Message-ID: <18783eli$9901220023@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jjj3313260@aol.com (JJJ3313260) Subject: JOAN'S TRUE MFM STORIES - Karen's Story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990101162641.13864.00005582@ng-fb2.aol.com> My name is Joan. I am the happy “F” in a long-term, committed MFM relationship with my guys... Bob and Tim. Because I thoroughly enjoy the special sexual pleasures a female can experience when she has two male lovers, I have developed a ‘Library’ of true stories that I have received over the years from other women who have opened themselves to the MFM lifestyle. Following is one such story... resulting from 13 letters received from Karen and her husband... for a total of 39 pages. It is a true story. Because of space limitations, only letters 1 - 4 are included here. E-Mail me for the rest. I haven't learned yet how to attach files to these postings. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, write to me with your comments (that I can pass on to Karen and her husband), and request a copy of my listing of stories that I have available to share with you (FREE - no strings attached). I can receive your E-Mail at JJJ3313260@AOL. By the way, even though this (and all my material) has a .TXT extention, it is really prepared to be best read through an MS Word or Works word processing program. Women and couples... I look forward to receiving your stories too. Love, Joan Letters From Karen Karen is a woman in her early 50s. She has agreed to share some highlights of her sex life... through a series of letters... with my readers. The stories are all TRUE! They begin when she had just graduated from high school... about 27 years ago. Some of the stories deal with pre-marriage experiences she had. Then there were 12 years of monogamous married life with her husband Bob. When Bob and Karen began to honestly share their fantasies and past sexual adventures, they decided to open their life to the exploration of MFM threesome fun and more recreational sex or "sport fucking" as Karen calls it. Jim (four years younger than them) was the first threesome partner Karen and Bob invited into their life. They had been friends for about two years before Bob set things up for Jim to join him in "multiplying Karen's pleasure." Due to their age difference, in her later reports, Karen kiddingly refers to Jim as her "toy boy." Karen would welcome letters from other women with reactions, questions, comments and related stories. You may write to her care of me..... Joan, JJJ3313260@AOL.COM. Letter #1 - A Little Background Hi Joan - Glad to hear from you. I hardly know where to start. I've never had a friend I could talk to about my experiences, and have often wondered if anyone else has had similar experiences. My name is Karen and it sounds as if we have much in common. I am in a committed relationship, and have been married 30-plus years. I have found the stories you have provided to be most interesting. My husband and I think that whatever works for a person should not be judged by anyone else. There are so many lonely people in this world, and everyone should be loved. Judgmental people drive me up the wall. What may work well for me might not be suitable for anyone else. So long as nothing is hurtful, it's nobody's business. I love reading other people's stories and knowing we are not alone in the ways we enjoy sex. I know we have lived in a way that some would consider dangerous, but for my husband and me, it has improved our relationship and made us closer as we have shared so much. We understand, accept and have a mutual respect for each other. When the girl in one of your stories told her husband how much she loved him for giving her that experience, I knew how she felt. I told Bob exactly the same thing after we enjoyed fulfilling our MFM threesome fantasy the first time. I loved it, and I knew how much he loved me... and I told him so. That will be in my story. To answer you, no, the two guys with whom we had threesomes with never met or knew each other. That will unfold in the stories. And the relationships did not go on simultaneously. They both lasted over a number of years. We are still involved in the second relationship and meet still occasionally. There is so much to relate. Joan, I am not quite 20 years older than you are, so I've had more time to have experiences. I can appreciate the love and care you and your guys can give to your children... and that is special (see Joan's story - #JL-104.TXT). Bob always felt he did not have enough time for his family... especially his boys, because he was working all the time. He did spend time with them though, and has always been a wonderful father. I love to write my stories in a frank way... and I can see from reading yours, my words will not offend you. >From reading letters in Penthouse, and some of