My First MFM Experience: Her Report 

It was November of last year 2010.  It was with my boyfriend, who is now my husband, and his best friend.  I'm sure it was something they had talked about a lot, but I was never really made aware of their plan until we were right in the middle of it.

It started off very innocently, or so I thought.  We were sitting at our house, sorta bored, sorta broke... and we were drinking.  They asked me if I had ever played "Quarters."  I said no.  Then they asked if I wanted to play.  I said, "Sure, why not." 

The idea of the game was for everyone to throw their quarter at the wall.  The person who was got the closest to the wall didn't drink, but the other two had to take a drink.  We were playing the game for some time, and then the guys changed the rules.  Instead of drinking, their new rules called for removal of an item of clothing.  Let me say I started taking the tossing my quarter a lot more seriously.

We played for about 20 minutes, until we all had minimal clothing.  My boyfriend said, "Ok, on the next throw, whoever looses has to take a dare."  I lost, and my dare was to come over and give him a blowjob.  I looked at him, not knowing if he was serious or not, but I had had so much to drink that I went over, bent down in front of him, and started giving him head.  

I could feel his friend watching.  He pulled my head back and said, "Ready for the next throw."  I was very cautious.  I wasn't sure I was ready.  I said, "No, I don't think I want to play this game anymore." 

That's when my boyfriend said, "We were thinking about giving you a 3-sum.  How do you feel about it?"  He was holding me in his arms and whispering into my ear that it was ok, that it would be fun, that nothing bad was going to happen, that he loved me, and that this wasn't cheating."  I agreed we could try.  So he pulled me to my feet, and the three of us went to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, my boyfriend and I were on the bed, and his friend was sitting at the end of the bed.  My boyfriend and I started kissing and fondling each other.  Before long my head was back in my boyfriends lap.  I was unaware of what else was happening, until I felt someone else's hand rubbing my butt, and fingers slowly entering me from behind.  

My boyfriend then asked me if I would be willing to show our friend what good head I give.  I looked at him, asking with my eyes, "Are you sure about this?"  He said, "Go on.  It's ok."  So I turned around and began sucking on his dick, while my boyfriend watched and stroked my hair, gently pushing my head tighter down on our friend's dick.  

After about 15 minutes, our friend indicated he was going to cum, so I pulled back from him, and let him finish jacking himself off.  My boyfriend was crazy horny by that time.  He pulled me on top of him for me to ride him.  As I rode him we waited for our friend to clean up and recover.  When he climbed back into bed, wearing a condom, I climbed over on top of him, and rode him.  

My boyfriend, still completely turned-on, got up on his knees so that I could suck his cock while I rode his friend.  Again his friend came, and left the room to go clean up.  When he came back my boyfriend had me on all fours, doing me from behind.  The friend got in front of me so that I could suck his dick.  

All and all that must have gone on for hours.  I have no idea how many times I came that night, or how many condoms we went through, but the next morning we all woke up in the same bed, legs all tangled up together.

It was a really good experience, thanks to my boyfriend being so gentle and understanding, and basically giving the directions.

They were both eager to try it again the next morning, but I had to tell them I was a little sore, and wasn't ready to try again so soon.

We never did it with him again, but we both have talked about that night many times.  We have since done it a second time, with a guy we met at a club.  Now we are looking for someone else who can sorta be like our regular booty call.

I will never forget my first time.  It was good.

