I’ll describe myself up front, to give this story context: I’m a 40 year-old, 5’11”, 195 lb, muscular, bearded black guy with a short haircut and a deep voice. I get the impression a lot of people find my personality much more sensitive, intellectual and naive than my looks might suggest. Anyhow, this happened earlier this year:
I tell my fwb I’ll go out for the night and come by her place afterwards. Let’s call my fwb, B.
I arrive at the nightclub solo, at about 9:30 pm. It’s a place that has live music and caters to a diverse mature/age 35-plus crowd. It’s my favorite spot so I’m aware the place doesn’t get lit until about 10:30. Showing up early gives me a little bit of time to lounge at the bar and grab a bite to eat before I hit the dance floor.
When I sit down at the bar, almost immediately I notice a lady 10 to 15 feet away eye-balling me. She’s an older Latina with pretty hair. She’s a little chubby, but I don’t mind because her tits are plenty big. I think about going over to introduce myself, but opt against it when I notice a guy close to her. Their body language with one another suggests they’re together, probably even married. I let it go.
The party heats up and I hit the dance floor. I ask a few different women to dance and strike out each time. On the positive side, at one point the bartender I have a crush on randomly gives me a huge hug!
The hug puts me in a great mood, because I’ve been under the impression this particular bartender dislikes me. Plus, she’s extremely well-endowed so it feels great to hold her. (Yep, I obviously have a bit of a big tits fetish)
By the time 12:30 hits, the band is on a break, the crowd is beginning to thin, and I’m getting groggy. I feel a little embarrassed to myself for not being able to handle late nights as easily as I did when I was younger. I decide to leave as soon as I finish my last drink.
Then she suddenly appears.
It’s the lady I saw when I first arrived. She’s in my face, introducing herself and poking fun at my wild dancing. I think to myself, “She really was watching me.”
Immediately I’m wide awake again and waste no time shooting my shot. I do not expect anything to come of it, but the banter is fun and I’m happy to exchange the attention. She invites me to come sit with her.
She introduces me to the man I saw her with earlier that night, as her husband. I try to jokingly apologize to him for hitting on his wife, but he flicks his hand at me like he doesn’t care. Then he moves over so I can sit next to his wife – let’s call her C.
C and I talk a little, then go dance, then talk some more. At one point she makes dismissive comments towards me, suggesting my approach is not a smooth a she would prefer. It sounds to me like a rejection, so I start to ease off of her a bit. Then suddenly she is engaging with me again, as if it dawned on her that I don’t participate in the whole shit-test thing.
I’m now at the point where I’m openly bragging about what I cloud do to her sexually and she directly asks me where we would go to make it happen. I offer to get a room. She tells me she AND HER HUSBAND will follow me to a motel. And just like that it’s set up.
We get checked into the room and almost immediately it’s on. She is impressed by the thickness of my penis. Her oral game is skilled. Penetration is enthusiastic and wet. Her huge tits are flopping all over the place while I gyrate into her from mostly missionary position. I warn her that I won’t last long.
Midway through it I hear this wet flapping sound. I look over and there’s C’s husband, watching us and masturbating. I had almost forgotten he was there.
After I ejaculate inside of C and withdraw my penis from her, I move over to her side, continuing to kiss her and suck her breasts as I half-lay across the top of her upper body in a position perpendicular to her. C’s husband wastes no time putting his face in her vagina and eating my cream pie out of her. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. I thought cuck things like that only happened in porn.
From there I begin rushing to get dressed and head over to B’s place. It’s still not even 2:30, less than two hours since C had finally approached me at the bar to introduce herself.
Now, in the aftermath of it all, C and I talk briefly and exchange phone numbers, agreeing to plan to get together again sometime. As I shoot one final glance over to her on the bed while I’m gathering the last of my belongings to head out the door, I see C’s legs spread eagle up in the air, her husband pounding away at her pelvis and clearly about to deliver his own cream pie.
I think to myself, “Did I just get picked up for use as a bull in a cuckold threesome?” In the past I have slept with multiple women in non-monogamous marriages/relationships, but never with their husbands present and trying to clean up after me or get my seconds. I feel so objectified. I like it.
Back at B’s house, I do not tell her what has just transpired, but she knows I see other people. She does not seem to react to my request for a quick shower before we have sex. I have sex with B in a number of our favorite positions while I’m still thinking about C. We finally pass out between 4 and 5 am.
It was one of the best nights of my life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rqve8d/surprise_threesome_adventure_and_more_group