My husband and I are both doing my best friend. Our fling started innocently enough. Lucy is single and lives nearby, and it’s not out of the ordinary for her to drop by with a bottle of wine — or for me and Jason to invite her over for dinner.

One night when we were all a little drunk, Lucy admitted she wanted to be more than a friend — to both of us.

I’d long had dirty thoughts about Lucy, too. I’d even once told my husband that he was my ideal man, but Lucy would always be my ideal woman. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined what it would be like to have sex with her. Lucy’s a ten in my eyes. An 11, really. Just off-the-charts amazing.

When I’d shared my fantasy with Jason, he told me he’d always thought us girls would be really sexy together.

“And I wouldn’t mind joining in, if you’d both like that,” he’d added, with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

When Lucy made her tipsy confession that night, Jason and I exchanged hungry looks. If we all wanted the same thing, there was nothing to stop us.

“What if you could have everything you want?” I said to Lucy.

Surprised, she looked back and forth between me and Jason before sputtering, “Could I?”

Seizing the opportunity, I leaned in and laid a delicate kiss on Lucy’s lips. I’d long admired her peaked Cupid’s bow, and suddenly, her plump lip was tucked between my teeth as I nibbled on it teasingly.

Kissing Lucy was positively transcendent. I didn’t realize how badly I’d wanted her until we connected that night.

As I let myself get lost in our kiss, I felt Jason’s fingers caress my arms. He skimmed his hands over my shoulders and neck before directing his attention at Lucy. He nuzzled and kissed her neck, while his hands wandered downward. His fingers zeroed in on the gap between us, and he proceeded to put all ten digits to excellent use, gently stroking our pussies through our clothing.

Jason moved, so he was sitting behind Lucy, which placed him in the perfect position to recline both of their bodies. That’s when I took the opportunity to start stripping her out of her clothes.

“May I?” I asked. But I impatiently began tugging at the waistband of her pants before she whispered, “Please do.”

I peeled her shiny spandex pants over her hips and down her thighs, gradually revealing her luscious caramel-colored skin. Beneath her leggings, she was wearing pale pink boyshorts that were sheer enough to offer a glimpse of the soft curls covering her mound. The delicate fabric was embroidered with rosy lipstick prints that called to me. I pressed my lips against each and every one, delivering soft, lingering kisses. While I busied myself between Lucy’s legs, Jason focused on freeing her from her blouse and bra. Her tunic top slipped easily over her head, revealing a delicate bralette that matched her enchanting panties. Just like the boyshorts, the bralette’s gossamer-thin material bordered on see-through.

By that point, I’d laid so many kisses along the crotch of Lucy’s panties — and flicked my tongue along her furrow so many times — the fabric had grown damp. It clung to her cleft, and the sight made my mouth water.

Tired of feeling fabric against my tongue, I decided to remove the panties from the equation. They slid over her hips and thighs easily. When they reached her ankles, I briefly considered using the stretchy garment as a makeshift restraint, but I dismissed the notion. We could get kinky on another day. For our first encounter, I simply wanted to go muff-diving.

I nestled my face between her thighs and trailed the tip of my nose along the sensitive creases where her thighs and pussy meet. Lucy sighed when I softly nibbled at one of her thighs. She smelled like a mix of vanilla body wash and musk, an alluring combination.

I kissed Lucy’s full pussy lips, then I sucked one into my mouth and tickled it with my tongue. After a few seconds, I released her labia from between my lips and showed the other side some love. But this time, I also began working my fingers lazily through her slit.

Sweet, slippery juice seeped from Lucy’s snatch, leaving her gash wet and ready for fun. I brushed my fingers up and down, smearing her nectar everywhere. With Lucy’s natural lube, my digits glided easily up and over her clit. I massaged her swollen bud with the pads of my fingers, drawing tight circles that made her legs twitch.

As I toyed with her clit, Jason lavished attention on her breasts. Caressing and kneading them, he easily coaxed her nipples into erect peaks.

Lucy sucked her lower lip between her teeth and leaned her head back against Jason’s chest, sighing sweetly.

I’d always thought Jason and I make a great team, but as we worked in tandem to pleasure Lucy, my suspicions were confirmed. We weren’t touching one another, but we were still in sync. Years of intimacy made it easy for us to communicate without words, and our lover would reap the benefits of our bond.

Years of swapping sex stories with Lucy made me well aware that she goes wild for a finger up her asshole. She’d told me having her pussy and backdoor full intensifies the pressure and pleasure for her. She’d never get an argument from me about that; I totally agreed with her.

