Threesome in a Tent with My Mexican Wife and a Slutty Asian Stranger [FFM]

Just started a new throwaway for this sub specifically. I’ve been working on recounting some of my dalliances over the years, but a lot of them are long-form. I enjoy recalling every little detail in the buildup.

But I think I can get this one pumped out quickly because of how ABRUPTLY the events unfolded. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but I never went from meeting someone to fucking them
within fifteen minutes. (Not sure about this sub’s rules on drug use, so I tried to be a little careful with the language.)

My wife Sophie and I have been together for nine years. While we have never officially labeled it as an “open relationship,” we have both accepted that neither of us was really built for monogamy and have encouraged each other to venture off every now and then. This was to be our third threesome and our first one that was not carefully planned and executed.

[MF] That time a friend of mine asked me to fulfill her darkest fantasy

Hello again. In case you couldn’t tell from the title, this escapade is going to get pretty dark. It’s about acting out a rape fantasy, and we got *very* into it. Sensitive types, triggered types – you’ve been warned. This story is long, and it is graphic. For those of you who enjoy this type of thing, here you go. For the rest of you, I will have something much lighter next time.

Onward we go…

This takes place between my first story and my second – smack in the middle, actually. I was home for the summer again before my last year of college, staying at my mom’s house. Bill’s living situation had changed since the previous year, so the awesome bro-time house from before wasn’t an option anymore. I was kind of in a bad place emotionally; I was fresh off of one of the many breakups with my on-again-off-again college girlfriend (who I will probably share some stories about in the future because she was absolutely nutter butters), I was working a crummy job selling appliances (no commission), I was starting to get anxious about life after college, there was some family drama going on, and I was a loser living at my mom’s house. There was lots of drinking during this time. The bad kind of drinking. The “fuck all of this” kind, not the “let’s get hammered and make pizza rolls, wooo!” kind.