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Depends on the time of the day and the day of the week. After a morning quickie during the week, I shower and clean up thoroughly. Any other time I give the swimmers a chance to go deeper into me then I wipe up the excess slop. If I think more could leak out, I put in a tampon or use a pad. When there's a second round later, Frank, hubby, or Red can usually tell if I've already been used. It's exciting. Either way, I always have a smile on my face.

There have been some studies that measured penile reaction to being shown hetero/lesbian/gay porn and matching that to questions that determined their homophobia. Surprisingly(or not), the homophobic groups have more response to gay porn.

If you provide generous grant money, universities would be happy to submit proposals, do studies, and write detailed reports. Seldom do universities fund studies on their own. Not with Clair, Lora, and me. Being pregnant, having kids, nursing, all that shit didn't slow us down at all. What actually happened was that as we got into our thirties our desires went up, while the guys' desires and abilities for long and multiple sessions decreased. That's why we women now share an outside boyfriend (with their approval) for those times we need it.

We've done both and had success both ways. I will say that when it comes to swinging with another couple I think strangers are probably better. But that's just based on our own personal experiences. If it's something like bringing in another person like a guy for a MFM or a few guys to just fuck my GF then I have to say we've had a lot of success with friends and that would be my preference (although strangers are fun too!). We've had far more problems with couples we know than with guys we know. Part of it is probably because you need to find a couple that is committed to it and even experienced with it and not just a couple you know. With guys it's pretty simple - whether you know them or not they just want to fuck and have fun so there have always been less complications for us.

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Don't you just love it when that happens?

Our first MFM "scene", technically, involved the two couples we played with at first. The same night she explored soft swap for the first time, we decided to try another session with the other couple. The wife from the couple we did *not* know well had gone down on me and Mrs. E was a little high on the excitement and wanted to reciprocate. Once I got hard again, it was her first spitroast, bent down over the couch in the living room of the couple we did know. We'd gone into it with a mindset that we were on a mission to explore oral and see where it went, and we were both very happy with the experience, and, in retrospect, lucky it all worked out so smoothly. Maybe more conventionally, the first time we tried pure MFM with a third alone, we were on vacation abroad. It had been a bit since we'd explored and on the ferry ride over, we talked about loosening up and trying something crazy if it came up. A couple days later, I walked away from our beach chairs for a while to get us drinks and snacks, and by the time I got back, she'd managed to attract a conversation partner while sunbathing topless. When I got back, it took her a little coaxing to discourage him from bolting but he eventually figured out what was going on and agreed to come hang out with us in our hotel room. She ended up between us on the couch, so-called "ski poling", stroking us on either side while making out with him while we fingered her. After a while, she moved her head down. After we both came, we said our goodbyes and he very quietly gave me his number in the corridor as he'd be around for a while. I figured we'd be done there, but she brought it up later that night (the next night? it's been a few years now) that she regretted going that far and not going further. I had good news in that I could invite him back, and sure enough, we met for cocktails that drifted back to the hotel and to Mrs. E getting pounded from behind, bent over my lap sucking me. I remember that he had his orgasm, it made her orgasm, and that made me orgasm. It was already *very* late when we started, and much later when I let him out of the room on the patio to the beach. I deleted the number after that. We had a blast and it really opened her up to trying to pick up thirds when we were out of town.

