Occasionally, my hubby and I would joke about which celebrity we’d choose for our sexual “hall pass.” But one day he took the conversation further. He said a fling with an unspeakably hot woman was “not cheating” — and as an example, he named a leggy supermodel I’d seen on dozens of magazine covers. I let him have his fantasy and agreed with him. After all, there was little chance a woman as gorgeous and young as her would be interested in my very average hubby — no matter how nice of a guy he is.

But his words came to the forefront of my mind when I spotted my old classmate Lori, who’d been the hottest chick in high school. A fling with a hot woman wasn’t cheating, right?

However, she wasn’t alone.

I spotted her at a reunion held at a hotel bar, a casual get-together arranged through social media. I’d booked a room there for the night, just for myself. The hubby and I had been spending a lot of time together, and I needed an evening away. He didn’t mind; in fact, he’d arranged to hang out with his buddies while I was otherwise engaged.

Lori was sitting in a corner near the bar with Luther. They were the “it” couple back in the day, and they still looked fine.

What’s that saying — do first and ask forgiveness later?

I’d recognized them immediately, and they knew me on sight, as well.

Lori’s long, dark hair hung in waves around her face. She looked like she hadn’t aged at all. She had the same smooth complexion and wore a perfect amount of smoky eye shadow. When she saw me, the corner of her mouth quirked up, and she waved me over.

“Hey, hon! Good to see you. Want to sit with us?” she asked.

I’d heard they’d broken up years ago, but they seemed pretty comfortable from where I stood. And from the way their eyes assessed me, I got the feeling they wanted to get comfortable with me, too.

“Good golly, Ms. Mary,” Luther said, smacking his palms on the table. He wore his letterman jacket, and it still fit well across his broad shoulders. “English Lit, right? You were the smart one.”

I laughed, but he was correct.

He waved the waiter over, and I ordered a vodka martini — something to take the edge off, but not make me silly.

Lori scooted her chair closer and asked, “What are you doing these days?” Her thigh brushed against mine, and warmth spread throughout my body. “Whoops, sorry about that,” she said, barely inching away.

It seemed like she was gauging my reaction to her “accidental” touch, as if testing the waters. But I didn’t flinch.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” I said, looking her directly in the eyes.

We chatted about our respective jobs for a little while, but it didn’t take long before Lori recommended taking the conversation upstairs, where we could reminiscence without all the loud music.

I could tell where this was headed, and I was pretty excited about the prospect.

In the elevator, they stood on either side of me. Luther sported a good-sized woody in his jeans, and he didn’t try to hide it.

A few times, my husband and I had entertained a threesome fantasy. We’d talked about inviting someone into our bed, but never followed through with it. I didn’t exactly mind the thought of him having sex with someone else. I just never wanted to see it. But this situation was different. He wasn’t around, and it was all about me.

The ding of the elevator’s bell as the car reached my floor was like a call to action. I grabbed Lori’s hand and led my former classmates into my room.

Luther had retained his athletic brawn and wholesome good looks, but it was Lori who intrigued me. She licked her lips and raised an eyebrow. When we embraced, the feeling was so different from what I was used to experiencing. Our breasts softly pressed together. She ran her nails along my bare back, which was exposed by my revealing dress. In her arms, I felt so feminine and cherished. Her mouth demanded my attention. For the briefest moment, her sweet breath brushed against my cheek and then we were kissing. It felt so natural and sexy — and so unlike kissing my husband.

I was so wrapped up in the moment that I didn’t even feel her untying the back of my halter dress. But soon a cool breeze danced over my nipples, and she slicked her tongue over one and then the other. Every flick sent corresponding sensations straight to my pussy. I moaned, begging for more. Luther took that as an invitation to join us. A moment later, he was behind me, cupping my breasts and grinding his rock-hard cock against my ass.

But that’s when Lori broke contact with me, pulling my dress down all the way. I stepped out of the tangle of fabric and kicked off my heels. My barely there black thong hid very little. Instinctively, I covered my breasts with my hands, feeling suddenly shy.

“Why hide?” Lori asked. “Take off your thong, and let us see all of you.”

Lori crawled onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Keeping her eyes on me, she spread her legs. Her black miniskirt hiked high on her hips, and beneath it, I saw a flash of her teal-colored panties.

I slipped off my thong, and she smiled with approval. Then she crooked her finger at me, gesturing for me to come closer.

