Darling Anne. She was a woman I hadn’t seen in ten years, not since we’d been roommates in college, and now I was sitting in an easy chair in my living room and watching her as she bent her head to suck my husband’s cock with considerable skill. It was easy to see that Anne was no novice at it. Although she looked quite demure and reserved, much like the prep school girl she was, she did know how to suck a cock.

Bob certainly seemed to like it. He looked at me and smiled, and I could tell by his face how much pleasure Anne was giving him. Then he looked at his lap again and watched Ann’s mouth as it moved up and down on his penis. We were all still clothed, except that Bob had his zipper down and his cock exposed so it could be gently sucked by my friend.

Bob and I were living in an upscale suburb north of Chicago. We’d recently arrived and hardly knew anyone. Bob had a new research job with a large pharmaceutical company, and I’d found myself a desk in a real-estate office that specialized in selling overpriced homes to overloaded commodities brokers. My bosses were now praising my New England chic, saying that my style was doing wonders for them. When Anne wrote to announce her impending visit to Chicago, I insisted she stay with us a few days.

Bob was fascinated when I reminisced about Anne and me having been more than just roommates. When we’d had sex, I fondly recalled, she had liked to play Bach on her phonograph: Loud Bach sonatas while we groaned at each other. Although it had been nothing more than masturbating together a few times, the intimacy had been there, and Bob immediately suggested that we ask Anne to party with us. Bob and I had been enjoying threesomes since the beginning of our marriage, and having my old roommate in the house seemed like an ideal opportunity. “But it’s up to you,” Bob said. “If you want her, you make the move.”

And I did want Anne. I realized that as soon as I laid eyes on her again. She was a slender blonde beauty with a great deal of vitality, and I wanted very much to seduce her into something with Bob and myself. As it turned out, there was no need for a real seduction. As soon as Anne and I were alone, I learned that she’d had more than one threesome experience with her Washington attorney exhusband. “I liked it,” Anne said with a quiet smile. “I guess I’m the same hedonist I was ten years ago.” Yes, I thought, but more lovely, more ripe at thirty-one, more everything. Then I told her about Bob and me, how much we enjoyed three-way sex and how Bob had already told me that he wanted her with us in a threesome. “God, I’d love it,” Anne said. “Maybe it’s what I need to get me out of the blues.”

There seemed nothing blue about her now. From where I was sitting, I could see almost everything: Bob’s cock, Anne’s mouth moving up and down on its pink stalk and the expression of pleasure on Anne’s face. At intervals her long blonde hair flowed over my husband’s lap. Then she’d pull back and I’d see her mouth again — those hungry red lips.

I thought about suggesting that we go to the bedroom, but they looked too comfortable. So what I did instead was kick my shoes off, peel my pantyhose down and off my legs and expose my cunt. The next time Bob looked at me, he saw what I’d done and said something to Anne. Now it was Anne who looked at me, her mouth leaving Bob’s cock as she stared with hot eyes at my naked sex. Did she remember it? Did she remember how we’d watched each other when we masturbated together at college ten years ago before?

When Anne returned her mouth to Bob’s cock, I left the easy chair and went to her. I sat down on the far side of her as she bent over Bob’s lap and lifted her dress. I fondled her legs and her ass while she continued sucking my husband’s penis. Finally Anne pulled her mouth away from Bob’s cock and sat back with high color in her face. “Oh, God, I’m so hot!” she said.

I rose and pulled Anne to her feet, and I started undressing her. Bob held his cock in one hand as he watched us, his glans glistening with Anne’s saliva, the bulb swollen with his arousal. Her face flushed, Anne remained motionless as I slowly peeled her clothes away.

My fingers trembled. It was only the beginning of things, and I was already super-excited. We had a tape playing on the stereo, but the music seemed hardly audible. Then I felt a sudden calm again as I realized how much all three of us wanted the same thing.

When I had her clothes off, I saw that she was as lovely as I had remembered. She had a slender body, petite breasts, small, firm buttocks and long legs. Her silky blonde hair hung below her shoulder blades, and if she was past thirty, she certainly didn’t look it. She looked like a twenty-year-old naiad, a blonde vision. Bob seemed as taken with her as I was, and I could see the excitement in his eyes. He enjoyed it as much as I did when we shared a woman. He still held his cock in his hand, with his fist closed around the long shaft. I kissed Anne and ran my hands over her trim figure, over her hips and around her to cup her buttocks, and then back in front again to rub her sparsely haired mound. When I caressed her slit, she moaned against my own lips. “You too,” she said. “I want to look at you.”

Anne undressed me, peeling away my blouse and then my bra. She took my breasts in her hands and kissed my nipples. When I dropped my skin, I was naked. She looked at me and smiled, then came into my arms, and I kissed her again. “You’re the same,” she said. No. I wasn’t the same: I was a few pounds heavier than I’d been in college, with heavier breasts and a fuller ass. I suppose we were a sight for Bob, one of us a slender, long-haired blonde with hardly any hair on her pussy, and the other a brunette with short hair, large breasts, and a dense thatch between my thighs.

