Hank had no issue with Melissa coming to stay with us for a week. They got along swimmingly and always had.

“So, does this mean fancy dinners and lots of running around, or just vegging out and tons of movies?” he asked as we prepped our evening meal.

I could picture the gears turning in his head as he tried to mentally plot out the upcoming days.

“Who knows,” I replied. “It’s always a surprise. We may be wild and crazy, or it could turn out to be one big sleepover.”

“Well, let me know what you want from me.”

“Always,” I said, giving him a kiss and handing him a plate of meat. “Right now, I want you to go grill these steaks. It’s chilly tonight, but not too cold to cook outside.”

“Good steaks, cold night, hot wife … what a lucky man I am,” Hank said as he walked out to the grill.

Melissa arrived the next day, looking as lean and lovely and full of life as usual. Her mother lived in the same state as me and Hank. But when she came to visit, it was more fun to stay with us than at her childhood home. Plus, we got to catch up when she wasn’t spending time with her mom.

Melissa hugged me tight as she told me, “You look fantastic.”

“I look fantastic? Look at you! How much time have you been spending at the gym, lady?”

“Not too much,” she said, twisting and posing. Then she practically snorted with laughter. “A lot, actually. I’ve been so stressed at work. It was either take up serious kickboxing or eat an entire cake every night.”

“Looking good, girrrrrl,” I said. Then I hugged her again. “Wine?”

“Pour me some, yes. But I’m going to go and hop in the shower. Being crammed in an airplane close to all those other bodies always makes me feel gross.” She gave a mock shiver, and I laughed. “I’ll be down soon.”

She’d stayed with us enough that she knew where everything was, so I let her go. Hank was working in the attic near her room. He was turning the extra space into an office area for me. I meant to warn her about the banging and pounding sounds but forgot.

I was making a tray of cheese and fruit to go with our drinks when I heard two simultaneous shouts. I ran upstairs to find my husband staring at my friend, who was barely covering herself with a hand towel.

I laughingly said, “Oops.”

They both looked at me with wide eyes.

“I forgot to tell you Melissa arrived,” I said to my guy. Then I turned toward my friend. “And I forgot to tell you Hank was renovating the attic.”

I saw his eyes skating along her nearly naked form. His gaze hovered on her cleavage which was fully revealed above the tiny towel. He also took in her toned thighs, her wet hair and her big blue eyes. I understood; I looked, too.

Soon everyone’s shock had faded — and was replaced by feelings that seemed decidedly more lustful.

Hank and I’d had a couple of threesomes in the past — once with a guy and once with a girl. In that moment we made the mental connection that if Melissa was onboard, we’d soon be having another.

“That’s OK,” she said, letting the towel slip a little.

The tension made my throat tighten. I coughed and said, “We should let you get dressed.”

I grabbed Hank and pulled him away. We had to talk.

Safely in our bedroom, I flicked the lock. A heartbeat later, he shoved me up against the door, yanked my leggings off and hiked my leg up. He pulled his cock out of his shorts and entered my wet cunt with a hard thrust.

I grunted, feeling him stretch me. He kissed me roughly, pressing me against the robes that hung on the back of our bedroom door. His hips pistoned, and his breath came in fast, erratic pants.

“What do you think?” he muttered against my neck before biting me sharply.

“She seems interested,” I said, driving my hips forward to force him deeper inside me — to get him where I needed him.

“And how about you?”

I could picture her eating my pussy as he fucked her. I could picture me eating her pussy as he fucked me. I nodded in lascivious agreement.

“Yes, yes. I’m interested, too.”

I sucked in a deep breath that I held for a few seconds as I savored a particularly intense thrust. Then my breath came out of me in a rush on a long moan. Wetness flowed out of my cunt as I came, my pussy squeezing him in rhythmic pulses.

He grabbed me by the hair and kissed me roughly again. I felt the warm slide of his come and my own juices leaking out of me. It had been the ultimate quickie: fast, furious and fucking fantastic.

We stared at each other, and then I grinned as I told him, “Let’s have a chat, and see where we end up.”

We didn’t even have to bring it up. When we came out of the bedroom, Melissa looked at us and blurted out, “You fucked without me?”

I blushed, and so did Hank. Melissa just laughed. We sat, had wine and snacks, and talked it out. She decided the following day was the perfect time to take our friendship to the next level. She already had plans that night.

“But tomorrow, my friends, we’re going to get naked,” Melissa assured us.

We had coffee together in the morning, and Hank went to work as usual. Melissa and I hung out. Nothing had really changed between us. We simply had a date to fuck that night, and we were kind of giddy about it.

During our long history, Melissa and I had done just about everything together — except fuck. But I suppose the seeds were always there. We were both bisexual and had long been eyeing one another. The time was never right to make a move. But now seemed perfect.

Later that day, when we heard Hank’s key in the door, we rushed toward it. He looked surprised to see us at first, but then grinned at our eagerness.

