I’ve done it several times with the same two women. We were all good friends, which made it nice. It was quite the interesting triangle for a while.
Excuse me while I reminisce. 
It was fun, but not as fun as good 1-on-1. Just not my cup of tea, I guess, I prefer a level of intense intimacy which wasn’t available in that combination.
Too many distractions (though, as I said, they were very pleasant distractions.)
Yes. MMF, 3 times. FFM, 2 times.
Three times here. Twice MMF, once MFF. I do it again, but I’d do it differently. There wasn’t much talking, it was like everybody was nervous or something. It’s like no matter what, two of the people are ‘better’ known with each other that with the third person.
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Wow, I’m impressed. I’m 99% sure it will never happen to me. I’m married and the wife isn’t really into it. I joke about it all the time and she jokes back but I wouldn’t push it, or even seriously suggest it. If she wanted to, I’d have to make absolutely sure she was into it. I wouldn’t want to ruin a lifetime over one fascination.
I have to go to the bathroom for about 15 minutes now.
I have. Anyone surprised? A few times in various configurations.
The last time was a real hoot because a boyfriend and I actually picked up a woman at a bar. We sent him out to get beer at some point and when he came back, we were nekkid. He was hilarious…I’ve never seen a more grateful, excited man in my entire life. The shock factor in that case was what made it the most fun.
-L
A clothing optional bar? And you had to send him out of the bar to get beer? CRAZY!
I myself have never had a threesome. Now that Im married I will not either. As someone previously stated I wouldn’t risk my relationship over it. I’ll just dream about this bar that SW hangs out at.
I’m in the same boat as you, Gorgon. We should start a support group or something…
It was MMF, and it was more wierd than anything. The gal’s then boyfriend was passed out on the couch at the foot of the bed, and me and her now current boyfriend went at it with her. Strangest part of the whole thing was when he was pounding away at her with her legs wrapped around him, she was chewing on my delicate bits, he looks at me, points to her crotch, and says (like you would about the dip at a party), “Dude! You’ve got to try this! It’s some great stuff!” I couldn’t help thinking, “Well, since you’ve been pounding at that end for about two hours now, and all I’m getting is teeth marks, we can swap anytime you want.” He’s hinted that he’d like to do it again, but so far, (thankfully), she’s refused. If I do another one, it’ll be FFM, because there really wasn’t a whole hell of a lot for me to do at times but sit there and watch the two of them go at it. (She wasn’t into double penetration.)
Twice. My ex-fianceé was bisexual. She had another bisexual friend named Laura, who was this absolutely beautiful redhead. They used to get together and “play” quite a bit (Laura lived in Seattle, where Shauna was originally from) when Shauna was in town. I always got to hear about it (in fact, I have a videotape of them using a strap-on on each other, pretending to be me). One time Shauna flew back in town, and brought Laura with her. Made for a very entertaining weekend.
Yep. A couple of times. The last one was my birthday present from a former lover and the current one. We were all friends and they knew I had been wanting that combination for awhile
It was wonderful and we were all cool about it afterwards. Still are.
And it isn’t awkward or difficult to coordinate if you just listen to me! 
Been in the “Dritwood sandwich” situation, and a review for the guys who (like I) thought it would be the most incredible sex in the world: Unless you’re deformed in some way, or REALLY acrobatic, a man just does NOT have enough “bits” to go around. It’s a lot of work and when you’re dividing limited “naughty bits” by three, you tend to get less attention than you really wanted a lot of the time.
That said, I’d do it again!
Best part? I got photos… and no, I won’t send them to you (though Kwyjibo has seen them, since he was the one who picked me up from the airport when I got back from my little adventure). I doubt anyone would have believed me if I hadn’t had the proof on my camera.
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Yeah, yeah. You’d think a writer would be more clear, wouldn’t ya? What I meant was that we took her home and THEN he went out for beer…from my house.
Now, if you want to discuss the numerous times I was bound and whipped in public places in various states of undress, I think that’s a topic for another thread. But suffice it to say, there are indeed “clothing optional” locations.
-L
Almost once.