the erotic stories on the Net, I have learned there are as many unique lifestyles as there are people. I will give you some background about me. I was raised in a strict, Christian home. I always had a strong sex drive and I dated a lot in high school. I am just over 5 ft. tall and in those years, quite skinny. I loved to park and neck and roll around with guys, but I never let it go any further. I started to date Bob at 18, just after high school. He has been a great husband and soul mate, and he is the reason why I blossomed sexually. A couple years after we were married, he shared with me his favorite fantasy of doing a threesome with another man. For 10 years we talked about it... and I had greatly-mixed emotions. I did not understand why he would want to share me, and I was afraid it might make him too jealous and ruin our relationship. I also did not know anyone I would be interested in doing something like this with. We are both well-educated, and we are financially comfortable. We are also well known and active in our community. After 10 years of marriage, we moved to Austin, Texas. Through Bob's job, he met and became very good friends with Jim, a salesman who called on him. Jim was the guy we eventually did our first threesome with. I am not the kind of person who could do this with a stranger. It turns me on to go out with two guys who are well-dressed. I like the build-up of sexual attraction. With Jim, the sexual tension built over the next year. I could tell I really turned him on, and he had the same effect on me. I shared with Bob that if he was really serious about his fantasy, I could do it with Jim. I like men who are tall and well-built with wide shoulders and nice butts... and Jim fit the bill. Bob and I had some great sexual times as we mentally explored this fantasy for about six months. Bob now had to re-examine his feelings... now that he was faced with the possibility that his fantasy might happen. I knew Jim was not he kind of guy I could fall in love with, he was just a sexual turn-on. Bob was the first man I did anything really sexual with. He taught me everything from French kissing to fucking. I always had a strong sexual drive, and I don't believe any man could keep up with me. Bob always said if I had two guys, I would love it... and really get satisfied. I love all aspects of sex, and have learned the difference between sex for love and "sport-fucking." I learned that if sex is going to be fun, it ought to be dirty... and the dirtier the better. I often wonder about the kind of fantasies I have, and if other women have them too. For instance, sometimes I get so hot I just think about a cock and how soft the skin is... and how hot it gets when hard. I love to feel a cock grow hard when I hold it and when I suck it... and feel it get hard in my mouth. I love to rub a man's balls. I really get off on the feeling of power I get, especially when I jack-off a man. I love to watch a cock respond, and watch the head get wet... and then squirt when he comes. I don't do this often, as I hate to waste a good hard-on. I like to fuck a cock more than just jack-off a cock and watch. However, that is one of my favorite masturbatory fantasies. Over the past 20 years, we have had two guys in our lives with whom we have enjoyed regular threesomes. These threesomes have really added to our own sex lives. Both guys lived in other cities. We usually got together between two to four times a year, just depending on circumstances. I have found that I love the feeling of two mouths, four hands and two cocks. I have nice breasts. They are very sensitive, and my nipples are prominent with large aureole. I love to have them sucked on. Having both breasts licked and sucked at the same time makes me SO hot. I'll tell you a lot more as our story unfolds. If you have time, drop me a note about you and your particular situation I have had a few "erotic" pen-pals, but men don't seem to be too interested in that sort of thing. Bob also has had a few women he corresponded with and shared stories, but nothing like what we have done. Looking forward a lot to sharing experiences with you. Karen Letter #2 - Our First Threesome Experience Let me tell you about my first MFM threesome. I hardly know where to start. I've never before had a friend I could talk to about this, and I enjoy this opportunity to share our story. Bob and I had been married about 10 years, and we had often discussed his fantasy of watching me fuck another guy. At first I was not receptive, but eventually I became more comfortable with the idea. There was no particular guy in mind, but we met Jim and we all became good friends. Jim called on Bob about once a month. At those times we would all go out to dinner or have Jim come to our place for dinner. I found Jim to be very attractive and sexy, but I knew he was nobody I would ever run away