Bob and I shared a few threesomes before we were married, but it had been several years since we’d met anyone special enough to invite to our bedroom. Sean, Bob’s roommate from the base, sure did seem like a winner, though. I thought about Sean, and the coolness of his voice and the flash of his green eyes. He was a well-built, handsome, articulate man. I didn’t know him well, but he intrigued me. Just thinking of the three of us together was such a turn-on. I envisioned their two hard, eager bodies next to mine and almost groaned out loud.

Though I’m usually somewhat timorous at first, Bob knows how to get the passion to simmer in me until modesty ceases to exist and pleasure is all that matters. My sexuality, I figure, is like a quietly’ smoldering fire. All it takes is a certain spark to start a raging flame, and Bob loves to strike that match.

My husband is a tall blond in his early twenties. He has a well-cut, muscular body and a cock that’s like a velvet-covered iron rod. I can never get enough of him — partly because he’s so much fun and partly because, even though we’re married, we see each other only once or twice a week. When he’s on duty, he lives in the bachelor quarters on the base. Since we spend so much time apart, we make sure that the time we have together is uniquely special. Of course, knowing we might have a threesome this particular night made me anxious and excited, but Bob rubbed my tight shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you.”

My husband’s suggestive words echoed in my ears as I walked to our bedroom in a daze. I savored the delightful tingle of excitement which rippled through me as I undressed. I stumbled dreamily under the gushing spray· of our shower. Warm, damp desire stirred between my legs as my fantasies continued, so that I left the water wetter than when I’d entered it. When Bob came into our bedroom to watch me dress, he stroked my slick pussy fondly and noted my obvious horniness.

“What’s all this?” he grinned.

“I can’t believe I’m so wet,” I confessed. I oozed excitement into his hand.

“I can. I know what you like.”

He did indeed. My husband knows well how much I like to fuck and be fucked. He was also aware that in spite of my lusty nature, he’d caught me in a self-conscious moment about the night ahead of us. When I reached for a modest pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he stopped me.

“Come out in something sexy,” he insisted. “Stockings, or your blue satin teddy.” Bob paused, stepped out of his jeans and yanked off his shirt. “This is how we’ll be waiting. Surprise us. I know you won’t let me down.” He gave me a hot kiss and closed the door as he left the room.

I rolled my eyes in momentary indecision and poked through my lingerie. Something subtle yet suggestive seemed appropriate, so I decided on a short nightdress with a satiny, flared skirt, which I’d never worn before. The bodice was soft, sheer lace, and I liked the way my breasts showed through the flimsy material. I knew Bob would be pleased. but I wasn’t quite ready to flounce into the living room and flaunt my half-naked body, so I tied a kimono over it loosely.

The guys looked very casual sitting at either end of our sofa, already stripped to their briefs, watching a movie. “Hello again,” I warmly greeted our company. It was a struggle to think straight when the only thing occupying my mind was getting fucked. The room seemed to grow warmer, but it was only the heat of anticipation flaring inside me. Every nerve in my body pulsed until I thought, “One touch is all it’s going to take to set me off.” I was sure that when I first felt a hand on my body, I was going to explode. “Show us what you have on,” Bob suggested.

A tinge of pink touched my cheeks as I stood before them and let the kimono slide from my shoulders to the floor. My fingers toyed with the silky flounces of my skirt, and I could feel my nipples press against the fine lace. “Bob hasn’t seen this yet,” I said to Sean. “I hope you like it.” I turned around slowly.

Both men murmured their appreciation as I left the crumpled kimono at my feet. My eyes traveled to check out Sean’s fine body, especially the thick curve under his tight briefs. Bob caught my roving eye and winked at me approvingly. I could feel the mood intensify. A few suggestive remarks led us easily down the hall and into the bedroom.

Our king-size water bed dominates the room. Its mirrored canopy, delicate lights and gently waving mattress have added a wonderful dimension to our lovemaking, but I was eager to explore the dimension we were adding tonight. Bob rolled our wide full-length mirror to the foot of the bed to reflect the one over the headboard. We were all more than ready to be performers and voyeurs from every conceivable position.

When I finally laid myself down on the sheets between those two gorgeous hunks, I was nearly trembling. My heart pounded, and I sighed again anxiously. Such a fierce and awkward moment. How would we begin?

