Personally, I regretted my MFM experience a lot.) I’ll only tell you about the very first time so I don’t overload you.
My husband talked me into diversifying our sex life. Fine, okay. He invited his best friend. First fail — the friend’s dick turned out to be bigger, even if only slightly. I can read my husband’s emotions, so I immediately realized it upset him. Personally I don’t give a damn about size, but male ego is fragile, unfortunately.
Second fail — the buddy immediately put his cock in my pussy and you couldn’t drag him out of there by the ears, while the husband was supposed to make do with my mouth. Apparently for men a vagina ranks higher than a mouth, so the husband took offense. But he gave in.
Then he got even more puffed up when he saw that the friend had a finger in my ass. You see, I rarely allow my husband that, and here I immediately let a stranger do it — though to be honest, in that situation I didn’t even have time to protest. The fact that his buddy periodically slapped me on the ass didn’t particularly please the husband either. I don’t know what he expected from our experiment in that case.
In the end my unlovable one still swapped places with his friend, but it didn’t get any better. New fail — a simple blowjob wasn’t enough for the friend, so he himself casually moved his hips and you could say used my mouth. I don’t like that either, but by that point I was already tired and just put up with it. But as it later turned out during the debrief — I was the one at fault for not stopping him.
When it was all over there was a long awkward pause, then the friend finally left, and the husband started listing all his grievances to me. Why he had suggested it if he then switched on this kind of possessive mode — unclear. With difficulty I managed to calm him down, even though at that moment I was the one who needed calming — I was completely exhausted. But the fails kept coming. A couple of days later his friend started messaging me — first things like “that was fun,” “you’re awesome,” “can’t even believe we did that.” I had no idea how to act, but out of politeness I replied “yeah,” “ahaha,” “well.” Then he got a bit bolder — “you suck so good,” “we should do it again.” At that point I just put embarrassed smileys and that was it.
But it all ended epically — he sent me his dick pic. And the guy had clearly prepared: lighting, angle, the whole thing. That’s when I decided to tell my husband. In the end the husband fought with him, and then sulked at me for a long time too. Anyway, the moral: make 100% sure your other half is ready for this kind of experiment, and only then get into it. And set aside money in the family budget for a psychologist.