This is a continuation of [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yqyvyd/mmf_just_be_careful_theyre_swingers_part_ii/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yqyvyd/mmf_just_be_careful_theyre_swingers_part_ii/) . Two more of these left.
My first threesome with Bob and Linda was immensely thrilling. I went home exhausted and happy. That night I dreamt about what just transpired, but with added twists of me becoming the boyfriend that Bob and Linda wanted, and of the potential male-male component of this relationship that also excited me. Yes, I am a bisexual male, and while I prefer women, I do enjoy sexual encounters with other men who are willing and interested; if this is not your thing, then please don’t read this story.
Given this, I couldn’t wait for this to happen again, and it was New Year’s Eve. I had plans with a bunch of guys that I played hockey with. While I preferred to spend the evening with Linda and Bob, they hadn’t reached out, and at the same time I still had that afterglow, so if NYE was hanging with my friends, that was okay too.
Work let us out early on that day, and I headed back to my condo to relax. Our plans were to meet up at 8pm in Boston. After I crashed into a nap, the phone next to my bed rang, jarring me from my slumber.
“Hey you!” Linda started, way higher than her normal level of enthusiasm.
“Oh, hey,” I said in a sleepy voice.
“Oh, did I wake you up?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Trying to relax a bit before probably staying out until dawn. New Year’s, you know?”
“Ah, got a hot date?”
“If by ‘hot date’ you mean hanging out with the guys I play hockey with, then ‘yes’,” I laughed.
“Well, that’s a shame. Bob and I were kind of hoping that you would be up to joining us for New Year’s Eve tonight, say 9pm or so? But it seems like you have plans, so…”
“Actually, I love this idea. I’ll just call a couple of the guys and tell them that I have a date, and that I can’t make it.”
“With a married woman and her husband? They will certainly believe that,” she joked.
“Ha, well, I’ll think of something. See you at 9?”
“We’re looking forward to it, and see you then. Bye!”
I hit their front door, bottle of wine and bottle of champagne in hand, promptly at 9pm. Linda answered when I rang the bell. She was wearing a shiny, dark gray dress, over the shoulder, and midway down her calves, black pumps, and a dark pearl necklace. Her hair was slicked back again, and as always, her makeup was perfect. I drew in her fruity/spicy scent as we kissed, but this time was like the passion of the kiss between new lovers. We lingered in the foyer for a few moments, my hands cupped on her bubble butt as I pulled her towards me / my hardness. She lightly moaned into my mouth, pulling back slightly, then whispering in my ear, “mmm, happy to see you, but maybe you can relax a bit for the time being, so that we all can make a night of it?”
A night of it? Yeah, I was certainly interested in making a night of it. It was strange, because on that night, I was over the moon, and feeling very confident about how I wanted to move forward. But I was also curious about what kind of “mentoring” Bob was going to give me.
Linda led me by the hand to their living room, just like last time, and I walked over to Bob, shaking his hand after he got out of his chair. He told me to sit, and asked Linda to bring us some scotch. She appeared with the scotch then disappeared to… somewhere.
Bob got right into it. “So, tell me. What did you think of your first time with us?”
“I can’t lie, Bob. It was hot. So very hot. Linda is amazi…”
“Isn’t she?! Yes, she can’t stop talking about you, so that means that she can’t stop thinking about you.”
“That’s… so… nice to hear,” I fumbled for my words. Threesomes and swapping in my past were child’s play, as executed by young people (but of legal age > 21) who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. This? This involved two adults who knew exactly what they were doing, and who knew exactly what they wanted. Even though I was feeling confident after my first time with them, I was trying to not psyche myself out.
Bob waved his hand in the air dismissively. “If she likes you, and you make her hot, then that makes me hot. Know what I mean?”
I nodded.
“But there’s something else,” Bob continued. “What makes a relationship like this very special is that you take the lead, and that I follow. We all had a great time last time, but while you’re a great guy and a gentleman, to take this to the next level you need to *seduce* Linda without my ‘mentoring’. Is this something that you think that you can do? Maybe tonight?”
I nodded again. “Yeah. I was thinking about it earlier, and…”
“Just go with the flow, read the room, and I have faith in you,” Bob interrupted.
“Okay, got it,” I replied. Then the room fell into silence. The crackle of the fire was the only sound in the room until Linda reappeared with a tray of snacks, like tiny quiche and everything, including 3 glasses of wine.
