Last Thursday my husband, Jake, brought his pal Sean home with him for drinks.

I’d never met Sean before, but I had high hopes that the evening would work out like the previous Thursday, when Jake brought home Mike, another cute guy from where my husband works. That night I got the best screwing of my life.

I was turned on as soon as Sean walked through the door. He was tall, muscular, and even better-looking than Mike. I ordered pizza, and we three started drinking out by the pool. After a while we attempted to get a swimming-pool volleyball game going, with Jake against Sean and me. During our antics, Jake pretended to have something to say to me and, coming close, pulled my bikini top down so my breasts bobbed up and down when I jumped. Then Sean kept bumping into me under the pretense of getting a shot, but what he really wanted was to grab a quick feel.

The “game” was fun and tantalizing while it lasted, but then it was time for a quick shower and to move on to the next phase of the evening. I got into bed, slipped under a sheet, and waited impatiently for the sex to start. Jake joined me on the bed. When Sean emerged from the shower, he found Jake thrusting his fingers in my hot love box while devouring one of my breasts. I beckoned to Sean to join us, and in no time I was exactly where I wanted to be: sandwiched between two horny guys.

I told Sean I wanted to suck his cock. He and I moved into a sixty-nine. I sucked his cock while he lashed my clit with his hungry tongue. At the same time, Jake was at my side, caressing my breast and kissing my neck.

This was all good, but I was overdue for some real fucking. Sean was happy to oblige. He fucked me from behind while I gave Jake one of my brilliant blowjobs. They both came at the same moment, one filling my throbbing pussy, the other creaming my tits.

For the remainder of the night, I was fucked, sucked, and licked while I gave head to whichever cock happened to find its way in front of my mouth. Definitely one of my better evenings.