And now it was Bob’s turn. Anne and I made him stand up and we worked at his clothes to get him naked. We soon had him stripped, his lean body exposed, his long cock rearing up like a curved banana with a plum-shaped knob on the end of it. Anne smiled as she touched his cock and then his heavy scrotum. “I haven’t been with anyone in months,” she said. “I do need this. I need both of you!”

I took her in my arms again. This time, when I kissed her, I slid my fingers between her labia and found her clitoris. I stroked her love button until she started shaking in a climax. She groaned and moved her legs apart, and in a moment I had two fingers inside her as she finished coming in my hand. I love that. One of the greatest pleasures for me is making another woman come with my fingers or tongue. I suppose it’s a matter of wanting control. And I do want control. Especially when it’s another woman, I want that very much.

After that, Anne bent her head to kiss my breasts. She sucked my nipples one after the other, and then she crouched down to get her mouth on my cunt. I moved my legs apart and pushed my pelvis forward as she licked my sex. I loved it. She was doing something to me now that I’d wanted her to do ten years before. I slid my hands down and opened myself with my fingers. l rubbed my clitoris back and forth over her nose and lips and moaned with the pleasure of it.

Then I wanted her that way. I made her sit down in one of the annchairs so that I could get down and suck her cunt. I raised her knees and feasted on her blonde pussy until finally Bob came over and said he wanted a tum at it. Anne groaned as she pulled her knees all the way back to her breasts to open the field for his mouth. He licked everywhere, his tongue first feathering, then driving hard against her pussy. Anne tossed her head back and her mouth opened as she cried out her pleasure.

Finally Bob pulled away from her and rose. I took his cock between my lips. Anne gasped and leaned forward to hold his balls while I brought him off in my mouth. I milked him with my fingers, pulling out one spurt after another as he humped his pelvis on my face.

“I’m floating,” Anne said afterward. “I’m floating like a balloon now.”

Later, in the bedroom, I made love to Anne while Bob watched us. This time I wanted to Jose myself in her cunt. It isn’t often that I do that with another woman, but I craved it. I sucked her breasts first and kept at it until she started moaning. Then I moved down over her belly to her blonde slit, her lovely pink labia. I sniffed at her, licked her sex, tasted her juices. She groaned and pulled her knees back as my tongue fluttered up and down the succulent fruit of her blonde cunt, her wet woman-flesh. I pushed at her thighs to get her knees even further back against her breasts. I started once again with soft licking, a tickling flutter over her pink clitoris, as my fingers stroked in and out of her slippery vagina. Anne came, her body shaking as she climaxed.

We had a candle-lit dinner, the three of us naked at the table while a Bach sonata played on the stereo. It was a tape that Anne had picked out herself. We were still savoring what had happened earlier, and it was easy to tell that we wanted more. Certainly Anne did, because at one point, when Bob passed her on his way back from the kitchen, she made him stop and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him. She held his balls in one hand as she moved her lips back and forth over his pink glans. Then he whispered something to her, and she stopped moving. She held her head still as Bob slowly thrust his cock in and out of her open mouth. She still held his balls in one hand, but now it was Bob who set the pace as he fucked her pretty mouth. She looked so lovely, a blonde beauty, her hair falling back over her shoulders, her face lifted a bit as she took his thrusting penis with her eyes closed. Bob looked at me, smiled, then returned his eyes to Anne’s face. It’s always exciting to watch another woman suck Bob’s gorgeous cock.

After dinner we had coffee in the living room. There was a new closeness now. The three of us lay on a blanket that Bob had spread out on the rug, kissing each other when we wanted, touching each other when we wanted. I stroked Anne’s breasts and sucked her nipples until the pink points stood out, swollen and wet. Anne sucked Bob cock’s again, and soon he mounted her with her legs over his shoulders. As he started thrusting in and out, I moved behind him to hold his balls. It was almost as if I were fucking Anne myself. I held his balls and stroked his moving buttocks as I watched the pleasure on Anne’s face. Then I dropped my hand down to Anne’s buttocks. As Bob continued thrusting in her vagina, I found Anne’s anus with a fingertip, stroked it, stretched it and pushed my finger inside. A cry came out of her throat as she began responding to the double penerration.

A few moments later, Bob was on his back with Anne riding him, bouncing up and down on his rigid penis. I squatted over Bob’s head, facing Anne while she fucked him. Anne’s eyes were bright with excitement as she watched me drop my cunt down on my husband’s mouth. She reached out to hold my breasts as I rubbed my pussy and ass over Bob’s face. I could see his cock in Anne’s vagina, the wet shaft stretching her labia as she moved up and down on it.

That night was a cornucopia of positions. At one point Anne rolled over on her back, and I moved on top of her to get my pussy on her face. She held my ass with her hands as she sucked me, and before long I came in her mouth.

Aft.er that, Bob mounted Anne again, this time fucking her from behind, while I lay on my back with her face between my thighs. Her nose rubbed my clit each time Bob thrust forward to bury his cock in her cunt.

After Bob came, Anne and I moved into each other’s arms, and he watched us finish each other off. Not until much later did we lie motionless there on the floor, sweaty and half drunk with the pleasure of uninhibited sex. “It’s better than Bach,” Anne finally said with a smile. “It’s really better than Bach.”