with. He was between marriages, a big flirt, and had a good sense of humor. When I finally told Bob that I wanted to fulfill our fantasy with Jim, we began to plan how we would make it happen. This added to our shared sexual stimulation, because Jim didn't suspect what we had in mind. It was clear Jim found me very attractive, and the sexual chemistry grew more tense each time we were all together. However, I didn't know how he might respond to a situation like we had in mind. Jim lived in Houston and came to Austin for a visit in March, along with a trainee. That evening we all went to dinner... and Bob drove. We went to a small town about 25 miles away. On the way back, I got into the back seat with Jim "to visit," I said. That left Jim's trainee in the front seat with Bob. The road was dark, and nobody could see into the back seat. I sat very close and put my hand on his leg. As we all talked and laughed, I slowly moved my hand up to Jim's crotch. He got a hard-on, and I rubbed him as we rode along. He was very nervous. At first he tried to push me away... but I kept coming back. He was very turned-on and nervous, and surprised... and I was really enjoying this. Obviously nothing more could happen that night. Bob knew in advance what I was going to do. Poor Jim hardly knew how to act when we got back to the house. Jim and his trainee left, and Bob and I had a great night of fucking as we discussed what had happened in the back seat. Jim had to be very torn, as he didn't want to screw up a good relationship... to say nothing about business. On his visit in April he was nervous, but friendly. We just had a social evening, and I acted like nothing had happened. In May there was a business meeting in Houston, and Jim was going to be there. I went with Bob and we made plans to have dinner with Jim. We were all dressed up and went to a nice restaurant where we had a great time. Then we went back to Jim's place "to have a drink" and to visit. I wore my sexiest dress. It split up the front, and its top was cut very low. I did not wear a bra. When I sat down, my dress split apart and showed a lot of leg. I knew it would be very easy to take off. We talked for awhile, then Bob made an excuse to run to the store for some snacks. I could tell Jim was very nervous, being left alone with me. I asked him to freshen my drink. When he got up to refresh my drink, I followed him into the kitchen and stood very close. While standing next to him, looking into his eyes, I blurted it out! I told him how I thought he was very sexy... and that Bob and I had a fantasy to do a threeway with him... and I asked how he felt about that. He was so turned-on that his hands were actually shaking. He told me how much I turned him on too. I said, "Why don't you kiss me?" He took me in his arms, and he started necking with me while we were standing in the kitchen. Then I took his hand and led him back into the living room and we sat down on the couch. He wanted to be sure this is what we wanted to do... and be reassured that Bob would not be angry. I just kissed him... and very soon his hand was on my breast. We were really getting hot and heavy when Bob came back in the door. This had been our plan... to allow me some time to get the ball rolling. When Bob walked in on us, Jim got nervous, but Bob reassured him that this was what we both wanted to happen... and that all was OK. By this time my dress was partially open, and one breast was out. Bob sat on the couch next to me (opposite side from Jim)... and then we really got into it. My dress was soon totally open One guy would be kissing me, and both of my tits were being rubbed and caressed. I was rubbing a hard cock with each hand... and shortly, both of their dicks were out of their pants. At this point I suggested we head for the bedroom. We got on the bed with me in the middle, and slowly shed all of our clothes. What an incredible feeling to have all that bare male skin touching my body... with four hands, two mouths and two cocks to play with. It was overwhelming to me and took my breath away. I was so hot and my pussy was so wet. Both nipples were being sucked and licked... being rubbed all over... fingers were in my pussy... I was being kissed by two guys! The guys were nervous, and they kept getting soft and then hard... and then soft again. We must have played like that for quite awhile. I love foreplay! Sometimes I would have to just take a break to catch my breath. I would suck one cock and play with the other. Sometimes one guy would just lay back and take a break and watch. I remember getting on my knees between them and stroking each cock while I caught my breath... and telling them how much I was loving this. Jim's cock was different than Bob's. It was shorter and much thicker. Finally I got on top of Jim and slid his cock into my pussy while Bob stood beside me. As