Our first mmf threesome..

Over the weekend, we had our first MMF experience, and it was everything we hoped for—thrilling, passionate, and completely unforgettable.

It started with a few drinks at the hotel bar, where we’d arranged to meet him. Conversation was easy, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. As the drinks flowed, so did the flirtation. He seemed to click with us instantly, so we invited him upstairs for another drink—an unspoken understanding already hanging in the air.

Once in our room, the atmosphere shifted—charged with anticipation. We decided to break the ice further with a game of spin the bottle. The first spin landed on my wife and our new friend. As they leaned in, their lips met in a slow, heated kiss that sent a rush of excitement through me. The sight of them together, the way her body responded—it was intoxicating.

Eager to take things up a notch, we agreed to raise the stakes: whoever the bottle landed on next had to give oral. My husband was up. He took a deep breath, spun the bottle, and we watched it slow to a stop—pointing directly at him.

I saw the flicker of nervousness in my husband’s eyes, but we had talked about this before—his curiosity, his willingness to explore if it was something we both wanted. He turned to me, searching for reassurance. I smiled, giving him a slight nod, my own excitement building.

Slowly, he moved toward our guest, kneeling between his legs. With slightly unsteady hands, he unfastened his belt, tugging his pants down to reveal his half-hard cock. A pause—hesitation, anticipation—before he wrapped his fingers around it, stroking gently as he glanced back at me, grinning. I bit my lip, my fingers already teasing myself as I watched.

Then, he leaned in. The first tentative lick sent a shiver through all of us. He traced his tongue along the length, growing bolder with each pass. Mr. New hardened quickly under my husband’s touch, his breaths growing heavier as my husband took him deeper. The sight, the sounds—it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. My pussy was drenched, aching for attention.

Five minutes later, he pulled back, wiping his lips with a smirk. It was time to spin again.

This time, the bottle landed on me.

Mr. New wasted no time. He knelt before me, his hands trailing up my thighs as he slowly slid my panties down. The anticipation was almost too much. His lips traced a path from my knees to my inner thighs, his warm breath teasing my already soaking wet pussy. Then, finally, his tongue found me—soft at first, then deeper, firmer. My hips arched instinctively, my body on fire.

I was so close, trembling on the edge, when suddenly… he stopped.

He pulled back, a wicked grin on his lips. I gasped, frustrated but completely turned on by the tease.

“New rule,” he said, eyes dark with mischief. “No stopping until the person cums.”

I didn’t even hesitate. I spun the bottle. It landed back on him.

I turned to my husband, leaned in close, and whispered, “How far are you willing to go?”

His answer was simple. “Anything, as long as it makes you happy.”

My heart pounded as I met our guest’s gaze. “I want you to fuck my husband.”

He didn’t even blink. Within seconds, he had my husband on his stomach, his hands spreading him apart as he buried his tongue into him. My husband gasped at the sensation, his body tensing before slowly relaxing under the pleasure.

When Mr. New finally pulled back, his cock was rock hard. He spat into his hand, slicking himself up before pressing the tip against my husband’s ass. There was a brief moment of resistance—his body adjusting—before he slowly pushed inside. My husband’s fingers dug into the sheets, his face a mix of pain and pleasure. I crawled underneath him, guiding his mouth to my dripping wet pussy.

Soon, the tension faded into pure pleasure. His moans vibrated against me as Mr. New thrust deeper. The sight of them together—my husband in total submission, completely lost in the moment—was beyond erotic.

Then, he pulled out.

I took control, climbing onto my husband’s cock and sinking down onto him. He filled me completely, my body clenching around him. Mr. New watched, stroking himself, his hunger clear.

“Join us,” I whispered.

And then, suddenly, he was behind me. I felt his thick cock pressing against my entrance, and with a slow, delicious stretch, he slid inside—both of them filling me at once.

The sensation was indescribable. The way their cocks moved together, the friction, the fullness—it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body trembled, overwhelmed by pleasure. My moans turned into desperate cries as my orgasm built, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me.

I lost count of how many times I came.

Then, suddenly, I heard Mr. New’s breath hitch.

“Fuck—I’m about to cum.”

My husband was close too. I could see it in the way his body tensed beneath me, his face contorted with pleasure.

They both thrust hard—once, twice—before they erupted inside me at the same time.

I gasped as I felt them filling me, the heat of their release setting off another shattering orgasm of my own. My body shook, my limbs weak as they both collapsed beside me, breathless and spent.

For a long moment, none of us moved. The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing. My skin tingled, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

I felt their cum slowly dripping out of me, a reminder of everything we had just done.

I turned my head, looking between the two of them, a satisfied smile curling on my lips.

We’re doing this again. Very soon!!

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