Everyone comes with baggage. Girlfriends and boyfriends have family, friends and acquaintances, and to have a happy life, I’ve learned it’s important to get along with whoever is attached to my significant other.

In my case, Lance — my sweet and fantastic boyfriend — is best buds with Craig. Craig had been deployed overseas, but he’d come back during the summer, and I was getting to know him for the first time in person. Though Lance had talked about him endlessly while he was away.

Was Craig a problem for me? Yes and no.

I could tell instantly Craig had the hots for me. His eyes had practically popped out of his head when we first met. Since then, I’d caught his longing looks. Every time I was around, he’d get a pretty blatant hard-on.

Was I flattered? Well, sure. Craig certainly wasn’t a creep. He’d served his country, and now he was back home. My impulse was to do something nice for him. But it was plain the only thing he wanted from me was to fuck my brains out.

And there was the real problem. I kind of wanted him to do that.

Craig was easily as good-looking as Lance, and he had a smoking bod. He stayed over Lance’s apartment a lot. Sometimes I’d get self-conscious, knowing he could hear us through the walls as we screwed.

I told myself Craig should go get himself a girlfriend. God knew he was handsome enough. But he seemed a little closed off. Sometimes he would get into funks where he wouldn’t say a word. I figured it was leftover stress from his military service.

I finally asked Lance about it, one night when Craig wasn’t there.

“Is Craig… OK?”

We were lying in bed and had kicked off the covers. Lance’s arm was around my bare shoulders. His hunky body was totally exposed. We’d just screwed like maniacs, and his half-mast cock lay thick and slick on his thigh.

“Craig needs to get back into the civilian groove,” he told me. “He’ll do it.” His tone was playful and affectionate.

“You really care about him.”

“He’s my best bud.”

I bit my lip, hesitant to speak my mind. I certainly didn’t want to do anything to upset their relationship.

“I think Craig might be a little attracted to me,” I said somewhat cautiously.

Lance laughed heartily.

“A little? Babe, he wants to bone you so bad it’s not even funny. I’ve seen him get those looks before.”

I sat up on an elbow. “Do his feelings bother you?”

“Lizzie, you’re hot. He hasn’t been around that many women for a while. He’s kinda fixated on you. Give it time. He’ll turn his attention elsewhere.”

Again, I was biting my lip.

“Am I making it tougher for him by being around?”

“You want us to spend less time together?”

“No!” I told him emphatically.

“Well” — mischief flashed in his eyes — “you could always fuck him. I mean, if you wanted.”

My jaw dropped, but my pussy pulsed.

“You’d be OK with me having sex with another guy?”

I couldn’t believe it!

He shook his head decisively and clarified: “No, but I’d be all right with you and Craig hooking up.”

I was still stunned. Best buds, indeed!

But the idea got lodged in my brain. Suddenly, I was picturing myself with Craig, and my mind filled with salacious images. Fuck him? God I wanted to. I could finally fully admit it to myself.

Lance’s cock started to stir again. I guessed the idea turned him on, too. I took his dick in my hand, feeling him swell even more. My pussy was dampening anew.

I climbed on top of him, taking his hard shaft into my cunt.

“OK,” I panted. “But we have to ask him together.”

Lance agreed, then we were off and running, having yet another glorious fuck session. My orgasms piled up as images of Craig filled my head.

The next day, we sat Craig down in the living room of Lance’s apartment. Together we made the proposal. We’d decided the only way the situation would work for us was if Lance was in the room while Craig and I screwed.

Craig kept a poker face. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling, not even a little bit. I hoped we hadn’t just fucked up his friendship with Lance, which would have been horrible.

Then Craig said to Lance, “Why don’t you just join us?”

I let out an involuntary squeal. The thought of both of those men lavishing me with erotic attention made me crazy. But never in a million years did I think my guy would go for that.

“I’d love to,” Lance said, shocking the hell out of me. He turned to me and asked, “That OK with you, Lizzie?”

It was. Oh, it so was. I got up and led the two of them into Lance’s bedroom. For a moment we just stood there, the three corners of a triangle. Then I got the action started by quickly stripping. Craig’s gaze roamed over my bare flesh, and a fresh hard-on sprang up in his pants — but I could finally do something about that one!

