My roommate and I hook up on occasion. Why fuck yourself when there’s another hot, willing chick right across the hall? Another thing we have in common is our crush on Rich, our neighbor. Whether we’re together or alone, Stephanie and I always flirt with him openly.

One night after coming home from work, I found Stephanie and Rich sitting on our couch. An open bottle of wine was on the coffee table. They’d been drinking, as evidenced by their nearly empty glasses. Then my eyes fell on a third glass that had clearly been left out for me.

“Hey, Maya,” Stephanie called out as soon as she saw me. “Rich got locked out of his place, so he’s going to hang here with us until his roommate gets home later. Much later.”

She punctuated the final sentence with a wink, making her intentions crystal clear.

After a crappy day at the job, this surprise felt like hitting the lottery. I smiled at our neighbor and told him, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really happy you’re here.”

When Stephanie leaned forward to grab the wine bottle and fill my glass, her satin robe slipped down her shoulder. The slippery garment settled on the curve of her breast, just short of revealing her nipple.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Rich’s gaze fixed on my roommate’s flesh as it was exposed. He shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust his position and conceal his growing erection.

But no one can slide something like that past Stephanie.

Emboldened by his reaction, she turned to face him, allowing her robe to fall a bit more to bare the arc of her dusky pink areola.

“Please, make yourself comfortable, Rich. It’s so warm in here. You must be roasting in that blazer. Why don’t you take it off?” she said.

Like a pro, Stephanie skimmed her hands over his pecs, taking the jacket and pushing it down his shoulders and arms.

“Much better,” she murmured when the garment was on the couch behind him.

Taking my cue from Stephanie, I removed my jacket before sitting down with my glass of wine. As I took my first sip of the tart liquid, Stephanie busied herself removing Rich’s tie. The way she leaned forward caused her robe to fall even further, exposing both of her breasts. A coquettish smile lifted her lips as she lightheartedly said, “Oops!”

Realizing Stephanie’s striptease was anything but an error, Rich looked gleeful.

“Well, now I feel overdressed,” he said, sporting a slick smile of his own.

Seizing the opportunity, I skimmed my hand over his forearm and bicep, mapping the strong lines of his muscles through the thin fabric of his dress shirt.

“I have a solution,” I said.

Rich turned, facing me and offering me better access to the buttons on his shirt. I popped them open one by one, slowly revealing his chiseled chest, which was sprinkled with a smattering

of hair. I wasn’t about to stop there.

I gradually made my way to his waistband, and I tugged the shirt free. The elastic from his underwear peeked out over his slacks, alerting me to the fact that the impeccably dressed businessman was wearing silky red boxers. I looked into Rich’s eyes as I traced my fingers over the exposed material.

“I like these,” I said, leaning close enough so my lips very nearly brushed his. “I want to see more.”

A sly smile lifted the corners of Rich’s full lips. He held his hands up to signify surrender and leaned back, providing me with unencumbered access to his pants.

I fingered the button at his waistband, thinking about how Stephanie and I had been lusting after Rich for so long and now we were finally going to fuck him. Opening up Rich’s pants to release his cock felt a bit like unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning — right down to the red packaging! The anticipation and excitement had my heart beating like a drum.

Suddenly, Stephanie’s hand covered my own as she chided, “Come on, Maya. We’ve waited long enough.”

My friend’s fingers guided mine as I popped Rich’s button and pulled down his zipper. As the material of his pants parted, my knuckles gently grazed his silky boxer shorts. My fingers explored the slope of his growing bulge, sliding merrily along until the base of the zipper stopped me short.

That’s when Stephanie disentangled her fingers from mine and busied herself trying to pull off Rich’s underwear. Eager to assist, I tugged his pants down to the floor, clearing the way for Stephanie to take on his boxers.

When she finally moved the waistband of his undies past the tip of his cock, his erection sprang up triumphantly, as though it were excited to see us. It looked thicker than average, like if I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, I wouldn’t be able to fully encompass his girth with my fist.

While I was busy marveling at the rock-hard cock bobbing before me, Stephanie had already begun stimulating Rich’s balls with short, feather-like strokes of her fingertips. She beckoned me out of my sexy stupor by chiding, “Don’t make me suck Rich’s cock all by myself.”

Of course, I couldn’t let that happen! There was no way I’d allow Stephanie to have Rich all to herself. But first, I needed to lose a few layers of clothing.

