Being the centre of attention for my first MFM threesome | 2016

My husband and I have had a few fun adventures in our marriage. We've gone to sex clubs, had some FFM threesomes and played with a few other couples. I've always had fun doing it, but was never able to orgasm in the moment.

The nervousness, the anticipation of something so dirty, forbidden and fun always gave me butterflies in my stomach. Just thinking about rolling around with someone's unfamiliar naked body and hearing various people moaning from delight gets me so wet.

And afterwards, after the playful giggles, the coming, after the pangs of mild, sheepish guilt, the memories kept me horny for months. Just thinking about how the other girls loved his cock, how turned on he was when he first saw me go down on a woman, got me in the mood. FAST. Yet, in the moment, while the other girls were moaning, screaming with delight and coming seemingly with ease, I just couldn't let myself go. Did I feel some weird pressure to perform? Was I intimidated? Distracted? I don't know.

Despite having deeply erotic experiences, I just couldn't come. I decided not to worry about it too much and to continue on with our adventures. Seeking people out, having new experiences. That's when I found him.

I met him online and was instantly attracted to him. He was tall, about 6', bald, black. He was lean and toned with a warm, seductive smile.

We texted back and forth for several. Weeks. Our texts ranged from mundane pleasantries to hot messages about how much he loves eating pussy and how much he wanted to see me come. I sent pictures of my body, my tits covered in my husband's cum, my ass as I was riding him cowgirl style, my wet pussy as I was mid orgasm.

Finally, the anticipation was too much. I had to see him. I had to feel his smooth skin and his big, hard cock in my mouth. My husband and I came up with the right time and eagerly awaited our first MFM threesome.

The day finally came and I had done everything I could to prepare. Wavy, wild, blond hair, smooth skin and a totally waxed, smooth pussy. This was going to be my night--I'd be the centre of attention and have total control over two hot men.

When he walked into our house, I got goosebumps. His tight tshirt accentuated his broad shoulders, his well defined chest and a beautiful deep arch in his back. He came straight over to me and gave me a long hug and I looked up at him, towering over my 5'1" frame, reached up and gave him a slow kiss. I took his hand and walked him over my husband who was pouring us some bubbly. We had a few drinks to lighten the mood. The champagne brought the butterflies from my stomach straight down to my pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted them. I wanted them both inside me, all over me.

I took them both by the hand and started leading them up the stairs to our bedroom. As I entered, I slipped off my short sun dress with ease. I was wearing nothing underneath. I went over to my husband and kissed him. I was comforted by his familiar beard and unbuttoned his shirt, feeling the soft fuzz of his chest hair on my hands and lips. As I turned around, he was kissing the back of my neck, his lips resonating down my spine.

I pulled my new man closer to me and slipped my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his abs and making my way up his chest. He took the cue and took off his shirt. He went down on his knees and started kissing my small, perky nipples, my hips and then my thighs. I told them both to take off the rest of their clothes and went to lay down on the bed. I laid down as they both approached me, rock hard. I put my right hand on my husband and my left hand on my stranger. Their cocks so different, yet pulsating with the same eagerness. I stroked my husband's cock lightly--he was girthier, bigger and somewhat rougher. As I turned my head towards my other man, I told him to stand on his knees and put his dick in my mouth. I licked around the shaft of his cock as it almost bounced with anticipation of penetrating me. I put my lips on his tip and slowly slid his entire cock in my mouth. He let out a low groan and I continued, slowly picking up the pace little by little. My husband made his way down, kissing my inner thighs, teasing me, licking my labia. Teasing me, he continued to kiss me gently, lightly. If my mouth wasn't occupied, I would have screamed, begging him to bury his face in me. And just when I didn't think I could take the teasing any longer, I felt his wet lips go on my clit. I let out a loud moan. As my husband's enthusiasm increased, so did mine and just I was peaking, my tall stranger pulled away suddenly. "I can't take it anymore. You're going to make me come. Not yet."

I smirked and reached over, slowly caressing his cock with the tips of my fingers. He closed his eyes and as I ran my fingers up his shift, I felt a small drop of precum. It was my husband's turn. He got up to his knees and I put my mouth on his balls while stroking his rock hard dick. Suddenly, I felt smooth, plump lips and a wet, soft tongue caressing my pussy. My clit was pulsating and I felt like it wouldn't be long until I came. I was breathing heavily, letting out stifled moans as my husband gyrated his hips and thrusted gently into me. My lover was going down on my so gently and slowly, I started to feel the build up of an orgasm coming on. Not yet! I'm wasn't ready for this to be over.

I sat up and told him to lie down. I wanted to fuck him. I got on top of him and slowly started to fuck him while locking eyes with my husband, who was enthusiastically jerking off with one hand and massaging my breasts with the other. I started to thrust harder with brief pauses between each thrust, which made my lover moan louder and louder each time. He arched his back and put his hands on my hips, which stops me from my next thrust. He was too worked up. He needed another break. I hopped from him, onto my husband and continued, while he held his cock and caressed my back, chest and nipples with his finger tips. I started to go faster and rougher, knowing how my husband likes it. And as I got carried away in the moment, I heard my husband moan and saw him throw back his head. I felt his cock throbbing inside me. I was out of breath and fell back onto the bed, in between these two men that edged me so close to coming over and over again. I took a small break, taking turns kissing them.

My husband leaned over to our nightstand and took out a blindfold. It was long and satin. He pulled it over my eyes and used the remaining ends to tie my hands above my head. I felt two sets of lips kissing each breast. As one moved slowly up to my mouth, the other went down lower and lower to my thighs, my lips and then finally, my clit. I opened my mouth to moan and felt the smooth, hard head of a cock on my lips. I kissed it, licking all around the edges. He started to thrust in and out while I used my tongue to massage the shaft and the rim of the head. As the tongue around my clit started to go faster and faster, I felt a hand starting to caress my pussy as well, inserting the tip of a finger. I could barely breath, it felt so good. And just as thought it couldn't get any better, I felt a slight touch on the rim of my ass. That gentle touch, sent me over the edge. I took my lips off the cock and threw my head back as my entire body convulsed in ecstasy. As I began to moan loudly, the orgasm continuing, I felt warm drops of cum sprinkle on my lips, my chest, my tits. This made me come even harder as I screamed, "Just don't stop!" Honestly, I didn't want it to end. It was the hardest I've ever come. As I calmed down, I licked my lips, giggling with the afterglow.

We lay around for a little bit, joking and talking about how hot that was until we decided to go downstairs for another drink. As we said goodbye, we all agreed we'd have to do this again sometime soon.