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From: "cheekypeaky.org.uk" <shaun@limelightkaraoke.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} First Threesome (MMF)
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 23:10:02 -0400
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I've read the stories in this newsgroup many years now, and while
I have always nearly always found them to be entertaining, I have
often doubted the authenticity, as I found it difficult to
believe that so many people would do half the things regularly
described. However, following several recent events, my opinion
has changed somewhat, as things that "never happens to anyone I
know" have happened to me.


There are three separate stories I could relate, but I will
concentrate on the last of the three, as it concerns one of my
favourite topics, and fantasies, sharing my partner with another
man. I know this is a topic that has been covered many times but
the following really did happen.


As the saying goes, the following is a true story, only the names
have been changed to protect the innocent.


A few days ago, my girlfriend, Emma, and I and some friends were
due to travel to France for a weekend. We had booked cabins for
the outward journey, and were due to share with two friends.
However at the last minute, one of our friends cancelled, leaving
us sharing with John, a good friend of ours. We have known John
and his wife for years, and while we have shared hotel rooms,
sauna's, Jacuzzi's, etc. there has never been any intimate
contact between any of us, although John and I had often remarked
about sharing or swapping, but we knew the ladies were not up for
it.


Anyway, the outward journey passed fairly uneventfully, after we
boarded, we had something to eat, and then retired to our cabins.
Me and John both got undressed and into bed, while Emma was
cleansing her face etc. We then had the pleasure of watching her
undress, although as she had forgotten to bring a night-dress,
she decided slept in her lacy, see-through bra and knickers. She
then promptly climbed into bed with me. Several hours later, we
awoke, and all had showers, before dressing for breakfast. After
showering, Emma proceeded to rub moisturising cream all over her
slim and supremely sexy body, in front of both John and I, and I
could see the look of desire in his eyes, as she massaged the
lotion into her pert little breasts, and you could almost hear
him when she rubbed it into her thighs and bottom. But the moment
passed, and I again thought that this was a lost opportunity.


The return journey was something else though. It followed the
usual pattern, until we went below to sleep. Emma had packed a
night-dress in the overnight bag this time, and again John and I
were undressed and in bed before she had finished taking her
makeup off. She then undressed, completely, before slipping her
night-dress on. Both John and I had climbed into bottom bunks,
and as usual, Emma was going to share with me rather than use one
of the top bunks, and it was only now that we realised that the
individual lights for both the top bunks were still on. So we
asked Emma to turn them out. But Emma is not very tall, and the
only way she could reach was to stand on the edge of the lower
bunk, and lean forward to reach the switch. Once she climbed up
onto the edge of my bunk and leant forward I had a very clear
view up her night-dress, and I knew that in a short time John
would have exactly the same view. And while he had seen her naked
before, it had never been from this angle, and she has a very
cute little fanny. I just laid there, and watched the expression
on his face when she stood above him.

