I broke the one rule my friend had for a MFM

Last Friday, my friend Tom called. "Hey man, you wanna do something with me and Mia later?"

"Sure, why not." I replied as I didn't have anything planned for that night. We ended up going to a bar and watching the game on a big screen. After a few rounds—me sticking to just two since I drove—the game buzzer blared, cutting through the bar's waning pulse.

Tom stretched. "Man, that game was a snoozefest ," he said, leaning back. "It's still early though—what's the plan?" 

He glanced at Mia, who sat quietly beside him. She paused then gave a small shrug—her way of saying she was cool with anything.

"How about we head back to our place, throw on a movie or something?" Tom turned to me. 

"Sure, I'm down." I stood up, paid the tab, and we all shuffled out, piling into my car for the short drive to their place.

Once we got to their place, Tom and I sprawled out on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Mia went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of popcorn in her hands, settling between us. She set the popcorn on the coffee table and tilted her head toward Tom. 

"Who's the blonde?" she asked. It was clear she'd caught a snippet of the chatter between Tom and me earlier.

Tom grinned. "I was telling Jay he should've asked this girl from the gym for her number, but he wouldn't do it."

"Why? Is she pretty?" Mia's gaze shifted to me, curiosity flickering in her expression. 

I shrugged, keeping it nonchalant. "She's alright, I guess—not really my type."

Tom snorted, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, come on, I saw you checking her out."

"What? I didn't say she's ugly, just not my type." As Mia watched me with an amused smile, I blurted out the second part before I could stop myself, "I mean, if you ask me, Mia's so much hotter than her."

The room went dead quiet after I said it. Mia's eyes widened, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face.

A little context on my relationship with the couple: I'd known Tom for about eight months, ever since we met at an event where we bonded over how lame the food was. We'd become good friends—recently hitting the gym together every so often as he wanted to get into better shape. And when it comes to Mia, we were surprised to discover that I'd briefly lived in her hometown halfway across the country. That unexpected connection made us become good friends pretty quickly as well. 

Tom overall is a down-to-earth dude; however, I'd say he's always been a bit attentive with Mia. Nothing over the top, but you can tell he keeps an eye out. Knowing that personality trait of his, I've always kept things chill with Mia—not that I'd try to flirt with her in an overly sexual anyway. She's attractive, no doubt—I'd caught myself staring a few times even. But hitting on a friend's girl? That's not me, never has been. So when that line slipped out, I knew I may have crossed some sort of a line, and was wondering how Tom would react.

To my surprise, Tom didn't seem fazed by the comment at all. He just leaned back with a soft chuckle, like he'd taken it as a compliment instead. Still feeling a tinge of awkwardness in the air, I set my beer down on the coffee table and muttered, "Gonna go use the restroom."

When I came back a few minutes later, something had shifted. The mood felt different—lighter but charged, like a current had sparked while I was gone. Mia's cheeks had a subtle blush, and she was avoiding eye contact with me.

As I sat down, Tom finished his beer, then said, his words slurring faintly as the night's drinks caught up. "You think she's hot, huh?" It was a nod to my earlier remark, not quite serious but seemingly not entirely joking either. Not knowing exactly where he was going with it, I shrugged, "Just telling the truth."

Tom smirked, his hand sliding up Mia's thigh, tracing the curve of her hip. "Can't stop talking about how hot my girl is, huh?" He nudged Mia, who rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the faint flush creeping back. "Bet you'd kill to get a piece of this Latina booty," he teased, his hand giving her ass a loud smack. 

I'd seen Tom being handsy with Mia in my presence before; however, it didn't change the fact that I'd never heard him be this outwardly sexually explicit about his girlfriend.

"You know, Mia and I have been thinking about this for a while—us doing something wild, like a threesome." He continued. "So, wanna join us? I've caught you checking her out, don't think I didn't notice."

Although I wasn't completely shocked, the proposal still came as a surprise, only because I didn't think Tom was the kind of person who'd feel comfortable sharing his girlfriend with another guy. I glanced at Mia; her face flushed a deep red as she shrank into the couch, her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she swatted Tom's arm, a nervous giggle slipping through her embarrassment. She didn't object, though.

