Just a few months into our open relationship, we decided to take the plunge into a threesome. She had already been with several other men, but due to conflicting schedules, I hadn’t witnessed her experiences firsthand—especially how different things were for her with a partner who was well-endowed.
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When the guy for our first MFM arrived, there was an awkward energy as we exchanged small talk. Eventually, I began making my move on her, sliding my hand between her legs as he fondled her perky breasts. Slowly, she reached over and took his cock in hand, stroking it while receiving our attentions. This evolved naturally into her taking him into her mouth, and I lowered myself to pleasure her orally. Unlike with me, she was enthusiastic and eager with him—her wetness noticeably increased.
I brought her to climax once, then slid inside from behind. Her slickness welcomed me effortlessly, though her focus stayed firmly on him. I still hadn’t glimpsed the full extent of his size; knowing I was on the smaller side, I hadn’t yet felt the sting of reality.
I hoped that by fucking her with intensity, I might capture her attention away from him. But no matter how hard or fast I thrust, she remained locked on pleasuring him orally. As I neared orgasm and wished to finish last, I suggested switching our roles.
She turned around to take me in her mouth as he donned a condom. Her eager attention lasted until he managed to ease the head inside her. Even after my hard pounding, he struggled to enter, commenting repeatedly on how tight she was—which felt oddly emasculating, especially since we’d been sexually active regularly before that night.
Once he got the head inside, she leaned upward, keeping just a finger and thumb on my modest shaft, then looked back at him and purred, “Fuck, you’re huge!” He shot me a glance and said something like, “Love hearing that!” I thought she would return to pleasuring me, but instead, as he worked deeper, she let her head drop to the mattress and gripped the blankets tightly. At first, I worried he might be causing discomfort, but then she moaned softly, a breathy whimper: “Oh my god, this feels so fucking good.” Clearly, his size was reaching places she hadn’t felt touched in a long time, awakening new sensations.
Feeling a bit sidelined, I tried to reclaim her attention—cupping her breasts or pulling her mouth back to my cock. For a moment she’d suck me, but within a few thrusts from him, she was lost again.
I never quite realized she simply didn’t enjoy touching my smaller member. I assumed she was captivated by his size, wrapped up in the moment. Eventually, I gave up trying to participate and fetched us some water. While I was away, I’m unsure what was said, but when I returned she seemed more attentive to me, and we switched places once more.
Then I finally saw his cock fully—only about an inch longer than mine at the time, but noticeably thicker (which wasn’t difficult to surpass). Even without intense feelings, I came quickly, overwhelmed by how stretched out she was for him. I don’t recall exactly how he finished—perhaps in her mouth, but not certain.
Afterward, we relaxed and chatted about how exhilarating it had been. I’d ejaculated hard and knew I couldn’t get hard again immediately, since I’d always been a one-and-done guy.
Not long after, she mentioned wanting to go again. He was eager for another round with her. I told them to have fun but declined—unable to continue. Despite my passivity, she was ready to jump back in.
They returned to their passion while I busied myself at the computer, pretending not to watch. I mostly listened, glancing occasionally. Witnessing her pleasure and the stark difference in her reaction to a larger partner was eye-opening.
Even after all this, she wouldn’t admit my size was an issue—she claimed it was simply the heat of the moment that had captivated her.
From then on, he started visiting two to three times a week, mostly for MFM sessions, though they also had plenty of encounters where I wasn’t involved.