When Jason floated the idea of a threesome, the thought flooded my pussy with slippery warmth. A year back, I’d had a string of three-way encounters in which the two hot guys I was seeing would take me to bed together and fuck me silly.

After my first joyful surge of anticipation, I understood what Jason was actually proposing: bringing in another woman. I will admit that my excitement dipped.

I supposed that was the classic threesome arrangement, the one celebrated in porn and jerk-off fantasies. I understood Jason wanting to romp with two women at once. Problem was for all my sexual boldness, I had never fooled around with another woman. Ever.

Jason, who was a sweet guy, left the proposal hanging between us. He didn’t ask for an immediate answer or lay down some strict time frame. But he did mention the name of our potential threesome playmate: Misha.

I knew her. Still pondering my dilemma, I asked her to meet me for coffee. Jason had good taste. Even without any lesbian episodes in my history, I thought she was hot. She was also friendly and put me at ease right away.

“Let me guess,” she said with a smirk. “Jason wants that threesome?”

When I practically did a mocha spit-take, she said, “He’d wanted to do it when we went out over a year ago.” My shock must’ve registered on my face because she continued, “He didn’t mention that? Well, I said no because, back then, I hadn’t ever...” Her voice trailed off, and her smirk became a sultry little smile. “You know, fooled around with another woman.”

I didn’t mind that Jason had neglected to reveal he and Misha had dated. If we were to list all of our former relationships, we’d never find time to fuck. Besides, it was smart he’d chosen her. He must’ve figured she wouldn’t get weird about anything.

But I was intrigued by her last comment. I matched her minx-like smile and said, “You said you hadn’t fooled around with another woman — but now you have?”

She licked her cappuccino’s foam off her upper lip, while staring into my eyes and replied, “Now? Lots. Want me to prove it?”

It could have been a throwaway line, just girlish banter over coffees. But her words stirred something unfamiliar in me. I heard myself say, “Yeah, prove it.”

That was how — 15 minutes later — I ended up at Misha’s place. She went into the bathroom texting and came out buck naked as I stood mutely in her bedroom. I wasn’t sure what had possessed me. Even looking at her undeniably gorgeous nude body, I still wasn’t sure about my own sexual urges.

Misha softly said, “We’ll go slow. Just do what you want. Or don’t do anything at all. Can I kiss you?”

I nodded, and she did, her incredibly soft lips pressing gently to mine.

“Can I undress you?” she asked.

It happened that easily. I lay with her on the bed. She was silky and smooth, and smelled nice. We kissed more. I got daring and tentatively used my tongue. She leisurely frenched me back.

She asked to touch my breasts. My nipples were fiercely hard, and my pussy was streaming. I was tingling all over.

“Are you enjoying this?” she whispered, licking my earlobe.

“Yes. But it’s like making love to myself,” I said before quickly adding, “Oh! I don’t mean to offend.”

Her caressing hand moved down my belly. She said, “So, when I finger your pussy, it’ll be like coming home.”

She waited until I gave the OK, and I actually cried out, “Yes! Finger my cunt!” Then she stroked my outer pussy lips until I quivered. When she put two fingers into me, my climax was almost instantaneous. A ridiculous amount of pleasure washed over me, but I felt like a guy who’d shot off too quickly. I chuckled against her bare shoulder.

“You feel like some cock now?” Misha asked.

I thought she meant a dildo, and feeling very good, I murmured sure. But that’s when she hit send on her phone. She had a text already queued up.

Jason was there in ten minutes. I was ready for him, warmed up by Misha’s lovely female ministrations.

She and I lay together entwined, looking up at him. The expression on his handsome face was priceless. It was a look of pure desire, drinking in the sight of our naked womanly flesh. I could almost see the combinations and possibilities churning joyfully in his brain.

Misha purred, “You’re overdressed, Jason.”

My boyfriend hastily stripped off his clothing. His stiff cock jutted out, veiny and hard. We both beckoned him onto the bed. Excitement was simmering within me.

Jason lay down between us. His head swiveled back and forth, looking at each of us in turn like he was still convincing himself that we were both really there. I kissed him first, a fierce tongue-slavering smooch. Then I turned his head with my hand and watched Misha mash a kiss on him. Their lips parted, and their tongues tangled. It was quite a sight.

I didn’t feel a flicker of jealousy. Already there was a unity among us, as well as a buzzing sexual electricity. We were linked by lust, by the urge to seek satisfaction.