soon as I felt Jim's cock within me, I started sucking on my husband's cock as he watched. What a turn-on for me. Jim made me stop after a few minutes, because he was getting close to coming. I laid down next to Jim, and my husband fucked me missionary-style for awhile. I hung my head over the edge of the bed, and Jim came around and let me suck him. His balls were bigger than Bob's. I rubbed and fondled them as I was sucking his cock. As Bob watched me do this, he came off! After he had filled my pussy and withdrew, Jim came around and immediately got onto the bed, positioned himself above me, and started fucking my pussy. His cock felt great because it was so thick, even though he couldn't go as deep as Bob. Bob just watched me getting fucked by Jim. I could tell he was loving the scene, having his fantasy come true. I absolutely didn't want anybody to wear rubbers, as I love having that feeling of a bare cock... and the feeling of having it shoot-off inside me. When Jim came, I could feel the spasming of his dick as it shot its load... and I had a shuddering orgasm. All that come, plus my own juices, had me swimming in wetness. We all rested and relaxed for probably 20 minutes. Jim got a towel from the bathroom. I needed it to wipe up. Then we got going again. This time Bob got so excited as I was stroking both cocks, he just shot-off on the towel. Then I fucked Jim again with me on top. I rode him hard while Bob sucked my tits. I had another great come before Jim shot off again in my pussy. By this time it was after midnight, and we had been playing together for over three hours. We had to leave for home the next day so we all said our good-byes. It had been a beautiful, incredible night! When Bob and I got to the car, I told him how very much I loved him for doing this. That I loved every minute of it. I told him he had been SO RIGHT when he said that if I ever had two guys at the same time, I would love it and get really satisfied. We went right back to the motel. Little did I know... the night was just beginning for us. . Bob got one hard-on after another that night, and he fucked me SIX MORE TIMES! We could not believe it, but each hard-on was as good as the first, and each cum was fantastic. I had more orgasms that night than I had ever had before. I kept track (and I usually don't), but we fucked 20 times in those 3 days. We were both so hot from that night with Jim. Well that's the story of my initiation. I hope you enjoyed it. Lots more to come. Karen Letter #3 - More Background About Karen Hi Joan, I have enjoyed everything you have sent... and draw parallels between Bob and me, you and your guys... and the several women who have sent you their stories. I find certain expressions of feelings that we all share. Also, I took note of some things I could do, and some things I could not do. I don't mean that in a judgmental way... just that certain things are not me. For example, I could never go to a bar and meet a stranger and fuck him later that night. I want the build-up of getting to know someone, and letting that sexual attraction and tension develop. That's why Jim was such a good match for us. You sound like my husband, Bob. You both seem interested in the psychology of why we do what we do... and why certain things turn us on. Perhaps we are just molded by our personal life experiences. By the way, I am just over 5' 2", have reddish-brown hair and green eyes. My legs are short, and usually I weigh around 125 to 130#. Right now I'm about 10# over, and trying to get back down. I think I am pretty, and some people have told me I resemble Susan Hayward. In my pictures, I see it too. I am going to go back to my early 20's, in the early years of our relationship (Bob and mine), to give you some background on maybe why a threesome with another guy became his favorite fantasy. One of your very early exposures to sex was secretely watching your mom have this unique experience with your dad and his brother, so this became part of your sexual history. Do you agree? (NOTE FROM JOAN: Yes! See my story #JL-104.TXT) I also want to tell you that there has never been any sexual play between the men I have been with. It has always been all straight hetero... with full attention on me! That's part of the reason I have always found the experience so overwhelming. When I am with two men at the same time, I am busy... but the guys can individually take a break and watch, which tends to rejuvenate the guy who's watching. All men seem to be such voyeurs, and they really get turned on by watching. I have found that I have to take a break now and then. I noticed the same in the stories you sent me by Susan and Lucy (NOTE FROM JOAN: See stories #J3-105.TXT and #J3-106.TXT). I know some women could never handle relationships that involve two men. A lot of women don't really appreciate sex... are not even interested