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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Most guys fantasise around an MFF scenario and whilst it's certainly an attractive proposition, I find myself in the minority by finding a slow, intimate MMF threesome the peak of sexual intimacy.
I'm lucky to have some tremendous experiences but my desire, whilst detailed, is relatively simplistic.
It has to be with a couple. Not just fuck buddies. Preferably married, but certainly long term. A first or second time for them is ideal, there's still a little bit of curiosity which is easily converted into excitement. The taboo of putting three people in a social circle typically understood for two, is highly erotic.
We meet at the hotel bar for semi-naughty chats but typically 'normal' too. Two glasses of wine. Perhaps three. But no more. I'm in smart casual. So is he. We all smell good. A Tom Ford or Jo Malone mist suppresses the imaginary hormones in the air.
Her outfit is the centre-piece though. An A-line dress, pleated, sleeveless and pearl earrings completing the silhouette. Her heels are new. Black. Covered toe, but the slightest piece of her toes is visible at the 'V' of the show. And there's her tights, sheer to waist, glossy, tanned, again new. Whilst reaching for her wine her toes are visible, a suggestion of the natural posture to come.
So the verbal agreement is acknowledged and all three of us make for the direction of the lift in the lobby. She's flanked by both of us, as if being escorted. In a quieter setting she'd link both our arms but we remain tactfully 'normal' for now.
The lift door closes and in an act of penetrating the social circle, I lay my palm on her hip and slowly kiss her. No tongue for now, just extended lip contact. Another pulse of lip contact and we part the embrace. His eyes are alight with excitement seeing her kiss another man. Her eyes still focused on me before putting her arms slowly around both of us.
The lift door stops and two seconds ensue in which to compose ourselves. We walk toward the room and it's very quiet. Now she links both of us. Room 456. He goes first, it's his wife after all, she goes in second, and again as if escorting a valuable item, me last.
We close the door and she feels two sets of hands on her hips. Very slowly. Prolonging any enjoyment. She's overwhelmed with hormones and she starts kissing, both to her left and right. Now she feels the two throbbing dicks she spent three weeks thinking about... |
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