Every once in a while, Amy and I go out to a bar and pick up guys together.

Actually, that’s not quite right. What we really do is pick up one guy together for a threesome. It started in college, when we were both curious about three-way sex and thought it would be fun to experience together, but we enjoyed ourselves so much that we’ve kept up the tradition.

A few months ago, Amy called me at work and asked if I was free that night. She and her on-again/off-again boyfriend had called it quits, and she wanted to “paint the town” and forget all about him. I was in a bit of a dry spell at the time, so I eagerly agreed. We met at a local pub, one where the guy-to-girl ratio is usually around five to one, and immediately snagged a couple of stools at the bar. Even though we were coming from work, we’d dressed to impress. Amy had on her usual “business-sexy” attire, a tight pencil skirt and fitted white blouse with more than a few buttons undone, while I’d slipped off the leggings I’d been wearing, turning my long, flowy tunic into a super-short dress that showed off all my best assets.

While we sipped our first drinks, Amy filled me in on her guy drama, but as soon as our glasses were empty, we were officially on the prowl. Amy went over to play some songs on the jukebox — and scope out the rest of the room — while I leaned over the bar and ordered more drinks, making sure to send one to the hot guy at the end of the bar. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of my cleavage, and I figured that and a drink would get him to approach.

Amy came back a minute later and gave me the rundown on all the hotties in the pub, and I told her about my attempt to lure over the sexy blond. When we turned to see why he hadn’t joined us yet, he’d disappeared. Our bartender was back, however, and Amy and I shared a look as he got closer. We’d found our target for the evening. He introduced himself as Matt and told me that he was sorry the blond guy had left without even thanking me for the drink, then said that my next drink was on him. “Don’t want you thinking all the guys in this place are assholes,” he joked as he poured two more Whiskey Sours.

He kept coming back over as he worked, checking up on us and asking what we were doing that night, and finally Amy decided to tell him the truth. “We’re looking to get laid,” she said in her usual blunt fashion. “Care to help us out?”

He looked between us, then said, “My shift ends in half an hour.” I’m not sure if he knew what he’d just agreed to, but if not, I didn’t think he’d be upset when he figured it out.

Half an hour later, Matt walked out from behind the bar and we took him to Amy’s place. When we told him that we wanted him to be with both of us that night, he smiled wide and told us it would be his pleasure. I was absolutely certain it would be.

To break the ice a bit, Amy and I kissed, putting on a little show for Matt, and he quickly joined us. He had no problem keeping up with us, kissing and caressing both of us while we groped at him and made out with each other. When I tugged at his shirt, he quickly shed it, then helped me out of my dress. Together, we assisted Amy as she shimmied out of her skirt and blouse, and then, when all three of us were in our underwear, we headed for the bedroom.

Amy kissed each of us before pushing us down on her king-size bed, then crawled between us. While Matt removed her panties, I made quick work of her lacy bra, and soon we were both latched on to her breasts, licking and sucking and kissing her firm tits. When Matt closed his eyes to savor a taut nipple, I slipped down between Amy’s legs to lap at her moist pussy. And since Matt’s cock was right there, too, I reached a hand up the leg of his boxers to stroke his shaft. I continued to lick Amy’s cunt and jerk off Matt’s dick until I tasted Amy’s cream on my tongue and realized she was coming. Then I moved up and kissed Matt, giving him a taste of my friend’s sweet pussy.

Satisfied for the moment, Amy slithered down the bed to lick Matt’s cock while he and I made out. When she started to suck him with more enthusiasm, he told me to sit on his face so he could eat my pussy, and I easily straddled his head before lowering my twat to his face. He dove right in, his tongue thrusting in and out of my slit while his lips softly caressed my labia. He was definitely no slouch in the pussy-eating department, and he had me screaming out loudly in no time, my heart racing and legs shaking as I reached an explosive climax. He didn’t get to come, though, since Amy had dropped his dick before he could blow his load down her throat.

A moment later, Amy pulled me down onto the bed and told me to get on my hands and knees next to her. Then she told Matt to fuck us. He started with Amy, and I watched over my shoulder as he slid his cock into her from behind and then pounded her fiercely, their hips slapping loudly. She was panting and gasping, on the verge of an orgasm, when he stopped and switched to me. Just like he’d done with her, he slid balls-deep into my cunt and fucked me forcefully, but before I could reach my climax, he pulled out and went back to Amy.

I don’t know how he had the stamina, but he switched back and forth between us three more times, bringing us both right to the edge each time and then backing off before he finally let us come. When he came, at last, he shot off all over our upturned asses.

The three of us headed to the shower next, but by the time we were clean, we were hot and bothered all over again, and we returned to the bedroom for another incredible fuck. By the time Matt left late that night, we were all more than satisfied.