My bestie and I have been friends with benefits for years. Marissa and I live together, travel together, and of course, fuck together. We always have an amazing time — especially when we hunt for a third.

Vacations are our favorite time to find someone fun to join us. Sometimes it’s almost too easy, though I’m certainly not going to complain about quickly getting what I want!

Recently, we decided to hit Las Vegas for the weekend, and I assure you, there is no better place to find a hot, horny man looking to double his pleasure.

On our first night, we met Greg at a bar. When we invited him back to our room, I could tell what he was thinking by the look in his eyes: Jackpot!

We all tumbled into the elevator, not bothering to hide our amorous intentions. It was a stroke of luck that allowed us to have the car all to ourselves.

The second the doors shut Marissa blatantly stroked Greg’s growing bulge through his jeans. Then we sandwiched our new friend between us. His muscular thigh fit perfectly between my own legs. I ground myself against him, putting just the right amount of pressure on my already throbbing clit.

For me, the chase is foreplay. When I’m flirting with a conquest, I feel my pussy growing damp with dew. My body instantly prepares for the inevitable moment when we’ll fuck.

Encountering Greg was no different. Within seconds of connecting, I knew we would have him. There was something telling about his expression. When I coquettishly stroked his wrist — right at the edge of his shirtsleeve — his face lit up with lust.

Fantasies had spun in my head, and they were poised to become reality. Greg was ours — for the evening, at least.

As the elevator ascended, the floor numbers ticked away on the car’s screen. Meanwhile, my hands — and Marissa’s — continued wandering over Greg’s body. Our fingers were everywhere — combing through his thick, glossy hair, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants, sliding over his shoulders and pecs. Together, we caressed every muscular bulge of his body.

By the time the elevator reached our floor, not a single button on Greg’s shirt remained closed. The doors opened with a swish, revealing a startled older couple who quickly moved out of our way, so we could stumble into the hall.

I winked at the shocked seniors just before the doors slid closed on them, then I turned back toward our handsome hunk.

“Which way?” Greg asked impatiently.

I pointed toward our room and rushed down the hallway to open the door. I wanted to keep my wait for pleasure to a minimum.

I heard Greg and Marissa quickly coming up behind me. He managed to hook his sculpted arm around my waist right as the door to the room swung open.

I laughed and rushed inside. They followed me in, and Marissa slammed the door behind us.

Just like in the elevator, Marissa’s hands and mine moved all over Greg. This time, though, we were able to do more than unbutton his shirt.

Greg’s oxford was the first to go. With the buttons already unfastened, it wasn’t difficult to remove. Marissa and I each took hold of a cuff and shucked the fabric from his arms.

Next, we turned our attention to his pants. An expensive-looking designer belt was in our way — but not for long. I whipped the leather through the loops on Greg’s jeans and tossed the accessory behind me.

Within seconds, Marissa had opened Greg’s fly. She pulled at his waistband and yanked the garment down to the floor. He slipped out of his shoes and pants as my eyes fixated on his snug-fitting briefs.

His tight ass was too tempting to resist. I playfully smacked one of his firm butt cheeks.

“Let me get a feel of what you’re packing up-front, too,” I said.

I skated my hand around his body and headed straight for the tent he’d pitched in his briefs. He bit back a moan as I cupped his hard cock through his underwear.

“So sturdy and strong,” I said in a hot whisper.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said teasingly.

Greg turned and laid a smoldering kiss on me. When he groaned against my lips, I assumed Marissa had directed her attention to his package. When I pulled away and looked down, I saw my stunning friend sitting on the edge of the mattress with Greg’s dick in her mouth — and his briefs nowhere in sight!

That gave me an idea.

“Do you like ass play, Greg?” I asked.

“Y-yes,” he stuttered.

A satisfied smile lifted the corners of my lips.

“Good.”

I presented my pointer finger to him and demanded, “Suck.”

Boy, did he! Greg immediately drew my finger inside his mouth, allowing it to rest on his tongue for a second. Then he started to diligently draw on my digit from my first knuckle to my fingertip. When he finally pulled back, it was glistening with his saliva.