Tom laughed. "Oh, come on, babe, don't play shy now—she's onboard, man, we talked about it."

The air in the room thickened, a slow burn creeping through me as Tom's words and Mia's blush fueled the tension. "Really? I assume you're not just fucking with me," I replied, leaning in.

Things kicked off gradually. Mia sat still between us, her eyes darting anxiously between Tom and I, her lips sealed tight in anticipation. Tom flashed a grin, sliding closer to her, his hand running along her thigh. Mia slightly shifted on the couch, and I suddenly felt her curvy frame brushing against me.

"You cool with this?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

She nodded, barely perceptible, her lashes lowering as she murmured, "Yeah… if you are." Encouraged, I slid my hand to her waist, pulling her gently toward me.

Tom chuckled. "See? Told you he's been dying to get his hands on you," he teased, egging me on.

I moved my hands up her back, my fingers brushing her skin as I felt her curves shift under my grip. Mia exhaled shakily. I tilted her chin up gently; her warm brown eyes met mine for a fleeting second before dropping. Her lips parted slightly, I lowered my head and pressed my mouth against hers. The kiss started soft—her lips warm and hesitant against mine—but I deepened it, my tongue brushing hers, coaxing a quiet whimper from her throat.

With help from Tom, we tugged the top over her head together; her dark, straight hair tumbled free as it cleared her shoulders. Her light brown skin glowed in the dim light, and her bra cradled her boobs. She stiffened, arms crossing briefly over her tits in a flicker of shyness. I pulled her closer, reached behind her back to unhook the clasp, and slowly slid the straps down. As her bra slipped away, I couldn't help but murmured, "Well, damn." Mia's tits, not extremely big but beautifully shaped, were crowned with a pair of huge dark areolas, which I have to admit I've been attracted to.

I couldn't resist; my hands moved to cup her tits, thumbs brushing over those dark areolas. Mia let out a shaky sigh, her body tensing under my touch, her eyes connecting with mine briefly before darting away. Tom smirked, his hand moving between her thighs, watching as I played with Mia's tits.

"She's got some nice titties, doesn't she?" he teased.

I grinned, then leaned in closer, taking one of her tits into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue flicking over her nipple. Mia gasped, her hand gripping my shoulder tightly.

After a moment, Mia's breathing steadied, her reserved demeanor easing gradually as she opened up. Without me even asking, she proceeded to slide off the couch and knelt in front of me while I stayed seated. Her topless frame settled between my legs, her hands hovering near my jeans as she looked up at me, still shy but with sparks of lust in her eyes. Just as her fingers brushed the zipper, Tom leaned forward and put out his hand to stall her. I looked at Tom with understandable confusion.

"Man, before we go any further, just to be clear, no penetration tonight—you can't fuck Mia, alright? That's my one rule if you wanna do this," he paused, a flicker of self-awareness crossing his face as he added, "I know, it's kinda weird for a threesome, but… I'm cool with anything else, okay?" I blinked, a little thrown off by the odd restriction—threesomes usually imply sex—but I nodded regardless, understanding it was just Tom being a bit territorial even in this.

Tom pulled his hand back; Mia took that as a green light. Her fingers, still trembling slightly, undid the zipper. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and boxers, pulling them down in one deliberate motion, freeing my already hard cock. It sprang up, throbbing in the cool air. She paused, her eyes flicking up to mine one last time, a mix of nerves and excitement in her gaze, before she leaned in. Her lips separated, soft and glistening, and she pressed them against the tip of my cock, kissing it lightly at first, her breath hot against me. Then her mouth opened wider, engulfing me—warm, wet, and tight as she slid down, her lips stretching around the shaft.

I groaned loud, my head tipping back as the heat of her mouth sent a shockwave through me. Her tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around the head before taking me whole again, her mouth working in a steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, the faint sound of her sucking filling the room. Mia eventually pulled off for a breath, her hand wrapping around the base, stroking me slow and firm while she caught some air. 

Tom watched, his breathing intensified, "That's it, babe," he mumbled, reaching his hand to her head, guiding her gently as she dove back down to my cock, taking my cock even deeper this time. Her throat tightened around it for a fleeting, dizzying second before easing off; I swore I felt her gag reflex.