But before I could plunge any fingers into Lucy’s asshole, I needed a little lube. Lucky for us, her pussy was still flowing like a faucet. I slid four fingers inside her cunt, sinking them in right up to my knuckles. I crooked my fingers, massaging the front wall of her pussy and making her gasp. I stroked Lucy’s G-spot for a bit, enjoying the way my ministrations made her legs quake. While I was at it, I leaned down and sucked her clit between my lips.

Excitable Lucy lifted her ass off the couch cushion, shoving her pussy hard against my face. Her desperate enthusiasm both amused and excited me.

Keeping my lips locked around her clit, I hummed, allowing the sound to create a buzzing sensation against Lucy’s sensitive button. That really drove her wild. Her legs thrashed on either side of me, and the soft, scratching sound of her nails scraping across the upholstery filled my ears. It was as if she was thrashing about and searching for something to grasp to anchor herself.

The next time Lucy’s ass rose in the air, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and snuck them around to knock on her backdoor. I rubbed my slick digits all over her asshole, making sure to transfer as much of her pussy juice to the puckered hole as I possibly could, then I sank a single finger inside her rear.

Lucy’s lengthy moan was sweet music to my ears. She was losing her mind already, and I wasn’t anywhere near finished with her yet. I still had one free hand and one free hole, after all.

Leaving one finger firmly fixed in Lucy’s asshole, I moved my other hand between her legs. When I pressed two fingers against her pussy, her entrance opened to me instantly. Just like before, my fingers slid inside easily. But this time, I could also feel the finger plundering her rear through the thin wall of flesh inside her.

Carefully and slowly, I moved my fingers in and out of her cunt. I gradually picked up speed. I was soon pistoning into her pussy hard, and the wet, smacking sound of my fingers rocketing in and out of her filled my ears.

As I continued to suck Lucy’s clit, I raised my gaze to see Jason pinching her nipples. She was grinding against my face, silently begging me to redouble my efforts. Of course, I obliged. I tapped the tip of my tongue against Lucy’s button as quickly as I could, laying down a satisfying beat. Her hips danced in time to the rhythm I set, moving up and down as I tap, tap, tapped away.

Like I had earlier, I crooked my fingers to massage Lucy’s G-spot. But this time, the act totally unraveled her. Her walls rippled around my fingers, her orgasmic spasms rhythmically clutching and releasing them until she grew so tight she practically forced them out of her.

My mouth was watering even more for her, so I lapped up the juice from her sloppy slit.

“Are you ready for dick, darling?” Jason asked.

Lucy was dazed and breathless from her climax, but she looked up at him and said, “Oh, yes.”

I untangled myself from her legs and dropped onto the floor. Jason stood to the side and stripped before once again taking a seat and pulling Lucy onto his lap. She had her back to him. It was a beautiful position, allowing me to see her pretty face wracked by rapture and her heaving tits. It also promised to give me unfettered access to her clit.

Jason curved the fingers of one hand over Lucy’s mound and parted her folds. His free arm hooked around her waist, providing just enough leverage to lift her, so he could impale her on his erection.

My eyes were locked on the site where their bodies connected. I stared intently as my husband’s dick disappeared inside my best friend’s pussy. It was truly surreal — but it was an experience I hoped to repeat.

Once Lucy’s pussy had swallowed his mammoth member, I crawled closer. Her cunt was stretched wide, and Jason repeatedly bounced his legs and pumped his hips upward. His cock rocketed in and out of her opening, and she gasped and mewled helplessly.

But before long, Lucy planted her feet on the floor to take control and ride Jason’s rod. That’s when I sensed an opportunity to enter the fray. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue along Jason’s cock and her tasty clit.

Lucy groaned and rested her hands on my head. She wound her fingers through my hair, holding me steady, while she continued to ride my husband’s dick.

It wasn’t lost on me that Jason’s balls rested just beneath my chin. That put his sac in the perfect spot for me to tease him. I alternated between tickling Lucy’s clit with my tongue and sucking on each of Jason’s nuts. Their combined moans egged me on.

But by then, my streaming pussy was begging for some loving. I laid one hand on Jason’s thigh to support myself, then I snuck the other between my legs and plunged three fingers inside my pussy. I rested the heel of my palm against my clit, providing just the right amount of pressure as I finger-fucked myself senseless and tongued Lucy to another climax.

Lost in a swirling world of pleasure, Lucy repeatedly tugged on my hair. It was as if she was trying to use her grip on me to keep herself grounded, while the world fell out from under her.

As Jason frantically fucked my best friend, I could tell he was roaring closer to his own climax. His balls had grown tight, a telltale sign he was seconds away from busting a nut.

