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Is it just us or is this that difficult???

We've had a fantasy of having another man join us for a MFM for years. We're VERY happily married, considered attractive by most and very secure with each other.

We knew this would eventually just happen so we never arranged anything. We recently took a vacation and met a man one evening. He came on very strong with my wife all night long flirting. When my wife and I went back to the hotel room for the evening she asked about possibly going back down and asking him to join us. To make a long story short....so was he. He was hung like a mouse, couldn't get it up, she said he was just terrible.

So a few months later we thought we'd give it another try and chatted for quite a while on AFF with another man and finally met with him for lunch. He seemied like a great guy so we scheduled a get together that weekend for an evening at a hotel. This guy lied about his age, name, cock size and sexual abilitiies. My wife is very sexy and did just about everything possible to get this guy excited but he was anothe complete dud......and she's fantastic in bed. He couldn't keep it up and had a little cock as well.

What are we doing wrong? We're about to give up! We're in our late 40's, maybe we need to go for a younger guy?

We'd really like to do this but can't handle more disappointment. Do we ask for referrences?

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It happens. You have been a member of these forums for years and I am sure you have seen this same story no less then 100 times.

 

It is a numbers game pretty much.

 

Many on line are fake or give false information. Guys on line have a different way of measuring dicks them guys in person. They are always longer and everyone weighs less on line. :rollseye:

 

We have found the best way is to go where the swingers are, to a club. You see what your getting. Does not mean they may not have performance problems but at least you have other choices if they do.

 

No use giving up. Just find better ways of getting what your looking for. The Internet is to much of a fantasy land for us to waste our time on it. Others seem to have good luck at times on the Internet but not many/most.

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We are planning on another trip to Vegas in the fall and we plan on going to the Rooster again. Last time we did go but only stayed for a few minutes, wife felt a little uncomfortable so we left before anyone was upstairs.

I guess we just think of this as more of an intimate thing and are not sure about the club thing, definately not locally. People around where we live all talk about each other and we know one person that went to a local get-together and mentioned names of other people there......we don't need that. But Vegas is a great place, we love it and even got married there.

We had our first experience in the Bahamas. Maybe we can get this right just once. We've even talked about meeting a couple but it's difficult enough to find just one person who fits us to think about actually trying to find a couple that we both have chemistry with each.

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Remember most single guys are single for a reason. While single men are a dime a dozen, single men that are really 'lifestyle' are another matter.

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very good point. So are you saying we might be better off seeking a couple in the lifestyle and asking to (borrow) the husband? I know my wife would never go for that.

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Not at all, I'm just saying finding the 'right' single male can be hard too.

 

The 'borrowed' man thing can happen but its not common either, most of the time its more borrowed cheater.

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very good point. So are you saying we might be better off seeking a couple in the lifestyle and asking to (borrow) the husband? I know my wife would never go for that.

 

My wife and I have had several MFMs. None have been as dud as you described. One was so so, but not terrible. One in particular was very, very, very good.

 

I don't agree with the idea that single men are single for a reason that has to be related to the lifestyle. Not all single men are dickless, incapable in bed, etc. Some men are single by choice, some because their long term relationship skills are poor, some because they do not make good marriage material. These things don't preclude them being fantastic sex partners, as my wife found out in a very, very good way.

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Mr. Fuse and I would be psyched if a couple we liked wanted to borrow him. It's happened a couple of times and I would love for it to happen again.

 

Why would your wife object to borrowing someone's husband, assuming his wife was okay with it? That way you know you're getting someone who has the social skills to be married, but won't be clingy, also because he's married. Or at least less likely to be clingy.

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My wife and I have had several MFMs. None have been as dud as you described. One was so so, but not terrible. One in particular was very, very, very good.

 

I don't agree with the idea that single men are single for a reason that has to be related to the lifestyle. Not all single men are dickless, incapable in bed, etc. Some men are single by choice, some because their long term relationship skills are poor, some because they do not make good marriage material. These things don't preclude them being fantastic sex partners, as my wife found out in a very, very good way.

 

Which would be part of single for a reason :lol:

 

Swinging brings many desperate males hoping to get laid, who figure its a place they can score since they can't manage anywhere else.

 

As a side note, I'd have to wonder if the sexual skills of someone who doesn't have sex very often would be all that great.

 

I'm not saying they are all limp dicked or the like, simply that their flaws which make them unmarriable can spill over into swinging.

 

Again this isn't to say ALL single males, but a quick look at the sites and reading these boards hasn't shown me anything thats going to change my opinion of said average.

