonable bathroom, and single room with a king-sized bed. The floor had enough space for a twin air mattress where guests could stay. As comfortable as the main cabin was, we always stayed in their little one. It meant never having to reshuffle when others showed up, and having some privacy. We stayed up drinking for a bit, until the mosquitoes pushed us inside.

As we stayed up drinking, we all confessed our sins, weaknesses, and desires (as always). I always had a thing for her. She had slightly larger than normal breasts, and hips that connected to an amazing ass. Think volley ball player. In a sexual way, she was perfect. I had thought about it many times, and I had always felt like she was giving hints, but never tried to act on it. As our discussion continued, I started to feel where things were going.

It was his turn to ask me a question, sexual fantasy I hadn’t experienced. All I could think about was her. “I want to be the third in an MFM” was all I could tone it down to. He told me it was hot, and that he would be lying if he hadn’t thought about it. It was my turn to ask her, I didn’t know what to ask…

As I sat there, I could see that he was very hard. Basketball shorts are poor at hiding things. The change in discussion was good for him, and my mind was racing. Progress this forward. Maybe, just maybe, this is on the table. As I realized this, I felt myself throbbing. Real issue was that I was also in basketball shorts…They would also know I was throbbing. “Any fantasies we would find interesting.”

Fuck, stupid question. Mood killer. I felt like an idiot. “His dick is great. Big, thick, awesome. But sometimes a second dick sounds fun. Not small, but I don’t always need to work him in. It hurts anywhere I put it until I’m used to it. A little smaller than him and him at the same time sound amazing.”

My mind raced. I am above average, but smaller than him. Did she know? Of course, she could see it plain as day through my shorts. I started plotting my next question, as she asked him if he had a fantasy that we may not know. My thought process was interrupted when I realized he said he wanted to see her with another, but always had trouble finding the right fit. He was in basketball shorts and a tee shirt, so was I. She was in a tank top, no bra, and a spare pair of basketball shorts.

My mind raced, my cock throbbed. How do I seal this deal. We had been in similar places before where I thought we all wanted it, but it always fizzled. I looked at him, “promise not to be mad?” …Sure? I leaned into her, placed my hand behind her neck, and passionately kissed her. When I puylled away I looked at him. His mouth agape, and a dribble spot on his shorts. I told her tonight could be her night.

She took a moment, then leaned into him. They whispered between each other. It was positive. I remember the pauses as they looked over at me. Finally she grabbed a tie from his bag and bound his hands, then tied them to the bed post. “I will let you free once you have learned to appreciate what you have. She turned to me wrapping her arms around me. She kissed me passionately, and we were quickly laying back.

Shorts and shirts came off quickly. The next memorable moment was as I went down on her for the first time ever. She was so wet, and delicious. She played with my cock and worked it into her mouth. I remember being excited when I had tonged her ass and she hadn’t flinched. He let out a moan. She reached over and untied him. He was quickly naked.

I was fucking her doggy style. She was blowing him, moaning like she was loving every second of it. I had my thumb in her ass, and she was thrusting back on me. “Try to take her ass.” I looked at him. “Take her ass, I’m too big.” She reached back with a hand on her ass cheek and spread it. “I have to work into her pussy, DP is a fantasy.”

I Immediately pulled out, and slowly insert myself. I started thrusting. She was so tight, it felt amazing. The feeling of my pelvis being thrust upon by her lives in me to this day. “I want you both.” She pulled me out, and straddled him. She took me again in her ass. I Have never thrust as hard as I did in the next few minutes. I came harder than ever around the time they did.

We are still friends, and have played since. This was the night I found my real kink, being the third for a couple.

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