How I ended up in a [MMF] threesome on my business trip

For this story to make sense, there are two things you need to know about me. The first is that I travel a lot for work. My job involves visiting clients, going to industry conferences and events, speaking engagements–you name it. I find myself in hotels in new cities all the time. This story takes placeon one such trip–a conference in Miami. This was in 2018, pre-COVID.

The second thing you need to know about me is that I’m mostly straight, but am a little bicurious. Given the option, I would always prefer to have sex with a woman. And I only have romantic feelings toward women. But I”ve found that when I’m horny on the road, it’s often easier to find a guy willing to give me a no-strings-attached blowjob than to find a woman to hook up with. And when that happens, I enjoy it too. (Sidenote: If you’re about to come into the comments saying, “If you let a guy suck your dick, you’re gay,” you can go ahead and fuck off. It’s 2020, stop trying to tell people what their sexuality is.)

This particular story takes place on a trip to Miami. I had been there for a few days at an industry conference, working the room, networking, trying to find potential clients for my company. The final day of the conference, a Friday, was my presentation, and I was VERY wound up going into it. I think I did alright, but when it was over, I really needed to blow off some steam. My flight wasn’t until the next morning, so I ordered some room service and poured myself some overpriced mini-bar whiskey. Maybe it was just the huge amount of tension I had just let out by giving my presentation, but I found myself waiting for my food feeling really horny. I flipped through some women on Tinder, but wasn’t finding much luck.

So, out of curiosity, I downloaded Grindr and put up a profile explaining I was a bi guy looking for a no strings attached blowjob. I’m about 30 years old, 5’9”, and work out regularly so am in decent shape. I posted a picture as well. If you’re curious what I look like, [here are some (X-rated) pics](https://www.reddit.com/user/36hoursinberlin/comments/jc1xju/some_photos_of_me/).

Within minutes, I had a handful of messages in my inbox from guys who were interested. But one of them stood out more than the others. It was from a guy a few years older, in his early 40’s. It said, “Nice pic. My wife and I are looking for someone to fool around with tonight. Would you be interested in that?” With his message he attached a photo of a woman’s body. She was curvy with tan skin and black hair, latina looking, and she had absolutely amazing C-cup tits, which she was pressing together in the photo.

I would say I couldn’t believe my luck, but honestly, I just assumed it was some kind of catfish at first. I replied that sure, I would be interested and that his wife was gorgeous, but that I would need more information. We chatted back and forth and he sent me a photo of himself–he was around my height but with a bit more of a dad bod–and suggested we meet up in a public place, a bar with outdoor seating, to see if we clicked. I was getting nervous, but I said yes. 45 minutes later, I was showered and at the bar, nervously drinking an old fashioned. Then they walked in.

Caldo was friendly and disarming. He looked a bit older than his picture, but still handsome and in decent shape. Didi, his wife, was absolutely stunning. She walked in wearing a white sundress, red heels and matching lipstick. Her dress showed plenty of clevage and her legs were smooth and exposed up to her upper thigh. I waved them over and they sat down, one on either side of me, and said hello.

My heart was pounding in my chest. Was this really happening? But as we exchanged some smalltalk, my heartrate slowed a bit and I was able to learn a bit about them. They had been “in the lifestyle,” meaning that they swing, since they were a young married couple at 20. Caldo is bi but, like me, mostly prefers women. Didi is turned on by seeing him fool around with guys. We all finished a drink, then another, and then Didi turned to me and said, “So, should we go back to your hotel?” I said yes, and so off we went.

When we got back to the room, my heart was pounding again. I closed the door, and Caldo connected his phone to the speaker in the room and put on some music. Then he took off his shirt and pants and sat on the bed. Didi smiled at me, noting my nervousness, and then — with an evil grin — pulled her sundress off in one smooth motion. She looked amazing in a lacy black bra and matching underwear, and I could feel myself getting hard as I looked at her. After a second of awkward silence, I pulled off my shirt, clumsily undid my pants, and pulled them off, tripping as one of the pant legs caught on my foot. Caldo reached out and cupped my ass to pull me closer to them, and said, “Are you okay? You still want to do this, right?”

I gulped, then nodded. And with that, I felt Caldo slide his hands into the waistband of my boxers and pull them down, causing my hard cock to spring out right in front of Didi, who was sitting on the bed. She looked up at me with her big Latina eyes and, in one smooth motion, slowly slid my cock between her bright red lips, through her mouth and all the way into the back of her throat. I let out a moan that was almost more of a whimper, and suddenly all the tension of the build-up rushed out of me and my whimper turned into a full-on groan. Didi slid my cock in and out of her mouth a few times, swirling her tongue around the head each time, and I felt myself building toward an orgasm already. I moaned again but somehow managed to hold myself back.

