How We Made My MFM Threesome Fantasy Come True: A Personal Swinging Story

Birthday girl between her two presents

Usually, our blog posts are all about the do’s and don’ts of swinging, tips for better communication, or how to handle tricky situations. But today… yikes… we’re stepping way out of our comfort zone. This isn’t a “how-to” or a “top 10 tips” list. This is a true, very real, very personal MFM threesome story — the night one of my biggest fantasies actually happened. We’ve never shared something like this before (deep breath), but I’m doing it because it’s proof that with the right planning, trust, and communication, even the wildest fantasy can feel safe, thrilling, and oh-so-worth it. And let’s just say… this birthday ended with way more than cake.

Our Swinging Journey So Far

Jake and I had been swinging for a couple of years, and we’d made some great connections with a few other couples. That said, there was one fantasy sitting on my “someday” list since the very beginning: a threesome. Not just any threesome — I wanted a hot, no-strings-attached, one night stand, MFM encounter.

We’d joked about it for months, playfully fantasizing during pillow talk. But actually pulling it off? Not so easy. Finding a respectful, sexy guy who brought the right energy, laid-back but not a player, and turned me on… yeah, that’s a tall order.

Eventually, we’d kind of let the idea go. We figured if it happened, it happened. But then Jake did something incredible. For my birthday, he made it happen. Not as some surprise ambush (“Hey, guess who’s here with his pants off!”), but as a gift I could actually look forward to.

Making the Birthday Surprise Happen

He told me ahead of time about a guy he’d met online. After corresponding with a few men and screening them, he narrowed it down to one. He shared their chats, showed me the guy’s photos (no dick pics — he knows I don’t care about that), and gave me plenty of space to say no. He’d done all the legwork but made it clear he wouldn’t be disappointed if I passed.

Staring at the guy’s picture on Jake’s computer, I had one of those “fuck it, life’s too short” moments. I buried my face in Jake’s sweater and squealed, “Yes!” From that moment on, my imagination went into overdrive. The anticipation was its own kind of pleasure.

Meeting the Guy

My birthday weekend was the perfect excuse to get away to a hotel for the night while my parents watched the kids. The arrangement was simple — no dinner date, no drawn-out process that would involve a lot of texts. We met Nicholas*, a tall, olive-skinned guy in his mid-30s, in the hotel lobby of a downtown hotel. We nervously made small talk over a couple of drinks to ease the tension.

After the second drink, it was decision time: do this or bail. Jake and I had prearranged that the final call would be mine. If at any point I felt uncomfortable, I’d excuse myself to the ladies’ room. While I was gone, Jake would let Nicholas know, “It was nice meeting you, but we’re going to call it a night.”

If I was ready to move forward, I’d simply take the hotel key out of my purse and tell them to pay the bar bill and meet me upstairs in ten minutes. I went with the latter.

When Fantasy Becomes Reality

The quickest ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I was dressed in a pretty skirt and silk blouse and decided not to change — partly because I liked the outfit, but mostly because I was too self-conscious to get naked right away.

When they stepped inside, the whole vibe changed. It wasn’t just three people in a hotel room anymore — there was a spark in the air. The windows looked out over the city, lights from the buildings glittering like they were in on the secret. Nicholas glanced around, taking in the view, then his eyes met mine. His smile was polite, but I could see the hint of nervous energy behind it.

For a few seconds, no one moved. Jake reached for my hand, the warmth of his palm steadying me. My heart was thudding in my ears, and I wondered if they could hear it. There was an unspoken agreement that something was about to happen — it was just a matter of who would make the first move.

Jake gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I looked up at him. Whatever was in my expression must have been enough, because he guided me to the bed, where we sat at the edge. We were both nervous, and I could tell Jake was thinking, Let’s just do this. Any more small talk will only make the anxiety worse.

Jake leaned in and kissed me, his lips familiar yet somehow different in this moment. He pressed closer, his hands roaming my sides and over my breasts. Nicholas sat on the corner of the bed, watching intently. I sensed he wasn’t sure when to join in. As Jake’s fingers deftly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the lace bra beneath, he kissed my neck and whispered, “I want to watch you.”

I turned to Nicholas and kissed him passionately on the mouth — my way of welcoming him to the party. I could feel Jake smiling as he watched. After a few moments, his hand found my thigh — firm and commanding. His fingers traced slowly up my leg, teasing at the hem of my skirt.

He began kissing my neck while his hand rubbed over my breast through the bra. He slid the straps down my shoulders, his lips following their path, kissing and lightly nipping my skin. I unclasped my bra, fully exposing my breasts. His lips found my nipples, sucking and teasing, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. I moaned and arched my back as his hand slid beneath my skirt, fingers finding the heat between my thighs. He rubbed me through my panties, his touch firm and insistent, making me writhe.

