Women are not men. What pleases a man most often upsets a woman. For example, what please a man most, the visuals, does not please her as much as the surroundings and atmosphere and the sounds. Men fall in love with what they see; women, with what they hear. Dim lights, soft music, and sweet utterances open women's legs. Strive for romantic, not porn.
Many husbands will blow the first MMF encounter by cost-consciously assuming that since they will not spend the night in the hotel room, they should get the cheapest hotel room possible. Huge mistake—much better to damn the expense and stay in a lavish and romantic bed and breakfast. The room was ugly and cheap, so by extension was the sex.
The more special the first threesome is, the more likely that there will be a second and third encounter. Bulls are for experienced hotwives, not first-timers.
If you have never danced, slow danced, in a candle-lit room, with smooth, sensual 1950s jazz softly playing, your wife blindfolded, her body tightly and warmly sandwiched between you and another man, a man who, like you, kisses and caresses her endlessly, pressing her against your body so firmly at times that she lifted off the floor, pelvis to pelvis to pelvis, with both you and he slowly removing your clothes, while still embracing her still-dressed body, letting her discover both your and his hunger for her by both of you pressing against her body's heat, freeing erections, stiff cocks pressing against her ass, thighs, and hands, with more and more clothes falling to the floor, bit by bit, revealing naked male bodies, then carefully removing one piece of her clothing at a time, her blouse, her skirt, her bra, her panties, slowly freeing her breasts and exposing her pubic hair, both of you kissing and caressing her just exposed flesh, until you three intimately press against each other's naked skin, while still languorously slow dancing, the music's rhythm guiding everyone's motions, male fingers running through her hair, her breasts cupped by one man from behind, as the other kisses her deeply, you turning her to face him, him slowly turning her to face you, her body unhurriedly turning and turning in the embrace of lust-filled men, her eyes then blindfolded, making her skin alive to each touch, each caress, each nibble, each lick, each hand stroke, and each hot breath against her proffered naked body becomes charged with uncertain excitement, as she wonders if there really only two men who are devouring her naked body with their hands and eyes and mouths; if you haven't experienced this, you must before you die.
