Apologies in advance if this is not the appropriate place or flair, first time everything here.

Once a month my wife gives me a hall pass to meet with friends and do "whatever it is that we boys do." I don't know what she thinks we do, and she told me doesn't want to know either.

Usually it doesn't go beyond some drinks, watching a match or UFC, sometimes both. Last night we went to the stadium, Arsenal v. Aston Villa. Beers, a bite after, and a friend of a friend offered me a ride home.

On the way he suggested we went to his place, his gf was away for the weekend, we could grab a beer before UFC. I accepted the beer but told I'd watch the fights at home.

We got there, had a few shots and talked about life, about our partners, somewhat bragging about them. He said he's working on a mff but his gf is a bit reluctant. Asked me if I had tried. I said no, but would be leaning towards a mmf - mostly because my wife is very jealous of other women, but also because I didn't know how to behave with another man in our bedroom.

He said that he could never share his gf with another guy, but wasn't surprised that I would. Convo got a bit more serious, I asked what he meant, and he said that he went out with a couple of guys like me in uni. Like me how, I asked, still a bit shocked to hear of his past. He couldn't give a straight answer- I think he meant men in relationships, on the bi side. Anywho.

After an awkward silence, he asked if I was being serious and if I'd really have the guts to try a mmf. I said yes, I guess. He asked if had any experience with guys. I said no, but how bad could it be. Up to that point it was all banter, but he sobered up and asked if I'd really like to find out.

Awkward silence again. I asked what he meant by that, and he said he could show me the ropes if I serious. I didn't say yes but was super curious, and he noticed it. We spoke about it a bit more, we had a few more shots and I caved, but said no kissing. He agreed, and told me to go get ready pointing to the bathroom - he said that his gf kept a little douche under the sink.

It took me ages to get ready. I of course got cold feet about ten times while in the bathroom. He knocked, asked if I was ok, and started talking to me through the door. I told him I was having second thoughts, and he said that we could talk about it on the sofa.

I finally left the bathroom, thinking how many times his gf did the same for him - or even other guys. I was super horny again, and joined him on the sofa. He said, well, no kissing then? I confirmed. He stood up and unzipped his trousers. He came to me and told me to get him ready. I couldn't believe, it was really happening. He told me to lower his trousers and boxers. I held his cock, and it was fairly bigger than mine. He was pumping against my hand, slowly, but forward, towards my face. I knew what he wants and I wanted it too. I kissed the tip of his cock while working it with my hand, but he wanted my mouth and kept thrusting forward until I sucked his cock for real.

After a while he asked if I was ready. I nodded with his cock in my mouth. Rubber or raw, he asked. I asked for protection, and he seemed a bit annoyed. I wrapped him up and asked him to be generous with the lube, while he turned me on my knees on the sofa. He spat on my behind and stuffed me with a finger, then two. I was loving his fingers but I knew I'd need lube, so I asked again. He ignored me, and positioned his cock over my hole. He spat again and pushed the tip in while holding my hips. I was painful, I was shaking. A gentle and short back and forth for a little while, another spit, and he forced his way in. It was delicious, but it hurt too. I was so overwhelmed. My cock went limp. He noticed, and laughed, while pumping my hole long and slow.

Not long after he was punishing my ass. He gave e a hard, noisy pounding. He was very vocal too. Kept asking what my wife would think if she saw us, and if I'd let him pound her ass too. I said that I'd love to see that. He then said that he'd fuck me exact how he'd do her. From that moment onwards he changed. He has been standing behind me all along, but now he grabbed my hair and mounted me. I thought that we'd break the sofa. He called me all names under the sun, and told me to call him daddy. He was so deep inside of me that I could have called him anything we wanted.

We fucked for a very long time. He spanked me, slapped my face, and fucked my hole in many different positions. At some point I noticed that the UFC had started. I was getting sore and I knew it was super late, but he spanked me hard and told me to shut up and kept pounding me. When he was about to cum he asked ass or face. I definitely wasn't ready for a facial, so I said ass. He pulled out, removed the condom and sprayed on my hole. I was so trashed, I couldn't move. He brought me some tissue and I cleaned myself while he refreshed himself in the bathroom. When he came back I was dressed and somewhat decent.

He asked me if I was ok. I nodded in agreement. He asked if I'd like to do it again someday. I nodded yes. He laughed and asked if we were a thing now. I smiled and nodded again.

He drove me home, I took a shower, and my wife was still asleep. We didn't have sex today - it's 2am and all I can think about is his cock pounding me for hours.