We have tried a few FMF threesomes

To Joan,

It was good to “meet” you on the Internet. There are not a lot of opportunities for those of us who enjoy the unique pleasures of MFM threesomes to talk with others about our lifestyle… particularly others who regularly share our lifestyle.

As you have requested, I am going to attempt to put into writing how I started enjoying this special sexual treat… and some of my specific experiences. You are welcome to share this letter with other women who may be interested in opening their sex lives to the sensual joys we know.

It started when I was 22. I was dating a guy (Pete) in Minneapolis. We really enjoyed ourselves together socially… and eventually sexually. We never referred to it as a “love” relationship… rather, we were very special friends. We both dated others, and after a few years we found ourselves going different directions.

While Pete and I were dating, we found that we both enjoyed doing “different” things. We both enjoyed beer and wine… but didn’t drink to excess. We both smoked… but didn’t get into other drugs. We enjoyed eating out and going to plays. Sometimes he would spend the night at my place… other times we would spend the night at his place.

We found that our desire to explore “new frontiers” extended to our bedroom fun too. Pete would start necking and petting with me in unusual places (like fingering my pussy under my dress at a play, playing with my breasts on the roller coaster, feeling each other up in broad daylight at the park, etc.).

One night after we had attended a banquet followed by a business meeting, Pete led me back into the empty banquet hall. The lights were all on, many dishes were still on the tables, and someone could have walked in at any time.

Pete pressed me against one of the banquet tables and gave me a deep kiss as his hands began to roam all over my body. I followed his lead, unzipped his pants, put my hand inside and started toying with his hard cock. He bent down, lifted my dress and promptly yanked my panties down. He knew I was wearing crotchless pantyhose.

With a grin on his face, he threw my panties into the corner, lifted me onto the banquet table (after pushing the dishes aside), raised my skirt, stuck his face against my crotch and started to give me some great oral sex. There I was in a large brightly lit room, being eaten with gusto… waiting for someone to walk in on us. I had an orgasm in just minutes. Then he pulled me from the table, bent me back over it, raised my skirt, and rammed his cock into my pulsing pussy from behind.

I rested my arms on the table and he hung on to my waist as he continued to plow in and out of my hot cunt. It sure felt good… and the potential for being caught heightened our shared pleasure. He shot a sizable load into me and then hung on while he recovered. I grabbed a cloth dinner napkin and shoved it up between my legs to catch and absorb his juices as they flowed back out of me.

I had just stood back up and kissed him when a waiter entered the room to start clearing the tables. Pete grabbed my panties and we quickly walked out… with the pilfered napkin still between my legs. It fell out in the hall as I walked… and we just laughed and left it there.

There were times we screwed on beaches, on his car hood and in a back area of the local library. On a few occasions, we screwed in the front seat of his car while his buddy and the buddy’s girl (with whom we were double dating) were screwing in the back seat. The same thing happened a few times back at Pete’s apartment that he shared with his buddy Dan.

Then, one night Pete and I were at his place, playing on the living room floor when we thought Dan would be out for the night. We were both naked, Pete was laying on his back, and I was riding his cock when the living room door opened. Dan walked in… alone. Pete just smiled, said “Hi Dan… want to join us?” and in a few seconds Dan had shed his clothes and started playing with my tits while I continued to ride Pete’s cock.

I was hesitant at first… but very quickly found the scene to be highly erotic. Before that night was over, I had sucked and screwed both guys just about every way we could think of. I saw them both often after that. Whenever Dan did not have a date and Pete and I were together, we would invite Dan to join us.

Sometimes we went dancing together, or bowling, or to a movie… other times we just went back to Pete’s and all three of us would screw our brains out. After that first night, we were all quite at ease with our shared sexual pleasures. We all got lots of pleasure… and we all GAVE lots of pleasure. I was always the center of attention. The guys did not share any overt sexual contact between themselves.

During the three years that Pete and I dated (these were college years), Pete would occasionally seek (and get) my permission to invite some other guy to join in our love fests. It was during this time that I became quite comfortable with having sex with two guys at the same time. I found that if one of the guys wore out while I was still needing (or at least WANTING) more attention… the other guy could keep me sexually high until the first guy “recovered.” We often had continuous sex play for two hours straight!

Then, I also discovered the unique pleasure of having two guys simultaneously stimulating various parts of my body… and having two guys “in me” at the same time. Often I would suck Pete to heaven while the other guy would screw my pussy. It was not until some time later that I tried taking two guys into my pussy at the same time. I hadn’t thought that would be possible.

