My First Threesome Experience with Some Townies, And It Was More Than I Bargained For [MMF]

So no shit, there I was during my junior year of college. Some buddies and I were in a shitty bar across the street from campus playing some pool. You know the type, one that seems to exist in any college town as part of some cosmic law. You know the place: décor that hadn’t been updated since the late 80’s, dull halogen lighting that only seemed to barley illuminate the place so you could find your way to the bar. The old and probably crooked pool table in the corner or off in a side room. Floor so sticky that there was a legitimate chance you weren’t walking out with the same number of shoes you walked in with. All of that to say, a total dive.

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And it was our favorite spot.

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For all of my Continental friends in the audience, drinking age in the good old U.S. of A is 21, and not all of our intrepid crew had reached that benchmark yet. So when one of the more ornery bartenders felt like the place was getting a little too crowded (more than 5 people in the bar), that’s when the ID started to actually get scrutinized. So unfortunately for me, our group of 5 or 6 of us quickly got whittled down to 2 while I was busy playing pool. And 2 quickly became 1 once the next venue had been located. In my mostly inebriated state, I hadn’t noticed the text messages.

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For the most part, pool at this bar was very low stakes. Just stack your quarters to hold your spot, loser walks, and no money is exchanged. That “no money” part didn’t stop one guy from trying to fight me and all my friends one time for “Pool Sharking” him, but that should give you an idea of some of the folks who frequented this establishment.

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Between games, I went to the bar to refill on whatever drink of the night it was (Probably Natty Light, in plastic cups of course), and a woman at the bar starts chatting me up. Amber felt older at the time, but thinking back she wasn’t more than early 30s. Short, couldn’t have been more than 5’4 with shoulder length brunette hair with heavy blond highlights. She was a little on the bigger side, and a lot of that was from her tits. For the life of me I couldn’t tell you what size they were, but they were big on her. She had a one of those fantastic sweater dresses on, which only made it down to about mid thigh. She definitely wasn’t the hottest woman in town, or possibly even in the building, but that little bit of female attention for a sex-hungry 21 year old was enough to get me going.

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So we chatted for a bit. She was a Nurse Practitioner at the local hospital in town. I told her I was a student at the university, on the glide path for the rest of the semester until my internship started. I bought her a drink (tequila shots), and I got a kiss on the cheek for my good deed. The conversation progressively got more and more heated, with her not so subtly getting handsy with my arms, chest, and thighs. After enough beers though, nature began to call. What I wasn’t expecting was for Amber to follow me in and basically shove me into the one and only stall.

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Before I even realized what happened, her tongue was down my throat and hands down my pants. Once the initial shock went away, my hands finally started roaming all over her body. Her sweater dress provided great access to her quite ample assets. Her ass was fantastic, made even better by the barely there thong she was wearing. Not wanting to waste time, she frantically began undoing my belt and pulled out my cock. I remember her making a joke about how I was just so cute she could eat me up before she bent over and took me in her mouth.

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Now, I’m not going to pretend like a sloppy BJ in a shitty dive bar bathroom was the best oral experience I’ve ever had in my life, but how enthusiastically she was servicing my rod made up for any lack of technique. My dick isn’t anything to write home about, but she was taking me all the way to the hilt each time, not caring about how much noise she was making or how much she was drooling all over me. It was fantastic. She didn’t have to work me for more than 2 minutes before I could feel myself starting to get close, I let out a soft moan and a “fuck” and she must have known what that meant. She stopped sucking my cock, pushed me on to the toilet and straddled me. I felt the lacy fabric of her thong against my cock as she pushed her chest to my face. She started grinding up and down on me, driving me wild as my hands made their way under her dress. I felt the lacy pattern of her bra, and her hard nipples poking through on the palms of my hands.

