I can’t believe I’m actually here, naked in your bedroom, with you and your husband. You’re standing before me wearing only your bra and panties, and I can’t take my eyes off of you. Your beautiful curves and satiny skin are all on display. It’s easy for me to see why he fell for you. In addition to being funny and charming, you’re sexy as hell — and you know it.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you in your underwear, for sure. We’ve shared enough dressing rooms that I’ve gotten glimpses of you in all sorts of lingerie — from plain white cotton to fancy French lace. But this time, it’s different. This time, there’s intent. You weren’t undressing moments ago because you were going to try on an outfit for clubbing. You stripped down to your skimpy skivvies because we’ve gotten together for a threesome — our first for us as a trio.

When you’d asked me to join the two of you for a hot night of passion, I’d carefully considered your request because I was worried about how crossing the line would affect our friendship. But I also held my tongue for a heartbeat or two because I didn’t want to act too eager. I didn’t want you to think I was secretly lusting after your husband — even though I was.

He’s a good-looking guy who causes most of the ladies in our social circle to swoon. But if I’m going to be completely honest, I have to admit that I’m equally interested in you. I’d admired your hunky man from a socially polite distance — always keeping my hands to myself. But after you and he exchanged vows, my bisexual side secretly simmered. My subtle attraction to you heated up slowly over the years. I would often fantasize about how both of you would look while fucking each other silly. It took me by surprise when my lust became too intense to deny and finally boiled over.

What I’m trying to say is that your indecent proposal came at the perfect time.

When you invited me into your marital bed, I saw a glimmer of attraction flash in your eyes. A shine that suggested your erotic dreams matched mine. That peek at your undeniable passion helped make my decision for me. And that’s why I’m naked and walking toward you, eager to get you out of those last few scraps of clothing that you’re wearing — so I can take turns pleasuring you and your man.

Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s electrified as I realize that my fantasies are about to become a reality. It seems too good to be true, but there you are — eager and waiting for my touch.

Your husband is on the mattress, wearing only his boxers. His underwear is tented by his temptingly erect cock. He’s leaning back against a pile of pillows, while he quietly observes us. His hair is mussed in a sexy way, and his eyes are half-lidded. He’s smiling a lazy, happy smile as he watches me approach you. When I imagined how this scene would unfold, I’d expected him to direct the action; he’s usually such a take-charge guy. Instead, he’s surprised me, being mellow and laidback. He’s letting us ladies set the pace and make the decisions.

You always told me he’s a selfless lover, and now, I’m seeing that attractive quality firsthand.

I think he senses the erotic tension that’s been brewing between you and I all night. Hell, maybe he’s been aware of our attraction to each other even longer than that — perhaps even longer than we knew ourselves. Because it’s been there, humming under the surface of our friendship as we tried to ignore its existence. Until tonight. Tonight is the night we all admit the sexy truth — even if we only let our actions speak on our behalf.

You’re wearing what I know is your favorite bra-and-panty set. It’s made of a pale pink lace that complements your skin tone perfectly. I thought so when you bought it. And while I knew there was always the chance I’d see you in it, I never thought I’d ever be stripping you out of it in front of your horny hubby.

The swirls of lace play peek-a-boo with your nipples as you fidget, and the occasional glimpse of those nubs makes my heart beat wildly. You’re so lovely that I don’t know where to start, but I let my instincts guide me.

I’m standing so close to you that I can feel the heat of your body and smell your intoxicating perfume.

I’m keenly aware of your husband’s presence. The idea of putting on a lesbian sex show just for him makes my pussy drip. Occasionally, I hear the whisper of the bedsheets as he shifts and moves.

I reach up and stroke your hair back from your face. The hue is new for you — a deep, rich brown that makes your eyes take on a golden glow. I like it. The shade is bold and beautiful — just like you. Your lips are parted slightly, giving you a look of naïve wonderment that I find endearing. Even in this dim light, I can see that your cheeks are flushed a pretty pink that’s slightly darker than your soon-to-be -discarded lingerie.

Anticipation is making my head spin as much as it’s making my cunt ache with want. I can’t wait any longer, so I lean in and touch my lips to yours. They’re so incredibly soft. I slide my fingers into your tresses possessively as you open your mouth, allowing me entry. My questing tongue meets your more shy one. But you soon become more bold, occasionally offering little flicks that make my clit pulse. Still making out with you, I reach behind your back, unhooking your bra and pulling the straps off your shoulders. I break our lip-lock, simply so I can watch the lace slip away and reveal your luscious breasts. Your tits are so soft and full. I can’t resist touching them. I cup them in my hands and strum your stiffening nipples with my thumbs. You sigh softly at the same time your husband releases an appreciative moan.

