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Our First MFM

Earlier at the Tiki Bar, a couple had recommended that we go to the Garden of Eden. We asked the bartender and he wrote down the address for us. As we moved down the street, Tom pulled the paper from his pocket and checked, "This is the right address but the sign says Bull and Whistle." There was a nice sounding band playing so we went in, sat at the bar and ordered drinks. Tom asked the bartender, "Is this the Garden of Eden." "No, upstairs" and she pointed to along stairway. It was an old building with 16 or maybe 20 foot ceilings. We finished our drinks, and walked up the long flight of old, wood stairs.

It was another bar with a pool hall. Before ordering drinks, Tom asked, "Is this the Garden of Eden?" The response was the same. "No, upstairs" and he pointed to another set of stairs so up we went. At the top of stairs was a sign, Garden of Eden. As we reached the top, we realized it was a roof top and people we dancing topless and some of the guys were even nude. "Oh, I really want to do this I blurted out. Do we have to pay first or what?" Tom, always cautious, said that we should walk in and see what is going on first. We found a seat on a bench along the edge of the dance floor. Lot's of people were dancing to a DJ. Some were dressed but most were not. Women had shed their dresses, tops, skirts and bras and were dancing in just the thong or bikini underwear. Top went over to the bar to get us a drink. He had to shoulder his way in between topless women and nude men. A nude guy came over and sat next to me. I told him that my boyfriend was there and he said he would move as soon he came back. I looked at his body, lean, with a long dick but not aroused. As soon as Tom headed back the guy moved.

I sipped a couple of drinks, jumped up and said, "I'm going to do this," as I started to pull my dress off. I had worn a short, sexy little dress our first night in town. Tom had kidded me as we came up the stairs that all of those guys down behind us could see my bare ass. Tom said, "Honey, you can't. Look at those other women. However minimum, they all have some type of underwear on. If I remember right, you are totally naked underneath that dress. You don't want to be the only girl out there showing your bare pussy." He was right. "Okay, but we are coming back tomorrow night, I'll wear a little thong."

The next day, the same couple that told us about the Garden of Eden was there on the topless beach. Later, at the Tiki bar, they started talking to us. They lived in Detroit and we lived in Chicago. I told them the story about the Garden of Eden, and that I wanted to go back tonight and dance naked. They invited us to join them, another couple and a male friend that evening. We did, and all had fun hitting the bars, strip joints. At at bar, after a song, the lead singer said, girls, show me your tits. Paula did and uncharacteristically, I joined in. She must had a healthy pair of Ds; they made my 34Cs look small.

We ended up at Garden of Eden. At one point, we noticed Paula, topless, dancing with a soldier from the local base. I was dancing with Tom in just my thong underwear. Paula introduced us to the soldier who said he had just returned from the Middle East. Tom commented that it was patriotic of her, dancing naked and all with the soldier. But, we didn't see Jim around. Later, Tom and I left and saw Jim at the bar on the lower level. We hit a couple of more bars and headed back to the hotel. Soldier boy was just leaving the building. We wondered why he had been there. Tom said, "I saw them over in the corner there; I thought maybe she was giving him a blow job or jerking him off but apparently she took him back to the room. Wonder what they are into?"

A few weeks later on a Friday, we get a text. "It's from that couple we met in Key West," Tom tells me. "They want to meet us at some half-way point this weekend." Tom comments, "Where? Saugatuck would be fun but that is way not half way. Ann Arbor might be good but way too far for us." Tom texts back, "Some specific town? What for?" Tom reads the response. "Paula is bi, I'm not." Tom looks at me. "See, I told you they were swingers, she was with that soldier boy. Jim must enjoy watching or something." Tom sends a text back. "So, we would just watch the girls play or what?" "We all get into a king size bed and see what happens," is the replay from Michigan.