One night I was riding on top of Pete’s cock when Dan came up behind me with a particularly hard cock in hand. As I rode up and down on Pete’s cock, Dan used his saliva to lube his dick, and he pressed the head of his cock against the lower edge of my pussy lips. It made me feel extra good as I wiggled my ass against it. On one up-stroke, I came off Pete’s cock, and Dan seized the opportunity by driving his cock into me. Pete felt what had happened and started pushing his cock back up against my pussy. My legs were spread wide apart. As I pressed back down, I suddenly felt that both cocks… side-by-side… had entered me.’

For a moment, I stayed that way, pressing back and down… with both cocks impaling my stretched pussy. I grinned back at both of them as I felt a huge orgasm begin to build within me. Dan pulled back a bit and then thrust in to the hilt again. Then Pete began to pull back and start a mini-stroking session. They alternated their strokes like that for about a minute… until my body began to shake.

As the peak of my orgasm hit, my pussy clenched their cocks so tightly, they told me later they couldn’t even move them. As my muscles began to relax, both of their cocks began to engorge… evidence that their climaxes were about to arrive. Their cocks strained against each other as they painted my inner walls with a double load of cum. That sent me into another super orgasm. We collapsed in a tangle.

Shortly thereafter, Pete moved to another city to pursue grad school. We have always stayed in contact, but our lives clearly headed different directions. Without Pete as my primary partner, I tended to stick with one-on-one sex for the next couple of years.

Then I met Ron. He is an athletically-built guy with a thick, but average length cock. He loves to give me the best oral sex a gal could ever want… and his cock keeps my pussy well-pleased.

We married a year after we met. Some three years later, Ron started bringing home some Forum magazines… and we started reading them together. I noticed that we both got turned-on whenever we read stories about husbands sharing their wives with other men. I hadn’t told him about my earlier experiences… and he did not ask.

Finally, one night while he was buried inside me, he asked if I would let him hold me in his arms while another guy screwed me. I hesitated. “Would you want me to do that?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied, “I have been fantasizing about that for a long time. I have watched as the eyes of other guys feast on your body at dances and at the beach… and have pictured them pleasuring you while I watch.”

“If you are serious,” I offered, “I could enjoy that too… but ONLY if I am sure you are totally at ease with the idea of another guy screwing me.” There was a short silence. “Honey, I love you very much. I don’t ever want to lose you. But, I believe that sexual fun and love don’t have to be tied together. I believe we could try new sexual things together, and keep that activity totally separate from our love and our lovemaking,” Ron said seriously.

“I think this is the time for me to tell you something about me, Ron,” I said, as I helped him roll onto his back next to me. “I need to tell you that several years ago I had several experiences with two guys at the same time. In each case, they were friends with whom I shared sexual pleasure… none of them were truly ‘lovers.’ But now we are considering inviting an additional guy into our bed while the two of us are ‘lovers.’ I know I can keep the sex-fun and the loving separated… but are you sure such a set-up won’t hurt your love for me?”

Ron grinned, gave me a kiss… and said, “I’m sure. But if I ever have any problems with anything we try… I’ll let you know. In the meantime, lets schedule an evaluation for right after our 500th threesome!” We both laughed… and cuddled before falling asleep.

Well… that was how Ron and I got started on the renewal of my MFM pleasures. We have tried a few FMF threesomes, an orgy once, and frequent visits to nudist clubs… but our main non-one-on-one sex-fun comes from MFM threesomes with me as the happy center of attention.

We still haven’t had our 500th threesome yet… so we haven’t had occasion to sit down for a formal “evaluation.” Clearly, the fun we share, the after-threesome stimulation our sex life gets, and the sexual openness we share are sufficient evidence that our lifestyle works for us.

Couples who want to consider the shared fun of MFM threesomes will wonder how to get started.

May I suggest that you start by having a serious discussion about her willingness to try a half-dozen MFM experiences before either of you commit to doing this sort of thing on a long-term basis. That will also give him a chance to be sure some jealousy bug is not lurking in the dark reassess of his personality.

Simply decide to give it a try six times… preferably with six different guys… over a period of time. Be sure it is NEVER at a time when either of you are upset with the other… or a time when either of you are saying a firm “No” to the idea at that time.

Where will you meet a willing extra guy. Almost any place! The truth is that a very high percent of all the red-blooded American men out there would jump at the chance to be the extra guy in a female-centered threesome. Some guys may find it a bid “kinky” at first… only to be overjoyed with their experience when it is over. Remember lady, he is there to enhance YOUR pleasure… but you must remember to see that both men’s needs are satisfied too!