He had a hungry look in his eyes as he said, “Don’t make me beg.”

I found his enthusiasm to be a real turn-on.

I skimmed the edge of my hand down Greg’s back, being careful not to wipe any of the moisture from my finger. I was glad Marissa had already gotten his underwear out of the way. With nothing to stop me, I dove straight into his crack and sought out his hole. I traced the slick pad of my finger around his backdoor, encouraging his muscles to relax and open for me. They did, and I slowly and carefully wriggled my finger inside him.

Greg shivered and groaned, but I could tell he loved the intimate penetration.

After that, I mimicked Marissa’s rhythm on Greg’s dick. She was blowing him, and my finger was merely going along for the ride. Still, it was a pretty plum position to be in. I may not have held the reins, but I was wielding plenty of power. With my finger seated deep inside Greg’s asshole, I asked, “Do you like this?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied.

Greg’s muscles seemed to constrict even tighter around my digit. Meanwhile, he snuck a hand around to my crotch. He circled a finger over my clit. I bucked toward his touch, shamelessly grinding myself against his digit.

When my thighs began to tremble, Greg switched things up. He slid his fingers between my legs, tracing them along my labia as he pushed the heel of his hand against my throbbing clit. As I moaned loudly, he moved again and slipped two fingers inside my pussy.

Greg and I panted and groaned, while Marissa’s exclamations were muffled by his cock. But as her mouth bobbed on his rod, she made plenty of lip-smacking noises that turned me on even more.

Meanwhile, I bounced on Greg’s fingers, frantically skewering myself, and if I angled my hips just right, my clit got a good rubdown, too.

All that movement appeared to benefit Greg as well. My body’s bobbing jostled my hand — the same hand I was using to finger-bang his asshole.

The pulse of his pleasure rippled over my skin — a satisfying sensation that affirmed my sexual prowess. His staccato hip movements — and the satisfied hum of my roommate — told me he had blown his load.

I eased my finger from Greg’s asshole as Marissa released his cock from her mouth. She moved slowly as if worried about spilling his cream. She licked her lips, making sure to lap up the smears of spunk that were left behind on her kisser, then she smooched the very tip of his dick.

Despite an explosive release, Greg’s erection remained rock-hard. The man was more than ready for round two, and he had a pair of women aching to accommodate him.

Marissa was the first to act and said to me, “It’s your turn.”

She took my hand in hers and guided me to the center of the bed.

“On your knees or on your back?” she asked.

“Back,” I said. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Marissa flashed me her megawatt grin — a smile that never fails to make butterflies flutter in my belly — and said, “I can definitely do that.”

I situated myself on the mattress, and Marissa directed Greg toward the cozy space between my legs.

“She loves a good dicking,” she said.

He nodded, and then Marissa climbed up and straddled my face.

I’d expected Greg to slip his dick into my cunt right away, but he didn’t. Instead, I first felt his tongue lap my slit and tickle my clit.

My mouth opened to emit a moan, but Marissa chose that moment to plant her pussy on my lips. Her delectable nectar coated my tongue, triggering a thirst within me that would only be quenched by her orgasmic juices.

My memories of the following moments are blurry. But I remember thinking Greg had been around the block a few times. He was attentive and thorough, not wasting a single movement. Everything he did elicited waves of pleasure. He massaged my clit even as he fucked me senseless.

A never-ending series of moans and groans came from deep within me. The sound waves caused by my vocals acted like a vibrator on Marissa’s pussy. She was so close to coming I could taste it.

When my girlfriend started to gush, her orgasm had a domino effect on me and Greg. The flavor of her pleasure hit my tongue, sending me careening toward my own explosive finish.

Greg was quick to follow. My pussy spasmed around his cock, massaging his member and triggering his second orgasm of the evening.

Our triad performed a beautiful chorus of pleasure that night, and again in the wee hours of the morning. Afterward, we went our separate ways, and the following day, Marissa and I resumed our search for another third.