Message-ID: <21602asstr$944086201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: jjj3313260@aol.com (JJJ3313260) Subject: {ASSM} True MFM Story from Joan's Library - pt2 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <19991201142230.29221.00000013@ng-fu1.aol.com> Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 17:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly This is the second part of a 21 page story... broken into four parts. It continues... ... of other guys might be different. I was beginning to really look forward to having us actually invite another guy to join us in our play. I will have to admit that I had second thoughts during this period. “What would my parents or sisters think if they knew what we were planning to do? What would our friends at church, or neighbors think? Was I kidding myself... were we really venturing into a strange perversion?” You may remember that I wrote to you for advice during that time. Your assurances were helpful. Now that I have had some VERY PLEASANT threesome experiences, I KNOW that you were right to put such worries behind me. Info About Us - By the way, I guess I should give the obligatory physical descriptions of me and my husband. I am blond, usually keep my weight at about 130, stand 5’3” in my stocking feet, and have a decent shape (36C, not too hippy, and a typical waist for a woman of 31 with 3 kids). My husband has dark brown hair, a fair amount of body hair (great hairy chest!), has been staying at about 175 lbs the last several years, stands 5’9, and takes care of his body (only a very modest “pot” at his belly, is fairly athletic). As I write this letter (November, 1999), I am 31 and my husband is 34. We have now been married 11 years. As I have told you, my husband travels a lot in his work. He is a technical service rep for a large electronics firm. While we live in Michigan, his work often takes him to Chicago and to various cities along the east coast. I do part-time sales work that allows me to set my own schedule and be flexible on if/when I work. I had already occasionally accompanied my husband on some of his shorter business trips to allow us time together alone, and to give us some mini-vacations. We decided that, at least at first, we should attempt to make our ‘extra partner’ contacts in cities where my husband regularly traveled. We knew he would be having a two-week trip to Chicago, followed a few weeks later by a three-day follow-up trip to the same area. That gave us an idea. We would use some of the advertising ideas you suggested in your J02-HIM file, and further discussed in your story J3-501, to try to locate potential males in the Chicago area for our first MFM. Then my husband could meet with the better ‘prospects’ during his two-week stay, in the hopes of finding a guy we could both meet when I joined him on his later three-day trip. We had gotten a PO box, and had subscribed to an Internet Service under an anonymous name, so we placed a couple ads in Chicago area adult publications my husband had found on an earlier trip. We even posted an ad on the “Alt.Sex Wanted” portion of the Internet. I could not believe all the e-mail notes and letters we received. Many of the guys wanted pictures of us... well, really, pictures of me. At first I said “No!” But then my husband got a Polaroid camera and demonstrated that he could take some sexy pictures of me that in no way revealed my face or identity. One Saturday night I agreed to let him give it a try, if he assured me that I could destroy any that I did not like, and that I would have control and safekeeping of all the photos until they were sent out. We had fun that night. He told me to pretend that my first ‘extra guy’ was sitting in a chair in the room, watching as he took increasingly revealing pictures of me. That image in my mind tended to make me really hot! I started by letting him get some shots of me in my favorite lingerie. Then, as I began getting really turned-on, he started snapping a variety of nude shots, some with me playing with myself. Then I insisted on taking some photos of him... so we would have some for sending to future ‘extra gal’ prospects. He stripped to his jockey shorts and did some crazy poses before he slid the shorts down and let me get some shots of his cock and balls. My husband’s erect ‘endowment’ is probably of average size (slightly over 6” long and a 5” circumference... we measured it), and it was absolutely rigid as I snapped several pictures of it. When I finished, we immediately put his cock to good use! Later we sorted through the pictures and promptly burned the ones that accidentally showed one of our faces or some other identifying detail. We have a color photocopier in my husband’s home office, and we made color photocopy reproductions of some of the best pictures of me. That’s not the best quality, but we decided that would have to do. We weren’t about to send them out for someone else to make copies. We also scanned a couple of them into our computer to use as attachments for replies to the e-mail messages. Over the next several