One of my [M] best friends [F] convinces me to share her with her boyfriend. Part 1?

(Let’s try sharing this again–I had just made this account and it may have been too new to allow posting)

Alright everyone, I’m a pretty private person, but a recent series of encounters have finally pushed me to make an account here and start sharing some of them.

Quick TLDR: my friend [F] asks if I’m interested in a threesome with her and her boyfriend–I’m hesitant, but eventually we…work things out. This post should cover the first steps, at least–its a lot of build up for a kinda short payoff at the end (for now).

Let’s set the scene (skip to the bolded text if you want to get right down to it):I’m a pretty average guy, early 30s, light skin with brown hair and eyes, and a somewhat stocky build (~5’9″ tall). Not super buff, but I’d say I’m still a pretty good catch! I gotta be my own advocate, right? I’ve been single for awhile, but I hate being “that guy” and complaining about it too much.

Now, and much more important, my friend: we’ll call her April. A brunette with faint freckles and that kind of smile that lights up a room, she’s about my age and just a few inches shorter than me. While her incredible, curvy body has me daydreaming sometimes (more will follow here, I’m sure), it’s just as much her enthusiasm that makes her so attractive. With an extra bit of sex drive and a sense of humor on top, she’s often the first one to (playfully) tease out an innuendo from a conversation. In a group, if someone leaves an opening, a quick glance over her way could tell you that yea, she’s thinking it too.

But until a few weeks ago, she simply wasn’t in my mind like this to begin with. We’ve known each other for years, starting back in college, where we studied similar disciplines. Our careers may have taken us in different directions, but right now, we’ve found ourselves in the same city again, hanging out frequently with the mutual connections we’ve made since. Over time, our friendship became one where we could talk to each other about our own respective partners (or more recently, my lack of one), and further expectations simply weren’t there.

So what changed? Not too long ago, we celebrated April’s birthday over drinks with a few friends and April’s longtime boyfriend (we’ll call him Steve). It was fairly lowkey, and we wrapped up the evening at April and Steve’s place. Things wound down and people started heading out, until I was the last one there with the couple–later, I’d realize that my delayed Uber was a blessing in disguise. We were just chatting away, and I casually asked if April got everything she wanted for her birthday, really just expecting a response like, “It was great! I’m so glad you all came out!” Instead, I simply got, “Well, actually….”, trailing off before she finished the thought. After a couple of minutes, some tipsy conversation shifted back to the status quo, so to speak–jokes, stories, nostalgia for the good times, etc. And after a few minutes more, my ride was finally here, and I gathered up my things to head out.

I suppose April felt an opportunity closing, so she stopped me before I went out the door. To paraphrase, our conversation went a little like this:

“Do you want to stay the night with me and Steve?”

“Thanks for the offer, but crashing on the couch is probably gonna mess up my back.”

“No, I mean sleep with me and Steve. No pressure.”

April bit her lip, holding a slight smirk while I struggled to comprehend her meaning.

Oh.

If you’re reading this and eager to get to the good stuff, I’m sorry to disappoint: I froze in the moment. Unsure of what else to say, I practically stuttered out, “I’m definitely flattered, but I have to think about it,” and I took my exit to the waiting Uber.

Jumping forward through the next few days, I eventually learned a little more about the situation. Skipping through a couple of awkward conversations with April and Steve, the short of it was that they were excited by the idea of an mfm threesome, especially April. Steve, bless the man, was hardly the jealous type, and was just excited seeing April get excited. I was wary of jumping right into things: after all, we’re all aware of stories about how sex changes things right? What was my role gonna be here too? Do I want to share? Eventually, we didn’t close the door on the subject, but the answer ultimately became, “we’ll try it if [I’m] ready.” Another few days passed, but soon I got a message from April. It read, “U around later? Steve and I talked–I’ve got a new proposal.”

I have to be honest–at this point, I was really interested, but I was still pretty nervous to take that step. Nevertheless, I replied, “Sure, come through!”

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Here’s where things get started

Later that evening, April arrived at my apartment, wearing a low-cut blouse and jeans that hugged her hips. We settled in and made a bit of small talk over a beer. I wanted to know what she and Steve were thinking, so it wasn’t too long before we got to business.

April started with, “So first of all, thanks for hearing me out–I wanted to get your opinion on a new idea I had, if you’re still interested. Steve signed off on it, first of all.”

I replied, “Honestly, I don’t even know what to expect. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t think you’re attractive.”

That’s when she explained in full: since I was hesitant to go all the way immediately, she was offering to take it slow. What did that mean? In short, April had the green light to fool around, just the two of us, before any act carried over into the bedroom with Steve as well. April gets to show me what she likes before the main event, and I…well, what I’m getting out of this was obvious.

She finished with, “So, what do you think? If this works for you, I wouldn’t mind doing something special right now…” April leaned forward in her chair, showing off her cleavage–purposely, I realized, as she gave me that same little smirk when she caught me staring.

And finally, I gave in. I sighed, “Alright, fine, I’m in after all. Something special huh?” I leaned back into the couch I was sitting on, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.

Smiling, she got up and said, “Great! Just relax, alright?” April proceeded to follow through with a striptease as if I wasn’t already wound up from this whole conversation. She slowly pulled her top off, followed by a lacy bra that barely contained her breasts.

Once they spilled out, I couldn’t contain a breathless “wow” from my own mouth. More than big enough to hold in each hand, April cupped each breast, teasing the nipples slightly before crossing the room.

Now topless and spurred on by my excitement, April knelt down in front of me. She slid her hands up my knees, over my thighs up to my belt, stopping briefly to rub at my obvious hard-on through the pants. Keeping one hand on the bulge, she fumbled a bit with the buckle. Grinning, she said, “Time to help me out, I think.”

I was happy to oblige.

As fast as possible, I undid the buckle and half-stood in my seat to push down my pants, taking my briefs along with them. April was all too happy to finish the task, pulling the pants off completely and tossing them to the side.

My member stood there at attention, just begging for relief. Impatient as I was, April took her time, at least at first.

I sighed as she started stroking slowly with one hand, gently cradling my balls with the other. My excitement must have been obvious, because she was all too eager to pick up the pace before too long.

I leaned back and closed my eyes for a second, just enjoying the sensation, until I felt an entirely different one over my tip. I looked back down and saw April take in the tip with her mouth and moved on to what would frankly be the best blowjob of my life to that point. April would later say that this wasn’t even her favorite thing to do in bed, but this talent was unlike anything I had before. As she licked and sucked, she steadily took it in deeper. Not quite deepthroating, she bobbed up and down in sync with the rhythm of her hand as it pumped closer to my base.

With such skill on display, it was obvious I wasn’t going to last very long. I barely had the time to utter, “I’m coming”, but her reflexes were quick enough to react: with a pop and a small gasp of air, she let go of me while continuing to stroke. I came only a few seconds later, splashing on her chin and across her chest.

Panting, all I could do for a moment was say “wow” again, still pretty amazed by what just happened.

April leaned back a little and ran a finger across her breast to scoop up and lick a bit of the dripping cum from it. I swear, I’ll carry that particular image with me as long as I live. Still lounging, she followed up with, “I hope there’s more where that came from.”

Still practically in a daze, all I could think to say was, “Yea, me too.”

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And that’s where I’m cutting this story off for now! More has happened since then; we’ll see when/if I have the time for he follow-up.

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