GF and I find our unicorn [MF] [MFF] – Part 1

My first story! Forgive me for the amount of setup, but hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed experiencing this in real life. Some obligatory background: my gf [23F] and I [23M] have been dating for about 6 months after hooking up for several months prior; we’ve been friends for a few years now. She’s about 5’6, curly brown hair and absolutely built like Mewtwo – 36Cs with incredible wide hips and a dump truck ass. Let’s call her Jo. I’m 6’0, in decent shape with a perfectly average dick (6”, tasteful thickness). I’ll be referred to as Sal in this story. Like I said, there’s a decent amount of setup here so skip to the ——— if you want the sex.

Jo and I have fantasized about threesomes and group sex in general since we started hooking up, dreaming up various scenarios of dominating or being dominated by various women and men (we’re both bi switches – lucky us!). Not to brag about Jo too much but our kinks align very well—there isn’t much that doesn’t turn us on. Though neither of us have had sex in a group setting before, the thought of introducing someone else (or several others) into the bedroom seemed like a no brainer. We’ve had many sessions of going into detailed fantasies while I fuck her brains out, describing all the positions and power dynamics we want to explore. I’m not sure if I believe in manifestation per se, but let’s say we’ve had a very fruitful couple of months after fantasizing about it for so long.

About a month ago, Jo and I were at a house party when we ran into Lauren, a good friend of mine from college who was also acquainted with Jo. Lauren, [also 23F], is about 5’2, blonde with pierced 32Bs and an ass that fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. Now you might be asking yourself, “how would OP know that her ass fits perfectly in his hand?” I call Lauren a “good friend” here, but our relationship is a bit more complex than that. Long story short (I’ll save the full saga for another time perhaps), she was hanging at my place one night about 3 years ago, just shooting the shit. She was being way flirtier than our usual back-and-forth – sitting extremely close on the couch and rubbing her leg against mine. Me, not taking the hint (a phenomenon she referred to as “boy brain”), assumed this was completely platonic, an assumption I continued to have until suddenly I found myself naked in bed with her. Skipping a lot of details, we had an on-again, off-again secret hookup thing where one always had feelings for the other but never both at the same time, if that makes sense.

Snapping back to the present, it was genuinely nice to reconnect with Lauren after barely speaking for well over a year. I left Jo and Lauren to go grab myself another drink when the gears started turning in my head. While 2019 me may have been stricken with “boy brain” and unable to take a hint, 2022 me has a hell of a lot more sexual confidence. I’ve become (dare I say it) a bit of a schemer, both to the delight and occasional annoyance of Jo. Having fucked both of these beautiful bisexual women, I began to imagine Lauren in the scenarios that Jo and I had conjured during our fantasies.

After returning with my drink, I found that Jo had left the couch and had drifted elsewhere into the throng of people. Lauren was still there, sipping a drink of her own and returning a text. I sat and started talking to her, asking about Jo and what they discussed. I made sure to also sprinkle in some (genuine) compliments, especially how much I liked her outfit, how she hasn’t changed a bit since we’d seen each other last, yada yada. After about ten minutes of this, that drink I’d gotten myself elevated me to that wonderful stage of drunkenness where you just feel great. I thought to myself, fuck it, and asked Lauren something I’d been thinking all night:

Me: “Wanna hear something crazy?”

Lauren: “Oh god, hit me.”

Me: “Jo and I are both really trying to fuck you.”

Of course, I was careful enough to say it in such a way that I could plausibly deny it as a joke if she wasn’t into it, but after only the slightest hesitation, she answered, “Oh, hell yeah, I’m down.”

Now, I will say that this move was a bit… controversial on my part. Those who are more sympathetic might use the word “miscalculated,” while others would probably say “dumb.” After all, I hadn’t even consulted with Jo about this! What kind of guy tries to solicit a threesome with another person without even consulting their girlfriend? My advice to anybody who attempts to set up a threesome is to not actually set up the threesome before asking your partner. I’m just a son-of-a-bitch who got lucky that he has the coolest GF on the planet.

Immediately realizing this while sitting on that couch, I played it cool with Lauren, saying “Ok sweet, we’ll try to get something going,” before giving her leg a quick squeeze and going back into the party to look for Jo. As Jo is quite the flirt herself, I naturally find her a minute later chatting up a cute brunette by the drink coolers. I pull her aside to discuss and our conversation goes about how I expected:

Me: “Ok baby listen to this. I was just talking to Lauren, and she said she’d be absolutely down to fuck both of us.”

Jo: “Uhhhhh…. gonna have to think about that one. Not really sure if I’d be into it, especially considering your history with her to be honest.”

