My First [MFM] Threesome

**The Setup**

After four and a half years of dating, I married my husband in March of this year, the week when everything in the country effectively shut down to try to stop the spread. Before we wed, I knew that he passionately and deeply desired group play. I was always nervous that I wouldn’t be able to give that to him. My own insecurities and jealousy getting in the way.

Fast forward to March – we’re married, we’re stuck in quarantine with only each other, and we’re having the best sex of our life. In the last 6 months, we’ve tried more than I had ever done in my life, and I enjoyed it all. So at this point, we decide we are absolutely ready to try a group situation. We had effectively decided that we would need to wait until Covid was over unless we could find someone we knew and trusted to be a part of our tiny quarantine pod.

My husband suggested that his longtime friend (whom due to a variety of reasons I had never met) might be interested. We’ll call him S. I knew that they had previously been part of a threesome, so it wasn’t a completely ridiculous idea, but I also knew that it was a little awkward. My husband reassured me that it very well may be awkward or weird, but that was completely normal. But if I could just get past that anxiety of what to expect, I might find great pleasure.

This past weekend, we decided that we’d invite him over for some projects we were working on and see what happened. If nothing else, it was finally a chance to meet this lifelong friend.

**The Introduction**

The first night I met S, I was apprehensive. I wasn’t sure what to expect. At this point, my husband hadn’t mentioned anything to him. It was just an innocent hang. At some point during the evening, I left the boys alone for a bit, and they got to talking about sex based on some nervous laughter at a double entendre earlier. My husband took the opportunity to mention that I was interested in trying group play, but also very nervous. I rejoin the boys knowing none of this until much later. The evening stays fun and jovial with a little bit of sexual tension, but nothing happens. S leaves for the evening, and my husband fucked my brains out while we caught up on what happened earlier.

Now I’m excited about the idea of this happening, but still incredibly nervous. Two nights later, he comes by the house again. We do some work, wrapping up around midnight. We start drinking and I learn that S is planning to stay the night. I am still too chicken shit to make anything happen. My husband gently asks if I want him to start something. I’m not ready, but wet at the idea of it. We hangout a little bit longer, and bid S goodnight. In the next room over, I don’t hold back on making sure S knew that my husband was fucking me good in the other room. At one point, my husband suggested that we send a picture to S, which we did, but got no response (Turned out, he’d fallen asleep by this point). The next morning, we eat breakfast together and S inquires about the new hickey on my neck (he had commented on the one I had earlier in the week too). I blush out of embarrassment, but confirm that it is indeed a new hickey. After breakfast, S needs to leave, but promises to come back later.

I spend the rest of the day panicking. Can I do this? What if I’m not good enough? What if he isn’t turned on? What if I’m actually really bad at sex? What if what if what ifs keep rattling around my brain the rest of the day. We have work to do, but I can’t focus. I can’t stop thinking about it, but I also can’t stop thinking about what if I’m too scared to go through with it. My husband and I take time trying to talk through everything and tentatively plan out what the evening may look like. We weren’t expecting him until 9 when we hear him pull into the driveway at 7. Thankfully, my husband was on the way out the door to get a new sex toy to try and intercepted him. Giving me more time to panic, rinse, repeat.

I decide that if I think S is into the idea, I’m game. Knowing I’m turning someone on is a huge turn on for me. So I get ready for whatever the evening may hold – freshly showered & shaved. I apply a sweet smell and light makeup and wear a cute bralette that peaks through my shirt.

As I wait for them to return, I decide to keep myself busy and high. I’m incredibly horny while high, so I thought that would be a good place to start.

**The First Time**

When S and my husband return from their errands with dinner in tow, I turn beat red. I’m fully freaking out now and am not sure what to do next. As I would find out later, my husband took the time to talk to S about what was going through my mind, what would make me more comfortable, and to not have any expectations. I also found out that S told my husband he was also nervous and was concerned he might have some unrelated performance issues. Something about him being nervous was very charming. And not feeling alone about performance was even more reassuring.

S and I are left alone while my husband showers. We talk about non-sex stuff and get dinner ready. Following dinner, we decide to play some video games. Once we have a winner, we take a little bit of a “What now?” pause. I can tell my husband is ready to jump into bed, but I’m not sure how S is feeling. I know when my husband is in the mood, but it’s hard to tell with S. So I decide to lean into the weird unknown and surrounding awkwardness. Being as weird and awkward as humanly possible, I decide I’m just going to start talking about sex with S and ask him a multitude of questions – what he’s into, what his experience has been, etc. That goes really well, but I’m not exactly ready to just jump into bed.

Finally, someone suggests that maybe truth or dare will help and could lead to some fun. I say okay, let’s do it, but I signal to my husband to go slow and easy with me. The game starts with a number of sex-based truths, continuing much of our conversation from earlier. I greatly enjoyed getting to know both my husband and S a bit better through this. Finally I’m bold enough and horny enough to start taking some dares. It starts out mundane enough, some clothing is removed, I suck my husband’s dick, etc. Then my husband dares S to start fondling me underneath the lacy bralette I was wearing. There is now a pit of excited butterflies in my stomach. He starts gently fondling my large breasts before giving special attention to the nipples. His turn is over and in the next round, my husband dares me to fondle him over or underneath is underwear. I scoot over to S and ask him if it’s okay to touch him and if he would prefer over or under the underwear. He tells me it’s my choice while opening his legs ever so slightly for me.

