You’d think it’d be impossible to run into someone you used to know in a city of millions. But there I was staring at a former lover I hadn’t seen in ten years.

There was no way I could forget that handsome face. Sparkling green eyes, coal-black hair — now with a hint of silver at the temples — and a smile that always made my heart flutter. Like it was doing at that very moment.

The years had been kind to Danny — and to me, too. I knew I looked at least as good as I had the last time he’d seen me naked.

“Hey, beautiful,” he exclaimed, instantly embracing me. “It’s been a long time.”

I hugged him in return. There was something comforting about being in his arms again. A million memories flooded my mind, and those images were erotic and potent. Danny was one of the most intense lovers I’d ever had, and I’d always thought of him fondly. I’d also frequently dreamt of desires that he and I hadn’t had a chance to fulfill, and some of those fantasies insisted on taunting me as we chatted in the coffee shop.

Danny had recently moved back to New York City after a decade in Silicon Valley. I’d stayed in the Big Apple and married Liam, who’s a great guy.

After a few minutes, Danny glanced at his watch and said apologetically, “I gotta run. I’m late for a meeting.” He stared into my eyes, and I felt as if he’d gotten a glimpse of the peep show playing in my mind. “I’m finally settled in the new place. You and Liam should come over for dinner. How about tomorrow night?”

“We’d love to,” I answered.

Danny gave me his number and kissed my cheek before rushing out the door. I exhaled sharply and mused about how our visit might play out.

I’d always longed to experience two men at once, but I’d never had the opportunity. It was a desire I’d shared with Danny when we’d dated. In breathless whispers, we’d discussed as we fucked how hot it would be for him to share me with another man. But we’d never seriously pursued that dream. We’d happily fallen into a number of threeways with lovely ladies, but the right guy had never crossed our path. I could say the same thing about me and Liam. However, I had a feeling that he and Danny would hit it off. And the thought of those two irresistible men and me in the same room sent my imagination into overdrive.

Liam was quite agreeable when I revealed the following evening’s plans. He’s never been the jealous type. He understood that I had a past, much like himself, and knew that just because I harbored affection or lust for another person, it didn’t mean I loved him less.

“Besides,” he added with a provocatively raised eyebrow, “you never know what kind of trouble we’ll get into.”

I smiled coyly. Liam understood me well enough to know that his words would ignite my passion. I’d have never dared to suggest anything other than dinner, but my husband’s remark made me think a sensual liaison was a real possibility. And even if it stayed just that, I’d be aroused all the same.

The experience of entering Danny’s high-rise apartment was an odd combination of the new and the familiar. While much of the furnishings were recently purchased, I still recognized some flourishes, like the luxurious rug he’d picked up long ago in Istanbul.

Sitting on the couch after dinner between Danny and my husband was somewhat similar. My memories were forever entwined with them in separate sets of lust-drenched recollections, but being there — between my past and my future in a very heady present — was an experience like no other.

All of my predictions about Danny and Liam proved true. They had an instant, easygoing rapport and acted with the jovial candor of lifelong friends. And as the night wore on, it seemed clear they were on the same page. Liam didn’t flinch when Danny gently touched my arm or brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. And my husband — who normally shies away from public displays of affection — didn’t hesitate to kiss my cheek or put his arm around me. As Liam embraced me, I noticed how Danny couldn’t keep his eyes off of us. He’d never had much of a poker face, and I could see the mix of jealousy and longing etched across his rugged features. His expression made my arousal flare hot and intense, magnifying the impact of every casual touch.

Although the hour had grown late, Danny didn’t seem in any rush for us to leave. He refilled our wineglasses and sat down at my side once more. I’d kicked off my stilettos and wiggled my toes into the deep pile of the jewel-toned carpet, just like I always used to do. Danny noticed and chuckled.

“Feet hurt?” my ex asked with a smirk.

“At little — it’s been a long day.”

“Swing around then,” Liam said, tapping my leg. Without waiting for me to react, he leaned down, grabbed my ankles and swung my feet into his lap. His maneuverings made the hem of my dress rise high on my thighs and repositioned my entire body. I was now leaning on Danny, and he shifted to let me rest against him more comfortably. I felt the warmth of his body through his clothing and snuggled against him. Danny draped an arm around me and rested his hand on my forearm. My flesh tingled, even though his touch wasn’t the slightest bit indecent. The feeling of his bare skin against mine was enough to make me lightheaded. I squeezed my thighs together in a quick gambit to quell the ache inside me.

Meanwhile, my husband resumed the conversation — as if I could continue to discuss cars while he rubbed my feet and Danny stroked his fingertips along my arm. My pounding pulse filled my ears, almost obliterating their words. But I could tell by the subtle change in the tone of their voices that this debate between American and German engineering wasn’t going to last long. It was simply a way to pass the time until we were ready to admit what was really happening between the three of us.

