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Just about a year ago, I found out that we were going to be travelling to the UK and I thought it would be a great opportunity to live out one of our fantasies—a MFM threesome. At this point, my husband and I had been fucking a lovely young woman for a few months, but had only discussed having a MFM. On a whim, I posted an ad on Reddit and said goodbye to my inbox. By some miracle, I weeded through the junk messages and started chatting with Declan. As one would expect from a proper British gentleman, the conversation was pithy and fun. My husband and I decided to meet up with Declan while we were in London.
The day we were supposed to meet him, I was a ball of nerves. We had decided to meet at a pub a couple of blocks from our hotel and I considered cancelling more than once. With reassurance from my husband that we could say no at any time, I donned my sexiest panties and most revealing bra and we headed for our date. We walked into the crowded pub and I spotted him immediately—he towered above most of the other bargoers and was as handsome as his photos. Tall, blonde and super fit. After he patiently explained Brexit to us, and we downed a few beers, the three of us decided to head to the hotel.