I place my hand over his boxers and feel his erection. I wasn’t expecting him to already be hard. I wasn’t expecting his dick to be as big as I was feeling. I quickly push my hand into the slit in his boxers and grab his hard cock. I’m pleasantly surprised that he’s completely clean shaven – that reassurance that he was perhaps hoping for this too. I fondle him a bit longer before the turn is over.

We spend the next 30 minutes or so progressing slowly but surely further along. I told my husband that I wasn’t wanting to take my pants off in the room, so he made a rule that the next piece of clothing to come off had to be in the bedroom. S dares me to take my pants off to which my husband suavely chimes in stating that it must be time to go to the bedroom then.

We grab some candles, our drinks, and head back. I can feel every hair on my skin stand at attention. My body is somewhere between wanting to puke and wanting to cum. When we get to the back, S and I start turning off the lights and lighting candles. My husband asks if I’d like to be blindfolded while one of them finishes setting things up and the other comes to play with me. I welcome this relief and sit nervously blindfolded on the edge of the bed. In the background, I hear a game of rock, paper, scissors taking place. This was absolutely the perfect energy. Fun sex is always better sex, and the lightheartedness of this moment took my jitters away and had me excited for what was to come.

The next thing I know, there’s a man licking and sucking my nipple. It feels wonderful, and as he continues, I realize this is definitely not my husband. Before I can linger on how I feel about that or if it’s good or weird, my second nipple is now also being teased with wet lips eager to please me. I know that’s my husband’s mouth. Hungry where S’s is soft. Yearning where S’s is cautious. In that moment, my entire body is electric. I pull both men’s heads into me and say to them “Oh! Yes, THIS is why people like threesomes.” I get it now. Intense and incredible ecstasy filled my body creating a memory to last a lifetime.

As the men continue, I realize that my jitters have completely left. I’m thrilled with everything happening and so glad that my husband set this up. Now I have time to let the real fun begin. Still blindfolded, the men shift me so I’m laying on my back further up the bed. Now there’s someone between my legs, gently licking my clit. I realize that this softness has to be S. It’s confirmed when I feel my husband’s cock touch my lips ready for me to tease him with my tongue. A second wild rush of ecstasy courses through me in this moment. I take his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head. The tongue between my thighs is still gentle as I take my husband’s cock hungrily, as deep as I can in that position. The experience was mind-blowing and I could feel my closed eyes cross with arousal. After a while, I ask the men to switch. When I can’t take anymore, we move so both men take a turn slowly fucking my mouth while I’m kneeling before them.

From there, I take time sucking each man’s cock and playing with the other while they lay down next to each other. I know that this is my time to shine. Show S why he wants to join us again. Slowly and methodically, I work S’s dick in my mouth and down my throat. My husband lays next to S, leaned up so he can watch me take his friend’s dick I can feel S enjoying himself and he says he could cum like this. Challenge accepted. I keep working him with my tongue until he can’t stand it any longer and releases into me. I swallow every drop, tasting his sweet, thick cum as I do. Once I’m finished, I turn my attention back to my husband and continue sucking his dick while S cleans up.

Soon after, my husband wants to fuck me, and I am *dying* to be fucked. I’ve been wet for hours, so my first full body orgasm explodes in a wave across my body as he thrusts his cock into me. S has recovered and brings his cock to my lips for me to suck. I’m kneeling between these men spit roasting me and S cums again in my mouth. This sets me over the edge and I cum again. The entire sensation is incredible and my mind goes blank with the pleasure of it all. After they’ve made me cum with S’s dick in my mouth and my husband’s long, hard thrusts in my pussy, my husband decides he too wants to cum in my mouth. We shift so S is fucking my pussy while my husband is fucking my throat. I think my husband got off from feeling my moans around his cock, because soon long, warm strands of cum overflow from my mouth as he shoots his load into my mouth and all over me.

My first break of the evening comes. I’m covered after everyone has just cum, so I clean up before heading back to the bedroom. Once there, I realize S and I are in the bedroom alone, so I take the initiative and approach him. I want to touch his body… So I do. I lick his body and kiss his neck. I start sucking his dick again. I realize at some point my husband rejoined us and is sitting in the corner stroking his cock. Him watching set me over the edge all over again. I needed to be fucked again. S gladly obliges and my husband continues to watch. Finally he joins us on the bed so I can continue sucking his cock. I feel another orgasm rising. My husband senses it and tells me to cum. He’ll tell me later that the hottest moment of the night for him was watching me cum on another man’s dick.

Seeing how much I enjoyed this, my husband takes another turn fucking me. I’m pleasantly surprised how much I enjoy the train the boys are running on me. My husband handed me a bullet vibrator earlier in the evening and he told me to turn it up high (my husband likes to tell me when to set the vibe to different speeds as a form of orgasm control). I begin cumming harder and harder while he’s thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. He cums with me as I’m screaming from my orgasm. Having sufficiently orgasmed and ready for a break, we leave the bed to chill in the living room.

It hits me not long after how absolutely wild, fun, and hot that was. I eagerly grab the boys for round two. But that’s a story for another day.

My only regret? I didn’t make the move to fuck them both in the morning…. But I don’t have to wait long, because we’re planning to have the whole upcoming weekend to experiment. Ideas are *definitely* welcome in the comments.

Let me know if you want an update ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k4z16o/my_first_mfm_threesome