I’d already withdrawn from the discussion, enjoying the feeling of being massaged and petted by two of the most handsome men I’d ever known. Physically, they were remarkably similar. Streamlined and muscular — Danny from yoga and Liam from kickboxing — they were like tall, tanned bookends that I wouldn’t mind being caught between.

The pauses between their statements grew longer as their touches grew more sensual. While Danny tossed off an opinion on manual transmissions, he traced his thumb along my bottom lip. I glanced upward and saw that he was gazing down at me, his eyes dark and half-lidded.

“She’s got great lips,” Liam said, his voice husky. “Do you miss them?”

“Yeah,” Danny answered, keeping his eyes locked on mine and slowing the pace of his thumb. Those gentle swipes echoed in my clit, which felt hot, hard and swollen. I shifted my hips slightly, a move that didn’t offer the slightest bit of relief. If anything, it made me more aware of how wet and desperate I was.

Liam’s hand slid from my ankle, gradually traveling up my leg. His fingertips slipped behind my knee, his lazy strokes an undeniable tease. Those featherlight touches made me moan helplessly.

“What do you miss most?” my husband queried. “Kissing them or having them wrapped around your cock?”

Danny cupped my cheek, and I nuzzled his palm.

“Too hard to choose,” my old beau murmured.

“Ah, true. It’s been years. Maybe you need to reacquaint yourself with both. You know, to refresh your memory.”

“You wouldn’t mind sharing?”

“Nope — besides, I think she’d like that.” Then my husband added, “Wouldn’t you, baby?” Liam gently but firmly tugged on my legs, scattering my ebony hair across Danny’s lap as he pulled me closer to himself, so he could reach under my dress. A single finger traced up and down my slit through the cotton of my panties as Liam continued: “You’d like having two sets of hands stroking you, two cocks filling you.”

I felt the heat in my cheeks and knew I must be blushing. Both men had known of my fantasy, but to hear my hubby voice the words so boldly totally unraveled me. I was struggling to speak and merely nodded instead, which wasn’t good enough for Liam.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he teased, tracing light circles over my clit through the thin, moist layer of my panties. Meanwhile, Danny threaded his fingers through my tresses as he cupped the back of my head.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I’d like that.”

“You’d suck his cock, while I’d take you from behind?” Liam’s finger sped up, while Danny’s hand tightened in my hair.

“Yes,” I repeated breathlessly, bucking my hips.

“But I know you, you dirty girl. You won’t want us to stop there, will you?”

“No, Liam,” I answered, already picturing my naked body pressed between the two of them, stuffed to the brim with hard cock.

Danny raised me up toward him and brought his lips to mine. His kiss was tentative but quickly grew bolder — like he was relearning the shape and taste of my mouth, then responding to his reawakened hunger. Danny’s tongue flicked out, urging my lips to part and allow him inside. I tipped my head back and surrendered to him as my husband worked my panties down my thighs.

There was no turning back because I’d never forgive myself if I did.

Danny must have felt the same way. Breaking our lip-lock, he stood up and took my hand in his.

“Come,” he said, leading us into his bedroom.

Silvery illumination streamed in through the windows of the far wall. Outside, I saw the city lights spread out below like an endless expanse of glittering jewels. The curtains being open didn’t bother me. I was too consumed by my own desire; I didn’t care who saw me indulging in my most treasured fantasy.

Danny lifted my dress over my head and stripped me out of my bra. As I stood before him clad in nothing but moonlight, he pulled me toward him roughly. His impatience had gotten the best of him, but I liked seeing that gruff side of him. His kiss made me feel completely possessed. Danny gripped my shoulders tightly, his tongue tangling with mine for a long, delicious moment, and then I felt Liam’s naked body press against my back. My husband held up my hair and kissed the nape of my neck. His erection, hot and hard, was nestled up against my ass cheeks, and another wave of arousal washed over me.

Danny and I parted to take deep, heavy breaths, and Liam whispered hotly, “On the bed. I want to watch you suck him — and then I want to fuck you.”

I groaned but obeyed. Danny did, too, quickly stripping and lying back against the pillows. He spread his legs, so I could settle between his muscular thighs. He was as perfect as I remembered — lanky and lean, but hard in all the right places. I leaned forward and kissed him once more before trailing my lips down his body, feeling my husband’s eyes on me the whole time. My mouth hovered over Danny’s erection, standing tall before me, and I ran my hand along the length of it, making him exhale sharply.

Taking the head of his cock between my lips, I swirled my tongue around the tip. Danny balled the sheets in his fist and snapped his hips upward, slamming the rest of his length inside my mouth. I pushed further, taking him deep into my throat and swallowing around him. His moan, low and desperate, fueled my desire. Despite his impatience, I then let my lips rise and fall to my own sex rhythm. Danny’s cock pulsed against my tongue, and I slowed down even more to keep him hovering on the edge of climax. I fed off of his beautiful groans of frustration.

As I continued to tease Danny with my lips and tongue, my husband was right beside me, caressing my back and offering dirty encouragement.