 

Mr. Fuse and I would be psyched if a couple we liked wanted to borrow him. It's happened a couple of times and I would love for it to happen again.

 

I've been borrowed quite a bit, but those were from swingers we knew as a couple, not just a 'hey mind if we borrow your husband, no you can't come'.

 

BTW would you be psyched if a couple wanted to borrow you? Say, in Chicago? :D

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Dickless? That's a tad less than most guys have even if they fail to be what is alleged to be "average". I find it somewhat suspect that the OP's could run into this problem the only two times they have been "lucky" enough to get some guy's interest.

Perhaps they need to examine their own approach to the subject?

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BTW would you be psyched if a couple wanted to borrow you? Say, in Chicago? :D

I wish. Our problem is that, like most couples, I get a lot more offers than he does. He is probably more attractive than I am, but we all know that's not what counts. I would like to take a few of those offers but until and unless the ratio is a lot closer to even, I won't get to do it.

 

For the OP, I'm going to echo what someone else said. Go to swinger's clubs and parties that allow single males, or even meet couples and see if there are any who will let you borrow their male half. Not only do you eliminate a lot of up-front work that way, you can ask for references and they might be sitting at the next table. That way you can find out if past partners have been happy.

 

If there are more couples out there like me and Mr. Fuse, they will be pleasantly surprised. I would be psyched to take pictures, get water, just sit and watch, or go my own way.

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It's probably not you guys. We had this happen twice out of the 8 guys she's been with. One was on 'roids, the other had knee problems. There could be all sorts of reasons. Too much booze because he's nervous; tired, etc. Maybe you intimidate them; who knows. LOL. We've found that really spending time getting to know them before sex works. We always havea non-sex first "date". If they're real dudes; they'll respect that. If they don't, they're gone. Easy as that....no matter what they look like. Single males can be replaced very easily. Hope it helps

 

 

 

 

Is it just us or is this that difficult???

We've had a fantasy of having another man join us for a MFM for years. We're VERY happily married, considered attractive by most and very secure with each other.

We knew this would eventually just happen so we never arranged anything. We recently took a vacation and met a man one evening. He came on very strong with my wife all night long flirting. When my wife and I went back to the hotel room for the evening she asked about possibly going back down and asking him to join us. To make a long story short....so was he. He was hung like a mouse, couldn't get it up, she said he was just terrible.

So a few months later we thought we'd give it another try and chatted for quite a while on AFF with another man and finally met with him for lunch. He seemied like a great guy so we scheduled a get together that weekend for an evening at a hotel. This guy lied about his age, name, cock size and sexual abilitiies. My wife is very sexy and did just about everything possible to get this guy excited but he was anothe complete dud......and she's fantastic in bed. He couldn't keep it up and had a little cock as well.

What are we doing wrong? We're about to give up! We're in our late 40's, maybe we need to go for a younger guy?

We'd really like to do this but can't handle more disappointment. Do we ask for referrences?

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I think it is inappropriate to categorize single males just because they are single or to totally give up on singles. Not all are bad. I (the male half) was a fairly in demand as a single, apparently because I was able to give what the couples desired. And just because I was single didn't make me an incompetent, social inept bafoon.

MrsPlay and I actually met on a swingers website while we were both single. We both had gotten out of rough marriages, and at the time weren't looking for anything serious. Well, things went well, and now we hope we will be together the rest of our lives.

And the issues you are experiencing aren't just limited to single guys. We had several experiences with couples which were exactly like what you had with the singles.

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This is an interesting experience for me because it's probably going to be the first type of experience that my wife and I have, that being MFM.

 

I've done some searching around at ads and whatnot to see how the market is for finding a guy, and either everyone who advertises is well above average in all categories or it's a liars paradise. Obviously the latter is most likely..

 

And you know what, when we made up our own ads we decided to hell with it and bucked the trend. We wanted to make sure that when someone saw us in RL they would be happily suprised that we are as good or better than written instead of worse. I know it probably wont help us in scoring more invites, but we are busy people and I'd rather not waste a ton of time with invites based on exaggeration.

 

 

 

Back to original topic, I would just chalk it up to numbers. I know just from searching that finding a prospective 3rd (or couple) is a game of numbers. Sucks, but unless you have amazing luck, you likely will find some duds along the way.

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My first and only mfm so far was a dud... performance issues which can happen... but hey... live up to the oral you said you were so great at... he never even found my clit. after a while i rolled over and looked at Pete and mouthed...'get him out of here...'

o well.....................................

