My First MFM

Divorce Parties Ever Heard of Them?

 

I wanted nothing to do with celebrating the end of my 20-year marriage. However, my best friends were looking forward to me being footloose and fancy-free. There was nothing I could say or do to make this not a thing, so I decided to go along with it. What is the worst that could happen? I asked myself. If it was in my control, the best would be for me to have my first MFM. The worst, I go to jail.  I fucked a cop, I could get out of jail. However, this night was out of my control.

It was 9 p.m. on the dot when the limo pulled up outside my apartment. Since I was dressed to kill: a skin-tight emerald green mini dress, gold heels, and jewelry. My long brunette brown hair cascaded down my back, and my lips were painted the most delicious shade of pouty pink. The driver opened the door for me, and his jaw was literally open, almost drooling. I slid my ass into the limo to look at my friends and even their mouths were open, gasping. ” Vivian, you look like a fucking Greek goddess.” I looked around and asked, “What?” Emily was more than happy to fill in the gaps. “You look like a bloody hot busty MILF.”

I Was Dressed to Fuck

“You told me to look my best!” I exclaimed. The three of them shared sideways glances and started to clap their hands and giggle.  “What is going on girls? ” I questioned. They shared sly smiles and poured me a glass of champagne. “So where are we going tonight?” More giggles and some high fives and I swear I heard she is going to love her first MFM. All of a sudden I had butterflies in my stomach and questioned my decision to allow them to plan this divorce party.

Soon the limo pulled up to a very swanky townhouse in Miami. From the front door, we could see the Miami skyline.  My head was spinning, what was happening?  “Which one of you fine-ass ladies is Vivian?”  “My name is Vivian.” I shakingly stated. He looked me up and down and a huge grin washed across his face. “You are going to make my boss’s day, Vivian.” He took my hand and started to lead me away from my friends.  I looked back over my shoulder at my friends. They were smiling from ear to ear and yelled “You get your first MFM.”

My First MFM

All of a sudden he opened a door and told me to have a seat on the beautiful blue velvet couch, which I did. I was not waiting long when two of the most beautiful men I had ever seen walked into the room. I was going to have my first MFM. This was my biggest fantasy, the go-to when I played with my clit and my vibrator. I could barely breathe. “Vivian, your pictures do not do you justice.” His name is Evan. “I have to admit, ever since seeing the pictures your friends sent us, I cannot stop thinking about your amazing tits.” That was Thomas.

Before I could even blink much less think they had me up and on the huge king-size bed. Their hands were touching and squeezing me and I was touching and squeezing back. Mouths and tongues dancing and I was naked in seconds. A very beautiful 9-inch cock was in my mouth and another one in my pussy. Spinning with pleasure  I sucked his rock-hard cock into my mouth and down my throat. While my tight pink pussy was spread wide open as he slammed into me making me cum in mere seconds. Subsequently, my first MFM was off to a mind-blowing start and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

My Pussy Was On Fire From My First MFM

Both men were so fucking hard as they licked and sucked every inch of my body. They lifted me up so Thomas could slide under me pushing his cock into my very tight asshole. Simultaneously Evan pushed his cock into my dripping wet pussy. We all began fucking in unison. I came again right then, I threw my head back and screamed in ecstasy my pussy convulsing again and again as I rode this unbelievable orgasm to the end.

Since every single nerve in my body was tingling and pulsating feeling as if my body had been set on fire as both men pumped their hard cocks in and out of me. Thomas let out a deep growl and I  felt his cum spraying into my pussy as if on cue Evan followed right behind him.  “Wow.” That was the best I could do. Two men and me. I could get used to this type of fucking.

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