It was an erotic weekend, one not easily imagined, but one in a reality of a vastly different intimate experience. MFM takes place during an autumn weekend, with a meeting on a late Friday afternoon as sun is setting.
This relationship began online with a message from a female named 'Kara', whose profile says she lived in North Carolina and was married. She seemed interested in chatting, while we exchanged pleasantries; I looked at her profile name, nice_Kara, Real name Kara, location North Carolina, Age 42, marital Status, Married, Gender Female. Kara and her hubby were looking over a year for another male to have a threesome.
She looked in my profile with interest. So she began with her message to me, I don't; recall how often we chatted but after a few weeks she asked if I had ever had a Male Female Male relationship (MFM). I said no, but was interested, and felt it took very exceptional people to make such a relationship happen,
I did not hold out much hope, there was such a distance between us, I didn't know them, and most importantly did not feel any emotional attachment, other than a curiosity about how such a relationship MFM would happen, feel, and occur. She said that she and her hubby have been looking for over a year for an acceptable male. So I asked her for her and her husband's picture. She then asked if he was bi-sexual, and said no, that I had no interest in bi men.
Their photos as a couple looked very average, appearing as a very normal young family couple. She also sent their family photo showing two daughters about 11 and 14. They seemed nice claiming to have loved each other. So after several chats, her husband invited a few phone calls.
After some discussion we agreed to meet in North Carolina. This would mean that I would fly by air to Atlanta, then to Fayetteville, where they would meet me at the airport, which was about an hour from their home, a place where they would not be known. We set a date, time, and place then I made arrangements for a privacy hotel suite with bedroom, living room, and two baths
We agreed that they would meet me at the airport so I did not need a rental car. The appointed day arrived, and I went on this adventure to explore something new to me.
Arriving at my destination I walked through security there they were standing and smiling, there was no mistake it was them, because they both had red hair. Kara was about five feet five inches, red hair, medium build, average looking, with a wide smile. Kara wore stockings, heels, and a green dress. Her husband dressed in casual clothes, was the same height and had short red hair, in his mid 40s. At first we all felt nervous as we walked from arrivals to their car, making small talk. He drove from airport parking lot to our hotel, parked, unloaded luggage then we signed in for our room.
We walked down hotel corridor with our luggage, refreshed, and then got comfortable by opening a bottle of wine making casual light conversation. We agreed to go to dinner and continue conversation.
During dinner we discussed what our arrangement would consist of. We agreed to return to our room, sit and talk. At the point when Kara felt comfortable, she would rise up, go into adjacent bedroom, change into her comfort clothes, come back, and sit between us. We would pour three glasses of wine, sit, and share conversation. When she felt ready for us she would lead us by our hands into bedroom with her. She would position herself in the center of our king sized bed with males on either side of her.
During our online chat we discussed their methods of love making so at least I had some idea of how their intimate relationship worked for them. She enjoyed sucking his cock.
I had never watched anyone ever make love before in person, much less a married couple, so I visualized them. Thoughts of them making love aroused me. From time we agreed to meet visions of them filled my imagination.
Our conversation led us through familiar cordial pleasantries, but with an undercurrent of sexual tension, wonderment, and anticipation. Soon enough our dinner was complete, I paid the check, laid a tip on the table. We left the restaurant while her husband drove us back to our room.
Making nervous small talk conversation and arriving back at our room, I think we all felt a relief to put our key in the door opening find quiet private refuge in our room.
There were two bathrooms, so each has one available to freshen up. Her husband prepared a fruit bowl, with strawberries, bananas, and grapes, all erotic fruits of nature.