Bob’s fingers stroked my hair gently, then entwined themselves in its thickness with a masterful, firm grip. “Play with her hair, man. She likes that.” I pushed my head against Sean’s hand like a cat purring to be petted. Bob pushed aside the soft skirt of my dress to fondle my ass. Sean began to explore me too. I glanced up at the headboard mirror, at the reflections of their hands all over me, and suddenly I felt as though an automatic pilot had switched on in my body.

Without hesitation, I quickly shed my gown and spread my legs for both of them. Immediately there was a mouth sucking each nipple and hands wantonly stroking me everywhere. On one side, Bob cuddled against me with familiar caresses, and on the other, Sean drew his fingertips in slow, tantalizing strokes across my torso and thighs. I wriggled and gasped under all their attention as an eager glow freed me from any lingering nervousness. Shy no more, my body was a paper against which a match had just been laid. I was consumed.

My legs opened wider when Sean moved down to explore my very ready flesh with his tongue. And I lay happily wrapped in my husband’s arms, kissing him fondly, as his friend tasted the warm musk of my pussy. Their teasing tongues at both ends made me groan with pleasure.

I whimpered with each turn of Sean’s tongue. Bob gradually pulled away to watch me quiver from his friend’s fine kisses. Sean worked his way back to my mouth and I tasted myself on his lips. Our kisses reached a crescendo as our tongues played together and we explored the newness of each other. Then Bob motioned for a pause, and he brought out a black silk scarf to tie across my eyes.

In the sensuous darkness, I shuddered, aware only of how they played with my body. I reached out to stroke their two lovely, thick cocks and arched myself lustily against the fingers that stirred my insides. They had me on the edge of coming, and all I wanted was to feel my aching cunt filled and satisfied. “Please, please, somebody fuck me,” I pleaded.

A sturdy knob nosed its way between my legs. and with a determined thrust, Sean slid himself deep inside me. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around his muscular frame and held on. We rocked together delightedly, and though I couldn’t see him, I felt Bob’s enjoyment as he watched me splayed before a friendly stranger, hungrily grasping at pleasure. When Sean finished, Bob eased into his place, and we both exploded quickly into one another.

The three of us lay back with deep sighs. Someone washed me gently. Still blindfolded, I was very sensitive to the new offering made at my mouth. I felt a hardness pressed to my lips, and I loosened my law to take in Sean’s cock. Behind me, I heard Bob reaching into the drawer again.

There was a sudden Jolt of energy between the parted lips of my pussy. Bob eased a vibrator against my clit and up into my soft, fleshy folds. I matched my sucking rhythm to the gentle back-and-forth motion of the vibrator, until the excitement was too intense for me to keep quiet. With my hands still massaging Sean, I leaned back and gasped at the surge of pleasure Bob was creating in my cunt.

He alternated between barely tickling me to fucking me with the plastic rod. Occasionally, he’d trail it across my breasts and nipples. Bob slid it into me slowly and gradually thrust it faster and harder. Then he’d slow again, keeping an orgasm merely a stroke or two away.

“Don’t you come yet,” he warned. “Don’t you come until you ask me first.”

His playfully stern tone made me lose it, but I managed to pant a plea to let go. The vibrator slowed in his hand, and he wickedly withheld the tip of the buzzing toy from my anxious insides.

“Oh, God, please…” I begged, and in an instant he brought me to a pounding climax. I thrashed uncontrollably through the waves of my body’s bliss, gasping and groaning.

“That was very good,” said Bob with a smile in his voice. He softly stroked the swollen lips between my legs as I caught my breath. Then he removed my blindfold.

Our little show had Sean’s cock throbbing and waving solidly at the ceiling, and he pulled me toward it. I welcomed his muscle back to my mouth, loving the taste and feel of him. I sucked him as hard and as deep as I could, my lips riding rapidly over the smooth head and shaft while his fingers tangled in my hair. Then I positioned myself above him and easily lowered myself down his slide. Taking my time, I pumped him well and gave him a greedy smile. Bob encouraged me from the pillows where he lay beside us, viewing the scene in the mirrors overhead.

It is a fascinating feeling to look down and watch the pleasure you’re giving to one man, then look up and see pleasure in the eyes of the man you love. I was happy to please, and I knew Bob was proud of what we shared. And, to be honest, all three of us were just plain horny and having a hell of a good time. Even the next day, the sheets smelled like sex and recollections of every gymnastic movement we’d made the night before danced ghost-like under my skin.

They were warm memories in the mind of a shy but eager woman — hot coals easily brought to flame. All it takes is someone to fan the fire.