in developing their sexual potential. I'm sure that's true of some men also. Too many men have three main goals... getting it up, sticking it in, and getting off! End of story. I've had a few girlfriends over the years who wished their man knew how to turn them on. I think every life is a "story" all by itself. Back to why certain things turn us on. Bob has this thing for nipples. He loves breasts that have protruding nipples and large aureole. One night while we were dating, we were at a drive-in movie. No cars were around us, and I was hot. As we were necking and playing, I took off my blouse... and then my bra. It was the first time he had seem my bare tits. To this day, he says that's when he knew he was in love with me. I qualify. My breasts are 36C and my nipples are large with big aureole. "Gorgeous pink..." his description. Why should this be? Who knows. We have gone to quite a few topless clubs over the years, and I've seem him get a hard-on just looking at girls who have his kind of tits and nipples. Also, I agree with you that "different" is not necessarily better. But "new and different" can be very stimulating. The new and different experiences we have had have added much to our relationship, and have made us so much closer... because our sex (when we are alone) is so stimulated by the memories of... and the shared talk about... those experiences. Bob says it turns him on so much to see me so turned-on, and for me to be so wild and dirty and uninhibited. More about this as I send you my stories. Love to all, Karen Letter # 4 - My Earliest Sexual/Sensual Encounters/Experiences Dear Joan - My first sexual experience involved a boy named Ken (not his real name). He lived near the farm where my aunt and uncle lived... and I usually went to visit them for two weeks each summer. I was sweet on him for several of my teen years. The summer I was 16 is when this happened. As you know from my earlier letters, I loved to neck and roll around with guys. This summer was hot. Toward the end of my stay, we went down to a private lake on the farm for a swim, and got to necking in the water. Ken wanted to see my young tits, and play with them... and I could feel his hard dick poking me when he held me close. Finally I agreed to show him my breasts if he would let me see what he was hiding in his trunks. I thought he would chicken out, but he agreed. So I stepped back a few feet and pulled my top down. My boobs weren't very big at that time, but my nipples were large and swollen... and he groaned when he saw them. I could tell he was playing with himself under water and it turned me on more. He stood up in the shallow water and pulled his trunks down. I was amazed at the size and redness of his cock. The purple head just fascinated me. He started stoking his cock while I watched. I enjoyed watching the pleasure on his face. Then his cock started to squirt his white, milky cum and, oh God, did that turn me on. My pussy was so hot and swollen and must have been very wet. After we calmed down and finished our swim, we went back up to the farmhouse. We were both very young and, I think, very embarrassed, as we were both dealing with a bunch of new emotions. Nobody was home, and when he left I went up to my room and took off my swimsuit and laid on the bed and masturbated furiously. I was so damn hot, I must have come-off three or four times thinking about what had just happened. Remember how I wrote the last time that things that happen early in our life set us up mentally for what turns us on later in life? This was one of those defining experiences for me. Two days later Ken came over after supper and we went for a walk in the orchard. We were both dealing with a lot of emotion, and we were very hot for each other. We started necking again when were out of sight. I loved the way he kissed. Eventually we snuck back up in the hay loft and repeated what we had done by the lake. I would not let him touch me, but I played with my hardened nipples while I watched him jack-off again. Again, he squirt come out of the end of his cock. It still turns me on to think about it, and that was over 35 years ago. That gives you background on what comes next. The first time I told Bob that story from my past... it made him so damn hot that he did the same thing (stroked his cock until he shot his juices) for me while I masturbated for him. I watched him come and he never lost his hard-on. Then I came, and he buried his cock in my wet and ready pussy... and we both came off again. What a delicious fuck! We did it a few more times that night too. This next notable event in my sexual development happened some years later while I was dating Bob. The story I am about to tell you is one I had to wait a few years before I could share it with Bob. As I said earlier, Bob was away at college. When he graduated, he took a job out