[MFM] Hotwife couple and I join forces to cuck-block (?) their friend. Then we just fuck a lot.

This happened in June 2017. I’d met this couple, Mike and Britt, once before the previous month. They were hot (I’m sure they still are, but I’m not gonna focus on getting my tenses correct here, GW, sorry). Mike was 28, probably 6’1 or so, very fit, a scruffy blonde. Britt was 27, blonde, very thin, very white (German/English but I swear 100% Scandinavian) and extremely fragile-looking. Like a breeze might knock her over and shatter her. She’s not fragile though. She can take a lot.

Both have very blue eyes too. I’m fascinated by people’s eyes. Either sex. Sometime when you’re having sex, hold her face in your hands and just stare into her eyes as you fuck her. Don’t break that contact. See what that does for both of you. Eye contact is fucking sexy.

For myself, I was 28, 6′, scruffy look as well. Our first time together was a memorable enough experience, but this second time took the prize if only because of how…kinky?…it was. I wouldn’t have thought these two sweet, down-to-earth, first-time homeowners would have it in them.

We stopped seeing each other because they decided to start a family, and holy shit I’m just realizing how much time has already passed. Their first must be almost 18 months now.

Anyway, at that point, we’d been chatting since our first threesome about getting together again, but without any real planning. We got along well as conversationalists too, and I’d grabbed a drink with Mike solo, and he and Britt together a couple times. Usually not to talk about sex, though we’d find ways to throw remarks in that would make her blush. When Britt blushed, it was noticeable three tables away.

In any case, I was invited out of the blue to join Mike and Britt at a brewery in NE Minneapolis where they would be with an assortment of friends, celebrating nothing in particular, just the fact that everyone had a Friday night free. I thought this was pretty cool of them, to invite me into their group. That’s when Mike dropped this on me:

“Actually, we were thinking of having round two tonight, if you’re down.”

“Yeah, definitely! Like, right after?”

“Yeah. Actually, we wanted to see if you’d be interested in trying something. We have a friend who’ll be there. He’s known Britt since her last job. He’s been trying to sleep with her since she left. Even since we’ve been together. He keeps it cool in front of me but he drops hints to her all the time, and flat-out told her once when they were drunk that I wouldn’t have to know. I don’t let on, and we like the guy okay, but he won’t drop it.”

“Okay…”

“You can say no to this. But we’d like to get him thinking that we’re bringing another guy home with us. Not like we definitely are, but get him thinking we are. Except, obviously, we are.”

“Are you sure that wouldn’t make him go after Britt more?”

“It might. But if he ever brings this up, she’d just deny it. But we want him to see you flirting with her, and leaving with us.”

I agreed to it. Why wouldn’t I? I didn’t know this guy, let alone respect him. I don’t think they had respect for him either, and despite their phrasing, after seeing them all interact, I don’t believe he is at all a friend of theirs. In the end, I think it was a turn-on for both of them. As well as a fuck-you to him. And I was happy to be a part of it.

The brewery was…just as a brewery on Friday night should be. And with this particularly large group taking up space (about a dozen of us) there wasn’t much privacy. We’d already had a plan though. I arrived about thirty minutes after Mike and Britt. I was a stranger who’d happen to start flirting with her, and then find out she was married. And then be introduced to Mike, and hit it off with him. Then things would naturally progress.

Basically, this part went exactly as we planned. I mean, in a way we’d already gone through this experience before. I had no idea who their friend (Sean) was, but it seemed as we got to flirting, none of their friends were really paying us much attention. Then, as I was talking to Mike, one of the guys started talking to Britt. It was the guy I least thought could be Sean. He was a good-looking guy, kind of short, but well-dressed and a winning smile. He’d spent most of the night with another girl there, and I assumed they were together.

“There we go,” Mike said to me, quietly. And I knew he was Sean.

Sean was making Britt laugh. Or maybe she was just leading him on a bit. He was throwing a quick eye to Mike and me every so often. We kept up our own conversation. Sean went for another beer. Britt came over to us, and Mike slapped her ass. Sean returned a few minutes later with two beers, one for Britt. What a nice guy. Our group became four.

We chatted for awhile before Sean said, “Sorry, who are you?”

If that sounded condescending, believe me, it was. With that, I knew he’d noticed me flirting with Britt earlier. And suddenly, I had no issue with messing with this guy.