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I was pretty buzzed at this point, but I’ll always remember what she said next. She let out a loud (and probably exaggerated) moan as I grabbed her tits, and whispered in my ear “Uh, I want to fuck you so bad,” she moaned again “but we aren’t doing it here.” She got off me, and pulled me up by my cock. She kept stroking me as she pushed her tits up against me and whispered in my ear. “You’re going to take me back home and help my husband fuck me silly.”

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That was the first record scratch moment of the night. I had no idea this woman was married (no ring on), and I was getting even more sketched out about going back specifically to see her husband with her. However, as it often does with youth, the blood flowing to my dick was more than the blood flowing to my brain, and I think I managed to sputter out a “Yes.”

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We quickly put ourselves back together, and left the bar. She said she lived in a townhome development not far off campus nor too far away from the bar. We were walking down a well it, main street so my initial fears of getting jumped and a kidney stolen were starting to go away. We did, however, have a few tongue wrestling sessions around corners on our way there. We eventually got to her townhome development, probably all of a mile or two from the bar. Before we went in, we made out on the front porch for a moment while she rubbed my cock over my pants. “You’re free to go whenever you want, but you’re going to do what I tell you once we go inside.” She stopped to kiss my neck and breathed heavily on my ear. “The more you do what I say, the more I’ll give you.” She unlocked the door (while my hand was still up her dress), and brought me inside.

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Once the door was closed, she started taking off my clothes and kissing all over my body. Once I was completely naked, she stripped off her dress. Her bra/thong combo was a lacy green number. Both the thong and bra were almost entirely see-through. Her tits were definitely big, making up for in size what they lacked in perk. She grabbed my cock and brought me with her towards what I assumed was their bedroom. “Dave, I brought a friend with me!” Amber said in a sing-song voice.

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Dave, the husband, was sitting on the bed. He was just as naked as me, probably mid-30s as well, and beanpole thin. He had glasses on, a short beard, was probably about 6′ tall, and couldn’t have weighed more than 150 lbs soaking wet. His cock was longer than mine, but not by much. I had him beat in the girth department though. He came over and she started passionately making out with him, keeping one hand on my dick and pulling me closer to them. Dave stopped for a moment, held out his hand, and said “Hi, I’m Dave.”

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*”Hi, I’m completely dumbstruck any of this is happening”* I wanted to said, but I awkwardly shook his hand while I just gave him my name. They kept making out for a minute, now completely ignoring me. Eventually Amber turned her head “My ass is getting cold, come over here and warm me up.” Don’t mind if I do! I came behind her and had to awkwardly half-squat, but planted my cock between her ass cheeks. I swear to God, her cake could have completely swallowed my junk. She was rubbing her ass against me as her and Dave kept making out. Eventually she took off her bra (it was one of those front clasp ones), and moved my hands from her hips to her tits. Each one was a solid handful, heavy and delightful to play with. After a minute, she took one of my hands and moved it down to her soaked thong. She held it there for a minute, letting me explore her pussy and feel the wetness, her excitement.

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That’s when record scratch 2 of the night happened.

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She moved my hand off of her bits, and brought me over to Dave’s cock. She wrapped her small hands over mine, and used my hand to start stroking Dave. Now up to this point, I’d never had a sexual experience with another man. I knew I wasn’t entirely straight, but I always thought about myself as more heteroflexible in a fantasy setting, real life was an entirely different story. It took me a minute to process, because part of me wanted to bolt, and part of me wanted to see where things went. Besides, what’s a little brojob among (soon to be) eskimo brothers?

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After I got through my initial panic, I started stroking Dave and felt Amber take her hand off me. That’s when she turned around and stuck her tongue in my mouth again. “Good boy” she moaned to me. Now I was stroking Dave’s cock, while Amber pushed her ample ass against it, all while tongue fucking my mouth. I had another momentary panic once I felt Dave’s pre-cum on my hands, but that went away a moment later when Amber pushed me back a bit, bent over, and took my cock in her mouth.