We all shot the shit, ate, and drank wine for a bit until I initiated with Linda. As we kissed, my middle finger raced up between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. God, it slipped right in. I finger fucked her with my middle finger as my thumb played with her clit. I was trying to get my pinky into her asshole, but it just kind of fiddled around her starfish. Linda came hard the first time, as I whispered in her ear about how we should take it to *their* bedroom, and she squirted all over my hand. When she finished cumming, I led her up to the bedroom.
But it was different this time. Bob sat in his chair in the living room while I undressed Linda in their bedroom. She instructed me how to set her dress and undergarments on this chair to the side of the bed. Then I got in between Linda’s legs, and went down on her. She was wearing nothing but thigh high stockings and heels. I got my middle finger into her tight asshole with her pussy juices as I tongued her post orgasm. She didn’t last long, maybe 5 minutes (?), before she came in my mouth, her tight asshole clenching on my middle finger.
“Bob!” Linda yelled out. “Come in here!”
Bob raced up the steps to their bedroom in their mid-century home. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but I went with it. Because, why not? When would another perfect scenario play out like this in my lifetime? Probably never.
“Undress him!” she commanded. “And hang up my dress!”
I stood up and Bob stripped me, then followed by hanging my suit and Linda’s dress in their closet. Unlike last time, he just stood and stared at my body. I was young then, and it was tight.
As I stood there, my semi-flaccid cock just dripped my pre cum on their bedroom floor.
“He looks amazing doesn’t he?” Linda hissed. Wait, she wasn’t like this before. She was super passive.
“Yes, his body is so tight and beautiful,” Bob responded. He started running his hands up and down my body, tweaking my nipples a few times (I still quite enjoy that play to this day, even though my nipples are completely worthless). His finger ran up and down my ass crack, one of his fingers freezing right around my starfish, and he applied some pressure. I almost came right about there. But this was new, and I figured that it would never, ever happen again, no matter what they said about Linda having a boyfriend, so I started diverting my thoughts to… Sportscenter on ESPN. He’s cool like the other side of the pillow! Boo-yah! Nobody circles the wagons like the… Buffalo Bills! And so on. I kept my man juice in for the time being.
Bob didn’t even ask to suck my dick, and that was fine. You want to suck my dick? Yeah, that’s cool. He even used my pre spunk to lube his middle finger before he snaked it into my asshole. Bob’s finger being up my chute was an intensifying factor, and my asshole gripped around it as I came.
But then I came, like I really, really came. It sprayed everywhere. I think that it also sprayed down into the kitchen where Linda would incorporate it into a hollandaise sauce the next morning. Man, there was so much cum. And to think that I came a ton the night before.
Bob grabbed a towel as I sat on the edge of their marital bed. He wiped all the cum off of me, and off their bed, before discarding the towel into a hamper. Linda motioned that I should lay down next to her. She implored Bob to clean my cock… with his mouth.
And then it was on again. Bob sucked me off again, making me hard. His tongue favored my balls and my asshole, spreading my legs apart. Linda got on top of me, and we started fucking. Not a word was said, but the slaps of our bodies and the sound of Bob’s tongue slurping on my balls and on Linda’s sexy butthole filled the room. Linda and I would kiss, and I’d pinch her nipples. She came again on top of my cock as her primal screams echoed throughout the house.
I didn’t last that much longer, and I unleashed a furious cum inside of her, as she plopped back down on my chest, our chests heaving together, as we kissed gently. Bob came with a towel again, wiping down our parts, but still, as Linda crossed her high-heeled leg over my body, more cum pouring out of her, the deed had already been done. Linda and I nodded off, forgetting about Bob, cuddled up, as we could hear Dick Clark in the background, sharing his (faux) enthusiasm about New Year’s Eve.
I woke up to Bob sucking my dick. Linda asked if he was ready. “Ready for what?” I thought. Linda said that she would like me to fuck Bob (holy shit!) and that I could wear a condom if I wanted. I nodded. She rolled one on to me, and Bob got in position. I fucked him doggy style, and he was almost literally squealing. He was super tight, and I didn’t last long before blasting into the condom.
Bob disappeared as Linda and I kissed gently whilst laying mostly naked in their marital bed. He reappeared with three glasses of champagne. We toasted and wished one another a Happy New Year! After our toast, Bob left the room as Linda went into their master bathroom. She emerged wearing nothing but my shirt. Did I ever mention how hot this makes me? Yeah, it’s probably a power thing, but still.
Linda and I slept in their marital bed that night, and my finger was in her snatch at some point during the middle of the night. I fucked her missionary, finishing inside of her, before eating her out and snowballing her, before doing it again first thing in the morning, well except it was doggy then, and with my thumb buried in her asshole.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ywas9z/mmf_just_be_careful_theyre_swingers_part_iii