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MFM is our favorite and we tend to find them on the swinger sites or at the club. If on the sites, we chat extensively so there is some level of familiarity and some expectations have been discussed. The chats can reveal a great deal of information, like it he is bi, is wanting to be serviced, married and cheating. Only a couple of times have we discovered someone was untruthful about size or age. Pictures can be deceiving :(

 

We rarely meet with a single guy who is inexperienced in threesomes. There's a certain level of respect and appreciation that the 3rd needs to exhibit in order for the encounter to be successful. I also make it clear that while nobody will go away unsatisfied, that mfm is all about the woman and her experience.

 

We've had our share of bad mfm's but as we gain experience, we know some of the warning signs to look for. The worst experiences we have had were more or less created by us failing to do our due diligence in getting to know the guy a bit. These were spur of the moment meets when we suddenly discovered we had the house to ourselves, LOL. :)

 

Keep trying, maybe evaluate how you are finding the guys. Tell them you've had some bad experiences and ask a lot of questions. Maybe look at their certifications on the swinger sites or ask around for some "references". Good luck!!!

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I agree with Angel, it is difficult sometimes to find the right guy, it is probaly best to have a foursome and one of the ldies sits out and watches so you can get used to it. Then if you want a single guy, search carefully

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      "Oh, god, yes," she cooed as he came. David let out one last grunt as his body jerked, and one last long stream of cum dripped onto my wife. I kissed Mari - realizing that I had seen her emerge. My perfect butterfly, covered with another man's seed. David collapsed at the end of the bed as Mari and I wrapped our hearts tightly around each other. We basked in the afterglow of an incredible fantasy, unaware that, for us, the night was young. We dressed, David and Mari kissed one last time, and then we left the room for the next adventuresome group.

      We fully expected to leave soon thereafter. Instead, almost unbelievingly, the stars aligned, and we had another encounter.

      Mari went to the bar, still sexily disheveled, and started talking to a single woman that we had met earlier, helping her fend off a torrent of attention, gladly taking on some for herself. Knowing she was having fun, I left her alone while I went to the restroom.

      I normally don't strike up conversations at the urinal, but all rules have exceptions.

      "I'm not gay," I said to the guy spilling beer one stall over, "but that is a really nice shirt."

      I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it. Dark blue flames on white silk. Sharp as a switchblade.

      "Thanks," He said. "My wife bought it. I don't remember where."

      "Well - it's a great-looking shirt."

      The conversation eroded as our bathroom purposes came to an end, and we awkwardly took turns with the soap dispenser. He left before my paws were dry, and as I wiped the last of the evidence on my jeans, I walked out to put what I thought would be the final hit on my wife.I was quite wrong.

      Mr Nice Shirt was in the hallway with a gorgeous blond - tall and thin, with stunning blue eyes and long legs on high heels.

      "Hey, hon." he said, "where did you get this shirt? This guy likes it."

      She told me - but hell if I remember. I was captivated by her. Where she bought the shirt went in one ear and out the other, but her, I was drinking in till I reached the bottom of the glass. It was a nice shirt - but she was significantly nicer. I watched her lips as she talked and wondered what they tasted like; I watched her chest when she paused - also wondering what it tasted like. Soon the shirt was forgotten.

      But - I found out later - they thought I was a single, which wasn't their thing - and they excused themselves. I made my dejected way back to Mari - still with her single friend - still at the center of a crowd. I walked to the center and kissed her hard, because I could, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to go?" She nodded and told me she needed to check her hair before she did. I wasn't the only one who watched her walk to the restroom - perfect hips massaging the inside of her brown suede skirt. I sat at the bar, watching what passed for porn on the satellite feed, and waited...And waited...And realized I wasn't enjoying the porn enough to not be worried about my wife...I wandered through the club, weaving my way between connections being made and broken - singles getting lucky or rejected - women being fondled or ignored... The witching hour had arrived, and folks were grouping off with the hopes that productive conversations weren't about to produce wilted results. And in the bathroom door, Mari had become the target of Mr Cool-Shirt and his incredible wife. They stood in a tight but respectful group, chittering like old friends... I watch Mari laugh at some witty thing and then look up to see me walking her way.

      "That's my husband," she said, maybe a bit too proudly, and the blond woman whom I'd already memorized turned and smiled - wickedly surprised if that is a workable combination. A three-way conversation in the door of the women's room became a spirited four-way as we realized that - not only was I, not a single guy, we all had much more than that in common; two pairs of soulmates on different planes of experience. Best friends who do everything together - who were about to drift upstairs...