“Matt.” That’s all I said. Britt offered what I did for a living. I ignored Sean and started talking to Mike again. Sean was quick to steer the conversation with Britt away from me and back to him. I honestly had a hard time keeping track of what I was saying with Mike, while also tuning in to them. But I heard enough humblebragging to cause my ears to bleed, and enough of Britt’s feigned interest and cute laugh to make me hard. So there I am bleeding and hard. I’m not into the jealousy angle, or humiliation, that type of thing when it comes to sex. But I love teasing. She was really throwing some lines at Sean, and he was grasping for them. Watching her pull them away was turning me on. Especially as I knew how the night would be ending.

He tried to pull her away from us, but Britt stayed at Mike’s side. Mike gave me a look finally, like I should make a move. So at the next lull in both our conversations, I engaged Britt again. Sean was annoyed. Then, Mike moved around to Sean and started up a completely trivial chat about something…well, trivial, that Sean was clearly not into. He was watching Britt and I. Meanwhile, her and I were talking about an incident at my job, and I was letting my eyes wander her body. I wanted Sean to see that I was doing it. Britt touched my arm at one point. I heard my name dropped by Sean, but ignored him. Mike would take care of him. I was completely focused on Britt.

About thirty minutes later, some of their other friends came over to say goodnight. By now, the group had halved. I decided to spice things up a bit. Britt excused herself to the restroom. I excused myself shortly after.

I met her when she got out and asked her how she thought it was going. She thought it was going great, but she wanted to get out of here soon. I asked her if she thought Mike would be upset that I came after her. Because I wouldn’t want to upset him. She said he’d think it was hot. Then she kissed me.

It was perfect. Her lips were soft, and parted to let my tongue explore. I held her waist. It was only for a few seconds, then she took my hand and led me back to Mike and Sean.

Sean’s face dropped when he saw her holding my hand. The look was precious. He seriously couldn’t comprehend how Britt was holding some stranger’s hand in front of her husband, while he, stud that he was, was not even on her radar at this point. And Britt was blushing. Which, as you’ll remember, can be seen a mile away.

“We gotta get going,” Britt said to Mike. She was still holding my hand. Mike said sure, then asked if he could speak with me privately. I was honestly confused. He pulled me aside, out of earshot of Britt and Sean.

“Ready to go?” he said.

“Yeah. How’s he doing?”

“He’s being a fucking prick.” Mike didn’t talk like that much.

“I’m basically pretending to ask you right now if you want to come home with me and Britt. That’s what I want him to think I’m asking you.” Which was funny, because it was also exactly what he was doing.

We chatted a few more minutes while Britt coyly looked over at us, Sean crestfallen, but still seemingly trying to weasel his way in with Britt. Then Mike and I returned.

“Okay,” he said. “We’ll see you later, Sean.”

Mike didn’t say goodbye to me. Britt just looked at me, smiled, and said, “Bye.”

Then she and Mike left. Sean and I watched them go and didn’t say anything to each other. Then, as soon as they disappeared out the door, I put my bottle down and said, “Nice meeting you, man. Take care.”

And I walked away from him and out of the brewery. I can only imagine how he looked, and what he was feeling.

It took a while to drive to Mike & Britt’s place. 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: **:(**

Sean couldn’t have sent a better message. It was, frankly, pathetic. Britt asked what she should say back. I suggested a **;)** 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. Britt wanted to grill me first on my FWB, a girl who was visiting Seattle at the time.

“If she asked you to stop seeing other people, would you?”

I said, “Yes. But 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. 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.”

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

I said yes. Sadly this never came to fruition.

“My feet are sore,” Britt said a few minutes later. I took the hint and started massaging her feet while Mike took off his shirt and jeans, and began undressing her. It was well after midnight, and we were all ready to just go 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 well-hung, I’d guess about 7 and a half 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.”

Britt repositioned so that she could slowly spread her legs for me. I could see her glistening. I felt her, and she was as wet as she looked. She’d shaven smooth for us, and her skin felt so incredible as I traced up her inner thighs with my fingers, teased her pussy ever so slightly. I worked a finger gently over her clit while dragging another down to her hole. I massaged her like that as she struggled with Mike’s now hardened cock. She gasped for breath. He slapped her lightly across the cheek with his dick.

“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 long 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. I had Mike beat just slightly in thickness, and Britt’s 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, 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, cleaning the remaining cum from his cock, 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 her 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. She must have had a bit of a change of heart too, because she said “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 the next day to say that Sean had responded to her while we were fucking, with: “So, that guy?”

She didn’t reply. She was nervous about having to convincingly lie about the night to him. To which I agreed with Mike. Who fucking cares?

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