“Well?” he asked, appearing to ask if we were going to jump right into this thing.

The answer was yes.

“Well,” I repeated more definitively before pulling his sweater off and kissing him. I unbuckled his belt and whisked it out of his belt loops.

Melissa stepped forward and popped the button on his pants. She drew down his zipper and pushed off his slacks, making them puddle around his ankles. A little awkwardly, he kicked off his shoes and extricated himself from the tangle of fabric.

With a tug of his boxer briefs, I helped his hard cock bounce into view.

Melissa looked at me and licked her lips. I nodded, giving her permission for whatever she wanted to do to my man.

She went down on one knee and took his cock in her hand. She squeezed his shaft before stroking him with her small fist. Finally, she put his cock in her mouth.

I sighed at the sight — but not as loud as Hank did.

As Melissa sucked Hank enthusiastically, he stared at me in wonder.

I asked, “Is it good?”

He nodded and beckoned me forward. I leaned in to kiss him, and he put one hand on her head as she sucked his cock; the other he pushed up under my loose sweater. I was braless, and he cupped one of my tits in his hand before stroking my nipple. Then he pinched it, and I hissed. The sensation went straight to my pussy.

I was fixated on her sucking his cock, and my pussy ached to be fucked. But I’d have to wait my turn. It was a delicious torture.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I said, stroking her hair.

She got up, and upstairs we went, shedding our clothes along the way.

In the bedroom, I put Hank’s hand between my thighs so he could feel how wet my pussy was. Then I urged Melissa backward onto the bed, and Hank got between her legs. My pussy pulsed, wanting to be filled. Instead, as he slowly entered her I took the opportunity to lower my pussy to her pretty pink lips.

I sighed as the first swipe of her tongue brushed over me. I sank down even more to increase the pressure, still facing Hank. Melissa licked me exquisitely, and I wondered if she was tonguing me her favorite way. If so, we were a perfect match. My pussy grew even juicier, and she jammed her tongue into my wet hole.

Hank had settled in and was fucking her slowly, but with intent. His gaze locked with mine as she ate me and he plunged into her pussy. I pinched my nipples — tugging them out and letting them go — adding a little spark of pain to my pleasure.

As his arousal escalated, he started to pump her harder and used his thumb to rub her clit. She drew her legs up and hooked them behind him to urge him in deeper. She bumped her hips up and pushed a finger into my cunt and flexed it.

When I groaned, she added a second digit. She curled them just right as she moved them in and out of my drenched pussy.

My eyes were locked with Hank’s as I came. I grabbed his shoulder as my orgasm rushed over me. Melissa seemed to be right on my heels. She cried out her pleasure against my wet cunt. She squirmed beneath us, and I watched Hank slowly pull free.

But we weren’t done — not by a long shot.

I moved and said to her, “Your turn.”

She was sprawled languidly with her legs spread wide. I climbed between her lovely thighs and parted the folds of her pussy. I studied her rosy slit and swept my finger across her clit.

While I was busy toying with her cunt, Hank parted my cheeks and touched his tongue to my asshole. I gasped as Hank rimmed my backdoor until I thought my brain would shut down, and my desperate pussy beat a heavy tempo between my legs.

When I thought I’d damn near come from what he was doing, he moved in behind me and slid his cock along my slit. I raised my ass in invitation as I put my mouth on Melissa and licked her. She made a needy sound, and then her hands were in my hair. She tugged my head down even as she pushed her pussy up to meet my mouth.

Hank grabbed my hips and jammed his cock into my cunt. As he pumped me, he ran his fingertip along my asshole which was still slick with his spit. I arched my back, lapping at Melissa eagerly. Hank pushed his finger into my ass, and his cock into my cunt. He worked me with a wonderful rhythm, rocking me forward with every thrust and shoving my mouth against Melissa’s wet cunt.

I squeezed my internal muscles around his shaft and heard him gasp. I wanted him to be teetering on edge, the same way he was making me feel.

“How’s that pussy taste?” he asked.

I groaned and then Melissa groaned from the rumble of my vocals against her slit. She pulled my hair, and I hissed. I squeezed my pussy, and Hank hissed. We were all connected. I was caught in a delicious push-and-pull between my two favorite people in the world, and it was exquisite.

I pushed my fingers into Melissa’s wet, hot cunt and flexed them exactly the way I liked. I felt her walls tighten around my digits as her wetness coated my fingers.

Hank gripped my hips tighter and slammed into me faster. He stroked the small of my back, and I shivered, continuing to tongue Melissa until she came.

Her release triggered something in me. I shoved myself back against my husband, felt his dick hit the most wonderful places inside me and let go. I came, milking his cock with the force of my orgasm.

He seemed intent to continue pounding me, but I pulled away and asked Melissa, “Wanna suck a big dick with me?”

She looked over at him, then back at me and grinned.

