I was on vacation, a couple of hundred miles south on the East Coast at an Atlantic Ocean beach resort. This day the weather turned sour, cloudy, rainy and windy. Not a great day for the beach, or much of any fun-in-the-sun activities. Previously I was working diligently perfecting my summer tan. I don't hardly burn, just turn to a deep brown, so I try to get as much warm sun as possible before the long, cold winter takes it all away. So I had a different idea to have an adventure. I checked on my favorite hookup site and I got this short message "How about a MF couple?" OK, wow. Too good to be true I'm sure. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to engage for the moment.

So I responded "I would enjoy that. I always like group activities. I can't supply the F this time though." What I got in response was even more interesting. "No worries, when are you available?"

"Might be late tonight." I responded.

He came back with "Ok let us know. At this point I figured there's a slight possibility this is legit, but still likely too good to be true.

So I thought for a while to figure out a strategy to not get suckered in, but still seem cooperative. I responded with "If I can get to you folks around 11, is that too late?" That was true, as I was tied up for the evening.

He said, "Not at all, keep us updated." A few hours later I got another message, "Still looking".

So I thought, Geez, this seems for real. But these open, unsolicited requests for a third in a MFM don't come along every day. It's probably some sort of scam, but there's a slight possibility this could be the real thing. I would love to get involved in a 3-way, even if the third is another male. But I had to get a better feel for where this guy's head was at.

It was after 11, and I was free, and responded. "I'm free. What would you like me to do for you?"

He responded "Are you available tonight" No punctuation. That usually means the guy doesn't want to waste any time. Of course I responded "Yes I am now."

All his responses were very quick, which means he's playing a scam, or he's really motivated. He texted back "We are at the XXX XX XXXXX" (Location of motel redacted). I responded with "Love to visit. Where should I go?". This was my big test. If folks don't respond with a location, then they are not saying "go", and they are screwing with me as they avoid commitment. But he just responded with the same thing. I looked it up, and that's a legit place where he was reported to be.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I started on the road for the 20 minute journey. I wanted to at least be in the area so if this MFM three-way was for real, I didn't want to blow it by taking too long. Half way in the drive to the motel, thinking about it, I pulled over to text one more message. I really did expect a scam. So to respond to another question he had about if I was local, I wrote "Visiting the XXX. What do you want us to do 2nite?" and continued to drive off. I got a quick response. At a light I looked at my phone sitting on the console.

What I saw was "Fuck my wife cum in my mouth", and "Suck me". My jaw dropped and my penis stiffened and tingled a little. If this works out, I'll be in my first MFM and get everything I want, tits, pussy to fuck, a mouth to unload into, and a cock to suck. I recalled how I twice blew a chance to be the M in a MFF.

One of my thoughts was to manage my expectations. I wasn't likely to fuck the next supermodel, or probably even a hot MILF. I thought she was going to be rather unshapely, not so pretty or very much not a sex expert. But still, a working pussy is good enough, and I'd still get my cock sucked, and have a mouth to shoot my jizz.

My response was "Sounds great. I'm a few miles away." After I parked, I saw the last message he sent, "Room 125".
My thoughts were that this is going to be great, but be ready for anything. I hid my wallet in my car, parked kinda far away, and made my way to the motel room door, and knocked. I was ready to run at the slightest suspicion of trouble.

It opened quickly. What I saw was an older man, about my age, mostly naked, opening the door for me. That right there was a little relief, as thugs seldom undress. The room was pretty dark, lit only by the bathroom light and the flickering of a large screen television. There were two others on the bed. One was an older, dark haired woman, sitting up under the sheets, and on the foot of the bed was a larger but younger bearded man with no pants on and a limp penis nestled in a pubic bush that looked just fine. I stepped in the door and closed it. The man returned to his position on the bed sitting next to his wife. His rather thick penis was also in plain view in the dim light, hanging at rest in front of his trimmed balls.