      They had been to many clubs and had much background in the lifestyle, and as we made our way upstairs, they shared themselves in a way that makes the lifestyle so much more than sex. We drifted from room to room, listening to them talk about their "hobby" and how they survived within it. For a moment, the idea of "playing" with our new friends disappeared as these gorgeous people became so incredibly fascinating. It seemed like every line of conversation revealed more in common, more useful advice, more to like...And then she closed the door...

      "I like you guys," Kim - this gorgeous blond said, her voice going from friendly to lusty. "Let's play."

      Mari and I snapped back to reality quickly. We were in a swing club, and we were not going home anytime soon... I didn't need to look at Mari to know that she was okay with this. I'd watched her as she watched Joe's lips move when he talked. I had seen her smile when he touched her shoulder. And I had absolutely nothing to think about as Kim lay on the bed, smiling and lifting her legs to show a shaved and pantiless play area.

      "What do you say?" She asked, staring at me hypnotically.

      Nothing... There was nothing I could say. I was hers - but better yet, she was about to be mine. Joe sat on a chair in the corner of the room - thinking, I suppose, that he might watch for a while. But Mari was having none of that, straddling his lap and wrapping her tongue around his. Kim lay on her back, and I ran my hands down her legs, lifting her feet and helping her with the boots that she wasn't going to be needing for a while. Her long thin legs were, on their own, plenty to enjoy - but when the boots were shed, my hands wandered higher as I slid onto the bed with her, kissing her gently at first - enjoying her soft but expert tongue. Her hands made short work of my belt as mine found her small, tight breasts. She seemed eager to catch up with Mari, who had quickly moved to a kneel in front of Joe and was blowing him madly - her head bobbing furiously.

      I didn't object and let her push me over to my back. My eyes caught Joe's, and he smiled widely, dazed but certainly feeling every stroke of Mari's expert tongue. Mari worked his shaft with one tight fist and had pushed the blue flamed shirt up to his strong chest. She was moaning around him - and he encouraged her. The sounds were nearly as hot as the visual of my beautiful wife gobbling our new friend with such abandon. I could have lost myself watching the two of them, just experiencing the pleasure my wife was giving another man, but I was soon pulled expertly out of the moment as bright blue eyes looked up at me past short blond hair, and a wet tongue flicked between a wicked grin and eagerly tasted the tip of my cock...I looked down at Kim as she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, seeming to savor the taste. Her eyes locked on mine, and her smile never failed......until she took me into her mouth, slowly swallowing half of me and then pulling me out just as deliberately. I groaned, body twitching and cock responding to her attentions.

      "You like that?" she asked, a trail of my excitement still leading to her lips.I just swallowed and grinned - and she correctly took that as a "yes". Her eyes finally left mine as she took me again, this time with abandon. Her tongue danced around my cock as her lips tightly massaged my shaft. Her hands jerked me and my hips rocked slightly, finding her manic rhythm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her expertise, my fingers twisting in her short hair. I could feel her taking me deeper until it seemed the head of my cock was so deep in her that I could almost feel it with the hand that was on the back of her head. Her warmth was complimented by a perfect wetness. She stroked me with one hand as her other hand massaged my balls - coaxing my cum from them - eager for a taste of her good work. I heard a squeal and looked up just in time to see a naked Mari tossed onto the bed beside us. Joe was naked as well - his tall, thin frame sporting a desperate erection. He dropped to the bed between Mari's legs and began to kiss her breasts, one after another, commenting loudly on her large, long nipples. Kim was looking over, obviously admiring them herself. She looked up at me, her lips still around my excitement, her face flushed. I smiled at her and nodded - unable to ask her if she wanted what Mari was about to be getting... Somehow she read me and nodded back - letting me go with a gentle pop - and climbed up on the bed, shedding what little clothing she still had on. I pulled off my shirt and settled between her legs.

      The wives were now on the bed, lying side by side, with two enthusiastic husbands now heading south hungrily. Kim's pussy was perfectly shaved with small lips and a perfect clit. I licked gently at first, tasting her fully... This was the first pussy I'd tasted since my marriage, and I was going to enjoy it fully. I slipped my hands beneath her ass to lift her slightly, angling her just right... And sunk my tongue deeply into her, tasting her as she tightened around the intrusion. She whimpered slightly and bucked - and I lost myself... My fingers swam in and out of her as my tongue found every unique spot that seemed to make her jerk with electricity. Her eyes were clamped shut as I ate her, and her hands gripped my head harder and more desperately, soon governing my attentions to just her clit as she climbed higher... Closer to the edge of orgasm. I heard Mari scream as she came, thrashing her hips forcefully against Joe's face, forcing him to hang on... Kim heard her, too, and seemed to catch Mari's orgasm just as Mari was coming down... One loud "OHH!" was all she moaned as her body spasmed beneath my feasting tongue. She jerked hard, holding my face tightly to her and riding her orgasm out against my tongue. I held her thighs as she began to land. She slid her hands to my cheeks and pulled herself to me. "My god," was all she said before she kissed me and pulled me back to the bed.

