The time I joined a couple for a [MFM] but ended up fucking her solo in front of him

I’ve been drinking a little. It’s the weekend and I’ve been sick, so my favorite hotwife isn’t available. Seems like a great time to reminisce about some of the old college times. My last post was about my first Craigslist hookup. Not long after I posted something similar in the m4mf section, and one evening a tantalizing message popped into my inbox.

A late-20s couple, professionals, discrete, wanted to find a bi man to play with for the first 3-way. They said they were bf/gf (actually husband/wife – not totally sure why, but many married couples do this). They sent a headless underwear pic of the two of them together. Everything from the neck down looked delicious. She was petite, flat tummy. He was toned. Both seemed my type. After a little back and forth we decided to meet.

This was something I had fantasized about for a long time. But if you’ve read my previous posts, you’ll know I was in the depths of a faith crisis as a lifelong Mormon. As became a pattern with the majority of my hookups from then on, I went thinking I would just test the waters. I could back out any time. Keep my faith intact. Of course the backing out part rarely happened.

They picked a bar in the downtown area of my relatively small college town. I felt like I couldn’t go anywhere in that town without running into someone I knew, so it was relief when I walked in and saw a mostly professional crowd. It was halfway across downtown from the more popular college bars, so I guess that alone weeded out most of my cohorts.

They were already at a table when I walked in. They were easy to spot despite never having seen their faces. She was a dirty blonde, wearing a turtleneck and pants. I loved the turtleneck on her. It seemed so innocent for someone looking for something so dirty. Her face was maybe a little plain, but as a whole package I found her incredibly attractive. Narrow eyes, nondescript bone structure, but a pretty mouth and nice smile. And fit. I’m really attracted to fitness. He was ruggedly handsome, sporting scruff and baseball cap. They welcomed me and I joined them at their table.

We complemented each other, they offered to buy me a drink, and in yet another contradiction of my Mormonhood, I insisted on drinking only soda (it would be nearly another 10 years before I had my first drink). He nursed a whisky, she a gin. He seemed nervous, but she was quite at ease. I found out they were both lawyers, and in such a small town it was understandable discretion would be a priority. I’ve googled them both since and easily found them, despite only knowing their first names. I’ll call them Ben and Kristin here.

The conversation quickly turned to sex. We talked about our fantasies. They wanted to explore everything bi. Despite having had some gay encounters to this point, I wasn’t fully in touch with my bi side, and I let them know for our first encounter I couldn’t guarantee I would be game for just anything. I’m like a 1 or 2 on the Kinsey Scale. And I was totally into her. Add in all the Mormon doctrine conflicts and I wasn’t likely to be totally in the mood for it right off the bat. This is painful to think about in hindsight, but they were really understanding and agreed we could play it by ear.

After 45 minutes or so there was a long pause in the convo. “Should we head to our place?” she suggested with an arched eyebrow.I didn’t back out. I followed them in my late-80s Toyota pickup (I loved that truck) and parked outside a compact house maybe 10 minutes from downtown. I nervously followed them through their front door.

Once they had turned on a few lights, we stood in their living room. They were clearly unsure how to start. I decided to take things into my hands and walked up behind her. I placed my hands on her ass and slowly walked her to her husband. I kissed her slender neck and ear, and she and Ben began making out.

She craned her neck around to me and met my lips for the first time, her tongue hungrily probing my mouth. She was a phenomenal kisser. I felt up her petite body from behind while Ben and I sandwiched her. She alternated between the two of our mouths, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. Soon her turtleneck came off, and almost immediately her bra was gone as well. She stood topless between the two of us, her smallish, perky breasts exposed to the chill air. Her nipples were small and hard. I reached up and cupped her tits while she continued making out with the two of us.

It felt like just a few moments had passed when she sunk to her knees, undoing Ben’s belt, and tugging at my jeans. Soon our cocks were out and I watched as she took his dick in her mouth. She gave him barely a taste before craning her neck around and taking my hardening cock deep in her mouth. She dove right in. My head was swimming taking this in.

Ben had a nice cock, but I noticed he was having a difficult time staying hard. He would stroke while she was working on me, and only half hard while she was going at him.

Her mouth felt incredible on my cock. She was soft and delicate, taking me fairly deep and slow. There’s a mental aspect to the femininity of a blowjob like this that’s hard to describe to strictly straight men. It turns me on, and I was rock hard. At some point, we all removed our clothes and were fully naked together. I noticed the curtains on the living room window were extremely sheer and wondered if a person on the street would be able to tell what was happening inside.

Ben sat down in a chair, and Kristin knelt to focus on him to help him get hard. Not wanting to be left out, I laid on my back on the cold hardwood floor, slid my head between her legs and tasted her shaved pussy for the first time. She felt smooth and soft to my tongue. I found her clit and worked my tongue between her lips while she blew her husband.

