Yuppie Couple, pt. 2 [MFM]

First time with this couple:
[first time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6iti27/the_shy_girl_mf_and_the_yuppie_couple_mfm/?ref=share&ref_source=link)

The night leading into this post:[at the brewery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nsqir/leading_up_to_round_two_with_the_yuppie_couple_mfm/?ref=share&ref_source=link)

**Quick prelude**
If you haven’t read the lead-in to this post, probably should start there for descriptions of us as well as exactly what happened at the brewery before we went back to there place. One sentence summary: I was invited by Mike and Britt to join them for another threesome, after helping to make one of their “friends” jealous.

**Back at their place**
It took a while to drive to Mike & Britt’s place in Bloomington. Friday night traffic and all that. My heart was pounding the whole way. This couple was a lot of fun to play with, and we’d connected well through conversation too. No matter what, I could expect a fulfilling night with them.

I got to their place a few minutes before them, which I’m sure made me seem as eager as I felt. They pulled in, still in the midst of laughing as they got out of the car. Definitely talking about Sean. Mike let us all in, and as we made our way to the bedroom (straight there after the shoes came off, no time wasted in the foyer or living room), Britt told me she’d gotten a text from Sean during their drive back. She showed me. It was, seriously, just this: :(

That said a lot of things. Sean couldn’t have sent a better message. First, it was clear he thought something was up between the three of us, which was what they wanted him to think, at least for now. Second, he was as disappointed as they’d hoped he’d be. And, finally, he was bold enough to actually send her that. To let her know how upset he was he couldn’t fuck her? To get a response back? Validation or denial of what was happening? I don’t know what he was thinking. She asked what she should say back.

I suggested a winky face. Mike said “nothing.” Britt settled for a simple “?”. She was curious what he’d have to say. He sent nothing back however, and awhile later her phone was far from her mind.

Britt relaxed on the bed, above the covers. Still fully clothed. Mike joined her, and I lounged at the bottom of the bed. They weren’t going to get started right away.

“So your friend is out of town?” Britt asked.

“Yeah.” And I went on to explain why. And how excited I was for her to get back.

“Would you date her?” I’m asked this a lot. The answer, I’m willing to admit now, is yes. I absolutely would. But we’ve had that talk a couple times now, and neither of us are ready to settle into a relationship yet. I could, and I know she could. But we’d rather not. We’ve both had bad experiences, and we enjoy each other for what we are at the moment.

“If she asked you to stop seeing other people, would you?” Britt was really interrogating me tonight. It was honest and casual, genuine interest. So I said, “Yes. But we agreed for now, if we’re not going to date, we shouldn’t behave like it. We’ll be safe with others, let each other know what we’re up to. But she encourages me, and I encourage her. I’d honestly love to hear about her hooking up while she’s out there.”

“Really?” Mike asked. “I mean, I get it. Obviously. But it feels like it’s different when you’re not a part of it.”

“I get that. But we’re not in a relationship. I mean, you guys are in love. That’s probably very different, in terms of how you feel about sharing each other.”

This led me to a question for them: “You find your girl yet?” They’d been wanting a threesome with a girl as well.

“No. We’re both too picky,” Britt said.

“And we haven’t really been looking. We downloaded Feeld but haven’t tried it yet.”

“Not that I’m asking, I’m just curious, would she be interested in like a foursome? The four of us?”

I’ve also been asked that a couple times. I’d love to get my FWB to join in with another couple. But despite my suggesting, she’s just not into it yet. I tell them this, and that I suspect she prefers to be the only girl in the room. For any number of reasons I believe this is the case. She hasn’t definitely told me, other than, “Not right now.”

“How many girls have you been with off Reddit?” Mike asked.

“Three. And that other couple.” I’d told them about my other couple before. A great experience until they started trying for a family. Of course I’m happy for them, but I do miss the random invitations to join them.

“Any really juicy stories?” Britt asked.

There were; a couple I’ve already described in other posts. Mike led us into the topic of gangbangs.

“I’ve been a part of a few,” I said.

“How is it finding guys for that?”

“Or girls?” Britt asked.

“Both are hard to find. Guys reply, and I try to narrow down to just a handful before sending their info and photos to the girl for her to choose. The problem is when a girl ghosts, or changes her mind, or keeps postponing, the guys get impatient. Or mad, or don’t think there’s actually a girl. Which sucks, then I have to start the search over again as they all drop out. I have a friend who’s for sure reliable. And because he’s stuck around, I get him involved in kik conversations with the girls right away, so they can get to know each other. The other guys I wait for her to ask to contact them.”