      Joe was on top of Mari, thrusting his fingers into her roughly, and Kim held me as we watched Mari cum again. Mari's vocal aerobics shook the walls again as she came a second time, right on top of her first one. She seemed to cum for minutes before she finally stopped thrusting her hips against Joe's aggressive hand.

      "Wow," Kim said, looking at me. "Is she always this loud?"

      "I'd like to think so," I replied, smiling.

      "I have no doubt, then."

      Kim grinned as she kissed me, pushing me to my knees. She crawled in front of me and took me in her mouth again, egging me on to thrust. I did so - watching as Mari laid Joe on the bed and then knelt between his legs again. I grabbed Kim's perfect ass with both hands and pushed forward gently, barely containing my arousal as Mari began to stroke Joe's thick cock.I heard Kim sucking me wetly, accepting my thrusts as Joe moaned with approval as Mari gave him a masterful hand job, puckering her lips around the head of his cock as she stroked him. My head swam for ten minutes, watching my wife and feeling Joe's. I was near the edge when Joe screamed out his arrival. Kim flipped around quickly, eager to watch her husband's pleasure, and slid a hand down to cup his balls just as he erupted. His first shot a foot into the air. Mari moaned, "YESSS!" as he came - excited at the sight of his orgasm. His hips thrust slightly as the rest of his orgasm ran down his cock and over Mari's still-pumping fist.

      He lay there - satisfied - and Kim turned, grinning, back to me. The only difference is that this time - so did Mari. I had four lustful eyes looking at me hungrily, and I knew that one of my favorite fantasies was going to come true. I was pushed back into the pillow and watched as a blond and brunette devoured my cock - neither of them losing steam. One would suck my balls while the other pistoned on my hot shaft - then they'd switch - dancing their tongues up either side of me as they went... "This is a vision you'll never forget," Joe chattered - coming back to his senses. I quietly agreed with him, watching as they pleasured me - unable to drink it in enough. Just the sight was enough to make me cum... The sensation of two talented tongues, two eager mouths, brought me closer to the edge than I ever thought possible... Joe seemed to agree, now standing at the side of the bed stroking a resurrected erection. But - I was the first to see them kiss...And it was almost too much... Kim and Mari's tongues soon discovered each other and left my cock to pursue each other. I was remarkably okay with that. Kim and Mari's passionate lip lock was more than Joe could handle.

      "Oh my god," he said to Mari. "I had no idea you were into that."

      "I wasn't," Mari said truthfully - and then quickly returned to what she swears was one of the best kissers she'd ever known. I joined Joe in the perverse ritual, not caring if they ever touched me again - as long as they didn't stop touching each other. Their hands fondled each other, their tongues twisted together... And the room seemed to heat up by twenty degrees.

      I'd never thought I'd see my wife so wild for another woman, but there they were, wrapped together, making out like high school kids. The scene proved to be too much, and Joe yelled out Mari's name. Mari moved over beneath him, her tongue out and eager, just as Joe came again. If it is possible, his second orgasm seemed larger than his first, streaming into Mari's open mouth in jet after jet. And that was enough for me... I knelt over Kim and let go of her waiting tongue. She excitedly swallowed what she caught - what she didn't streamed down her cheeks as I jerked out the last of my orgasm and collapsed beside her...I remember Joe leaving and coming back with a glass of pop for all of us to share, but for the life of me, I don't remember much else. We all lay together for a while - talking again like old friends and laughing. The biggest difference this time was being able to watch breasts jiggle with every well-told joke or story.

      We exchanged e-mails, hugs, and kisses... But I wasn't offered the shirt...When we finally left - the club owner was cleaning up, barely beating the sun, which would be showing itself soon. One of the staff smiled at us and said somewhat meekly, "You guys sounded great." I suppose she's right - a perfect encounter inspires some wonderful loudness. The night was a surprise from the start - we'd done more than we'd ever expected and made friends on top of it. And it was one of those friendships that inspired me to surprise Mari with one last step in her now complete emergence.
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