He made some comment about the view, I can't remember what it
was, but Emma just laughed it off, and then climbed into bed with
me. We cuddled up under the quilt, but soon Emma was complaining
about being too hot, and I suggested that she slip her
night-dress off, as this would be cooler, for both her and me. We
then cuddled up together to go to sleep. But having her gorgeous,
naked body next to me was to much, and Emma soon found herself
with a stiff prick digging into her bottom, and rather than
complain, she just reached behind her, and started to fondle my
prick, and balls. I took this as an invitation, and slipped my
had between her legs and started to gently massage her clit,
something that drives her wild, while I squeezed her breasts with
my other hand. While this was happening, John was laid not three
feet away in the other bunk. We continued this mutual
masturbation for some time, without making any sound, until Emma
wriggled up the bed a bit, and slipped my cock between her legs.
She then reached down again, and grasping my cock, massaged its
head against her lips. It was at this point that I noticed that
the quilt had slipped slightly, and her breasts, one of which was
being caressed by me were now clearly on show, albeit in the
half-light of the darkened cabin. I glanced across at John's
bunk, and could see the whites of his eyes, it was obvious he was
watching, although as Emma was laid with her back to me, I don't
know whether she was aware of this. But still no sound was made
by any of us. It wasn't until Emma wriggled her body back down
the bed, slipping my cock inside her in the process that a gasp
slipped from both our mouths, and we started to slowly move
together back and forth as we gently fucked each other. I
couldn't believe it. We had never done this before in the same
room as someone else. We continued to thrust against each other
gently and silently. I assumed Emma didn't know that John was
awake and watching, but I did, and that fact was turning me on
even more. Me and Emma often make love in the open, or the car,
and on those occasions the thought of being caught, or seen turns
me on, and here it was really happening. I was shagging her less
than three feet from another man, who was fully aware of what we
were doing. As we got more involved in our lovemaking, the quilt
slipped even more, and everytime it moved Emma would pull it back
up, vainly trying to keep it over us, but eventually it fell off
completely. I expected Emma to stop then, and pull it back on,
but instead she just continued thrusting backwards against me,
trying to pull my cock deeper into her with every thrust. By now
we were both making some noise, not too much, as we were both
aware of John's presence. I can only think that Emma had her eyes
shut, because John had thrown back his quilt, and was openly
wanking away. It was at this point that Emma orgasmed for the
first time, and she could not do that quietly, no matter how hard
she tried, and as she did, we rolled over so that she was face
down, and I began to fuck her harder and harder from behind. Now
every thrust was bringing groans from her, and although the were
muffled by the pillow, there was no way they could be mistaken.
Emma turned her head to one side, glanced up at me, then across
at John, and too my surprise, reached over towards John, who was
still wanking away. As her hand touched his chest, he mover
around, and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her hand slid down his
chest, until it reached his prick, and then she took over wanking
him, while I continued to shaft her from behind. I cannot
describe how I felt at that point. Her was the woman I loved
wanking another man, while being shagged by me. The stuff that
fantasies are made of. Emma's hand must have been very
expressive, because John slowly slipped off the bed, and knelt on
the floor alongside ours, with his raging hard-on just inches
from Emma's face. She continued to wank him, and slowly moved her
head over, so that she was close enough to lick the end of his
knob. Even in the semi dark cabin, I could see the pre-come  on
the end of his prick, and she gently licked  all around and over
the head of his cock I could see it connecting her tongue to his
cock like a single strand of spiders web glistening with dew. The
atmosphere was very erotic, and the sight in front of me was
turning me on so much, I was fit to burst. She was still wanking
him, and then she licked him again, and edging even closer,
kissed the end of his cock before opening her mouth, and pulling
it into her warm and tender mouth. I have felt that mouth on my
own cock so many times, and have often dreamed of seeing it
wrapped around another man's, but never thought I would. At this
point, I could take no more, and I shot my wad, filling her up
with my spunk, coming with more force, and pleasure that I can
remember. I just knelt there for a while, embedded inside her, as
she continued to wank and suck John. Having Emma give me a blow
job is almost as good as sex itself, watching her give another
man one was sensational. She doesn't often continue to the end,
preferring me to come inside her rather than in her mouth, but
tonight she seemed to be determined to take her second helping of
come in her mouth. She never moved or changed position, and as I
knelt there, still inside her, she sucked and wanked John's cock
until he started to tense like we all do before coming. It was
only now that he touched her for the first time, placing both
hands on the back of her neck and head, and pulling her head
towards him, as she continued to wank him, and suck him. It was
obvious that he had no intention of letting her not complete the
job now. And then he came, it was like an electric shock, as his
whole body arched, and he pumped his cream into Emma's mouth. She
swallowed like a trooper, but there was too much for her to
handle, and it began to seep out of the side of her mouth, and
down her face.

Once he had finished, his limp cock fell out of her mouth,
covered in come, as was her face, and thighs. We all got up,
without saying a word to each other, and showered, before going
back to bed and sleeping as if nothing had happened. Since then,
we haven't spoken about what happened at all, I haven't discussed
it with either John or Emma. I don't know whether anything like
it will ever happen again, or whether it was just one of those
golden moments that come along out of the blue never to be
repeated. The only thing I do know is that for a few short
minutes, we had lived my fantasy, and it felt great.


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