I have been wanting to respond to this topic for a while, but knew it would be somewhat long and take some time. When I first became non-monogamous, I had no idea where it was going, but never thought it would lead to an MFM. I had broken up with my ex-fiancé Red and moved out of our place to live alone. But we still liked/loved and saw each other, went out and got together for sex, which was really good. I wasn't looking, but then met David, handsome and technically oriented like me, the man who would become my husband. We started going out and afterwards I did what seemed to me to be the natural thing to do and went to see Red to discuss what was happening, how I felt, and where things were headed. Red was hoping for us to reconcile, but he was very accepting of my decisions. After talking, we would have sex make love. I was honest with David about my recent breakup with Red, that I had strong feeling for him but realized that we were too different (he a creative artsy type, me an engineer; he unconcerned about money, me more ambitious with desires for a stable family life) to make a long-term go of it. David was more than a good listener and tolerant of what most guys would find off-putting conversation - he was genuinely empathetic, concerned, understanding. As I saw David more we both felt love and an incredible physical attraction, and after several dates started having sex. After the first time fucking David, I did what had become my routine and went back to see Red, told him everything including how good it was. Then we fucked. I really enjoyed it, but yeah, I felt like a cheat, a slut, a pervert (two guys! How could I be having sex with two guy? ). Not long afterwards at the beginning of one of our dates, David said (not "asked", but "said") to me, "You're still sleeping with Red." (I recall exactly that he didn't say "fucking" or "screwing," but used the gentle term "sleeping".) I thought, this is it, it's over. Instead, David said that it was ok with him, he knew that I still had feeling for Red, and it didn't affect anything between us. I was stunned, my mind had been quickly going through the pleadings and promises that I would make to David, but now it was reeling in another direction. So began me going between two men, one with whom I was getting ever closer and one I couldn't let go of. They both knew about the other and I now felt unbelievably loved, powerful, appreciated, confident. What could make them love me so much to agree to this? And it all seemed so natural, so right. After about another month, David called and said he was on his way home from the office and asked if he could stop by my place on his way home. I hesitated, and David again immediately picked up on what was going on and said, "Is Red there, I'd like to meet him." Once again, the usually quick minded Petra didn't know what to say and feigned confidence and enthusiasm, "Sure." I told Red that David was stopping by and he reacted mildly with "That'll be nice." It was like five minutes of terror for me, once again not knowing what might happened. When they met, it was a sign of what was to follow - despite all of their differences, they got along and talked about things they did have in common, which thankfully did not include me. So now, not only was I seeing two men, fucking two men, they were both openly in my life including the three of us being together. It was as if it were meant to be. The three of us almost never went on dates together, it was always either David and I or Red and I, but we seemed to be getting together more and more for practical reasons like shopping or helping to fix something. Now to the point of this thread: one Saturday morning the three of us were at my place after I had been out of town on business the whole week. I was unpacking, doing laundry and was looking pretty grungy, I thought. David asked Red didn't I look good, and asked if I was wearing a bra. I hardly ever at home because I hardly have tits. Unusual for him, David's talk got dirty, he asked me to take off my shirt, I did and he asked Red something like isn't that the most beautiful thing you have ever seen? Red said yes, and David asked me to get closer to Red. I didn't know exactly what the plan was or even if there was a plan, but we were, to use a cliché, all on the same page. David stood back as Red and I took my clothes off, I sucked his dick as he played with my tit, then his clothes came off and we went at it. Hard. After we both came, I started having having fears and doubts again about David. I mean, not only was what to David I thought only an abstract thing, he now saw me do it, not just sex, love making, deep kissing. I looked at David he invited me over and kissed me. Affectionately. He pushed me down onto the bed, on my back, and began what had become our foreplay routine of him licking my clit before we go at it. I can only take so much of that before I want him inside me, and it happened. All that messy sloshing and squishing, and a second ejaculation in my vagina right after I had one from another man. And what a lot of orgasms. I had no fear or doubt now, it is clear that David loves me as I am, which includes my love and sex with Red. I never thought I could exceed my earlier feelings of being "loved, powerful, appreciated, confident," but now I did. It would have been great to have continued the day with the three of us, but Red had an important appointment to go to so it left David and me. The rest of the day and most of Sunday was David and me. We didn't talk about the threesome, again, it all just seemed so normal and right. David left in the afternoon on Sunday, I threw the additional laundry that we had generated into the machine and went to Red's place to talk, and screw. After that first time MFM, we never planned any, they just sometimes happened (although once we moved in together we would occasionally do it as a ritual, especially vaginal/anal DP, which I love). Mostly my love life with Red and David were conducted separately, although there were plenty of sloppy seconds. It was not long after we got to this point of what seemed total openness and honesty that David asked me to marry him with the thought that he didn't want to live without me and he had never been so sure of anything in his life. My first MFM was the highlight of my sexual life (and one of the top of anything in my life) until I was confident enough to let hubby start playing and I had my first FFM and opened up to my Lesbian side...