First Three Some MFM  4.5/5 (27)

Every time you read a story about a married woman having a threesome it’s always the husband’s idea, right? Well, think again. I was riding my husband Mick really hard one night and all I could think was—this would be so much greater if I could be sucking someone’s cock at the same time.

After about an hour of fucking I came for the last time, collapsed on the bed next to Mick and whispered, “Do you ever think about a threesome? Be honest. Do you?”

“Well,” he said. “Sometimes when you’re on your knees giving me a blowjob I imagine someone, no one in particular, fucking you. Or when you’re on top, like you just were…”

“Yes,” I said. “I…I think about that too. If we were to do it, who would you want as the other guy?”

“Probably Frank. We both like him and…”

Ah, yes. Our newly divorced hunk neighbor Frank. I liked that idea. We started planning right then and there.

But two days passed and the subject didn’t come up again, so I began to pester Mick. “When are you going to ask him,” I said. “What are you waiting for?”

“It’s a bit awkward, you know,” Mick snorted. “What am I going to say? Hey, Frank. Wanna come over and fuck my wife?”

“Of course that would be weird,” I laughed. “We just have to let it happen.”

Mick shrugged. “Maybe we should ask him over for steaks or something.”

“Hmmm,” I murmured. The idea of being pressed between two men after dinner did not seem appealing to me. “No, I don’t want to have a full stomach when we do this. How about we ask him for drinks?”

Mick laughed. “Drinks? We know nothing about drinks. What kind of drinks?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “We’ll have to get some kind of alcohol, I guess. I mean, we’ve already broken with the church when we had champagne, so…”

“Right,” Mick said. “Should we get beer? Wine?”

“Wine,” I said, thinking that would be more sophisticated. Then another idea popped into my head. “I mean, I hear people talk about bourbon. Maybe some bourbon.”

“Maybe wine” Mick said, “and Bourbon.”

“No. Wait!” I said. “Tequila. You make Margaritas with Tequila, right? Everyone in Florida likes Margaritas.”

“Yeah,” Mick said. “Maybe I can buy some premade.”

“Good idea,” I said. “But buy some extra Tequila because you probably get shorted on the premade.”

“We’re not drinkers,” Mick laughed. “Remember? We may just get really drunk.”

“So much the better,” I sighed. “I’m very nervous, you know.”

Mick sank back into his pillow and chuckled. “So am I.”

Suddenly I was afraid that he’d be too nervous. “Will you be able to…perform?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Mick laughed.

Then I had another paranoid thought. “What if Frank says no?”

“Are you kidding,” Mick said. “I don’t think that will happen.”

“Okay,” I said. “I believe you that he’ll do it. So, Margaritas with extra Tequila it is. We’ll sit poolside. I’ll wear a bikini. I’ll get a new one, a black one, really small.”

“Oh my God,” Mick mumbled. “I’m so fucking horny already.”

“Me, too,” I laughed. “Have you thought about positions?”

“Positions?”

“Yes,” I said. God-did I have to think of everything? “Positions. I’ve thought a lot about that. Remember once when you laid behind me and we did it on our sides? I thought maybe Frank could lie facing me and I could suck his cock. You could watch.”

“Jesus, Sandy,” Mick moaned. “I want to watch, you know. I want to see you suck his dick and, yes, I want to see him fuck you.”

“But I want things too,” I said. “I want someone to eat me. In fact, I want that first.”

Mick stroked his chin while he thought. “Okay,” he said. “So what if you lie on the bed and he eats you while you suck me? Then I can watch.”

“Hmmm,” I mumbled. It was time to test Mick about a few things I was interested in doing. “Okay, but, suppose he…um…licks my butt. Will that upset you?”

Mick exhaled and closed his eyes. “I don’t know,” he said. “If we’re gonna do anal…”

“Not Friday night,” I laughed. “Jeez! Let’s just get through this first one.”

“Okay, then,” Mick said. “I guess it would be a turn on. It would be more of a turn on if you lay on your stomach and he licked you back there while you sucked me or, better yet, I licked you and you sucked…”

“Oooo,” I cooed. “I like that idea, but what about what you always talk about? You know, him fucking me doggy style while I give you a blow job.”