of town to make money and get on his feet before we got married. We had our share of break-ups and fights during this courtship. One of the major reasons I kept coming back was the great sex we shared. At this point in my life, Bob was the only guy I had ever been with in a sexual way. I had a few dates through the years when he was gone, but nothing serious. I was pissed and hurt that he moved away and that he could only get back home about once a month. I would usually go see him once a month for the week-end. I started going out some nights with some girl friends. We usually went to a nearby singles bar. I really enjoy dancing, but I am not much of a drinker. One Friday night I met a guy the other girls knew. I'll call him Lyle. Don't change the name as I hope he reads this... but small chance. Lyle was an instant turn-on for me. Built nice, great butt and he was a cop. We danced, and he bought me a drink, and we talked for awhile. He really was not much of a talker, but he was very sexy looking. He asked for my phone number, and I gave it to him. The next week he called for a date. He could only go out on Thursday night due to his work schedule. I wasn't too happy about this as it was a work night for me, but I decided to go. We went out to a club... dancing and drinking... in a nearby town. By 11 PM we were ready to leave. On the way home he pulled off onto a country lane and parked. We started kissing, but he had a T-bird, and seats were split, so he pulled the front seat forward and we got into the back seat. I was hot and he was sexy, and this was the first guy (other than Bob) I had parked and necked with in about four years. Lyle was about four years older than me... in his mid-20's. An "older man!" That turned me on. We necked and rolled around in the back seat, and we were both getting hotter. He was rubbing my tits through my blouse and feeling may ass and trying to put his hand up my skirt. I was loving this, but knew I did not want to fuck this guy on a first date. Too fast. We started French kissing, and before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed his hard cock and was rubbing it through his pants. He was really pushing to get his hands up my skirt and to get into my pants. Things just kept getting hotter. He had my blouse open and my bra unhooked, and he was rubbing my bare tits and flicking my nipples. He kept saying how he wanted to fuck me. I was getting scared. He didn't even tell me if he had any rubbers, and yet I was getting to the point that I didn't give a shit. By now his pants were unzipped and I had his bare cock in my hand. Finally I asked him if he'd like a blow job. He said, "Oh God, yes!" I unbuckled his pants and he pulled his pants and shorts right down to his ankles. I leaned over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He was really leaking pre-come, and he was in my total control as soon as I put the head of his dick into my mouth. I love cocks and balls... and this was really exciting. I was stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other and sucking his dick. He was groaning and just lost in his ecstasy. He kept telling me how good it felt, and how he wanted to eat my pussy and fuck me with his cock. I just kept rubbing and sucking and I knew he was getting close. He had his shirt open, and I just kept pumping. Pretty soon he started coming. I held his cock so the come shot up on his belly and so I could watch it squirt each drop. He had a good load. He went absolutely nuts when he came off. He was moaning and bucking his hips. Not only did I find it dirty and sexy, it was a real power trip to be able to do that for a man. It never dawned on me until that moment that this was a power trip. That hard dick was for me and I was in total control... and I made it shoot off. He cleaned up with some Kleenex and, shit, he came right back for more. Now his pants were around his ankles and I didn't think his cock would ever got soft. It was poking my belly again. So I grabbed it and started stroking it some more. I got him back on the seat and started sucking his cock and jacking him off again. This time took a little longer. I was amazed at how his cock felt just like Bob's. About the same size for sure. He loved me rubbing his balls and licking up and down the shaft of his cock. Finally things calmed down and his cock got soft. By this time it was almost 2 AM. He took me home and dropped me off. I was so damn horny I went to bed... and, once again, had to bring myself off several times before I could go to sleep. I was very confused. I knew I really loved Bob, but I was so hot and wanted to fuck Lyle badly. The dumb shit never called me again for a date. If he had, I'm pretty sure I would have eagerly fucked him. I did see him a few times at the bar, and he was always nice. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----