[MFM] How I had my first threesome with a stranger and my (then) boyfriend. Pics inside.

**I’m not going to bother describing myself other than I was 25 at the time of this story and a few photos are on my profile as well as photos from the actual night, found here.** https://imgur.com/a/I645Qxe

Younger me didn’t believe in anything but ordinary sex lives. Anything out of the normal was borderline frightening to me and the taboo wasn’t real to me but only some made up fantasy. In my innocent mind, no one engaged in risky behavior or anything too wild and crazy. Wild to me was giving a girl a peck on the lips at a party. Crazy to me was having sex with a man in the back of a car. The absolute craziest thing I had done until that point was flash three guys at a party.

That was until my husband (29 at the time) and I (25 at the time) met, but more accurately when we got more comfortable with each other. He and I began to talk openly about our sex lives very quickly. I’d never been with a man that made me feel so confident and sexy and to that end, we progressed through our sexuality and exploration quickly with each other. Within a month or so we began dirty talk in the bedroom. In the beginning our wildest talk was location based, somewhere semi public where we probably wouldn’t get caught but had the smallest of chances of being seen. This thought is what began it all.

Over the course the next couple weeks, dirty talk evolved into, “What if someone saw you?” The first night we spoke of this during some naughty pillow talk, I realized that the idea of another man watching me get fucked by my (then) boyfriend turned me on so much. This question sat with me for days and I realized how much the idea appealed to me and I’m sure he realized too from my growing wetness. I remember how this conversation evolved quite vividly despite it occurring more than five years ago.

“What if, I were fucking you somewhere public,” he asked slowly between his heavy breathing, “and someone saw, stopped and watched you taking my cock? What if you could tell he liked what he saw?”

It was hard to think in that moment between the long thrusts and the teetering orgasm, but I muttered, “I’d look him in the eye, smile, and tell you to fuck me harder.”

His pace quickened and he slowly asked, “And what if he took his cock out and started to play with himself?”

Orgasm building, I blurted out, “I’d want to see him cum for me!” and I had the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. I was concerned that I had crossed the line, but I felt his body tense, his pace changing ever so slightly. I knew he was close. He pulled out, came on my chest and then, to my surprise, stuffed himself right back inside of me and continued to fuck me. The feeling of his warm, sticky cum on my breasts had me reeling. I’d never experienced this before and I realized I loved how naughty and sexy it made me feel.

“You just want to watch him cum?” he asked, baiting me into more conversation. It didn’t take much, I would’ve answered at that point regardless. I was drunk on cock, cum and the taboo.

“Maybe I’d let him cum on me. That might be hot,” I said, more of a question than an answer.

I could see on his face he was considering this for a moment as he slowly glided his member in and out of my very wet pussy. He whispered, “I think it would be very hot to share you.” His statement shocked me. Did he mean what I thought he meant or did he simply mean letting another man use me as a canvas as he had just a few minutes before. I think he could tell I was questioning what he meant so he spoke again, softly, whispering in my ear, “Do you think it would be fun to have an threesome with another man?”

“Yes,” was all I managed to say with my head spinning like a top.

Over the next week or so, we didn’t have much time to ourselves. Between his hectic work schedule and mine, we didn’t see one another. I secretly hoped he had forgotten about it because how could I, low on confidence, non-assertive, shy, coy, quiet and passive, ever have a threesome? With two men, nonetheless. However, in my brain, I clung to it. Could I be that girl? It sounded so fun, four hands, two mouths and two cocks all for me. My mind swam in the this, infatuated with the faceless, nameless man that would be sharing me with my boyfriend. Finally we were able to spend some time together and midway through our lovely evening together he looked at me and asked, “Were you serious?”

I knew what he was talking about, but I played ignorant, “What are you do mean?”

“You know,” he spoke softly and shyly. He was clearly as nervous as I was, “What we talked about the last time we were in the bedroom. You seemed… into it.”

“I’m into the idea, but maybe it should just be a fantasy. How could you be okay with that?” I asked him.

“Well, if you don’t connect with him a deep emotional level, I don’t see it as a whole lot different than a sex toy. I think I’ll be a little jealous, but I think I can manage. If I was feeling like I couldn’t, I would tell you.”

“So you’re saying you’re okay with me fucking another guy?”

“Well, maybe not fucking the first time. Maybe you can just give a blowjob while I fuck you.” I still couldn’t believe he was being serious. What if this damaged our relationship? He said it wouldn’t, but I couldn’t be sure. And we were only dating for about six months at this point. It worried me but it was so tantalizing.

Calling his bluff I said, “Well, if you’re game then so am I.”

“Stranger or someone we know?” he asked, matter of factly. He was clearly getting more confident in our conversation which was turning me on.