“I don’t know,” Mick said. “I’m not sure I want him to fuck you at all.”

“Now wait a minute,” I snapped. “I think I do. I think I want him fucking me while you watch. What a turn on that would be for me. It would drive me crazy! I’d deep throat you for sure and…”

“Okay,” Mick said. “Okay. So…”

Now I was getting really excited. “Let me finish,” I whispered. “Suppose he fucks me that way and you come on my face.”

Mick could barely contain himself. “Holy fuck!”

I laughed. “I’m just saying…”

Mick sort of lost his mind right then and there. He ripped off my tee shirt, shorts and panties tore off his clothes and flopped on the bed. I was sacred at first, but then he pulled me on top of him. I don’t know how he did it, but in one smooth motion, he was inside me. God, my pussy was so wet and he was so hard.

“How about this?” he asked. “You on top of me with his cock in your mouth. Then he can come on your face and I can watch.”

“Oh, God Mick,” I cried. “I’m coming already! Can I talk dirty when we do this? I wanna talk dirty.”

“Oh, man,” Mick gulped. “Not too dirty. I don’t want Frank to think you’re a slut.”

“But I am,” I moaned. “I’m such a slut! Fuck me, baby. Fuck your slut!”

Mick swallowed hard and whispered, “Jesus!”

“Maybe you could put a dildo in my ass while we’re like this,” I hissed. “Maybe you can dildo-fuck your slut’s ass while you’re fucking me and I’m sucking Frank’s cock!”

Mick started to tremble, moaning, “Fuck almighty!”

“Maybe, for starters,” I said, “I’ll suck both your cocks at the same time. You can both come on my face!”

“Holy mother,” Mick gasped. “I’m coming, baby!”

“I feel it,” I cried. “Oh, fuck! I feel it! I feel your cum! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I don’t know how many times I whispered fuck me. I don’t know how many times Mick shot hot jizz up inside of me. I don’t know how many times I came. I barely remember anything after my orgasms except this-I remember thinking that Friday night was going to be one crazy night.

Or not . What if Frank said no? What if Mick chickened out? What if I chickened out? Tequila and lots of it . That would do the trick. There would be no backing out.

I was wet-so wet leading up to Friday night. When I touched myself, I was shocked at the slippery liquid that coated my fingers. I had been horny many times before, but not like this, not so unbelievably aroused that I couldn’t stop flowing. Of course, Mick wanted to have sex with me all the time. His fingers came away slippery, too, but I forced him to wait. The last thing I wanted was a limp dick in my mouth or, for that matter, anywhere else inside me.

Friday finally arrived, coming to our house through the back yard. When he did, I raced to the bedroom to change. My new black bikini barely covered me, but I was not going to just go out in it and give him an eyeful. Instead I put on a lacy cover-up, the kind that you could see through, but the kind that hid just enough.

When I walked out to the pool area, I carried a tray of Margaritas with me. I had no idea how to make them, so I just added some tequila to the glass of premade drinks that we had bought. How was I to know that there are special glasses for Margaritas? I just used big tumblers.

Frank’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me. “Um…hi,” he said. “You look great.”

I pretended that I barely heard him and played nonchalant. “Oh, thanks,” I said. “Here, I made some Margaritas for us.”

Frank took a tumbler from the tray without taking his eyes of me. “Are they alcohol free? I thought you two…”

“We don’t drink much, but we do drink,” Mick said. “Anyway, we don’t want our guests to suffer because of our…um…beliefs.”

“I see,” Frank said. He took a sip and almost choked. I think he didn’t want to insult me, so he smiled and took another sip. “These are great.”

1 Comment

  • warren kegler

    Reply Reply September 8, 2020

    if I was there it would have been plenty worse for her to enjoyed and plenty of toys including ropes, paddles, huge butt plugs with remotes, magic wand, a large strap on a fuck machine , restraints and another lady and I would turn you into a real lest slut daily!

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