“Take him deep, baby. Do him the way you do me,” Liam urged. “Your mouth is so hot and wet, like it was made to suck cock — ”

I cut off Liam’s monologue by reaching out a hand and caressing his erection. I stroked him in time to my mouth’s pace on Danny’s shaft — until he pulled away and positioned himself behind me.

I groaned around Danny’s cock when I felt Liam’s tracing my slit. Every time my husband’s dick slid downward and nudged my clit, my body jerked and my concentration shattered. My careful, measured blowjob fell to pieces the second Liam plunged his cock inside me. Each thrust of his hips drove me forward, sending my lips to the base of Danny’s shaft. Liam was controlling the action, making me rock between their bodies and sending us spiraling out of control.

Danny’s moans grew louder, signaling his precarious state. I was on the edge myself, knowing that the slightest touch to my clit would break me. Liam was the only one of us who had his wits about him. He backed away, eliciting a whimper from me that only grew more plaintive when he took hold of my shoulders and eased me away from Danny’s dick. My lover’s shaft, shiny with my saliva, bobbed helplessly in the air.

I turned toward my husband, and he kissed me deeply before saying, “He’s ready for you.”

I looked from Liam to Danny. I could hardly believe I was in this situation with these two hunky men. Liam nudged me forward, encouraging me to straddle Danny’s hips. Reaching down, I took hold of my ex’s spike and lowered myself onto his shaft. My sighs mingled with Danny’s as I took him inside me. I sat there, not moving for a long moment and feeling my sex pulse around him.

Liam stroked my hair off my face and behind my shoulder.

“I want you to fuck him good,” my spouse said as I rocked my hips. “To get yourself so hot, so insatiable, that you’re going to beg for my cock in your ass.” I felt myself grow even more slick, and my hips moved easily, picking up their pace as Liam continued, “And then I’m going to lube you up, and Danny and I are going to fuck you — all at once.”

My eyes fluttered closed, but I felt Danny’s hands clutching my hips and helping me rise and fall at a steady pace. I tossed my head back, feeling my hair tickle my bare back as I writhed.

“Tell me what it feels like, baby,” Liam whispered in my ear.

“I-I can’t,” I answered, having trouble focusing.

“Oh, you can. And you will,” he said, kissing the side of my neck. “It’s the only way I’ll give you what you want.” I slammed myself down onto Danny more forcefully, inhaling sharply as a jolt of pleasure shot through me on impact.

“He’s filling me up so completely, stretching me so tight,” I uttered.

“That’s a good girl.”

“But it’s not enough...”

Danny, his lips set tight, slammed his hips upward, and I released a loud cry.

“I know, I know,” Liam whispered, stroking his fingers down the curve of my back and caressing my ass. “What do you need?”

I hung my head and replied, “I need more. You — I need you.”

“I’m here,” he teased.

“No — in my ass.” 

“That wasn’t hard now, was it?”

Liam sucked two fingers into his mouth before bringing them between me and Danny and flicking my clit — one wet, teasing touch as a playful reward.

I was in a haze as the boys exchanged words, and soon Liam was digging around in Danny’s bedside table and coming up with a bottle of lube. I felt lightheaded and boneless as Danny sat up and embraced me, pulling me back down with him. Between kisses, he murmured nonsense words of affection against my lips as Liam climbed back onto the bed with us.

Danny’s kisses were sweet, but my world grew more wicked as Liam’s lubed-up fingers skated over my back hole. Danny kept his arms around me, holding me in place as Liam worked his digits in and out of me, making me feel impossibly full. But I knew this was only a small hint of what was to come.

Danny released me from his grip, but I stayed put — too nervous to move an inch.

Liam leaned over me, his body warm against my back. He kissed my cheek, then whispered, “Ready?”

“Yes,” I responded breathlessly.

Liam nudged his cock between my cheeks, taking his time easing the tip into my hole. I cried out as my body stretched to accept him, and Liam gently advanced until he was balls-deep inside me. My ass and cunt were packed so tightly, I could think of nothing else but the pleasurable sensations suffusing my being.

My husband was still crouched over me, his breath hot and erratic against my neck. The three of us stayed still for a heartbeat, and then the men started to move. I braced my hands on the mattress on either side of Danny. Liam pushed my hips down, pulling his cock out of my ass and impaling me on the other man’s shaft. Danny simultaneously bucked up, plunging into my dripping-wet sex. The men continued working me, easy and steady at first, then gradually increasing their pace as my whimpers became soft sobs of ecstasy.

I was lost in the ebb and flow of our three bodies, moving together so rhythmically, so naturally. Each time Danny’s pelvis slammed against me, my orgasm drew nearer. Both men seemed to call on their memories of me to do what they needed to take me higher. Passionate kisses, hands stroking my fevered flesh, tugs of my disheveled hair — they all combined to make my orgasm break with a sudden burst of ecstasy that leveled into gentle waves of pleasure. My body clutched and released their cocks as they groaned and surrendered to their climaxes.

Reality was even better than my fantasy — and I can’t wait to do it all over again!