“Stranger. If we were to do this, it can never be common knowledge to anyone we know. And I want to be as safe as possible,” I stated matter of factly, believing firmly this was just a fantasy. We didn’t speak much of it for the rest of the night, until we went to bed. The pillow talk got even more raunchy, he asked me so many questions that just made me putty in his hands, gush for his cock. The next few days, we spoke briefly of it. How I’d want him to find someone, by do’s and don’ts. He showed me a handful of candidates and I selected a few that I was thought was attractive enough to go down on. I explained to him I wanted it to be, more or less, a surprise because if we planned it and I had time to back out, I probably would have. Over the passing weeks, we only spoke of it during our bedroom romps. Then, it suddenly changed.

He came home from work one Friday night and asked if I wanted to grab a drink and some dinner. I agreed, somewhat reluctantly as the day was pretty trying at work but figured it might help me unwind. I dolled myself up a bit and slipped into some of my more attractive under garments. A night with drinks almost certainly meant we were fucking when we got back to his place.

When we pulled into the hotel, I honestly didn’t think much of it. The bar and restaurant inside was a frequent stop for us. Sipping away at my third cranberry vodka, I was beginning to feel the encircling warmth of alcohol’s embrace. My boyfriend paid, took my hand and instead of turning to exit through the lobby, he led me to the elevator, pressed the up button and we exited on the third floor. He led me to a room and entered. In my mind, I think I knew what was about to happen but I brushed it off just thinking he planned a romantic night for us. After all, it was the Friday before Valentine’s Day and we both had to work on Valentine’s Day and previously agreed to just do a makeup day.

The Night

The room was fairly elegant. It had a small sofa, a nice jacuzzi tub and a king size bed. We spent time chatting and I cooed at how sweet he was to get us a room for Valentine’s day. His phone chimed and he glanced at it, smiled and went over to his jacket and pulled out a cute little babydoll lingerie for me (think naughty short dress) and asked me to go put it on. I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, remove my bra and adjust my panties so they look just right and slipped into the teddy. I was disappointed that my tummy had grown over the last year or so but I admired my DD breasts as they looked firm and full in the shear top of the babydoll. I fixed my long, blond hair and distinctly remembering it was almost long enough to cover my nipples now. As I was touching up my makeup, I heard the door open. I froze and heard another man’s voice. Instantly a mixture of fear and intense desire washed over me.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and my boyfriend stepped in after a few moments of silence where I didn’t answer him. “You said you wanted it to be a surprised,” he whispered in my ear as he came up behind me in front of the mirror. He wrapped his arms around me a kissed my neck and rand a hand up to my left breast. “Did you change your mind?” He asked, reassuringly as he kissed my neck and fondled me.

I slowly answered, breathless and nervous, “I didn’t change my mind… but I didn’t think…”

“That we’d actually do it?” he stated in such a smug way that made me want to hit him. “I want you to go out there, and greet your new friend with a kiss and a blowjob.” This was the moment that solidified our roles in the bedroom. I was submissive to him. Of course there were hints before this, always wanting to please and do whatever he wanted me to do in the bedroom.

My confidence, however, did not allow me to do this. I walked out and met eyes with this stranger. I recognized him from the photos my boyfriend showed me previously. As much as I might have wanted to embrace my inner sluthood I just couldn’t. We made small talk for a while, awkward introductions while I’m attempting to cover the shear fabric over my breasts. I sat beside my boyfriend on the end of the bed and Kyle sat opposite of us on the sofa. I felt paralyzed with fear thinking things like, “I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m not that girl. I’m not wild and I don’t have threesomes.”

Then the stranger, who I came to know as Kyle, surprised me when he said, “I think it’s amazing that you can both grow sexually together without fear of damaging your relationship.”

It hit me, “Why can’t I be that girl?” I smiled at his words, for some reason Kyle’s words comforted me. I stood, lowered my arms and walked as seductively over to him as I could, and kissed him while my boyfriend watched me. I turned, looked at him and he smiled and waved me on. I knew this was the point of no return.

I slid down onto my knees and gently kissed him as he leaned over on the sofa and began running my hands around his thigh, dangerously close to his equipment. I felt hot, my cheeks and ears were on fire. I could feel the tremors of my body giving away that I was nervous, but I was so enthralled, so ready for the experience that I continued. As I kissed him, my boyfriend came from behind me and was running his hands over my body, working his way down from my neck to shoulders to breasts. I loosened the buckle on Kyle’s pants and unbuttoned them. He shifted, allowing me slide his jeans off.

His firm cock stood excitedly underneath his boxer briefs. I could feel a lump in my throat, mouth watering. At this point, my reservations evaporated until the only thing that existed was my body and theirs. I pulled it out through the hole in his underwear and began to playfully lick it and kiss it, keeping my best “fuck me” eyes locked on Kyle’s. As I took his cock into my mouth, he slid his hands between the material of my lingerie and was skin to skin on my breasts. The touch made me shudder and for a moment I really did forget my boyfriend was there until I felt him sliding my panties down. I shuffled around a bit to help him remove them and continued to work on Kyle’s cock.