We look at each other. "Do you want to do this?" we ask one another. "I am just not into women," I reply. "I mean, maybe she could do me but I'm not going to go down on her." "What about Jim," Tom asks. "Oh, I would do Jim," I reply. "He is really sexual. You know he played with my ass in Florida." "No, when did he do that?" Tom asked. "Well, remember when that Joe guy kind of got lost at the strip club. He went to look for him and Jim moved over behind me and started gently touching my ass," I replied. "You mean he had his hand on your ass? What did you do?" Tom wondered. "Well, it kind of started on my ass, then started rubbing and squeezing and then pulled up the back of my skirt and started probing. You came back and he was still doing it. I thought you knew" I answered. "So, you didn't try to stop him or anything?" asked Tom. "Well, no, why would I? You always tell me to be sexy. In fact, when you got back, I purposely put my hand on the rail, so I could raise my ass up and that's when his finger went in" I explained. "He fingered you?" Tom exclaimed. "Yes, it was going in deeply and out again pretty much from just after you and Joe returned until we left" I answered. "That explains a lot," Tom laughs. Tom texts back, "We have to talk about this, it's new for us." A few hours of discussion and we text back, "We decided no but hope to see you again anyway."

A couple of weeks later, we get a phone call from Jim. He is in Chicago on business. We decide to meet at his hotel bar for drinks. In Key West, I was casual. Now, I get dressed up: short little purple dress that shows cleavage, six inch heels, tan legs, thong undies and no bra. As we start to leave, Tom tells me that I need to change the undies, you can see the lines from behind. Standing at the door, I just slip them off and toss them onto the couch. For some reason, the thought of meeting Jim again made me tingle. Maybe it was because I knew he was sexually interested in me and apparently much more experienced. After all, his text in some sense was asking Tom if he could fuck me. We arrive at the bar. He is not there. We ordered drinks and got a text that he was running late, at a dinner with a client. We wondered whether he was bringing the client. We were on our 2nd round when he arrived, alone. We talked, small talk, the three of us on bar stools, me in the middle. My dress was short, showing a lot of thigh. The small talk went on but then Jim got around to their text invitation to us. I defensively apologized. "We like you two, and enjoyed our time together and I like Paula's wildness. Look, I mean I would do you in a minute; I'm just not into girls. I've never done one and can't imagine it." His hand went on to my thigh as he said he understood and apologized for having approached us so early in our relationship.

Jim started to lead us through the discussion of swinging, using examples and asking, for example, whether a foursome without girl on girl activity would be okay. His hand stayed on my thigh, his fingers wondering around a bit. This was similar to the discussion Tom and I had the day of the invite. I responded to Jim, "Possibly, doing another guy would be okay if it's okay with Tom and I'm sure doing Paula would be fine with him. I mean, how does it work? Do we we just switch partners, you do me and Jim does Paula? Or are we all playing together?"

Jim's hand was rubbing the inside of my thigh now, sliding up, under the skirt a bit and back down. It was working; I was getting turned-on a bit. I could feel pussy girl coming alive a bit. During the discussion, I had twisted my bar stool to face him more. Tom asked for clarification, "So you would have no trouble fucking Jim while I did Paula?"

"Well, I guess I have some concerns of whether I would be jealous of you doing Paul but, yes, I would fuck or suck Jim in New York minute" I answered. From behind me, Tom's hands had moved to either side of my ass, gently squeezing, rubbing with his fingers. Now, he was gripping my hips from behind, discretely sliding my dress up higher. My legs were crossed so I was sure that even at that height of the dress, he could not see my shaved girl parts. I uncrossed my legs and parted them slightly to give him a quick view. Jim accepted the invitation but quickly slid his hand higher so now his fingers would gently brush against my pussy lips as the hand continued its up and back motion. Tom confessed that thought of seeing me do another man turned him on somewhat and participating all the while was even more of a turn on. Jim's fingers, Tom's words and the thought of Tom sliding my dress up and exposing me to another man made me bite my lips with excitement. I could picture myself on top, riding some guy's dick, rubbing my nipples watching Tom get turned on. Jim suggested, "Try baby steps. Start with an MFM." "Me and two guys," I asked. Hmmm, that worked for me.