I turned toward Caldo, who had pulled off his own boxers. His cock was bigger than mine, about 7 inches to my 5” or 6”, and thick with a slight curve to it. He was rubbing it as he watched his wife deep throat my cock. He saw me looking and, without a word, pulled my face toward his and kissed me. With his other hand, he pulled my hand onto his hard cock. Despite having gotten blowjobs from guys before, I had never actually kissed or made out with one, but Caldo was a good kisser and honestly, having his wife’s mouth on my cock made the situation pretty fucking great. Caldo bit my lip and swirled his tongue against mine as I slid my hand up and down on his hard cock, feeling a small bit of precum as he began to get excited. Then, Caldo broke off our kiss and moved down my body, kissing my nipples, then my chest, then right above my groin where Didi was going to town. Finally, he pulled her back and took his turn, sliding my cock into his mouth. He and Didi alternated sucking my dick for a minute, and I told them I was getting close, so they pulled back and Didi flopped back on the bed. Her lacy underwear had come off at some point during all of this, and she spread her legs to reveal her perfect, nicely shaved pussy. I got the message and dove right in, licking up and down her labia and working my tongue over her clit as she began to whimper in pleasure. Caldo positioned himself futher up on the bed and slid his cock into her mouth while I went down on her.

She began moaning, muffled by his cock in her mouth, and a moment later I felt her tense up, then spasm, then squirm as she moaned in pleasure with an intense orgasm. This put Caldo over the top and he erupted in her mouth, his hot cum dribbling out of the side of her mouth as she lay back on the bed in post-orgasmic bliss.

At this point, I still hadn’t cum, but we all needed a breather, so Caldo went to clean up and I laid down on the bed next to Didi. She smiled at me, licked Caldo’s cum off her lips, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I could still taste him on her tongue as we made out, and my hand slid up to cup her tits and fondle her nipplse. She began breathing heavier, and right around the time Caldo came back from the bathroom, she said, “I want you to fuck him, then me.”

At this point in my life, I had never actually fucked a guy before — just blowjobs — but I was so turned on and basically ready to burst that I couldn’t say no. Caldo handed me a condom and I rolled it on as he pulled some lube out of Didi’s bag and began to lather liberal amounts onto his asshole with his fingers. Then, he turned over on the bed and spread his ass cheeks, looking up over his shoulder at me. I put some of the lube on my cock and positioned myself behind him. Slowly, I pushed myself inside him, and he let out a noise that was half pain, half pleasure, as my cock filled his asshole. I began sliding back and forth, gently at first and then not gently at all. The room was filled with the sound of my skin slapping hard against his as I fucked him hard, and he was moaning increasingly loudly.

Now, at this point, I really wanted to cum, but I think the craziness of the situation, my initial nervousness, and my efforts to push past the immediate desire I’d had to cum when we first started had put me basically past the point where it was going to happen easily. So, somehow, even as I pounded Caldo’s tight ass hard while his wife stared at us and rubbed her nipples and fingered herself, I didn’t actually finish. But after a minute or two Caldo, who had been jerking himself as I fucked him, came again all over the bedspread and then collapsed in a satisfied heap. I was still rock hard.

As soon as I pulled out of Caldo, Didi basically ripped the condom off of me and rolled on another one. She was soaking wet from touching herself and clearly found the image of me fucking her husband to be super hot. She pulled me onto her, her legs spread, and my cock slid right into her wet pussy. Her tits were pressing up against my chest, and she pulled me in for a deep kiss. Still full of pent-up energy and desperately needing to cum, I started pumping hard, fucking her pussy just as aggressively as I had just pounded her husband’s ass. I swear, in those moments, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe–I couldn’t do anything other than lose myself in fucking her pussy as deeply and fully as possible as she moaned in pleasure. We never broke our kiss during this, and I felt her fingernails dig into my back as I fucked her deeper and deeper. Then I felt her pussy tighten and spasm. Her back arched, and her hard nipples jutted up into the air and into my chest. With one more thrust, I exploded inside her, cumming for what seemed like an eternity.

We collapsed on the bed, sweaty, and laughed.

Shortly after that, Caldo and Didi left with promises that we’d look each other up if I was ever in Miami again or they in my hometown. By the time I got on my flight and back home the next day, the whole encounter hardly even seemed real, and to this day I remember it as a surreal, beautiful, but truly bizarre and random night. I’ve yet to see the two of them again, but I hope they remember this experience as fondly as I do. It was definitely one of the hottest nights of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jc2mf7/how_i_ended_up_in_a_mmf_threesome_on_my_business