My boyfriend surprised slide underneath me and began to lick my pussy with a hunger I’d never really experienced from him before. I began to grind my hips into his face, something I never done before, but I needed to cum. My orgasm built and I felt my body begin to tremble. I put the hand that wasn’t helping my mouth suck Kyle’s cock in my boyfriends hair and pulled his face tight between my legs. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body as my boyfriend continued to lick and suck on my clit. My moans were muffled by Kyle’s cock and I felt like I almost had an out of body experience. Had I just cum with one man’s face between my legs and my mouth wrapped around a different man’s cock? It felt surreal, like I was dreaming and unless you experience this type of feeling of euphoria yourself, it is quite difficult to explain. The sensation of two men touching you, mouths and hands all over you, is very overwhelming but in such an undeniably good way.

Coming down from my orgasm, I leaned up to kiss Kyle and removed his shirt. As Kyle stood, I shuffled so that I was on my knees between both, now naked, men standing before me. Two hard cocks bobbing in front of my face aching to be touched. I took each cock in my hand and when one wasn’t in my mouth, the other was. Whichever wasn’t getting sucked like my life depended on it, was getting jerked off in the best rhythm I could muster. Both of the men were pawing and grabbing at my body, bending over to touch my ass or grope my tits. I felt so subservient, so submissive and so dirty.

After some time bobbing my head on both cocks, my boyfriend grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to face him. One hand on my throat, the other on my waist, he told me to get on the bed and on all fours. I did as instructed feeling like I was nothing more than a series of holes for the men to use. And I relished every second. My boyfriend moved behind me and I felt him slide into me as Kyle laid on the bed, crawled forward to him until we all found the perfect position. My boyfriends thrusts pushed Kyle’s cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I had a another orgasm or two while he fucked me like that and I still can’t get over the sound of my moans being muffled by another cock.

Kyle soon spoke, for the first time since the small talk had ended, and said in a raspy, throaty voice, “I’m going to cum soon.”

My boyfriend grabbed my hair and pulled me up, so my back was arched and he was still inside me, thrusting slowly in and out of my very, very wet pussy. He whispered into my ear, “Do you want him to fuck you?”

I didn’t know what to say and for a few moments all I could recognize was my own gasps for air and the feeling of him sliding in and out of my body I turned my head and looked at Kyle and I knew I wanted it. “Yes,” I said almost desperately, “I want him inside of my pussy.”

Kyle looked slightly surprised and asked if my boyfriend was sure. My boyfriend reassured him and pulled out of me, slowly and seductively with a hand firmly latched to my breasts. The switched positions and Kyle said, “I didn’t bring a condom.”

My boyfriend said, “Fuck her raw and cum on her tits.”

The surprise, I’m sure, was more than noticeable my face but I bent over and presented my ass and pussy in the air with the biggest arch in my back I could make. My boyfriend slide in front of me and I took his cock into my mouth. I felt Kyle touch both ass cheeks and spread me open a little. “This is it,” I thought, “another man is going to take me whlie my boyfriend watches.”

I made eye contact with my boyfriend as Kyle slid in, holding his cock tightly with one hand and moaning almost egregiously and Kyle slid himself all the way in. I gazed into my boyfriends eyes and the mixture of lust and desire filled him. I could tell he was enjoying the show. I knew, from that moment, that he liked watching his innocent, sweet, wife taking a stranger’s cock.

Kyle’s size was comparable to my boyfriend in length, but lacked the girth. It didn’t matter. It was so dirty that it didn’t matter. I wanted him to take me. He fucked me like this for a while and I came on his cock while I tried to give my boyfriend a halfway decent blowjob. Some time passed where all you could hear was my stiffled moans, the sound of Kyle’s body slapping against mine and the slurping of a blowjob. I was in heaven.

Kyle’s pace suddenly quickened and I felt him tense. “I’m going to cum for you,” he said, breathlessly and continued to pump my pussy. Within a dozen or so more thrusts, he pulled himself from my body and I turned as quickly as I could. He moved to help me and I was laying before him as he coated my breasts with rope after rope of his cum and a few stray shots even landed on my lips and cheek. As I lay there I looked into my boyfriends eyes and I remember clearly thinking, “this cannot be me.” I licked my lips, pulling the little bit of Kyle’s cum into my mouth and swallowed it.

My boyfriend moved from his position to between my legs and I laid on my back with my arms in the air and told him, “I want your cum baby. I want it.”

He fucked me for maybe another minute. At this point between the debauchery and lust neither of us could wait any longer. I came again, with a stranger’s cum on my face and breasts, while my boyfriend fucked me harder than he ever fucked me. He pulled out, and came on tits, too.

“Lick it,” he said firmly. I moved my hand across my body and felt two men’s loads coat my fingers and moved them to my mouth. I indulged his request, eating it from my fingers like it was the most expensive delicacy in the world.

Shortly after, Kyle dressed, thanked me awkwardly, laughed, dressed and left the hotel room. My boyfriend and I jumped into the shower followed by the jacuzzi tub to talk and debrief and let everything that had just happen full sink in.

We were still naked and fucking when the sun came up the next morning, my pussy thoroughly used and sore. This was the beginning but far, far from the end.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10zzypl/mfm_how_i_had_my_first_threesome_with_a_stranger