The sound of his rapturous utterance gives me a cunt-quivering thrill.

I walk you back toward the bed, and he thoughtfully moves out of our way. It’s a California king, so there’s plenty of space for all three of us. Still, he makes sure that he stays off to the side and gives us as much room as possible.

To me, he’s acting as if we’re a beautiful erotic mirage — and if he makes one wrong move, we’ll dissipate. I’m grateful he’s so gracious and that he’s giving us this chance to indulge in our girl-lust. But I know he’s getting something out of this, too. I feel his eyes trained on us, his gaze heavy with carnal longing.

You and I lay on our sides, facing each other as we let our hands roam over one another’s body. Your skin is hot, as if you’re fevered, and your breasts crush against mine as we embrace. Holding you tight to me as I drown in your kisses, I almost feel like I could do this all night and be satisfied — almost.

We know that all of us want more.

When you trail your lips down my neck, reaching that tender spot that drives me crazy, I clutch your hair in my fist and whimper helplessly. You lick my sensitive skin, and I feel my pussy growing progressively wetter. Fueled by my desire, I start to unconsciously buck my hips toward you.

I’m a chaotic bundle of unanswered cravings. My mind has gone blank as I succumb to the overwhelming sensations ricocheting through me.

Wedging your thigh between my legs, you then grind your limb against my sloppy slit. The pressure is intense, and my arousal grows with each rocking motion of your body.

As I hungrily ride your thigh, you stroke one of my breasts. Your fingers make soft circles, teasing me as you close in on my nipple. Taking the tiny nub between your thumb and forefinger, you give it one sharp pinch as you jam your leg against the split of my body. I feel pleasure burst inside me, an intense explosion that leaves me a shivering mess in your arms.

You give me a lingering kiss on the lips before pulling away with a smug smile of satisfaction.

“Two can play that game, you little minx,” I whisper, making you giggle.

But your laughter stops the instant I flip you onto your back and grab at your panties. Clutching madly at the lace, I rip your undies off with very little grace. I know what lies beneath them, and I’m too eager to taste you.

Normally, an orgasm leaves me sated and sleepy, but the one you gave me did not even take the edge off. It sparked an insatiable desire for you. You’re finally naked, and I pause for a second to admire your sylph-like figure. Your pale skin practically glows, like you’re some mystical, magical creature. I don’t know how I’ve gotten so lucky to have you as a best friend, and now a lover.

I briefly look at your husband. He’s slipped out of his boxers, and he’s stroking his shaft with a snug fist. He’s laser-focused on us, and his attention is exciting to me. I can’t wait to manhandle his meat and ride his rod, while you’re perched on his handsome face.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I position my head between your parted thighs, keeping my eyes locked on your face. I want to see your expression as I eat you. I want to watch the emotions flit across your features as I give you all the pleasure you deserve.

Stroking the soft skin of your thighs, I take my first long, slow lick of your slit. Your lips form an “O,” and your eyes flutter closed as you surrender. I like that a single touch of my tongue makes you drift off on a cloud of bliss.

You’re so very wet, and I lap at your sex, delighting in the musky taste of you. Your clit is swollen and easy to find, and I circle it with my lips, giving it soft, rhythmic sucks as I tickle your button with my tongue. I want to get you off quickly, only so I can make you come again and again. After all, we have the whole night to play, and I intend to make the most of it.

I lick and suck and moan against your wet sex. Your thighs shut tight around my ears, but I can still hear you cry out my name — and your husband’s helpless moans. The sounds make me work even harder. From the tension in your thighs and the way you’re arching your back, I think you’re close to coming.

Your hubby inches closer to us, but I don’t mind. He’s holding one of your hands and whispering something that I can’t quite make out. But I feel the connection and the love flowing between the two of you. It makes me feel even more honored that you invited me to share this intimate experience with both of you.

You open your eyes, staring into his before the two of you share a deep kiss. He strokes your body gently, caressing your breasts and stomach. You break the kiss and lock eyes with me, petting my hair as you wantonly thrust your hips toward my face. I increase the pace and intensity of my tongue’s motions, and your body grows taut before you cry out and quake uncontrollably. I tighten my grip on your thighs to keep you in place as I continue to lap at you, while you ride out your orgasmic release.