I felt Jake near me as he stood and removed his button-down and khakis. I lay back on the bed. Jake joined me on one side, Nicholas on the other. As I kissed Jake, both of them teased my nipples with their fingers and thumbs. I was sandwiched between them, their bodies pressing in, their touches driving me wild. I could feel they were both hard. My arm wrapped behind Jake, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue tangling with his.

Nicholas’s fingers slid beneath the lace of my panties, finding me slick and ready. He teased me, circling my clit with slow precision, sending waves of pleasure through me. But he didn’t slip inside, which only made me want it more. I moaned softly into Jake’s mouth, my body trembling.

At some point, I removed my panties and skirt, now fully naked beside Jake. Nicholas stood and took off his shirt while I moved to the edge of the bed to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Pulling down his underwear revealed his thick cock, hard and ready.

I took Nicholas into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting his salty pre-cum. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided my movements. I loved the sound of his moans. Jake moved off the bed to stand next to Nicholas. I knew exactly what he wanted. I reached for Jake’s cock, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. I pumped him in time with my mouth on Nicholas, my hands and mouth working in sync, driving them both wild. Then I switched, taking Jake’s cock into my mouth while stroking Nicholas. Being in control, I went back and forth — sucking one while stroking the other. One familiar, the other new. Two men in my grip, both being pleasured at once, gave me a rush of power I hadn’t expected.

At one point, while I was licking Nicholas, Jake — always one to move things along — crouched between my legs to pleasure me in that way he knows so well, a move that felt as much like claiming me as it did pleasing me. It struck me that even in the midst of sharing me, there was a primal need in him to remind us both that I was his. I was already so wet when his tongue found my clit, and the sensation built so quickly that I lay back on the bed, letting them both focus on me at once. It was my birthday gift, after all.

Nicholas slid in beside me, his mouth on my breasts and his fingers slipping inside my wet pussy. I felt Jake’s hand on my knee and thigh, lifting and opening me wider for Nicholas’s touch. That simple act made me even hotter. Nicholas’s fingers curled inside, hitting that perfect spot and sending me spiraling toward the edge.

I was drowning in their touch, their tongues, their bodies pressing into me. Nicholas’s fingers moved faster, his thumb teasing my clit until I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm hit me hard, faster than ever before. I cried out, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of fire tore through me, leaving me gasping and breathless.

As I came down, I glanced up at Jake and Nicholas — their eyes dark with desire, their bodies taut with need. I told Jake to lie back, then straddled him while Nicholas moved to the other side of the bed. I rode Jake slow and steady as he sucked on my breasts, matching his rhythm, while Nicholas positioned himself for me to take him in my mouth. Supporting myself with one hand, I used the other to wrap my fingers around Nicholas’s shaft, licking his balls as I guided him to my mouth. I knew the view Jake had from below would drive him wild. After a few delicious minutes, I felt Jake getting close, so I slid off — not quite ready for him to finish. I gave Nicholas a sly smile and told him to suit up. Condoms were on the night stand.

With Jake still lying back, propped comfortably against the headboard, Nicholas had plenty of room as I got on all fours. I took Jake’s cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him while Nicholas entered me from behind. I moaned deeply. Doggy style always hits deeper, which is why it’s my favorite. The way Nicholas pushed into me, his thrusts pressing, sent a delicious rush through my core, and keeping Jake in my mouth only added to the intensity. In this perfect position — double-teamed in what’s cheekily called the Doggy Blowjob — I could lock eyes with Jake, feeling that raw, safe connection that made everything even more intense. Back then we hadn’t even created our Threesome Game, but if we had, I would’ve been thrilled to draw that card.

Nicholas gripped my hips, pounding into me hard, his rhythm syncing with the steady movements of my mouth on Jake’s cock. The feeling of my pussy being stretched open and the full pressure of Jake filling my mouth sent waves of wild pleasure crashing through me. Our moans filled the room as we all neared the edge. Then, everything exploded. Nicholas and I came together, our bodies convulsing in sync. I felt him pulse deep inside me as he climaxed. Then, Jake groaned low, his body stiffening as he came into my mouth. I swallowed, my body still trembling from the aftershocks—quite possibly the most intense sensation ever.

As Nicholas withdrew, Jake pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. I melted into him, my body sated and my mind blissfully hazy. He gave me a satisfied grin that made my heart warm — a quiet reminder of the love between us. When Nicholas stepped off the bed to go to the bathroom, Jake whispered, “Happy birthday, baby,” the moment filled with pride and affection. We lay there entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

It was a perfect night — a fantasy brought to life — and a memory I’d cherish forever.

*not his real name