If you live in a small town, or if either of you work in a high-profile profession, you may want to go out of town to find the extra guy. Other times, that extra guy may be found in the office next to yours, or at a nearby bar. Sometimes the wife will notice a good “prospect” and bring him to hubby’s attention. Other times hubby will find someone to bring as a surprise to the wife.

We have met good prospects at nudist clubs… some of whom have become excellent “extra guys.” We have followed up ads in adult magazines and newspapers… and after appropriate “screening,” have found some men with whom we were compatible. We have even met guys at the beach, struck up a conversation… and generated a few good prospects this way. You have got to be ready to be sociable at all times if you want to meet some new guy who may then become a prospect to join you in shared bedroom pleasures.

Probably the best for Ron and me has been a bar and pool hall on the other side of our metropolitan city. We found it one night while cruising around with another guy we were already occasionally inviting into our bed.

The place has a bar, a dance floor and a large room that houses about six pool tables. Sometimes I dress up extra sexy, and when we get there, Ron will shoot pool while I accept dances with various guys. Other times I will join Ron and a few other guys for a hot game of pool… showing off my charms in the process. I always make it clear that I enjoy having fun… and that I am married.

When I meet a guy who starts coming on to me… or a guy I think would be an interesting new extra guy, I immediately point him out to Ron. Often that leads to Ron joining the guy for a beer while they both “oogle” me.

On more than one occasion the other guy will voluntarily comment, “Wish I could get a piece of that one.” Ron picks it up from there. If I have already indicated my approval, Ron will respond by saying something like, “If you are serious, that may be possible.” Then he will lead the guy aside and tell him about our lifestyle.

If the guy is not repelled by the idea of being one of two guys making it with a woman, Ron will ask the guy more questions, get a phone number for a later contact, and tell him we will be in touch. Then, we generally all three meet at a neutral place for a drink… just to get better acquainted… before we ever actually arrange to meet at a motel, etc.

On a few occasions at that bar, I have taken the lead with a guy I feel particularly attracted to. I will invite him to dance with me… I will cuddle close on the slow dances, and I will press my breasts on his arm or let my hand graze his crotch while we are close. If I get his attention, I may ask him if he likes to “fool around.” If that gets a favorable response, I may tell him I am married, and that my husband occasionally lets me invite another guy to join him in making love to me.

If that does not blow his mind, I will ask him if he has ever joined another guy in giving sexual pleasure to a woman… does the idea turn him on… is he interested, etc. Then I will tell him I will be right back.

I will leave him as I hunt down Ron to tell him about my “prospect.” If Ron agrees, he will approach the guy without me present… tell him about our conversation… confirm my feelings about the “worthiness” of this prospect… get his phone number for a later contact, and tell him we will call later.

We ALWAYS get a guy’s phone number BEFORE we set anything up. We don’t care if it is a work phone, a home phone, a voice mail or a friend’s phone number… but we insist on having a way to renew the contact on our terms and timing. AND… we are always very discrete when either of us calls.

Both Ron and I HATE condoms. I love to feel the squirt of a man’s cum against the inner walls of my pussy or mouth… and on my breasts. Ron loves to drive his cock into my pussy while it is lubricated with another man’s juices. Therefore, I use other methods of birth control… and we are selective in who we invite to join us.

During our first “get-acquainted” contact with a prospective new extra guy, we ask lots of questions. We attempt to get a fix on his past lifestyles, whether or not he is married (married guys are usually less likely to be bringing health risks with them), and where he usually goes to get some extra sex. Through these questions we attempt to assess health and discretion risks with this guy.

I would say that for one reason or another, at least half the guys we have met for a “get acquainted” drink never end up in our bed. We weed them out. We want guys who will be fun to be with, at ease with their sexuality, straight or mostly straight, have a high probability of clean health, and are intelligent. Most of all, we want to avoid takers… rip and run artists… guys who have other than giving in mind. After all, I am openly a bit selfish!

Finally, I don’t want to leave you or your readers with the impression that we invite a different man into our bed every night. As a matter of fact, we currently have just three guys who periodically meet with us.

Generally, we set up an MFM threesome about once a month with one of the guys. They NEVER meet each other… and I have never met any of them when Ron was not with me. These may not be necessary rules… but they are our rules… and they work well for us.

In the eight years since Ron and I decided to give MFM threesomes a try, I have probably had the opportunity to experience the cocks, tongues and hands of 40 or so different guys while Ron has simultaneously made love to me.

Gals… variety really is the spice of life! Give it a try.