My husband had this obsession with the idea of us having a MMF threesome.
We are married for almost 20 years, I am 44, he is two years my senior, and we have a really nice marriage, rich sex life, if I might add, which includes lots of interesting stuff, and that is how we ended up here, among other places.
Not to go on for too long, as I said, our sex life is good, and we keep no secrets to each other in that regard, and once we reached that point, he confessed that an MMF threesome is his ultimate fantasy.
And we role played for years, watched many, many such videos, and after a while, decided to try to make this happen. Now, it is easier said then done. We tried some meet ups, with guys we found online, but half way through exploratory coffee, either me, or him, weren't feeling the man sitting opposite of us.
This went on for years, and as it goes, after a few such meet ups, we just gave up.
Well, call it destiny, or whatever you want, but this summer, we met a man at our hotel at the seaside. A man might be an over statement, I am more than twice his age, and I was amused by the attention he gave me, his clumsy advances, since my husband was always at the bar, while I was at the beach.
Attention feels good, especially from a young 19 year old male, especially since I am nothing special, on the contrary, I am an average looking brunette, average, by any standard.
I was telling my husband about this young man, and his advances, and we found it funny, and cute, then it dawned on him - he got the idea, that the young man can be our plus 1.
Tomorrow morning, he talked to him, over beer in the bar. I felt strange, restless, but when he approached me with a smile on his face, I knew something was up. Tonight, he said.
I don't know what they talked about, but when we met at the hotel bar after dinner, young man looked like a ghost, and I felt some kind of pity for him. He was obviously scared, but he was there, so, he wanted it.
After a few drinks, he became more chatty, put his hand around my waist, and soon enough, we were in our room.
It all looked clumsy at first, he didn't know where to put himself, we laughed a little, but as fluids started rushing though our bodies, it came, naturally. Didn't last very long, but it was super intense. I was on top of him, while my husband was taking me from the back. We did double penetration with a help of a dildo, but this was different, he was devouring my breasts, kissing me, holding my head, going through my hair with his fingers. I was done really fast, and as I was gasping for air, through an orgasm, I felt both of them twiching, and they came, at the same time, him, in a condom we got him to wear, hubby inside of me.
It felt amazing, just amazing, and the best part was, tomorrow morning, I didn't feel awkward, nor did I sense that in my husband. We managed to do it two more times, in two following nights, before our lover had to check out.
It felt so organic and natural, that now, we are totally off the idea of ever trying to schedule this, or find someone online. We are opened to it, and if the stars align, it will happen again. But I do have a feeling, that this is one of those, once in a life time things, that do not tend to replicate themselves.
