The tale of [M]y First Every Threesome [MFF] after a couple of years of buildup

Note: I’d taken a break from writing for this sub as I have had a lot on my plate (starting a business, etc), but the quarantine and crisis has had me with a bit more time on my hands and pretty bored, so I’ve decided to begin again. So here’s another swinging memory from years ago. There’s some buildup to try and give some history, if you want to cut to the fun stuff there’s a *****break**** a little ways down. Obviously all conversations are to the best of my recollection, but it’s been some time. The players:

Me, at the time college age M, 5’11” and around 160, slim/toned bod, brown hair/green eyes, Paul Rudd look

Jolie, (my ex), college age, F, 5’4” and 115, petite but beyond stacked, brown hair/blue eyes, girly tomboy

Melanie, same age, F, 5’7”, probably about 140, thick and tight bod, brown hair/dark eyes, earth mother type

Brendan, same age, M, 6’4”, skinny build, long black hair, hippie-ish

Couple [MF] continues in the lifestyle, swinging with another college couple [Group]

This encounter occurred a few months after our first one, read over [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bp55mk/early_20s_couple_mf_tries_swinging_for_first_time/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bp55mk/early_20s_couple_mf_tries_swinging_for_first_time/)

if you want any details about the people involved or the backstory of how we got involved in swinging.

After several months officially swinging, we had been with our first couple, and had been involved in two different threesomes with women we had both long had a thing for, but we were really dying for another couple to play with on a regular basis. The threesomes were fun, but one was understood to just be a one-time thing, and the other girl had developed an attitude afterwards. Plus, it just seemed like in a threesome situation, someone always got left out. Unfortunately, we lived in a smaller college city, and there really wasn’t much of a “scene” for people interested in swapping, so we had turned to the internet. Personal ads on swinger pages had given us maybe two nibbles we weren’t interested in (one couple didn’t appeal to us at all, and another was obviously trying this in some weird last ditch attempt to save their tenuous relationship), so one Sunday night Jolie decided to post something on a more public personals page. Given that a real girl was obviously behind it, she started getting responses quickly, but most of them she quickly discarded out of hand. Finally, though, she found one she liked, where the guy didn’t immediately talk down to her or come across super-creepy or aggressive (side note: Guys. Stop doing that shit, seriously), and ended up chatting with him. Normally, she wasn’t too into the internet (she seriously didn’t have an email address for over four years, saying that if anyone wanted to send her something they could use mine), so it was almost comical to see her at our little desk, tapping away on the keyboard, ignoring the show I was watching—normally, these roles were reversed.