A couple of years ago I had just started dating an adorable dark haired, big brown puppy dog eyed guy. We had decided to fix up his best friend with one of my girlfriends. His friend was the total opposite. Blonde hair, big blue eyes, but just as goddamn cute.
:::Pant pant:::
We had decided to BBQ at my house, drink, play poker, and get into the hot tub. Early in the evening my friend gets an emergency call (I forget what) and has to leave, leaving me there with these two gorgeous guys.
Many beers later we end up in my hot tub. Things got a little interesting but we stopped short of having actual sex. Just lots of hands and mouths.
The three of us were cool with everything that happened but we never mentioned it again beyond knowing winks and innuendoes. I dated the guy for almost a year and it was never a problem for us.
That night has been the subject of many, MANY fantasies and I sure as hell would go for it if given another chance. For some strange reason, the fact that they were so physically different made things even hotter.
There was this time I was driving back from New Orleans on route 59 in Mississippi, on a sultry autumn night.
I was getting a serious case of white line fever and desperately surfing the radio stations to find something to keep me awake, when all of a sudden there was this bright flash, and something flew right over the top of my convertible.
I slammed on the brakes and was bathed in a golden radiance as the object settled right on the median stip of I59.
The landing ramp came down and these three hot broads in space bikinis descended with ray guns in their hands.
“Come with us, or we will destroy you,” said the slutty redhead while her bodacious partners eyed me greedily. “We desire your seed to repopulate our planet.”
The choice between imminent death and sex with these three hot space vixen was an easy one. I climbed aboard their craft, and we zipped up into higher orbit.
The redhead was tall, busty and muscular as she hung before me in zero g. “Take off your clothes,” she said.
I was feeling shy, and said “You first,” I wanted to make sure she didn’t have tentacles or wasn’t going to eat me or anything (though that fear was to prove unfounded as I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and she was quite skilled.
She croaked something impatiently at the slim and short spanish looking brunette, who zapped me with her ray gun, so I was paralyzed, while the sweet innocent looking blonde stripped away my clothes.
Then they totally undressed, and they appeared earth-normal in every way. The brunette then zapped me again so I was free to move.
The redhead explained that I would have to have sex with each of them alone, and in tandem several hundred times over the next week in order to fertilize all the billions of eggs they carried to repopulate their planet, and they gave me a special drink so I’d be up to the task.
For the next seven days, these space sluts had their way with me in every variation conceievable to the human mind, and some that only an alien could think of. Naked to the stars, the Sun, the Moon, and the Earth revolving below through the observation port, I did my part to restore galactic civilization.
Then they left me by my car, in a teary farewell
That’s why I never made it home for Thanksgiving that year, Mom.
Yep, a few times. It’s always been MMF for me, though. I’d happily do it again (ahem Bryan), but he gets all oogy at the thought of another guy in the room. Maybe… just maybe… I’d have a go with a FFM arrangement.
But he’d have to ask really nicely.
Oh, I see, so the balls are in my court now? I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to an MMF if a couple of conditions are met:
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I have to approve of the third party
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I am guaranteed an FFM experience.
I hope they’re in your court, honey. They’re not that big to stretch over the net.
Agreed.
Well, I’ll have to approve of the third party there, too.
So there.
Well then, its agreed.
Sorry Gorgon, but you’re on your own.
Yeah, back when I was in college. I was living with a girl, and I’d been conducting a low-level flirt with another girl…or at least I thought it was a low-level flirt. We were all in the same circle of friends, and it never occured to me that it would turn into anything.
But one evening I had a meeting on campus, and I was later than expected getting back to my apartment. I found that my flirt-buddy had come over to visit, and she and my live-in had gotten to talking…and somehow or other this had turned into sex. When I walked in the door I was presented with the two of them buck naked–they said they’d already started, and told me to get my clothes off and do my part. Hey, I can follow orders.
We did this a couple times after that, too, but then live-in started getting jealous and flirt-buddy decided girls just didn’t do it for her, so it ended. Flirt-buddy quit school a few month later and went away forever. Sadly, the same didn’t happen with live-in–I ended up marrying her several years later, which was one of the dumber things I’ve done in my life. But the interlude with the two of them remains one of my favorite memories.