Author's note: This story was inspired by a friend who enjoys threesomes with her husband and complained that my stories contain too much setup and not enough sex. The beginning part of the story is written by her and edited by me. It is a true account of one of her meetings prior to sex. The rest of the story is written by me with input from her. While it is not a true account of any specific encounter it is an typical account of what occurs when they invite a second man into their bed. When she read the story, she got about halfway through before her first orgasm.
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I sat nervously waiting alone in a cafΓ© sipping coffee. My husband couldn't make it so I had to meet my date on my own. A few months ago my husband had persuaded me to try our first MMF threesome. I had told him it wasn't necessary, that he didn't have to reciprocate, that I enjoyed our previous threesomes with other women, but he insisted and I finally agreed. I will never forget that night; a night full of climaxes, sweat, pussy juices, and cum. You could still smell the sex in the air in our house days after. That night I truly became a fan of threesomes.
I still enjoy sex with my hubby, but some days I can't get the thought of having two rock hard cocks, and the pleasure they provide, out of my head. So I sit here alone trying to wait patiently for a guy I met online. We're meeting for coffee to get to know each other, and if all goes well we'll meet again later behind closed doors.
I had spent a long time deciding what to wear; I wanted to make him want me, to make his blood pump faster through his veins, but since we were meeting in a public place my clothing had to be a little discreet. I settled on high heels, stockings with a garter belt, a short red skirt, topped with a very tight turtleneck that underlined my breasts and left my arms bare.
He was running late, which was creating a kind of stress mixed with excitement. My pussy was pulsing between my thighs and my nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric of my top. The waiter came over and I blushed with slight embarrassment as his eyes lingered over my breasts. I smiled back at the waiter when his eyes finally met mine and quickly ordered coffee.
I was really hoping my date would be my type of guy and my excitement grew each time a new man walked through the doors of the cafΓ© and I wondered if he was the one. I finally got a text from my date saying he'd be there in a minute and to look for a tall guy in a bright shirt and black coat. As soon as I read the message I grew more excited and my pussy twitched.
A few minutes later, a tall handsome man entered the cafΓ©. Hoping it was him, I took another sip of coffee while looking up at his manly face creased with a roguish smile on a head that sat atop a set of strong wide shoulders. His eyes caught mine and as he approached his smile became wicked indicating his desire. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I started to blush and the blood started rushing in my veins. My clit had that special feeling I get when I'm aroused.
When he said, "Hello, I think you're waiting for me," everything became clear; I wanted to fuck him and if we had been alone I'd have let him take me right there on the table. However, we had just met for coffee.
As he sat down I was trying to calm myself, trying not to seem too pleased at his appearance because he had been late and I wanted to punish him a bit. He apologized and was watching me very closely trying to gauge my reaction to his apology. He was probably wondering if he had blown any chance of sex with me. He hadn't.
We talked for a while. He had a nice deep voice that sounded so commanding I knew I could follow any order he gave me with pleasure. At the same time, he was very nice guy with a great sense of humor and very easy to talk to. We were both trying to find something to talk about, but we had something else on our minds.
I was squeezing my thighs together, trying to quiet my screaming pussy. The bulge in his pants under the table was very obvious as well every time I sneaked a look. After about fifteen minutes I stopped asking questions about him and asked if there was anything he wanted to know about me. He bluntly asked, "When can we fuck?"
My answer came instantly and was a very short and excited, "Now!"
We didn't finish our coffee and immediately he went to pay our bill while I texted my hubby, "I'm bringing a guest home; please clean the bedroom a bit."
When we walked out of the cafΓ©, his eyes were all over me. I could feel them roaming over my face, my tummy, my ass in the tight skirt, and my legs in my high heels. We were in the center of the city with lots of people around so we walked quickly to his car. Once inside his car, he kissed me very gently and put his hand on my knee. His hand slowly crept up my thigh under my skirt.
"Oh my God, you're so hot and wet and not wearing any panties," he said as he stopped kissing me and the bulge in his pants grew.
I needed to feel what was making that bulge in my mouth so I undid his pants and freed the monster. He started moaning as soon as I began sucking. His moaning sounded so sexy it made me suck even more intensely and my pussy started to pump even more juices. I could have sucked him to completion, but people were walking by outside and even though it was dark I was a little afraid of being caught.
I wanted to fuck him right there, but I also had the image of pleasuring two cocks in my mind so I asked him to drive and gave him directions back to our place. He started the car and we hit the road, with his hand under my skirt playing with my clit and my hand wrapped around his cock. Thankfully it was a short drive from the cafΓ©. We parked in the underground garage and made our way to the elevator. I prayed we wouldn't run into any neighbors as his cock was still out under his coat and going up the four floors to our apartment felt like an eternity.