I unfastened his jeans and hauled out his cock. It was similar in shape and size to Lance’s fine meat. Shivering, I jerked him a few times, causing him to growl with pleasure.

Lance, meanwhile, swiftly disrobed and got on the bed. Craig stripped, too, and I led him onto the mattress, settling myself between the two men. Lance’s hard cock pressed against my hip, and my excitement spiked. I’d had threeways before, but never one with two guys!

I took Craig’s cock in my hand again, but when I leaned in to smooch him, he really seemed to come alive. He kissed me back, his tongue tangling eagerly with mine. His hand dropped onto my tit and squeezed it firmly, making both of my nipples fiercely erect.

Lance was kneading my other tit. With my free hand, I groped for my boyfriend’s cock. His shaft throbbed nicely in my grasp, and I continued to slowly pump Craig, whose swollen cockhead was dribbling pre-come. Our intense kiss continued until we had to break for air.

The men both reached for my pussy at the same time. I thought if their fingers touched, they would recoil — but that didn’t happen. They each grazed my slick slit with their fingertips. Then they dipped inside, each putting a finger into me at the same time.

The sensation was incredible as they both worked their digits in and out of my hole. They also took turns coaxing and rubbing my clit while I writhed between them. Craig again growled with pleasure, and Lance matched the sound. I cried out and came, wracked by a bolt of intense pleasure.

I sat up, and then told Craig to back up against the pillows and spread his legs. Then I told Lance to get behind me. I didn’t need to get more explicit than that. I knelt and leaned forward until Craig’s erect cock stood right before my face.

With one hand cradling his balls, I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and picked up dewy drops of his pre-come. I swallowed, savoring the taste. Then I wrapped my lips around his knob and started sucking my way down his shaft.

Meanwhile, Lance got into position behind me. His thighs pressed against the backs of mine. He guided his cockhead to my well-fingered hole. As Lance slid inside me, I swallowed all of Craig, letting him fill my throat.

While Lance stroked into me, I bobbed my head on Craig’s yummy cock. I sucked him while wriggling my tongue crazily along his vein-squiggly length. With my fingers, I kept a gentle pressure on his nutsac, imagining I could feel the jizz roiling around in there.

Craig put a hand on my head, winding his fingers in my hair. He thrust his cock into me, meeting my downward plunges with upward drives. I liked his strong grip. All the while, Lance was pounding into my pussy, and I liked that a whole lot, too.

With cock filling me from both ends, I climaxed wildly. My mouth released Craig’s dick as I moaned in ecstasy. For once, he didn’t have to listen to my cries through the walls. He was a part of our wonderful scene.

Lance pulled out, and I reversed myself on the bed. Again, no instructions were necessary. We all knew what we were doing, and we were all willing.

My boyfriend sat back with his legs spread. I took tender hold of his balls as my lips hovered over his erection. I love sucking his cock, and it was even better when I got to taste my own pussy juice on him.

At the head of the bed, Craig had shifted into position. He rested his hands on my hips and worked his way closer to me. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside my pussy. I sucked Lance down to his nuts, and he gasped at the sensation. I wondered if the situation was thrilling him as much as it was me. I hoped it was as exciting for Craig, too, but didn’t worry because he appeared to be enjoying himself immensely.

As the taste of cock and pussy filled my mouth at the same time, Craig pushed his cockhead past my cunt lips and rammed himself in to the hilt. He wasn’t any bigger or smaller than Lance, but it felt so new anyway.

Like my boyfriend’s best bud, Lance seized my head and was thrusting into my face, knowing perfectly well I loved such roughness. Craig stroked into my cunt harder and faster, his pelvis noisily slapping against my butt.

Lance then shocked me yet again by begging, “Lizzie, let him fuck your ass! He likes coming in asses!”

I wondered briefly just how Lance knew that, but I took my mouth off him long enough to say over my shoulder, “Ream my ass, Craig!”

He grunted, adjusted himself again and slotted his juice-slickened shaft into my eager asshole. As he stretched and filled me, I was hit by a wave of pleasure that triggered a gentle but pleasing climax. Seconds later, I felt Craig shoot off in my ass. As he pumped his cream into my back passage, I brought my mouth back to Lance in time to swallow his load.

And that’s how we officially welcomed Craig home.