The night I became a unicorn [FFM]

I’d been talking to this couple for a month now, and we’d met once before, but tonight was the night that we were finally going to do the deed — the long awaited threesome.

I’d had a glass of rose before I left my apartment, so the gin and tonic I ordered at the bar was already my second drink of the night, meaning I was feeling friendly and chatty.

“I love your eyes,” the husband gushed in his French accent. It was a sentiment he’d expressed a few times during our first meeting, but I don’t tire of compliments :)

During our time at the restaurant, the three of us talked and laughed and shared desserts. The husband kept rubbing his leg against mine, and a few times, his hand would caress my thigh and he would smirk at me. Our waiter and other restaurant patrons were definitely looking. I blushed but I was enjoying it, so I hope they enjoyed the show.

I had three G&Ts by the time we left the bar, so I was pretty tipsy by that point. The husband languidly smoked a cigarette as we walked the few blocks to my apartment.

Once we got upstairs, the three of us sat down on the couch, me in the middle. The wife encouraged us to start while she went to the bathroom, so the husband immediately began kissing me with lots of tongue. When the wife returned, she joined in on the kissing.

Soon enough, the three of us moved to the bedroom and began shedding our clothes. I alternated between kissing the husband and the wife, though when he took off my bra, he moved his mouth down to my chest. At one point, the husband was sucking on one tit and the wife on the other. I was the center of attention, and loving it.

The husband got up to use the restroom. The wife and I, both naked, rolled towards each other. “He’ll love this,” she whispered, and moved her mouth toward mine. We kissed eagerly, until we heard, “What are you girls doing?” The husband appeared over us, excited to join in.

“So, are you our unicorn?” he quipped, the three of us laying together, exposed. By that point, it was pretty obvious that the answer was yes.

He removed my panties, the last remaining article of clothing, and put his tongue to work on me. I heard the wife moaning, and I can only guess he was playing with her with a free hand. (“You tasted great,” he later told me.)

We switched spots and the wife and I took turns sucking the husband’s dick. Then, the wife moved up to make out with her husband while I continued going down on him, taking as much of him as I could in my mouth. He was quite hard, and his moans assured me I was doing a good job.

The two of them traded remarks in French, which I was vaguely able to follow, thanks to my several years of French classes.

After sufficient foreplay, I mounted him and he slid inside. A month of frequent texting and teasing had finally built up to me riding this man. I was getting quite a workout, and when I grew breathless, he grabbed my hips and bounced me up and down on his cock.

When I got tired, I hopped off and got on my hands and knees for him to enter me from behind. His thrusts were deep and powerful, and it felt positively primal in the best way. He grabbed my boobs, feeling the weight of them bounce with each thrust. Every so often, he would slow to a halt while he attended to his wife, and then would pick back up again.

Then, it was time for the wife to take a turn. He lay on his back and she climbed on top him, leaning back and closing her eyes in pleasure as she rode him. Meanwhile, I sat on his face, facing her. Watching her on her husband’s dick, I realized suddenly that I’d become part of something very intimate.

She got off and he told me to lay on my side, where he resumed fucking me. It’s hard to recall when I was so in the moment, but I’m almost positive I was making noises and urging him to keep going. I couldn’t see what the wife was doing, but I know she was in on the action.

In the end, I rolled on my back and he got on top of me. The wife was standing behind him, biting his neck and pushing his ass farther forward into me. I loved being able to see his expression as he was about to finish. And then he came, hard, inside me.

I lay down on one side of him and his wife lay on the other side. “Every man’s fantasy,” she noted with a smile.

I was wiped out, which was evident from my breathing. “Are you exhausted from me railing you?” The husband grinned. I nodded.

“I told you I would tire you out.” And that he did.

We made plans for the three of us plan to meet in a hotel for more fun next weekend. So stay tuned ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8v49pa/the_night_i_became_a_unicorn_ffm