When your cries become desperate whimpers, I back away. You’re panting, your breasts rising and falling hypnotically.

“Come,” you say, crooking your finger at me.

I let you maneuver me, following your orders to face your feet and straddle your face. You pull me down toward you, and I settle my pussy against your lips. Eating you to orgasm made me a slippery mess down there, and I writhe against you, letting my juices gloss your lips. You spread your legs slightly, your hips mimicking my lewd dance. Your husband recognizes the wordless invitation and slips between your thighs.

His hefty cock is every bit as impressive as you’ve led me to believe. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he holds his shaft steady, running the head of it along your slit. Every time he reaches the top, bumping against your hypersensitive clit, you raise your hips, begging him with your body. At the same time, your wild moans vibrate against my clit, causing me to make a similar sound. It’s like your voice is traveling through me. Your husband smiles because he knows what he’s doing. His actions are teasing both of us, and I can tell by the look on his face that this thrills him.

However, his will to toy with us is soon replaced by his more base desires. He shoves into you in one quick, hard stroke, making you and I both groan loudly. For a moment, he averts his eyes, his lips set in a hard line. He looks as if he’s concentrating on not coming immediately. I can hardly blame him as I imagine how hot and wet you must be inside.

I feel like I can no longer control myself. My hips are rocking as I ride your mouth, feeling another orgasm ready to burst at any second. Your husband has regained his control, his eyes traveling down my nude body to admire where you and I are joined. You’re eating me noisily, and I know the sound is inspiring to us both. He thrusts into you forcefully as he matches my body’s rhythm. He leans forward, and I meet him halfway, the two of us joining in a kiss that’s redolent of your sweetness. He laps at my lips, stealing away the taste of you. Our tongues tangle wildly as we clutch each other. Our climaxes hit at almost the same time, and we’re filled with joyful pleasure — all because of you.

The three of us recline on the bed for a while, a mass of sweaty, quivering limbs. But your husband’s unflagging dick swells anew as you and I caress one another’s naked tits.

He gives his tumescence a tug, and before long, he’s fully erect.

I take that as my cue and slither downward to stroke him with my warm hands and then suck his renewed staff into my mouth.

My senses are filled with the musky perfume of your combined fluids. I suck the remnants of your lovemaking off his rod. He rests his hands on my head, his fingers tangling in my messy hair. He holds me in place as he fucks my face, and the gesture is so dirty and primal that I can’t help but moan around my mouthful of cock.

He shifts his body, so he’s lying flat on his back, and I never let my lips leave his boner. I see he’s got one pillow under his head as he reaches over and grabs you. He deftly seats you on his face as you stare in my direction.

You coo softly as your husband clutches your hips and eats your cunt with gusto.

I rise and promptly impale myself on his prick. He groans against your messy crotch, and I lean forward to share a kiss with you. We hold hands as you writhe like a madwoman on your man’s tongue and I bounce on his rock-hard dick.

I never expected him to rebound so quickly from his first climax, but I should have known how special he is if he’s managed to keep you — and keep you satisfied.

Speaking of satisfaction, you began to release little “oohs” and “ahhs,” and the snapping of your hips grows sharper with each of your motions.

Your guy’s gargantuan dick fills me up so good. His girth is stretching my walls and making me moan with abandon. I rub my clit against his pelvis with each downward lunge. But before long, I leave him buried deep inside me and grind, grind, grind — until my orgasm sparks like a match strike and sets me aflame.

I’m consumed by the orgasmic conflagration the two of you have lit. I continue my dirty dance on his dick as my pussy clutches and releases him rhythmically. I know every motion of my hips and every spasming muscle are driving him ever closer to another body-wracking release.

I want you to join him. I reach out and roughly pinch your nipples, twisting them and giving you the perfect amount of pain. You gasp loudly, and your man utters a muffled, wet-sounding moan, which makes me think your succulent pussy has released another burst of juice.

We are united in our mutual orgasmic goal, and as my quivering cunt feels the first spurt of your husband’s cream, I torment your nipples anew, and he appears to increase the intensity of his tongue.

You tumble after your spouse, following him into the abyss with a beautiful shout.

Our path to this moment started as a slow burn — and now I know we will never let that fire go out.