Jason quickly lifted Lucy out of his lap, grabbed hold of his dick and pointed it at me as he jerked himself furiously. He ran his fist over his rod, using short, fast strokes, until come jetted from the tip and splashed my face. Some of his cream shot into my mouth, but some also dribbled down my cheeks and chin. I licked my lips to lap up as much as I could, but I knew I was covered with his sticky cream.

I looked up at my husband and smiled at the sight of his tousled hair and satisfied grin. That night, the reason for his expression was a bit different than usual. But I loved that we were able to share this experience — and my best girlfriend.

Jason took me by the hand and pulled me up onto the sofa between him and Lucy, who said it was my turn to be the center of attention.

Those were the words I’d been longing to hear, and I felt my cunt quiver in anticipation.

“Let me eat you, Heather,” my friend begged, and her pleading voice absolutely melted me.

They lay me down on the couch. Jason knelt on the cushion, allowing me to rest my head on one of his muscular thighs, and Lucy settled herself between my legs. For the first time in a long time, Jason was free to let his hands explore my body while someone else focused on pleasing my pussy.

As my husband stroked my breasts and toyed with my nipples, Lucy pulled out all the stops. She’d told me long ago that eating pussy is one of her favorite sex acts, and that night she seemed determined to show off her talent.

And make no mistake, Lucy is talented. Her lips and tongue displayed more agility than I ever thought possible. She licked me from my clit to my asshole, pausing to dip her tongue into my pussy hole on every pass.

At one point, she even wiggled her tongue inside my butt. I’d dabbled with fingers and plugs in the past, but never had anyone stuck their tongue up my ass! It was indeed an evening of firsts.

Lucy’s tongue was still probing my asshole when she briefly pressed her thumb against my clit, making me shiver. She soon traveled down my slit, as if collecting lubricant along the way, before diving inside my cunt.

As if searching for purchase, I grasped my own breasts firmly. I rolled my nipples under my palms until they pebbled, then I plucked at them mindlessly, pinching and pulling them over and over again.

I love playing with my boobs. Even when I’m masturbating, I find myself drawn to them. Manipulating my breasts, especially my nipples, tends to magnify whatever I’m feeling in my pussy.

That was especially true when Lucy stopped tongue-punching my ass to suck on my clit. While she made sure to replace the tongue in my ass with a finger, she moved up farther to draw my clit between her lips and massage it with her tongue.

While my best friend continued to feast on my sex, my husband’s strong, capable hands roamed all over my body. They swooped over my arms, shoulders, neck and torso, gently massaging all of the tension out of my muscles. It was pure bliss, having two people I hold so dear focused on satisfying my needs.

Jason knew when to touch me and when to hold back. He was clearly watching Lucy and I closely, careful to follow the ebb and flow of my pleasure. When my back arched and my tits pointed skyward — a sight too tempting for Jason to ignore — he moved my hands aside to grip my tits, giving each a subtle squeeze.

“Yes! More!” I demanded.

A greedy, hungry look lit my husband’s eyes. I’d asked for more, and he undoubtedly planned to provide it.

Jason trapped each of my nipples between his fingers and held them in his steely grip. He applied exactly the right amount of pressure, like his hands were custom nipple clamps designed for my tits and mine alone.

Lucy was also still tending to my pussy and delivering waves of utter bliss. That night may have been our first time together sexually, but Lucy’s instincts were spot on. She paid attention to my body’s reactions and tailored her lovemaking to feed my cravings as I rapidly edged closer to climaxing.

My breathing grew short and fast, making my chest rise and fall at a rapid pace — an outward tell that I was on the very edge of exploding with ecstasy.

“That’s it, Lucy,” Jason whispered hotly. “Make my wife come.”

Jason knew I was seconds from climaxing. He’d brought me there so many times himself; he was well aware of the signs.

Orgasmic pressure gradually built within me until I gasped loudly and tumbled into the abyss.

Even as I fell to pieces, Lucy never stopped licking my clit. She continued steering the ship, so my unrestrained pleasure continued. As I quaked climactically, she lapped up my copious juices from my quivering flesh, not leaving a single drop behind.

Lucy and Jason seemed to do everything in their power to maximize my pleasure every step of the way. They led me so far out of this world I felt like I’d touched the sun, then they held me close as I floated back down to Earth.

When I finally felt I could speak again, I looked at my two most favorite people and said, “I am one lucky woman.”

“Not as lucky as me,” Lucy replied, before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Lucy never did go back to her own apartment that night. The three of us now get together for more than dinner as often as we can manage it, and Jason and I are more than happy to have her — in every way possible.