Last Friday I stopped after work for a much-needed drink after a hectic week, and ran into my coworker Reggie and his wife, Andrea.

I’d met her at work functions. She’s quite attractive, about five ten, with nice breasts. On this occasion her blonde hair hung down past her shoulders. She wore a mini, a spaghetti-strap top, and no bra, and as the air-conditioning took hold, I watched her nipples grow.

I was comparing the two of us as we shared a table. I’m five six, with short dark hair. I do have a great figure, and am perky but rather small in the breast department.

Andrea and I became fast friends. It turned out we liked a lot of the same things, decorating being at the top of the list, followed closely by shopping. The other thing we have in common is we’re not big on cooking. I knew she was kidding when she told me that the only reason she’d married Reggie was for his culinary skills. He was at the bar getting us fresh drinks, and I looked over at him and said, “I doubt that.” She laughed and said, “Yeah, I have to confess he has other qualities that come in handy from time to time. In fact, if we have much more to drink, I just might have to call on one of them when we get home.”

I put my hand on her arm and said, “Lucky you. As for me, I’m kind of between men right now.”

She leaned close. Her hand fell on my leg for support as she whispered, “Don’t tell Reggie that. The way he’s been checking you out, he’ll probably ask you to come home with us.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was she kidding? I played it cool — as cool as I could, anyway — and said, “Really? What do you think he has in mind?” I still thought she was joking, but I was getting intrigued by the idea. I held my breath waiting for her answer. I was still holding her arm. I slipped my hand down, covered her hand, and gave it a squeeze. Her fingers were on my knee and she casually raked her long nails up my thigh until they settled between my legs.

Before she could answer, Reggie returned from the bar, but he stayed only long enough to put down our drinks, then went back to talk to someone. I was still waiting for Andrea to elaborate. I think she could see the pleading in my eyes as she slowly removed her hand.

“Look, Nora, I’m not sure I should be saying this. We’ve just met and I certainly don’t want to say something that will offend you.”

Now she had me hooked. I was trying to figure out how not to be too obvious, but gave up and said, “Come on, Andrea, you can’t leave me hanging like this.” I could still feel the effect she’d had on me when she raked her nails up my leg. I’ll be damned if my panties weren’t getting a little moist.

“Okay,” she said, “but please don’t mention this to my husband. I don’t need his dirty little mind working overtime.”

I said, “You have my sacred oath, but get on with it before I scream. I’m so curious by now, I’d agree to almost anything just to hear the rest.”

She smiled and began her little tale: “Here goes. Reggie has been bugging me for years to try a threesome, but I’ve always put him off. I wasn’t sure if I could handle another woman in bed with us, but mostly I wasn’t sure I would know what to do. He’s got a bunch of porn tapes, and more than a few are of threesomes. To be honest with you, Nora, I’m starting to get into the idea. So now you have my answer.”

The part about not being sure what to do wasn’t lost on me. It sounded like that was the icebreaker in making her husband’s fantasy come to life. I chose my next words carefully because I was getting into an area I’d only fantasized about myself.

This time I dropped my hand on her leg. I knew the booze was helping as I tightened my fingers over her slim leg and said, “I’ve got to tell you, Andrea, I’ve been thinking about that too. In fact, I have a few videos at home. I’m going to ask you something, but you have to be honest with me.”

She broke into a big grin and said, “Hell, we’ve started something here. No sense in holding back now.”

“Here goes,” I said. “Have you ever made out with another woman?”

She looked sheepish as she answered. “No, not really, just in my imagination. How about you?”

Now it was my turn to look sheepish. “Once, in college. My roommate and I got shit-faced and she did me. It’s all kind of fuzzy, but as far as I can remember, she knew what she was doing. Anyway, since we’re both close to being in the bag, how’d you like me to come home with you and Reggie right now?” There. I’d said it.

She said in a low, sexy voice, “Yes, Nora, I’d like that very much.” My panties were pretty much soaked by now, and I’m sure hers were too.

She called her husband over to the table and told him to sit down. Then she said, “Listen to what I am about to tell you, and if you yell, I’ll kill you where you sit.” He smiled, clueless.

“Nora wants to come home with us, Reggie, and I really want her to.”

The next thing that happened was almost comical. A grown man had just been given the news that his lifelong fantasy was about to become reality, and he had to maintain his composure. The look on his face was classic, but in his defense, he took it like a man.

“Nora is going to drive me home, and I want you to meet us there. Stop and get some steaks, and more orange juice. We’ve got plenty of vodka. Think you can handle that, big boy?”

Her hand was under the table and she said, “Nora, feel this. He’s got a hard-on.”

I reached under the table and grabbed him. It had been a while, so I lingered a little, enjoying the feel of a stiff prick in my hand again. I said, “Think he’ll make it home?”

Andrea and I stood to leave. “When that thing goes down, get on the road,” she told him. “We’ll be at the house, waiting.” And off we went, leaving poor Reggie with his face hanging out.

When we were on the highway, Andrea looked at me and said, “I don’t mind telling you, I’m both excited and nervous about what we’re about to do. Tell me about your college friend.”

