For the down and dirty, skip ahead to ***

Just about a year ago, I found out that we were going to be travelling to the UK and I thought it would be a great opportunity to live out one of our fantasies—a MFM threesome. At this point, my husband and I had been fucking a lovely young woman for a few months, but had only discussed having a MFM. On a whim, I posted an ad on Reddit and said goodbye to my inbox. By some miracle, I weeded through the junk messages and started chatting with Declan. As one would expect from a proper British gentleman, the conversation was pithy and fun. My husband and I decided to meet up with Declan while we were in London.

The day we were supposed to meet him, I was a ball of nerves. We had decided to meet at a pub a couple of blocks from our hotel and I considered cancelling more than once. With reassurance from my husband that we could say no at any time, I donned my sexiest panties and most revealing bra and we headed for our date. We walked into the crowded pub and I spotted him immediately—he towered above most of the other bargoers and was as handsome as his photos. Tall, blonde and super fit. After he patiently explained Brexit to us, and we downed a few beers, the three of us decided to head to the hotel.

Ever the gentleman, as we stood in the middle of the room, Declan asked to kiss me. We started making out and from there, we were off to the races. I instantly became the middle of a two-man sandwich with Declan kissing me passionately while my husband rubbed my ass and tits from behind. We quickly undressed and for the first time since marrying my husband, I took another man’s dick in my hand. Curiosity and instinct kicked in and I quickly dropped to my knees, rolled back the foreskin and wrapped my lips around Declan’s veiny cock. It tasted so different from my husband, but I knew instantly that I wanted more.

I moved Declan and my husband to the couch in the room and got on my knees like a dirty slut wife. I serviced both of them, taking turns sucking each into my mouth and testing my gag reflex as I worked them each as far into my throat as possible. While I sucked Declan’s cock, my husband held my hand and stroked himself while encouraging me on. When my mouth was occupied with my husband’s cock, Declan stroked himself while watching. It was honestly the dirtiest, yet most respectful scene I could imagine. With my big tits swaying back and forth, it seemed a shame not to come up for air to enjoy sliding Declan’s long cock between them. It was during the combination titty-fuck/blow job that he called me a “goddess.” Like that won’t forever be emblazoned in my memory. At this point, my pussy was dripping and needed attention, so thankfully one of them—I don’t remember who—told me to kneel on the couch. They each took turns fingering my cunt, while the other put his cock in my mouth. In between mouthfuls, I was begging to be fucked.

Moving me to the bed, my husband asked Declan if he wanted to taste my pussy. He wasted no time lifting my legs and diving in. His face felt so different than my husbands. He was clean shaven (my husband has a full beard) and had sharper features so I could feel every part of his face pressed against my cunt as he eagerly tongue fucked me. My head was on my husband’s leg and he held my hand while watching another man licked my pussy until my back arched, and thighs clamped tightly around Declan’s head. My husband moved me onto my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth while telling Declan to fuck me. I was in total bliss—feeling completely full with two big cocks stuffing me on each end like a porn fantasy. We fucked and sucked for what seemed like an hour, but in reality, I think it was not long at all before Declan unloaded. He sat back and watched me suck my husband’s cock until he shot his load down my throat.

After we cleaned ourselves up, we said good night and then my husband reclaimed my pussy as his own. But that’s another story.