We crawled closer and kissed each other as we knelt before him. Then I tugged her long hair until her head went back and nibbled on her graceful neck. Leaning down, I sucked her little pink nipple into my mouth, drawing on it until she gasped, then Hank called my attention back to him with a groan.

Mel took a turn, kissing my breast and stroking my nipple before sucking it into her mouth and tugging on it.

“Fuck,” Hank said.

“Blow is more like it,” I said.

We put our mouths on him at the same time. I licked up one side as she licked up the other. At the top, we took turns sucking his cockhead, then circling it with our tongues.

We paused to kiss and then went back to him. She took her time swallowing his shaft. I stroked his balls with my fingernails the way I knew he liked. She got her lips all the way to his base and drew a deep breath in through her nose. I knew that meant he was buried all the way in and his dickhead was likely touching her throat.

He groaned again and shivered.

Melissa sucked his cock with a slow, sexy rhythm, and I was surprised he hadn’t blown his load yet. Before long, I eased her away from Hank and directed him onto his back.

“Why don’t you climb aboard, Melissa?” I asked. “I know you like to be on top.”

She didn’t hesitate. She leaned over, kissed him, then turned and kissed me. Then she got up on her knees and straddled his hips. She lowered her wet pussy down onto his dick with exaggerated care. I saw her stroking her clit as she began to move.

I straddled his legs and moved close behind her. I cupped her big tits in my hands, pinching her nipples and stroking them. I peered over her shoulder to watch Hank’s face as she rode him. He looked like he might expire from pleasure alone.

I cupped her tits as she writhed on his pole, and watching them fucking made my arousal flare again, hot and sudden.

She rocked against him, then moved her hips from side to side. I moved with her.

Melissa leaned forward, her hand on his shoulders. My breasts pressed to her back as she rocked. Fascinated and turned on, I ground against her and held her.

When she came, she shuddered in my arms and Hank gripped her hips tightly. He tugged her down as he thrust upward. His rhythm was controlled chaos; I couldn’t tamp down my grin.

“Get on your hands and knees, Mel,” I said, guiding her into position.

When she was in place, I used her natural wetness to ease my finger into her asshole. When she responded to that by driving back against me, I added a second finger, fucking her slowly as Hank watched us. His heavy gaze told me he was on the edge.

I took his hard dick in my hand and stroked him slowly, slow enough that I knew he wouldn’t come. Slow enough to keep him right there on the edge. He grunted, and I swept my thumb across the tip of his cock and then gave him a hearty squeeze.

“Come closer,” I said. “Come on. Let’s get your dick in her ass.”

When he got closer, I touched his cockhead to her asshole and he moved forward slowly, opening her up.

“You good, Mel?” I asked.

She moaned an affirmative, and I put my hand on Hank’s butt and gave him a push.

Melissa’s hand was between her thighs, stroking her clit. But as he advanced, she pushed back toward him.

“There you go, push again,” I said in his ear. Then I bit his earlobe and he shuddered as he drove forward some more.

Then he was entirely seated. He was in heaven, holding her tightly and driving into her in short, shallow thrusts.

Melissa continued to finger her pussy, and I moved around to her lovely face. She smiled at me as she took the pounding Hank gave her.

I ran my thumb along her lower lip and asked, “Are you going to come?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

I knew she loved anal. We’d had many discussions about our various sexual encounters over wine.

“Wanna help your girl out?” I asked, and she immediately nodded, making a come-hither motion with her tongue. I would have laughed if I wasn’t so turned on.

I moved closer so she could reach me with her mouth. She dragged her tongue along my folds and tickled my clit but then moved on. She was being a tease. I pushed my pussy against her mouth aggressively. That’s when she stopped messing around. She nudged my clitoris with her tongue, then gradually increased the pressure as she lapped and swirled in a hypnotic fashion.

I gasped, threading my fingers through her thick hair. I tugged as she was rocked against me by every one of Hank’s thrusts.

Hank reached his hand toward me, across her bare back. I took hold of it and squeezed.

As for Melissa, her fingers continued to fly over her pussy. She panted, her breath hot against my cunt. I guessed she was close to coming because she’d lost track of her tempo. I ground against her, holding her hair.

She came, and that was it for Hank. His eyes flew wide, and he grabbed her hips tighter, slamming deep.

“Coming — I’m coming,” he said, as if I hadn’t already figured that out.

Melissa’s tongue moved faster against my pussy, and I grunted and groaned. But when her teeth nipped my clit, I lost it. I tugged her hair hard enough to make her gasp as juice rushed out of my cunt.

My breath came fast and hard. I felt boneless and sated, and dropped onto the bed. I had her on one side of me and Hank on the other.

“Well, how do we all feel about this experience?” I asked.

Hank raised his head, let it drop and sighed, “Five stars.”

“Agreed,” she said.

“It’s unanimous,” I said. I kissed my best friend and then my husband. It had been a damn fine night.