So I’m a half Levantine, half South Asian bisexual guy living in Boston. Aside from one long unpleasant relationship, most of my relationships break up within six months, I just like being single. However, I do have two best friends I am really close to, Alina and Arham, who are married (to each other). I never really harboured any feelings for either of them, even years ago when they hadn’t even begun dating, but I was always aware of how attractive both of them were.
Arham is South Asian, he has delicious tanned skin which reminds me of milk chocolate and is built. He has toned biceps and thighs, and while he doesn’t have abs his abdomen is literally flat and his hips are taught. He also has soft curly hair which fall to his forehead and always give me the urge to curl them up in my fingers. Alina is half South Asian, half White. She has dark hair (dip-dyed violet), white skin, a petite figure, well- shaped boobs, beautiful greyish-green eyes and a very cute face. She also has a very sexy voice, which combined with her cute face, can be used to easily turn on pretty much any man she wants.
Some weeks back, we were playing cards against humanity at their apartment and it got boring after a while. One thing lead to another and for some reason we ended up discussing the dynamics of polyamorous relationships. They both shared the fact that they were not jealous of each other having sex with someone else as long as they retained emotional commitment and were honest / open about their liaisons. They knew I was bisexual and that I had dated both men and women in the past and Alina started asking me about the physical details of my relationships and the inquiries became progressively flirtatious. I was getting somewhat uncomfortable at this point, I’m generally a very awkward / clueless person. The kind who rarely gets a hint when someone is flirting with them.
She asked me what I looked for in women and what I looked for in men and then moved on to mentioning how she and Arham met quite a lot of those qualities. I had no idea where this was going, of course, but I sort of was very interested at this point. Arham was grinning at me in a somewhat suggestive and charming manner. Alina was now onto the ethics of having sex decoupled from emotional investment and was using her having sex with me as a “thought experiment”. Finally she suggested turning it into an actual experiment and laughed. I laughed too.
“I was kind of serious, by the way” she mentioned. “Only if you’re okay with something like this though.” I was a bit scared but also intrigued. “Are you guys fine with it?” I asked. “Definitely, it’s kind of fun actually” Arham answered. It took us a while to sort of come to terms with it. Alina came and awkwardly sat next to me on the couch. She was wearing a rather sexy evening dress. It was all black, only just covering her hips and going no lower. One shoulder was bare and so was the upper part of her breasts. The other shoulder had stripes going all the way down to her waist, showing a lot of her delicious cream-like skin.
Her legs were crossed and they began to turn me on a little. I think she was a little aroused too as she slowly but confidently began caressing my left thigh with her left hand; beginning from a slight elliptical movement with her fingers that delicately, flirtatiously encircled my knee and gradually increasing the vertical eccentricity of that ellipse up the thigh till it almost reached my cock and made me catch my breath.
She looked straight into my dark brown eyes with the irresistible grey-green orbs she had for eye irises and commented, “I’m glad you like that”. She said it in an a very sweet, almost motherly tone and it gave me an erection almost immediately. She noticed, with a cute smile that indicated she was somewhat pleased with herself; and so did Arham who for some reason was grinning cheekily like an idiot on the couch perpendicular to the one Alina and I were on.
I began caressing Alina’s gorgeous crosses thighs just as Arham switched his place to sit on our couch on the other side of Alina. Alina uncrossed her legs to welcome him and Arham and I now both had one of her legs to worship. Meanwhile she was doing the same with ours using both her hands. After some time she moved her hands dangerously upwards and began stroking our cocks over our pants. I shuddered a little and drew out an involuntary moan. She kissed my cheek for that, giving me goosebumps all over my body. My brain seemed to have crashed. All I could think about at that moment was all she was doing to me, all I was doing to her, all I wanted her to do to me, and all I wanted to do to her.
Alina drew in her breath and closed her eyes, which I soon realized was a response to Arham moving his hand underneath her skirt and inside her panties, all the way to her pussy. She looked so cute, I started kissing her. She grabbed hold of the hair on the back of my head with (to my and possibly Arham’s slight regret) the hands that were previously stroking our erect penises and began intertwining her tongue with mine. Arham continued playing with her pussy. She put one of her legs in between mine and starting rocking her waist, trying to derive as much pleasure as she could from Arham’s fingers while continuing to kiss me. Her kiss was getting increasingly wet and sloppy. She was losing control of herself. She began rocking herself at an increasing frequency and eventually stopped kissing me and just started moaning with her face towards the ceiling. After some time I felt her shudder, and she reached orgasm on Arham’s fingers.
Alina leaned back on the couch and apparently dozed off for about five minutes which Arham told me later she does often after coming. She later resumed stroking our cocks in the same manner she was doing before and began taking turns kissing us until we both had come (I came twice). All three of us took a shower together after this and then I went back to my dorms.
We have been texting each other about it on a WhatsApp group the three of us have and do plan to do this again sometime. Hopefully doing more than making each other come with our fingers.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ncrug/mfm_got_unexpectedly_intimate_with_my_two_best