After a bit of this, Ben got up… he was frustrated. I think he had had a bit too much to drink. He went to the bathroom to try to get it up, leaving Kristin and me alone. We both stood, looked at each other and began passionately making out. She devoured my mouth. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me, making my rock hard cock point straight at her pussy. I rubbed my head against her lips, but she resisted letting me slide it in her.

“We need a condom,” she whispered in my ear.

With Ben still in the bathroom, I carried her to their bedroom and laid her on the bed. She fished a rubber out of the nightstand, and soon I was wrapped up. She laid on her back with her legs up in the air, and I took the opportunity to eat her pussy properly. I felt her rise to climax and felt like I’d earned entrance. As she came down, I slowly pushed myself into one of the tightest pussies I have ever experienced.

I went super slow. A little in, pause, kiss her lips, play with her nips, back out and slide a little more in. Again and again until I was deep inside her. One thing about her that I’d never experienced before (or since)… she seemed a little dry. Hopefully this detail isn’t a turnoff, it was just something I hadn’t come across before. She was clearly turned on, I felt her orgasm on my mouth a moment before… but she felt dry to my cock.

“Are you ok?” I asked her.

“Yesssss….” she sighed into my mouth.

I paused again to let her adjust to my girth. I took the moment to play with her tits, which I was absolutely in love with. She might have weighed 100 lbs and was just a petite little bombshell. Smaller tits which fit her frame really well. Toned legs and ass that felt really good to my hands. She had an innie pussy that puffed up quite a bit when she was turned on.

“Do you need lube or anything?” I pressed.

“No… just fuck me, please.” Again whispering into me.

I obliged.

Slowly, at first. A long withdrawal of my cock until just the head remained, then a long push back into her. She moaned and looked deep into my eyes before once again devouring my mouth.

But finally I believed her that she was ok, and I began to increase my pace. She panted and huffed while my cock worked her tight pussy. Her cheeks flushed red, which I found incredibly hot, and all I could focus on were her sexy moans.

Before long I was pounding her into the bed.

Ben walked back in, still naked, still half hard. He pulled out a camcorder (I’m not, that old, ok? But yeah, it was camcorder) and started filming me fucking the life out of his wife. It was something we’d talked about, and I (perhaps stupidly) trusted them the video would remain between them. To this day I haven’t seen it online, so I guess my trust wasn’t misplaced?

“Shit the battery died,” Ben said after about 10 seconds.

“Come here, babe,” she panted. And Ben climbed onto the bed. Kristin took his half-hard cock in her mouth while I continued to fuck her tight little pussy.

I could tell he wanted to fuck her, but he just couldn’t get it up. Frustrated again, he walked away once again into the bathroom, leaving Kristin and me alone once again in the bedroom.

I pulled out and turned her over so we could fuck doggy. She was just as tight (and dry… sorry, I hate adding that detail, but it’s just a strange thing I can’t forget about) in doggy. I admired the curves of her back and her shapely ass. I bent over and cupped her tits, pulling her into me while we fucked. I slid a hand down to her pussy and fingered her clit as well.

“Just fuck me,” she breathed. “I can’t cum twice.” I moved my hand away, gripped her hips and did as I was told.

We’d been fucking awhile now, and I thought she might be wearing out. She changed positions again. Laid me on my back and climbed onto me cowgirl. She was a hell of a sight riding me like that. Tight pussy gripping my cock, tight abs and tits on full display. She rode me well, grinding hard into my cock while her hips rocked back and forth. I could see her swollen clit protruding from that little innie pussy.

Ben came back in the room and watched us, stroking his half-hard cock. After awhile, Kristin was fully worn out. Cheeks flushed and breathing hard, she climbed off my dick, peeled off the condom and took me in her mouth. I laid back and enjoyed the sight and sensation of her little mouth taking me deep into her throat. She was really fucking good at it (Ben and I were about the same size, so I supposed she had plenty of practice). After a few minutes, her spit was all over my dick and balls, and I felt myself getting close.

“God, I’m going to cum,” I managed to get out.

She didn’t miss a beat and continued bobbing up and down on my shaft. I felt my body tighten and I groaned as I shot spurt after spurt into her mouth. She swallowed it all before cleaning up my cock and finally coming up for air.

“That was fucking amazing,” she whispered, a little of my cum still on her bottom lip.

Post-nut clarity hit me, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. All of us buck naked, he seemed a little grumpy, she was glowing, my balls were empty.

“So… uh what’s next? I guess I should get going?” I dressed, kissed her, fist bumped him, and left, both of them still naked. “Call me next time you guys are in the mood, huh?” I said on my way out.

They did call me a few months later, but by that time I was dating someone monogamously and had to decline. Before that, I actually set them up with a FWB since they wanted to cross a FMF off their list. That, and the FWB, is a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uuhljj/the_time_i_joined_a_couple_for_a_mfm_but_ended_up