My first and only M/M/F situation ended in a very strange way. A good friend and I were in a very unique bar that catered to hipsters (for lack of a better term). It was an odd mix of people dancing to music you've never heard before but it was certainly something to see.

It's hard to remember exactly how it started but a curvy girl in glasses with large breasts sat with me while I watched the dance floor from the side lines. We chatted a bit and got to know the usual details about each other until my best friend came off the dance floor and joined us. I introduced my guy friend to this stranger and we all casually talked.

Eventually, the girl made a move and kissed me for a few minutes. After a bit more conversation between the girl and my pal, she kissed him. I remember making eye contact with my friend as if to say "is this really going to happen?". The girl had probably been drinking quite a bit before she introduced herself because it seemed like she was feeling pretty good as time went on and we hadn't done any hard drinking with her. She told us "you're both so cute it's hard to decide between us". To which I replied "why choose?".

Closing time came fairly quickly after that and it was time to leave. My friend and I ushered out the girl and asked how we would get her safely back home and she divulged that she lived right down the street.

We found the girl's place and followed her inside. I beleive the girl left us alone for a minute which allowed me and my friend to discuss what was happening. This situation was not the norm for either of is at the time and certainly not together.

The girl came back and foreplay began in her bedroom. My pal and I took turns on either end of her as she laid on her back the entire time, eating her out, having our dicks sucked and eventually me having sex with her while she blew my pal.

The problem was that the girl was starting to get too drunk or too weird about the situation (it was hard to tell) and kept having us stop every 30 seconds just as we were getting a rhythm going. She never said she wanted to quit or that she had changed her mind, it seemed like she may have been so drunk that all the activity may have been causing her to get nauseous. This constant stopping really kill the fun of it and the two condoms I brought went pretty quickly when we kept having to switch places and I took one off and put another back on. My friend asked for a condom but, by that time, I had used the two already for myself and neither of us were any where near finished.

Eventually, the girl excused herself and went to the bathroom. My pal and I were concerned about her so we waited nearby in her kitchen and didn't bother turning the lights on. He and I stood there, in the dark, completely nude, discussing the absurd situation we were in. We debated what the girl could be doing since she made no noises to indicate whether she may be vomiting but it wouldn't have surprised me. After a few minutes with no change, we joked that she could be dead but we were really assuming she was probably passed out on her bathroom floor. Either way, we didn't want to intrude on her and we were obviously getting no where with our threesome so he and I quickly and quietly dressed and left the house.

We laughed on the ride home about how ridiculous the night of "getting lucky" had gone. We knew her first name and that was about it so we had no way of even calling her the next day to follow up. Weeks later, we were back at the bar and spotted her in the crowd so we knew she was alive but we never approached her again.