Confirming my fears that I probably completely misplayed this, Jo continued, “Listen, I wish you would have at least talked to me before bringing this up with her. I’m not gonna completely shoot this down but I definitely don’t want to do anything tonight.”

Ever the understanding boyfriend, I totally got where she was coming from – if your SO came up to you and told you they were discussing sex with an ex-hookup without asking you first, how would you feel? Like I said, miscalculated move on my end.

HOWEVER —————————————————————————–

Later that night after getting home, Jo and I were both really feeling ourselves. The whole uber ride back, we were exceptionally touchy, of course unable to kiss because of our masks. But no amount of face covering could obscure the look that Jo gave me – you know what kind of look I mean. Barely through the front door, I pushed her against the wall, grabbing her throat and kissing her deeply. As Jo moaned into me, her hand immediately found my pants, fumbling with my belt and zipper. I gave her some assistance and pulled my pants down right there, two steps from the front door, and freed my already-hard cock. Jo unbuttoned her own pants, and I snaked my own hand down her lacy panties and grinned like the devil when I felt how wet she already was. I started rubbing her clit while pushing her back against the wall. She kissed me hard once again, our tongues dancing as she grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Breaking the kiss after a moment, Jo said the magic words: “Upstairs, now.”

We practically leapt up the steps to my room and ripped the rest of our clothes off each other. I climbed on top of Jo and continued rubbing her pussy while taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking it greedily. She moaned her approval, and I continued exploring her body with my mouth and hands. But this was one of those nights where we both needed it urgently – minimal foreplay and lots of hard fucking. Sensing this, I pulled back and stared down at her. “Do you want me inside you right now, Jo?” I practically growled. She flushed.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I quickly spit into my hand and lubricated myself, never breaking eye contact with Jo. Positioning myself at her entrance, I spread her legs wide and motioned for her to guide me inside. She aligned my cock with her soaked slit and I slowly moved forward, inch by inch, until she had completely engulfed me. We moaned simultaneously as I bottomed out inside her.

Placing my arms on either side of her head, I began thrusting with increasing speed – there was no point in trying to take it slow tonight. We needed to fuck each other. Jo’s moans filled the room as I picked up the pace even more, leaning down close to her ear: “Does this feel good, slut?”

Jo moaned loudly as I continued pounding her, continuing to talk dirty in her ear, “I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you all night. Don’t think I didn’t see what you were doing, flirting with all those other people. You’re such a fucking tease.” She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close, fingers digging into my upper back.

“I’ve been thinking about this since we got to the party,” she said. “The whole night I wanted to pull you into a bathroom and have you bend me over the counter.”

I leaned back up onto my knees and Jo grabbed her ankles, inviting me to fuck her extremely deeply. This position makes her gush almost instantly, so I wasted no time and slid back inside. After just a few strokes, I felt a warm rush around my cock as Jo’s eyes rolled back and she let out a primal groan. “I can’t stop baby, I can’t fucking stop!” Jo cried as wave after wave of her juices gushed out, flowing down over her asshole and coating my bed with her wetness.

I let Jo catch her breath for a minute before moving back into missionary. After a minute or two of fucking her I felt myself starting to get close. Jo could tell, so now it was her turn to be the devious one. “I know you wanna fuck Lauren, don’t you baby? You want me to watch as you put yourself inside her?” She knew exactly what she was doing to me. “I want to watch you fuck her from behind while she eats me out. I want her to make me cum while you’re absolutely fucking pounding her; don’t you want that too baby?” I was on the precipice now. “But only I’m allowed to get your cum, baby. I want you to fucking fill me up, and I’m gonna make her lick up every last drop. We’re gonna make her do whatever we say, right baby?”

The visual of Jo being so dominant and commanding with Lauren sent me to the point of no return, and Jo knew it. “Yes, Sal! Fucking cum inside me! Coat my fucking walls with your seed!” I shot rope after rope deep into her, moaning gutturally into her ear as I collapsed on top of her.

Sweating, exhausted, and still drunk, we somehow managed to get ourselves cleaned up and immediately fell asleep. The next morning, I was awoken by Jo kissing my forehead and cuddling me. Damn, I love this girl, I thought. After a enjoying the comfortable silence of a Sunday morning spent in bed with my girlfriend, then recapping the party together, I was curious: “Did you really mean what you said while we were fucking last night, or were you just trying to make me cum?”

Jo smiled that devilish smile that I love so much. “Well, I wasn’t sure at first. But after seeing how much it turned you on, and then realizing that actually really turned me on, I definitely think we should try it out with her. Why don’t you text her today and see what she’s up to next week?”

TO BE CONTINUED

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tfyrxk/gf_and_i_find_our_unicorn_mf_mff_part_1