As time passed, we decided to move to the bedroom. Once inside, Tom kicked the door shut, and Mia stood there, her curvy frame catching the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I stepped closer, my hands finding her hips. My fingers slid to the waistband of her leggings, tracing the edge for a moment before I tugged them down, easing them over her round, plump ass—that perfect curve that drew my attention the day we met. 

I'd once touched her ass before, inadvertently, of course, but this was the first time I actually got to closely examine her thick booty. The fabric hugged her cheeks tight before slipping free, revealing her smooth, rich, light brown skin, her ass jiggling faintly as I pulled her leggings and panties off, letting them pool at her feet. 

We quickly moved to the bed, Mia settling on her back, her reserved nature lingering but her body open to us. I climbed beside her, my hands roaming her skin before sliding one down between her legs. My hand brushed against her pussy, finding her slick and hot opening, parting her lips to tease her with slow, firm strokes. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly, her wetness soaking my fingers as I began to slide one inside, then two, pumping them deep and steady. Her pussy gripped my fingers, I then curled them that made her moan even louder, her legs spreading wider as she arched into my touch. Tom positioned himself near her head and shed his pants quickly. He guided her face toward him, and Mia took his cock in her mouth with a wet, hungry slide. 

As I pulled my fingers out, they were glistening with Mia's juice—there's no question how wet she'd gotten. However, as much as I would've wanted, I couldn't start fucking her because of the rule Tom had brought up earlier. Then a thought flashed through my mind. "Tom, I know you said I can't fuck her, but you wouldn't mind if I just rub my cock on her clit, right?" I asked.

Tom paused and glanced over, I could see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "I guess that's fine… don't go in, though." He replied. Mia's eyes briefly drifted to me, containing a mix of shy curiosity and excitement before looking away. 

Having received the blessing from Tom, I repositioned myself between Mia's spread legs and guided my cock toward her opening. I groaned as my cock made contact with Mia's bare pussy, her juices smearing over the shaft as I pressed the underside of my cock against her. I started to slowly drag it along her slit, feeling her pussy lips rub against my cock. The tip bumped her swollen clit, and Mia's hips twitched hard, a little whimper slipping out of her mouth. Tom's eyes locked on the action; he'd pulled away from Mia's mouth. "Fuck, that's hot," he murmured. He was definitely caught up in the heat of it all, but I suspect he was also watching closely, in small part to ensure I was sticking to his rule and to prevent things from going too far.

I continued teasing Mia's clit relentlessly, sliding my cock back and forth, tapping it lightly then pressing firm, her wetness making small, slick sounds with every move. Her thighs quivered, spreading wider, her plump ass lifting slightly off the bed as she pushed into me, chasing the sensation.

I lifted my cock off her pussy and leaned forward, giving her a breather, my mouth zeroing in on her tits again. I latched onto one of those huge dark areolas, my tongue swirling over her stiff nipple, tasting her skin as she squirmed under me. Tom, feeling a little left out, shoved his cock right back into Mia's mouth, her muffled groans ensued. As I stayed on top of her, my hard cock still somewhat pressed against her, rubbing along her inner thigh without even trying.

All of a sudden, I felt something entirely different—the tip of my cock was brushing right up against her pussy lips, and I could feel them part just a little, kissing the tip, damn near swallowing it with that wet heat. I knew I should've pulled back immediately—but I didn't. I was too consumed by the dark desires running through my head, even though in the moment I was fully aware I was playing a dangerous game.

Then the inevitable happened—the tip of my cock slipped in further, just the head, popping past her tight opening with a slick nudge. Mia let out a big, throaty moan, her whole body jolting, and her hand clamped down on my arm. Sensing Tom's glance in my direction, I let go of her nipple with a wet pop. "Sorry, got carried away there," I said, playing it off like her reaction was from the bite. Tom's eyes flicked over and eased up; he couldn't really see anything under the dim lights—my body blocked the view of what was really going down underneath.

