I’ve often thought back to a particular night that left a lasting impression on me. To set the scene, I’m a tall, slender guy with long blonde hair and, admittedly, a modest 4.5-inch endowment. Marissa, my girlfriend, was a petite, sun-kissed brunette, her long curls framing a delicate yet alluring frame. With 34B breasts, a 36-inch waist, a firm, round butt, and the tightest, perfectly shaved pussy, she embodied temptation.
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By this point in our relationship, Marissa and I had an open understanding—she was free to explore encounters with others, including couples or other men. She had strayed twice before, and I accepted it. Now, the three of us were curious about trying an MFM threesome.
She had been talking to a guy from one of her college classes—Andy. Marissa described him as genuinely nice and incredibly attractive, the kind of guy who would be a good fit for what we wanted to try. She had already asked him if he was up for a threesome, and he enthusiastically agreed.
We arranged a day when none of us had classes or commitments. Andy came over, and the atmosphere was light and easy as we all chatted. Gradually, the conversation gave way to the seductive dance of undressing Marissa. She slowly shed her clothes, leaving her in just bra and panties as Andy and I began to undress as well. I was the first to be completely naked, though nerves got the better of me, and I couldn’t get hard right away. Still, I stayed involved, watching intently as Marissa reached into Andy’s boxers and began stroking his cock.
Andy showed no difficulty in arousing himself. He was a fit, muscular young man with short brown hair and a cock that was both thick and impressively curved—probably around 6.5 to 7 inches. I watched as Marissa freed him from his boxers, her lips wrapping around his rigid shaft, her tongue flicking and licking every inch. She took him deep, nearly all the way, while also lavishing attention on his balls. Between all this, she kissed me passionately, tongues intertwining so I could taste the musk of him mingled with hers, a heady flavor that soon dominated my senses.
As the moments passed, our kisses mingled with her pleas begging Andy to fuck her. He gently laid her back and spread her legs wide, easing himself inside her. He took it slow at first, sliding in a little further with each stroke until fully seated. His rhythm was slow but deliberate, plunging deep as I finally found my erection. Moving to her head, I slid my cock into her mouth, feeding her as she eagerly sucked and moaned. Andy’s pace quickened, pounding her hard, each thrust punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Eventually, Marissa focused entirely on Andy’s vigorous fucking, pausing her oral worship. The intensity swelled over about ten minutes until Andy groaned and drove a few slow, deep strokes to release his climax deep inside her. He rolled off her, and I leaned in to kiss her tenderly. She radiated affection and desire, and I responded by going down on her, savoring and licking until she shuddered into orgasm. When I moved to fuck her, my excitement was overwhelming, and I came quickly.
Afterward, the three of us cuddled together, sharing cigarettes and conversation, basking in the afterglow. Then, we dressed and went our separate ways. This night was just the beginning of many adventures in our open relationship; there’s so much more I could share about us if anyone’s interested.