I stood before our guest, giving him a front-row seat to my impromptu striptease. First, I shucked off my sweater and sent it sailing over my shoulder, leaving just my purple satin bra behind to cover my breasts. Next, I rolled my leathery leggings down my thighs and calves. He smiled as his hungry eyes took in my curves.

Then I crawled onto the couch and settled myself next to Rich. Stephanie and I knelt on either side of him, both of us perfectly poised to worship his cock.

I leaned over and trailed my tongue up and down his shaft. Two tongues are better than one, right? As I worked mine, my friend’s danced along the other side of his dick, and occasionally, we’d collide. Based on the moans and sighs I was hearing from our neighbor, we were doing a good job.

As Stephanie sucked the head of Rich’s cock between her lips, I focused my attention the underside of his shaft. Up and down I went, my tongue gliding from north to south over and over again as she expertly teased his crown.

I was so caught up in my own rhythm that I didn’t realize Stephanie had stopped sucking. She tapped me on my head to get my attention.

“It’s your turn,” she said, fisting her fingers around the base of Rich’s cock and directing it toward me. He actually laughed.

After that, Stephanie dropped to the floor in one swift motion. She dipped her head and sucked his balls one ball at a time, making him groan.

Transfixed, I paused to watch, my face hovering just above Rich’s dick. Then Stephanie stroked him in a particularly sensitive spot, prompting his hips to rise off the couch and his cock to tap against my lips. His pre-come transferred to my pout, like a sinful slick of gloss.

I parted my lips just enough to fit the bell-shaped head of Rich’s cock in my mouth and sealed them around the delicate raised edge. His salty taste filled my mouth and overwhelmed my senses. Wanting more, I swirled my tongue around his crown.

“That’s enough,” Stephanie said as she gently lifted my head from Rich’s lap. “You won’t be coming in either of our mouths today, big boy.”

Stephanie nudged me into the corner of the sectional sofa, then she laid Rich down, arranging his body so his head rested by my feet.

“You don’t mind if I ride Rich’s cock first, do you, Maya?” she asked.

Knowing full well what Stephanie intended for me to do while she played cowgirl, I said, “Of course not, Steph. You know I love sitting on a beautiful face.”

Rich’s lips lifted into a smile that matched my own, spurring me on to take off my panties and mount his mouth. So, while Stephanie skewered herself on Rich’s cock, I settled my slit on his lips. The stubble sprinkled over his chin tickled my folds and inner thighs, standing in stark contrast to the softness of his lips and tongue.

He cupped my ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze as he yanked me down hard against his face. I rocked my hips, angling them so my clit rubbed directly against his tongue. It felt warm, wet and oh-so-good — a killer combination.

His lips then sealed tight around my bud, and he hummed a tune while he flicked it with his tongue. The gentle vibrations rippled through my body, the sensations radiating out from my core. I felt the rhythm of his melody coursing through me, guiding me as I ground my hips against him in perfect time with the music he made.

As he ate me, Rich slipped a hand under my ass and between my legs. His fingertips toyed with my folds, spreading the wetness from his tongue and my cunt to aid his movements. Then, finally, he penetrated me with two fingers and fucked me senseless without moving his mouth from my clit.

Rich’s cock must have hit a sweet spot inside Stephanie because she pitched forward with a moan. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself and pushed my pussy hard against Rich’s face in the process.

As a result, I was the next one to moan. The added pressure amplified the effect of Rich’s mouth. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the intense pleasure that coursed through my veins.

When I started to fall forward, Stephanie pushed me back. Her nails dug into my skin, scraping over it just enough to sting. The little bit of pain was exactly what my body needed to come apart completely.

I couldn’t reach the back of the couch, but I needed something to hold on to. Something that would ground me. So I grabbed hold of my bra-covered breasts and squeezed their supple flesh.

Though my orgasm had already begun to ebb, Stephanie and Rich were just getting started!

“Gimme that cream, big boy,” Stephanie growled.

My roomie increased her speed, riding Rich so hard he shook beneath me. The vibration from his groans and grunts turned the aftershocks from my pleasure into another full-blown orgasm that left me feeling like my body might melt.

Before long, Stephanie shouted, and I knew she was coming, too. I held her steady until she caught her breath, then we both helped Rich up and brought him down the hall to my bedroom, where we spent the rest of that night and quite a few others.