“Any girls you’re planning this with now?”

“Sort of. I had one who was interested, but she’s very busy and we’ve fallen out of touch. I’m waiting for her to reach out to me now. I don’t want to pressure her. There’s another girl I really want to do this with, and we keep getting close to making it happen. She might be the kinkiest girl I’ve met yet. But honestly, I don’t think she’s into me, and that’s keeping it from happening.”

“She’s crazy.” Britt said.

She’s not. I actually respect this girl quite a bit. I’m by no means everyone’s ideal partner. I have plenty of faults. But God bless Britt for the compliment.

“My feet are sore,” Britt said. I take the hint. The time for talk is over. I start massaging her feet while Mike takes off his shirt and jeans, and begins undressing her. It was well after midnight, and we were just going for it.

“Wanna show Matt how well you suck my cock?” Mike asked her. Britt just smiled, pulled his briefs down and let his dick fall out, right into her open mouth. He was hung well, I’d guess about 7-7.5 inches. And he was big soft, so she had a mouthful that she moaned around. I ventured my hands up her legs, which she spread open for me.

“That’s so hot,” I said. “You love his cock, don’t you?” Britt sounded the affirmative. “Are you wet?” Another muffled yes. “Let me see.”

I felt her; she was. She’d shaven smooth for us, and her skin was glistening. I worked a finger gently over her clit, tracing another down to her hole. Massaging her like that, while she struggled with Mike’s hardened dick. She gasped for breath. He slapped her lightly against the cheek with his cock.

“Hey, don’t!” She giggled, caught his next slap with her tongue. She let him slap a few more times before taking him into her mouth again. I had to taste her.

She was sweet; she had been before. It was her natural taste; sweet, like her lips had been. I tongued her; long, soft, sensual licks over every inch of her pussy. Harder, swirling passes against her clit. She was getting into it. Moaning around Mike, pressing her body against my face. Her hand rested on my head and played with my hair. I love that.

“You wanna be fucked?” Mike asked her. Britt pulled him out and said, desperately, “Yes.”

“Who do you want to fuck you?”

“You.” It made him happy to hear. I switched places with him as he pulled her down the bed a bit, then sunk deep into her with one quick motion. She cried out. I stopped her with a kiss. Her tongue licked excitedly at mine, tasting herself on me.

“I wanna watch you suck him,” Mike said. Britt obliged, and I straightened while she undid my belt and got my jeans off. She took me into her mouth with the same eagerness she’d taken Mike. Her mouth was small, like the rest of her. She couldn’t deepthroat either of us, but fuck did she try for it.

Mike fucked her faster. She was creaming on him. All the tension of the night, the excitement and circumstances leading up to this, I thought I might blow soon. Which was fine; I’d recover fast. I was debating asking her where she wanted me to cum, when Mike said, “Fuck, baby,” and pulled out of her. He shot on her stomach. She rubbed it in, never taking her mouth off me. “I’m going to…” was all I managed. She pulled me out of her mouth and kind of aimed me down at her breasts. I shot hard, covering them, while Mike breathed huskily and hard, watching.

“You’re not done, right?” he asked her. She coyly shook her head. We switched places again. Mike laid back and let her work on him again, while I spread her ass and went back down on her. She tasted different, even better. And her pussy was used, wetter. It was only a few minutes before I was hard again, and thrust into her, surprising her. She cried out, and Mike laughed. “Fuck her, man. Come on.”

I rested my hands on the small of her back and did as he said. Hard and fast. He was slapping his cock against her face again. “I’m gonna cum,” she said. “Cum for us baby,” Mike said. “Cum.”

She did; her pussy tightened around me and held me. She quivered, her body tensed and relaxed. She was, impossibly, wetter than ever. I pulled out.

Britt rolled onto her back. Well-fucked. Tired. Mike jerked himself off for a few seconds, then rose up over her. I went to her other side. She gave us each a hand, alternating hot glances at both of us. We came before long, both on breasts.

“I’m fucking covered,” she said. Mike went for a towel.

“I almost think you should at least send Sean a photo, poor guy,” I said.

“Fucking no!” Britt laughed. If he asks, we didn’t see you after.

“I don’t fucking care what he thinks,” Mike admitted.

They were going to shower together, so we said goodnight and I drove home. It was a blast, as I knew it would be.

Britt messaged me yesterday to say that Sean had responded the next day with: “So, that guy?”

She didn’t reply. She’s a bit nervous he might bring it up when they run into each other again, and that she might not be able to convincingly lie about the night to him. To which I agree with Mike. Who fucking cares?

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