Misha and I reached for Jason’s cock at the same time. We wrapped our fingers around his steely shaft and pumped it together. Jason grunted with pleasure, and Misha and I grinned at each other. Together we moved down his body until our faces were hovering over his crotch.

I was desperate for a taste of him, but I graciously pointed his cockhead toward Misha. She swirled her tongue around his knob and flicked it against the underside of his crown. She sealed her lips over his rod and swallowed his staff. I was impressed when she sucked him down to his balls, which I carefully cradled in my fingers. Her head bobbed up and down for a minute, and she had a glint of excitement lighting her pretty eyes.

Finally, she came up and said with delight, “Taste this yummy cock.”

I did. I also tasted her saliva, which only added to my mounting pleasure. Under her watchful eye, I deep-throated Jason’s stiffened rod. Meanwhile, he was making loud groaning noises and gripping the sheets on either side of himself.

After that, Misha and I slid our parted lips up and down opposite sides of his shaft. Moving up to his cockhead, we frenched each other with his crown thrust between us.

Jason had his head cranked up off the mattress, watching us with feverish eyes. Suddenly, he howled, “Oh fuck!”

Gobs of hot come erupted into our mouths. The flavor of his cream thrilled me, and Misha made no indication that she was anything but pleased with the fruit of our labors.

We continued to kiss passionately, trading Jason’s salty spunk back and forth between us. He was going to be out of action for a few minutes at least, so I boldly pulled Misha over him and onto myself.

By that point, whatever inhibitions I’d had about sexual contact with another woman had vanished. They were lost in a haze of feminine lust. It felt perfectly natural to hold her, squeeze her and caress her. I excitedly kissed and groped my lesbian lover.

Misha sucked my tits, her tongue flicking my stiff nipples and her teeth delicately nibbling them. My pussy was blazing, and my skin was buzzing all over. She licked her way down my body, and I eagerly anticipated what was to come.

I spread my legs, and she moved down between them. Her breath warmed my damp folds. I closed my thighs around her shoulders. She flashed me a hungry look, then unfurled her tongue and swiped it up my cleft.

Every muscle in my body jerked at once. I gasped, and Misha pressed her face against my dripping groove. My juices smeared over her chin and cheeks. She tongued me expertly, teasing and coaxing, but not waiting too long before she zeroed in on my clit. My bud sent bliss rippling through me as she licked it lovingly. She was on her knees with her head down and her luscious ass raised in the air.

A shrieking climax took hold of me. I felt like I was twirling through the sky. When my eyes focused again, Jason had moved in behind Misha. His face was alight with a fresh expression of lust.

Dreamily, I watched him line himself up and plunge his cock into Misha’s waiting pussy. She lifted her head to groan, her lips and chin gleaming with my juices.

I pushed myself up and went around to observe them from the side. They were such a beautiful sight. Jason’s strong hands were closed over her hips, and he was rhythmically stroking into her. I gained a new appreciation of the length of his cock as he fucked her.

Jason looked over at me as he nailed Misha. His face was flushed, and sweat glistened on his chest. Whatever expectations he’d had for our threeway were apparently being met quite nicely.

Jason picked up speed, and she squirmed against the sheets. He was slamming into her as her back undulated. Finally, she lifted her face and moaned, releasing a long, raw note of orgasmic triumph.

My boyfriend pulled out of her cunt, and she collapsed onto the bed. Again Jason turned to me, and I immediately lay back, presenting my well-licked pussy to him. He moved onto me, his cock still rock-hard. He hadn’t come inside Misha.

His dick filled me, touching me at my core, and pleasure bloomed within me. Misha’s bed was a wonderland. Memories of her tongue in my pussy were now in my brain alongside those of my two exes spit-roasting me as I was on hands and knees — with one cock in my mouth and another plowing my cunt.

Jason fucked me easily, taking his time. I didn’t rush toward my orgasm. It was building slowly, powerfully. When I felt Misha’s eyes on me, I turned and smiled. She knelt next to us. In a lustful daze, I reached out and tugged on her creamy thigh. She got the message and moved in.

Jason gave her room as she faced him, swung a leg over my head and lowered herself onto my lips. I breathed in her aroused scent, and then — for the first time in my life — my tongue was on a pussy.

I licked her groove, tasting her womanly juice but also getting a lingering taste of Jason’s cock. She settled herself onto my face, her ass quivering above me. I had no hesitations. I speared my tongue into her as Jason pounded me, excited by the sapphic spectacle.

The three of us rocked and bounced, and it seemed we all came at once. Jason’s jizz geysered inside me, Misha honey flooded my mouth, and I shot to the stars.