days we spent a few hours each night responding to the letters and e-mail messages. That was really an erotic experience too. My husband wrote the basic reply letter that we reproduced (with variations) over and over to the various guys... and I generally added my own, personal PS. Naturally there were many guys to whom we simply wrote, “Thanks, but No Thanks.” Before it was time for my husband’s two-week trip to Chicago, we had received 11 letters and 3 e-mail messages from Chicago-area guys who all seemed like reasonable ‘maybes,’ and who gave my husband ways to reach them while in the Chicago area. The day after he reached Chicago he began making contacts. Each night he would call me with his reports. First Actual Meetings With Those Potential “Extra Guys” - He met with a few of the guys twice, sharing more of my pictures, and gaining more information about them. By the end of the two weeks he had located two guys he was sure I would like, and a third (somewhat older) who might also be a prospect. He had managed to get all three of them to send a photo of themselves back for me to see. That night... between him being gone for two weeks, and the photos, and all the interesting stories he had to tell... we fell into bed and made mad passionate love for over an hour. I had a roaring-good climax, and he shot a big load inside of me just after I reached my own peak of pleasure. We made arrangement for someone to stay with the kids for the days we would be gone, and we were almost giddy as we waited for the day to arrive to fly to Chicago. My husband had phoned all three of the guys to make arrangements to individually have drinks with them, so I could meet them personally... on a no-commitment-basis. I listened in on the extension phone, so I could hear their voices. We arrived early on a Thursday afternoon, so we could schedule three different times/places for meeting with the three guys all on our first day. We met the first guy right at O’Hare Airport. He had a membership at one of the airlines’ VIP Club, so we joined him there at the appointed time. This was the older guy. We found a back corner and ordered some drinks. He was a gentleman, and quite attractive, but I wasn’t feeling totally comfortable. He appeared to be a successful businessman, and presented himself in a friendly professional manner, but I just didn’t feel drawn to him... and I thought I should be. My husband and I had some pre-arranged signals that enabled me to let him know I was not real enthusiastic about this guy. We cut things short, telling him we had to get to a business meeting, and my husband told him he would give him a call later. We grabbed a cab for downtown Chicago. During the ride downtown, I was able to verbalize my lack of enthusiasm for this first guy. My husband agreed, and we mentally marked him off. Although my husband did give him a courtesy “No thanks” call the next day. Our First Threesome - After we checked in at the hotel, we went down to the bar in the lobby. The second guy, much younger than the first, was waiting for us. He was Martin, an attractive professional guy who let us know right up front that he was married. That was not a problem to me or my husband... maybe a plus. Martin had a winning smile as he talked. After about 30 minutes of very amiable conversation, my husband suggested that we all take a dip in the hotel pool. Martin told us he didn’t have a suit... but my husband promptly told him that he had brought an extra suit... for just such a situation. Martin eagerly accepted. We all went back up to our hotel room and changed into the swim wear. Both Martin and my husband gave me a little ‘grab-ass’ attention, but neither of them tried to get anything started at that time. We headed for the pool. The time we spent in the pool and whirlpool gave us additional opportunity to get to know each other. It seems that over the past few years, Martin had been invited by two other couples to share some threesome experiences with them on a number of occasions. So, Martin was totally at ease with the things two guys and one gal could do together in bed. I began to get turned-on! Soon we headed back to our room. On the way up in the elevator, I let my husband know of my state of arousal by discretely placing my hand on his swim suit and grasping his hard-on. As soon as the hotel room door was closed behind us, my husband suggested, “Honey, why don’t you help Martin get out of that wet swim suit.” Martin was smiling again... and with a gleam in my eye, I bent over and yanked his suit to the floor. Martin’s beautiful cock sprung out... hard and ready! He promptly untied the two side ties on my bikini bottom and let it fall to the floor. I continued to stand there, somewhat unsure what to do next, and I felt my husband untying the string that kept my top in place. My husband whisked it away and planted a kiss on my nearest breast. Meanwhile, Martin had gotten on his knees in front of me, and was beginning to bury his face in my crotch. I was glad we had just come from the pool, and I was reasonably ‘fresh.’ Still standing there, I spread my legs a bit... while studying my husband’s face for any possible signs of disapproval. There were none... just a big grin. Martin put his hands on my bare buns and drew me tighter against his face. I felt his tongue begin to explore my upper thighs and clit. Then it hit! I felt his tongue press between my pussy lips... and up inside me. My legs almost gave out as shudders of pleasure coursed through my body. Soon we were all three on the king-sized bed, and my husband had left his wet suit on the floor too. I just closed my eyes and basked in the numerous sensations of pleasure that flowed through me as the guys kissed and caressed my nude body. That must have gone on for at least 15 minutes. Eventually I reached out and took each of their hard cocks in each of my hands... stroking them as they kissed and played with me. Martin’s cock was about the size and thickness of my husband’s, but it felt veinier. Martin stood up and gently grabbed hold of my legs, drawing me toward the foot of the bed. My husband rearranged himself on the bed next to me, and smiled at me just before saying, “Babe, this is it! You are about to feel the cock of another man up inside you!” Then he kissed me as Martin lifted my legs over his shoulders on either side of his head. My husband lifted himself up slightly by my side, and watched as Martin placed the head of his hard cock between my spread legs, and against my pussy. I lifted my head and watched too... just as Martin began to press himself into my very wet pussy. A quiver of pleasure passed through my body as I realized that the cock of a guy other than my husband was beginning to explore the inner walls of my wet, hot pussy! Martin slowly pressed his way in as I laid back and closed my eyes. I guess I was already responding to him by thrusting my hips up against his invading tool. I felt my husband lean back over me and take one of my nipples into his mouth as Martin’s cock reached the bottom of my pussy channel. Martin just held himself deep inside me for a minute or two before saying, “God you feel good inside!” With my eyes now wide open, looking directly up at Martin over my husband’s head, I studied the obvious pleasure on Martin’s face. “I’m going to fuck you at least twice this afternoon,” Martin told me. “Later I will want to lay next to you with my cock slowly moving inside your velvety folds for a long period of time. But this first time I am going to fuck you hard and fast... to unload the pent-up contents of my over-stimulated balls.” Having heard that pronouncement, my husband rolled to my side and leaned on an elbow as Martin began his cock’s withdrawal and assault on my grasping pussy. He wasn’t kidding. This first time was a vigorous, pounding ‘fuck’ that caused my body to twist and thrust back at him as his thrusts grew more and more insistent. My head suddenly twisted toward my husband. “Oh baby... it feels so good!” I told him. He told me later that my body tensed up with each of Martin’s deep drives, and my face contorted in obvious pleasure. “I’m going to cum... already. Martin... your cock is making me feel wonderful!” I heard myself saying. Moments later I felt my body convulse in an orgasm that nearly caused me to black out... it felt so good. I know my pussy must have contracted tightly around Martin’s cock, but he kept on pounding in and out of it. Another wave of pleasure washed through me as I felt Martin pick up speed... and felt his cock engorge with pre-explosion tension. Then he jammed his cock very deep inside me and held himself there while his nuts quickly emptied themselves of their hot liquid. My pussy felt extraordinarily hot... and I felt Martin’s juice spray against the walls of my cervix and ooze out around his softening cock. As Martin fully pulled out and laid my legs on the bed, my husband wrapped me in his arms and gave me a deep tongue kiss... drawing me tightly against him. Moments later I was laying on my back, and the two guys had again positioned me up on the middle of the bed, and were cuddling me from both sides. Each had one of my nipples in their mouth as my mind began to regain its senses. ‘Wow! That had been wonderful,” I thought to myself. I put my arms around the shoulders of the two guys and drew them tightly against me as they sucked and licked my nipples. ‘My first MFM!’ I thought. I had to admit to myself that it had been a really good experience! After a few minutes my husband rolled me toward Martin, and he was busily working behind me, working his very hard cock between my wet thighs and into my hot pussy. Martin took advantage of the fact that I was facing him, and began to give my face and lips a series of gentle kisses... as my husband began to pump in and out of me from behind. This story is continued in "True MSM Story from Joan's Library - pt3 Or you can e-mail me direct (JJJ3313260@AOL.COM) for the entire story and/or for a copy of my 50+ list of "extra guy" stories... mostly by women, mostly true. Love, Joan -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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