I really loved to be fucked. My deceased husband had gotten cancer when he was still in his mid-thirties and died 6 years later. The treatments made him impotent, not just unable but totally uninterested in sex. He knew I was very sexual and told me to go out and discretely take care of my needs but I didn't. I did without for 6 long years but I masturbated a lot and fantasized when I did. I fantasized about being fucked, being taken by men going to a bar and being r*ped by multiple men while lying across the bar, one guy, then another and another. Of course I would do two guys at once.

Tom had said that watching me or watching and doing would be a turn-on. None of us saw any issues with that. I had said, yes, I would do that. Tom said, sure, that would be a good start, but asked Jim, "How do we find another guy to join us?" Jim said, "let's do it now. I would be glad to kind of walk you two through it." Tom and I looked at each other. I said, "Let's do it, I'm in." We all went up to his to Jim's hotel room.

As we rode up the elevator, I envisioned myself as a hooker going to a hotel room with two guys. My mind raced through the porn movies I had seen with one girl doing two guys. That was going to be me. Once in the room, Jim suggested that Tom and I get started and he join in once we were comfortable with his presence. Tom told Jim, let's all just get started. I kissed Tom and then kissed Jim, both big wet kisses, lots of tongue sucking on my part, reaching down and squeezing their dicks while I did. Both guys had nice erections already. While I was kissing Jim, Tom pulled my dress down over my shoulders exposing my bra-less breasts.

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Jim immediately headed down to my nipples. Tom took off his pants and so I turned and went down on my knees and began sucking. Jim's pants went down so I turned to him. His dick was shorter but much fatter than Tom's. I brought them closer together, side-by-side so I could more easily suck one and then the other, moving back and forth as I had seen in the movies. They were both rock hard already. I tried to take both dicks in my mouth but that didn't seem to work. I moved down and took Jim's balls in my mouth while I stroked Tom's dick. We moved into bed and Tom went down on me. He was very good, flicking his tongue in and out. Jim brought his dick up, put his knees on either side of my head and I began to suck it wondering what Tom would think when he saw another guy's dick in my mouth. I wanted it to turn him on so I sucked it hard and took it down deep. Jim had taken my cue and now was thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth. I liked it, my head was bent down, I couldn't escape his thrusting in and out of my mouth and down into my throat. It was as if I was being taken.

Tom's tongue got me to orgasm and now Tom's hard dick entered deep inside me with hard thrust that me made me think that he was good with it all. Jim was a mouthful in terms of his thickness but not so long as to hit my gag reflex as Tom sometimes does. I enjoy being taken, being forced. Jim came in my mouth and like a good girl, I just kept sucking. Tom had commented when we watch porn that the really nasty girls were the ones that sucked it all down and I wanted to make him proud; I knew he wanted me to be a really nasty girl. Also, I saw that as far more preferable then getting a facial. Jim pulled his chubby dick out and I sucked his balls and slowly stroked his dick to get the last few drops out. Tom fucked me and came inside. When he pulled out, I went down and sucked out the remaining cum and then went back and took Jim in my mouth, gently sucking and kissing. That was it, my first MFM was done. I was a true slut now. We all hugged and Tom and I left.

In the elevator on the way down, I felt like a hooker who had just fucked a client. I liked the way it felt; I had a new sense of self-confidence. In the cab, we both talked about it. The cabbie got an ear full. Tom tried to sssh me so he couldn't hear the discussion but I was quite proud of it all, like doing the walk of shame the morning after, everyone knowing from your dress and heels that you weren't just going for a morning walk; rather you had gotten picked up and fucked all night. Tom said he liked it; he never realized how good I looked when I was sucking until he had time to just pull back and watch. "You really go after it with enthusiasm. I never realized how much it turns you on." I loved the attention, the hotness of the whole thing. In response to his question, "Yea, I would do it again in a nanosecond," I told him. I thought about it, I hoped it would be soon.