I was reading a post about MFM experiences and it reminded me of one of mine

My ex had always wanted to try swinging. There was this really sweet couple in our friend group. The guy was gorgeous, and I was definitely attracted to him. His girlfriend was also really pretty, fun, and easy to like. They both seemed trustworthy and normal.

I have no idea how he pulled it off, but somehow my ex convinced them.

When the big day finally came, we met up, opened some wine, put on music, and tried to relax. The other girl and I even put on a little show for the guys. We made out, pressed up against each other, kissed pretty intensely. The guys were obviously loving it :)

Then we actually got started.

And the guy was good. Really good. He was patient and knew how to touch me instead of rushing straight into sex. When I started pulling off his jeans, I was seriously hoping everything downstairs would live up to the rest of him.

It did.

Something competitive woke up inside me, and suddenly I decided I wanted to give him a better blowjob than his own girlfriend could. I basically pulled out every trick I knew. Deep throating, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue, everything.

At one point I thought he was about to come, and apparently he thought so too, because he turned me around and started fucking me instead.

He was great at that too. He kept building up the pace and got pretty rough, but he still kept kissing me and paying attention to my neck.

I had not come yet when he started finishing, but honestly, I was not even disappointed. He had earned it.

He politely asked where he could come. Like an idiot, I said, "Wherever you want."

So naturally, I got a load right in the face.

Ugh.

But then he grabbed a fresh condom and offered to keep going until I came, which immediately redeemed him.

Doggy style works for me basically 100 percent of the time, so that is what we went with.

And there I was again, completely lost in it, everything going perfectly, when my boyfriend suddenly walked in.

Apparently things had not really worked out between him and the other girl. She got nervous, and he ended up spending more time calming her down and giving her wine than actually doing anything sexual.

My ex looked pretty stunned by what he walked in on, but I guess he wanted to get at least something out of the night, because he came over and put his dick in my mouth while the other guy kept fucking me.

He did not last very long either, and because I did not want him to feel rejected, I let him come on my face too.

Meanwhile, the other guy just kept pounding me.

I think watching that eventually got to my boyfriend, because after a couple of minutes he left.

I finally came, and it was fucking incredible.

Everything would have been perfect if the other guy had not finished on my face again.

At that point I was ready to run straight to the shower and wash all that grossness off my face, my neck, and, if I was unlucky, my hair.

But before I could leave, he pulled me close, wrapped an arm around my waist, and started whispering in my ear.

He kept telling me how amazing I was, how brave and adventurous I was, while gently stroking my thigh and ass.

I barely had time to process what was happening before somehow I was on my knees in front of him, sucking his dick again.

Another twenty minutes or so passed and, fucking hell, he came on my face AGAIN.

When everything was finally over and we all went home, it became pretty obvious that my ex had accepted what happened, but he was still hurt and upset by it.

And looking back, that night was basically the beginning of the end of our relationship.