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Dave didn’t waste any time coming over and standing next to me. Amber alternated deep throating both of us, stroking one while she sucked the other. When Amber came back to me, she took my hand and had me stroke Dave while she worked my cock. At this point I was so turned on that I didn’t care anymore. I don’t know how good my technique was, but I was able to get a few moans out of Dave as I stroked Dave using Amber’s spit as lube.

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And here was record scratch 3 of the night.

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Amber pulled me down and started kissing me again, stroking my cock all the while. “I want to watch you blow Dave. Do that for 5 minutes and I’ll let you fuck me.”

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If she had found me when I was sober and not unbelievably turned on, I might not have done it. However, I was just the right amount of drunk, and more than turned on enough to do it. So that was the first time I ever ended up with a dick in my mouth. Honestly, not at all what I had expected it to be like. It didn’t really taste like much except Amber’s spit at that point. Maybe a tinge of something that was all Dave. He must have just showered, because he didn’t smell much at all. The texture wasn’t exactly what I expected though.

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Anyway, there I was sucking another man’s cock, with the promise of fucking his wife later. Amber was encouraging me, she had moved behind me and was pushing her tits against my back, also pushing me more against Dave when she wanted to. Not going to lie, I’m sure it wasn’t that great for him. But they both seemed pretty turned on by everything. Thankfully, there was no deepthroating or gagging for me. About three minutes in though, Dave told us that he was going to cum. Amber pulled me back and began frantically jerking Dave off. She put her head right next to mine, her mouth open and tongue out.

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I never knew exactly how much a cock jerked with you came (I’d always had the above view), but the first spurt of cum hit Amber right above her left eye. She pulled my head over and made out with me, while Dave kept cumming. I got some on me, but I think he was mostly aiming for Amber. After a minute more of kissing me, she pulled me up and lead me over to the bed, cum dripping from her face (and a bit from mine) as she laid down.

“There’s a condom on the table, you can fuck my pussy and come inside, but you need to clean my face off with your mouth before you finish.”

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Clearly, Amber had a thing for making “straight” guys do not-so-straight things. But I was completely down at this point. Once I finally got the condom on, I entered her in missionary and started thrusting immediately. She had clearly been rubbing her pussy this whole time, because I was able to start going hard right away. I also didn’t wase any time, making out with Amber and licking Dave’s cum off her face. Each time, she would snowball the cum in our mouths, before swallowing it herself. Honestly, not too sure how much cum I actually got, because it kept running off her face as we fucked.

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Dave had moved to the corner where I could see and was stroking his cock as I fucked Amber. He was also giving encouragement and commentary, telling me how good I was fucking her, and telling her how hot she was. Amber kept getting louder and louder, screaming out for me to fuck her harder. I was moaning and when I told her I was going to cum soon she screamed out “Fuck my pussy, come inside me!” And boy did I ever. I’m reasonably sure that was the most I’d ever filled a condom up, and I’m pretty sure I came for a minute straight. Amber moaned with each jerk of my cock inside her, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her more.

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Once I pulled out of Amber and rolled over on the bed, she turned over to me, “Wow, I forgot how energetic you 20-somethings are!” with a laugh. We eventually got up and dressed. Well, Amber put on a bath robe, Dave a pair of gym shorts, and I had to make my naked walk of shame to the front of the townhouse to get my clothes. The awkwardness was starting to set in for my part, as my post nut clarity hit and I started thinking more about how I was just gobbling Dave’s knob not 20 minutes prior. Amber told me to give her my phone number, and she’d give me a call sometime. I did end up meeting with her (and Dave) a few more times, and we had a pretty good FWB set up for the next year and a half until I graduated.

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Just wanted to share with you all! Had a lot of fun reading all of your escapades, and figured I could add a few of my own from my man-whore days. Let me know if you want to chat or hear more. I’ve got a few other fun ones!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yp9oan/my_first_threesome_experience_with_some_townies