Mia's eyes locked with mine for a split second, then darted away; her grip on my arm loosened gradually. I was relieved that she didn't seem overly upset. That little taste of her pussy gripping me, as well as her tacit approval, further emboldened me. I dropped my hips lower, sinking my cock further in, feeling her tight, wet walls stretch around me—hot and pulsing, sucking me in like a glove. The pressure from her clenching pussy made my head spin.

There was a problem, though: I was only halfway in—the angle was awkward as hell. I had to keep my upper body hovering over Mia's to keep what was happening below hidden. No way could I thrust aggressively without giving it away. 

Mia's voice cut through unexpectedly. "Hmm, babe." She murmured and pulled Tom's head down toward her, crashing her lips into his, and Tom began to reciprocate.

A sudden realization hit me—I was largely out of Tom's view as those two kissed, so it was now or never. Throwing caution completely out the window, I made a risky move—my right hand slid under Mia's ass, lifting her hips ever so slightly. Now with a much improved approach angle, my cock began to disappear into her pussy. The sensation was unreal, I could feel her pussy swallowing me whole this time, every ridge inside her pussy rubbing my cock as I sank in balls-deep; my head began to buzz from the rush.

I started thrusting slowly and carefully, keeping my hips tight, trying my best not to make sudden moves that would tip Tom off. Each push dragged my cock through her soaked pussy; a few times, I could hear her juices squelching faintly. Mia's hand started to grip my arm again. For close to a minute—at least that's how long it felt—I fucked Mia with my bare cock in every sense of the word with Tom being no more than two feet from me.

Then, without warning, I saw Tom's head start to lift off Mia, his body seemingly turning in my direction. Panic flashed through me—I yanked my cock out of Mia as fast as I possibly could, followed by placing my hand on her still incredibly wet pussy. I put on my best poker face in an effort to create the illusion that I'd been fingering her the whole time, hoping and praying that the switch was somewhat smooth.

Luckily, Tom seemed largely oblivious, his eyes a little hazy—if anything, perhaps due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. He sat back up, hand wrapping around his dick and stroking it slowly. "Jay, come switch places with me," he said. "I think she's ready for some real fucking."

I slid off Mia, my cock still hard and covered with her cream, and moved to the other end of the bed, heart pounding from the close call. Mia flipped over to be on all fours, her back glistening with sweat. Tom settled between her legs, his cock in hand as he lined up with her dripping pussy. He pushed in with a deep groan and sank into her fully. Mia let out a moan, her tits bouncing back and forth as he started thrusting. I stood in front of her, my cock hovering close; she looked up, making eye contact with me for the first time after what we'd done. She didn't say a word, simply opened her mouth and took my cock in, sucking me deep with a hungry pull. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting herself on me, spit dripping as she bobbed. I groaned, hand tangling in her dark hair, guiding her as she worked me.

"Fuck, babe, you're so wet," Tom growled in a rougher tone than usual. Mia's muffled cries vibrated against me, her lips tightening around my cock as she sucked harder. I felt the pressure building—her warm mouth and the residual thrill of me seemingly having gotten away with fucking Mia pushing me closer to the edge. My hand tightened around her head, hips rocking just enough to meet her rhythm.

Tom's groans turned jagged, his thrusts stuttering as he neared his limit. "I'm cumming," Tom rasped, slamming into Mia one last time before pulling out of her pussy fast. He gripped himself tight, stroking quickly as he blew on Mia's plump ass.

Mia let out a moan, sensing I wasn't far off from erupting, she propped herself up slightly and took my pulsating cock back in. Her mouth was a sloppy mess—spit dripping from the corners, her tongue sliding fast and wet along my shaft, slurping loud as she sucked me hard. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, pulling me deeper till I hit the back of her throat.

I looked up; Tom was watching, still catching his breath, his hand tugging slowly on his softening cock as his girlfriend giving me the sloppiest blowjob. I couldn't hold it—my cock throbbed hard, and I pulled out just in time. Thick ropes of cum shot out—hot streaks hitting her flushed cheeks, one splashing high across her eye, dripping slow toward her dark lashes. She gasped, mouth still open, catching some on her tongue, her eyes squeezing shut as it coated her face.

Mia collapsed into the bed in total exhaustion. Tom looked over and said, "Holy shit,man, that's a lot of cum."