I thought back, remembering Toni, my roommate. She had started it, but I was right there with her, enjoying every second. And I’d lied about being fuzzy about what had happened. I remembered every bit of it.

“Well, as far as I can recall, we were drinking and kidding around about sex.” I reached over and laid my hand on Andrea’s leg. She covered my hand with hers and steered it up under the hem of her short skirt. My fingers brushed her pubic area. I felt her twitch as my fingers slid across her crotch.

I tried to continue the story, but my throat was dry. Her legs opened slightly, just enough for my fingers to touch her silk-covered cooter. She moved closer, and I pushed the silk into her. She gasped as I pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger into her moist pussy. I couldn’t believe I was driving a car while sliding a finger in and out of Andrea’s warm, wet cunt.

She reached under my dress and found a very wet pair of panties. Her fingers sent shivers up and down my spine. She pushed my panties aside, as I had done hers, and deftly slid two fingers into me.

“Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good, Andrea!” I gasped.

She sighed and said, “I know. Screw the story — just show me when we get to my house.”

My legs were wide open, giving her all the leeway she needed. Her slim fingers drove me crazy as she worked them in and out of me, occasionally pausing to circle my stiff clit. Her ass moved back and forth as she fucked my finger, breathing hard. The last thing I wanted was for her to get off there in the car. We’d come this far, and I intended to see it to the finish. Thankfully, we pulled into her subdivision. We straightened ourselves up.

The door closed behind us and we were all over each other. Clothes flew as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time we reached the queen-size bed, we were down to just wet panties and bras. I released her bra and was rewarded with a beautiful set of big firm breasts. I filled my hungry mouth with her nipples as she tangled her fingers in my hair and murmured her encouragement. “Oh, yes, Nora, that’s it, baby, suck my tits.”

She unhooked my bra and squeezed my nipples as I feasted on hers. The odor of pure sex was everywhere as I released her nipple from my mouth and pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues meshed and our mounds humped as we inched our way to the bed, where I landed on top of her. Andrea’s legs opened and I nestled between them. She pulled on my ass as we once more pressed our mounds together.

I pulled my lips from her and kissed my way down to her neck. She told me how much she loved to have her neck nuzzled as my lips and tongue explored further. The lower I got, the more excited she got. I was as hot as I’d been in years. Her skin felt wonderful under my lips. When I reached the edge of her panties, she raised up and I slid them down and off.

I looked down at her tiny bush and blew warm air across her full pussy lips. But by now Andrea wasn’t in the mood for any more fooling around. She grabbed my head and pulled me to her. I tasted her. I slid my tongue into her folds, searching for her hidden love button. She lifted her ass off the bed as my tongue slid around, tasting and searching. As soon as I found my prize, her legs slid over my arms and her heels dug into my back.

“Oh, Nora, that’s it. Eat me, baby, make me come!” she begged. Her ass was humping my mouth so hard, I had a tough time holding on, but I finally got her clit between my lips and began sucking and circling it with my tongue. She was whimpering and begging me to make her come. I’d intended to keep this up for a long time, but suddenly Andrea went stiff. “Oh, shit, yes! I’m coming, Nora, oh, God!” This being my first time, I wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but instinct kicked in. I just kept at it, and enjoyed her sweet nectar as my reward. I could actually feel her pussy pulsing as she continued to climax into my hungry mouth. I loved the way she tasted, and couldn’t wait for her to do the same to me. My pussy was screaming for some attention. Her legs slipped from my back and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

She pulled me up until my body was between her legs again. She took my face in her hands and pressed her soft lips to mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I knew she was getting a full taste of her own sweet pussy juice. We stayed like that until she was satisfied that she hadn’t missed anything.

I slid off and was propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. “Well, Andrea, what do you think about your first girl-girl experience?” I asked. She smiled as she stroked my breasts.

“I’ll let you know when I finish. Are you ready?” I was too excited to say a thing. I just nodded as she rolled me over and pulled down my soaked panties.

She sucked one aching nipple into her hot mouth as she stroked my labia. “Come on, Andrea, do me,” I begged. “I’m so ready for you to take me. Please hurry.” She kissed down my body and was licking and nipping my tummy when we heard the garage door open. We both jumped up, grabbed our clothes, and raced for the kitchen. By the time Reggie had gathered up the groceries and made it into the house, we were out on the patio looking at Andrea’s flowerbeds.

Reggie yelled that he was home, and we silently cursed him before waving and telling him to bring us a drink as soon as he was finished lighting the grill. When he handed us our drinks, he had a leer in his eyes that matched the longing I was having for someone to help me out. I swear I almost said, “Let’s skip dinner and get back to the bedroom.” Reggie would have jumped at it, but since Andrea had already gotten hers, she was content to let things run their course.

I have to admit that, after I calmed down, I did enjoy the dinner, along with a superb red wine. We all knew what was going to happen. After cleaning up, Reggie made fresh drinks and uncovered the hot tub while Andrea and I changed.