A few months ago I caught a post from a nice husband and wife looking to add a guy to the mix.

I reminded myself how these rarely materialize into anything as I punched out a quick response to them, expecting silence on the other end.

What I got instead of silence was a night to remember with a salacious Filipina.

After exchanging some pleasantries with the husband, we agreed to meet out in public first, which I’m always interested in doing. He was quietly in charge from start to finish.

They showed up and got some drinks. We sat chatting for a few minutes, her next to me at his request. It was the height of sundress season^tm here in LA, and she was cute in that short flowery dress in that shy, reserved way that makes me squirm to keep my dick from jumping out.

We decided to get some groceries next door; standard MFM pregame activities. They got something from the dairy aisle or something. To be honest, the only thing I was focused on was the absolute swimming pools this girl had for dimples. My kryptonite.

I stood outside with F while M checked out, checking her out and doing everything I could to hide the bulge slowly snaking down my leg, expanding as her breasts were just begging to be let loose from that flimsy dress.

M rejoins us in the parking lot and after a long moment asks F “do you want to bring him back to the house?”

A shy nod from her sealed the deal.

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I parked, walked up and knocked on the door. M was meandering around and I joined F on the couch. We whispered some things and let hands roam for a few minute, with conversation between all three of us interspersed throughout. The whole thing was oddly comfortable from the get go.

At this point I’ve already got her down on her knees in my mind when M has her stand up and releases her dress from the top, letting it fall down to her waist. slut mode activated

We made out, I took those perfect breasts in my mouth and buried a hand under what was hanging on of her dress to feel her wet slit. No panties the whole time, and she was dripping. It was clear that she had been instructed on how to be properly used by another cock.

After some additional foreplay (which she totally didn’t need) I ran my fingers through her hair and asked her if she wanted to get fucked.

We started her off on her back on the couch. She was a good girl and held eye contact while I used her hole in multiple positions, while M forced this shy fuckdoll to slowly emerge from her shell. She quietly moaned as she got stretched like the cocksleeve she admitted to being during our second encounter.

After I’d used her, we finished her off with M putting her on all fours and she pogoed back and forth with my fingers in her pussy and his cock in her mouth. She got some praise for this.

And just like that, I dipped. I’m sure they had fun after I left, and we met again soon after that… but that’s another story.

She wrote a story from her perspective… but I’m not telling you where to find it 😉