Luther stood behind me and slid his hands over my hips. His touch made me moan softly.

“What do you want him to do?” Lori asked.

“Everything,” I confessed.

Luther kissed the back of my neck and then bit down softly on the tender part of my shoulder, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. He let his hands roam all over my naked form until they landed on my pussy and his digits delved deep. I practically purred at the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of me.

“So wet. Are you hot for me — or for her?” he asked, his voice a sexy murmur.

I didn’t answer him because I wasn’t entirely sure what the truth was. Instead, I arched my back, rising onto my tiptoes and pressing by body back against him. He turned my face toward his, kissing me roughly and possessively. His stubble raked against my cheek. For a fleeting moment, I worried about him giving me a case of beard burn — one I wouldn’t be able to hide from my husband. But the idea quickly evaporated as Luther urged me toward the bed, where Lori waited.

Something about their manner made me think they had experience working as a team to seduce a third, and that notion made me even more excited. As soon as I got near enough, Lori took my hands, and I let her direct me onto the bed.

I wanted to see her naked. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I yanked it up, exposing her creamy stomach and gorgeous tits. I popped open the front clasp of her bra, delighting in the sight of her pale pink nipples, which were so different than my brownish ones.

Lori squirmed out of her skirt and panties, and then she raked her fingers through my hair, guiding my face toward her pussy. I didn’t need further encouragement and dove in for a taste of her. My stroking tongue made her squirm, and erotic power surged through me as I made the hottest girl from my high school days groan.

“Oh baby, that’s so hot,” Luther said. His words seemed to encourage us both, and I heard the telltale sound of his zipper opening, as well as the rustle of his shirt.

Lori relaxed her hold on my hair and urged me to rise and reposition myself. Soon her mouth hovered over my pussy, the warmth of her breath caressing my sensitive flesh. My nerves danced with anticipation as I eagerly awaited the moment her tongue would make contact with my slit. I jumped at the first swipe.

Lori chuckled as her lips surrounded my clit, and the vibrations of her laugh traveled through my pussy to my core.

I don’t know if it was the novelty of being with her — the high school cheer captain — or her skill at giving head, but I lost all inhibitions and bucked against her pretty face. She flicked her tongue against my clit, slid it between my slick folds and plunged three fingers deep inside me. She seemed to instinctively know what I wanted and needed — and what would crank up my excitement. Soon, the sheet beneath me felt soaked with sweat and pussy juice, and with her fingers buried in me and her tongue buzz-sawing my button, I came hard. I rode the high as long as I could physically take it before sprawling out on the mattress, feeling like a melted puddle.

I didn’t get much of a breather, though, because as I turned onto my side Luther came up behind me, raised my leg and slipped his cock into my pussy.

I was soaking wet from my orgasm and Lori’s expert tongue, and he slammed into me to the hilt with one thrust. Lori stretched out on the bed next to me, watching my tits bounce as Luther pummeled my pussy. Even though I’d just come, I felt another climax rushing toward me like a freight train, and I couldn’t wait for it to slam into me.

Luther slid his hand through the back of my hair and yanked it as he said, “You see my pretty woman over there?” All the while, he continued to pound his cock into me. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Then he spoke to Lori, telling her, “Honey, spread your legs. Show Mary how you like to get yourself off.”

Lori was more than willing to obey. But it was hard for me to pay attention to what Lori was doing with her fingers as Luther pummeled my pussy so perfectly.

At Luther’s urging, we rearranged ourselves on the bed, so he could do me doggy-style while I tongued his girl. I’d never eaten out a woman before, but I’d had a good teacher, and I was happy to follow her earlier example. I lifted my ass further in the air, encouraging Luther to keep ramming me with his rod. Meanwhile, I set out to make Lori feel as good as she’d made me. When he pushed his cock into me, I shoved my tongue into her. Soon, our motions flowed from one to the next, and the tightening in my core told me I was going to come again soon.

What really got me to the finish line was the idea of double penetration. I stuck my index finger in my mouth, getting it all slick. As I lapped at her clit and shoved my thumb into her pussy, I reamed her rear hole with my spit-slickened finger. Her hips danced on the mattress as she shoved her cunt toward my hand and face.

“What a fuckin’ sight,” Luther marveled the second before he groaned and shot his come into me.

Sore but sated, I slept like a log that night, and the next day, I returned home to my husband, who didn’t have a clue about what I’d been up to the night before. Besides, it wasn’t cheating, right?