I hit the hookup lottery.

I fucked a husband and his wife — separately — having no idea they even knew one another. It turns out two of my recent hookups are in an open marriage. Since we met on different nights and never discussed partners, they didn’t realize they’d been fucking the same person.

It came out about a month later. The couple was swapping stories when they realized they’d both slept with the same woman: me. I obviously wasn’t there to hear what was said, but it must have been good since they decided to seek me out.

I hadn’t exchanged numbers with either partner, but I first met both of them at the same bar near my apartment. I was easy to find.

It was at that bar that they both approached me. Jeff had this big smile when he asked if they could buy me a drink.

We sat in a booth away from the bar crowd. Looking nervous, Julie was the first to speak.

“Sorry to track you down like this, but we both really wanted to talk to you.” After a quick glance at Jeff, she continued. “We both had such a great time with you and… we want to fuck you again. Together.”

I took a sip of my drink before giving my answer. I was intrigued. After savoring the whiskey’s sharp sting on my tongue, I smiled and invited them back to my apartment.

Ten minutes later we were settled on my couch with glasses of wine. Not too keen on taking the lead, I decided to sit back and see what my partners had in mind.

Setting his wine down, Jeff moved behind the couch. He rested his hands on my shoulders, heating the muscles as he gently worked out knots I didn’t know I had.

While Jeff used his hands to make me melt into the couch, Julie crawled into my lap. She straddled my thighs, gently grinding her hips against me as she kissed and nipped at my lips. Jeff’s hands slid from my shoulders down the front of my shirt, parting the plunging V-neck to reveal my bra. The flimsy lace cups were next to go. Jeff slipped his hands beneath the fabric, curving his fingers to cradle my breasts.

Spreading his fingers to cover more surface area, Jeff trapped each nipple between his digits. Slowly, Jeff applied pressure to my nipples. What started as a subtle pinch gradually increased in intensity as my whole body shuddered with delight. Then Jeff started rubbing his fingers together, rolling my nipples between them. A jolt of electricity shot straight to my clit. Groaning, my hips rose off the couch in search of more friction.

Using her weight to force me back into my seat, Julie slid her hand from my lower back around to my front. She teased the tips of her fingers over the sensitive space where my thighs connect to my pelvis, making me shake. Sliding from my lap to the floor, Julie positioned herself between my legs. Not bothering to lift the hem of my skirt with her hands, she ducked her head beneath the fabric.

Seeing Julie sink to the floor excited me. While Jeff was an amazing fuck and Julie’s mouth could work magic. The first time we hooked up, Julie spent half the night between my legs. She fucking loved eating me out and I loved making her happy. I couldn’t believe the wide variety of orgasms she pulled from me even after I thought I was spent.

Kissing a path up my thighs, Julie paused to murmur her approval when she found I wasn’t wearing any underwear. She nuzzled her nose and breathed heavily while she pushed her hands against my thighs to open me wider. I slid further down in my seat, bringing my pussy to the very edge of the cushion. Using her lips, teeth, and tongue, Julie awakened every nerve between my legs. Never committing to a pattern, her haphazard rhythm kept me teetering on the edge. If Julie felt I’d grown too comfortable, she’d switch up the sequence, bringing me right back to the brink.

Meanwhile, Jeff’s attentions enhanced everything Julie did to me. When my thighs shook and twitched in response to Julie’s tongue-lashing, Jeff pinched my nipples, edging my pleasure with the tiniest bit of pain.

Jeff nuzzled my neck while he fondled my breasts, finding that sensitive spot just behind my earlobe. Soft kisses led to nibbles, then full-on biting. The harder his teeth grazed my skin, the more my hips bucked against his wife’s head.

Though my body was being worked over on the outside, I felt a nagging emptiness in my core. What started as a dull ache graduated to an insistent pulse. I needed to be filled.

But Julie seemed content to lap at me slowly, bringing me to the brink and back more times than I could count. Between Julie’s tongue on my pussy and Jeff’s fingertips on my breasts, I was drowning in sensation. They were completely focused on my pleasure, working together to drive me wild.

I was so overcome I couldn’t articulate what I wanted. Needed. Every time I opened my mouth to beg for Julie’s finger, nothing but moans would come out. After the third time it happened, I could feel Julie’s soft chuckle vibrating against my pussy lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she liked it.

I finally found my voice. “Ah! Fuck me! Finger-fuck me! Please!”

“The harder his teeth grazed my skin, the more my hips bucked against his wife’s head.”

There was that chuckle again, warming the inside of my thighs. Julie slipped one finger inside me, then two, all while licking my clit.

I sighed, my muscles relaxing into the cushions.

Just when I started to get comfortable and drift off into my own little drunken pleasure world, Julie upped the ante by adding two more fingers.

I felt stretched to the max.

Wiggling under Julie and Jeff’s combined weight, my hips bucked violently as I rode Julie’s hand to the finish. My limbs twitched and my skin tingled as I wavered on the edge of an orgasm. It felt like my body could explode from all the pent-up energy.

A thick blackness started creeping along the edge of my vision. My breaths grew shorter. Faster.

I screamed. My eyes slammed shut. I couldn’t see anymore, anyway. All I could do was feel. Then the world came rushing back. But I still I hungered for more.

Since my orgasm drained me, it took both Jeff and Julie to get me off the couch and onto my feet. Jeff stayed at my back, his hands reassuringly resting on my shoulders, while Julie held my hands and pulled me toward the bedroom. Since they’d both been in my bed previously, I didn’t have to tell them where to go, which was good because I couldn’t have spoken if I tried.

Once we were over the threshold, Julie and Jeff stripped off the rest of my clothes and then their own. Julie crawled onto the bed. She kneeled in the center, turning to watch as Jeff led me to meet her.

Still semi-delirious, I allowed Jeff to position me however he liked. When we reached the edge of the bed, he spun me to face him. Then he pushed me down onto the mattress, pulling my legs toward him so that they dangled over the side.

Once Jeff situated himself between my legs, Julie crawled over me so that she was kneeling over my head looking at Jeff. It was the perfect position for her to find her own pleasure while she watched her husband fuck me. Plus, now I got to return the favor of making Julie come with my mouth.

My first sweeping lick of Julie’s slit was interrupted by Jeff entering me.

I groaned.

Jeff pumped into me hard and fast, setting a punishing pace that almost made me forget to move my lips over Julie’s pussy.

Then Julie worked her hips, grinding against my mouth so that the sweet taste of her arousal coated my lips and seeped onto my tongue, unleashing a hunger that eclipsed my desire to come for the second time that day.

Focusing on Julie’s pleasure made it possible to push off my own. I hovered in an odd state of orgasmic limbo — so close to coming, but too distracted by my partner’s pleasure to hurdle over the edge. When the taste of Julie on my lips wasn’t enough, I plunged my tongue inside her, reveling in her strangled scream. Her walls pulsed around my tongue, squeezing me tight. Gripping Julie’s thighs, I lifted my head to increase her pussy’s pressure. I ran my tongue through her wildly with full, sloppy laps. She writhed above me, forcing herself into my face so hard I could barely breathe.

Then Jeff pressed his thumb to my clit and I nearly shot off the bed.

Grunts, gasps, screams. and moans echoed off my bedroom walls as we hurdled together toward completion.

The more I moaned, the more my lips twitched, magnifying my mouth’s movements over Julie’s pussy. The more my lips twitched against Julie, the louder she screamed. As Julie’s screams rose in volume, Jeff drove into me harder and faster. It was exhausting, amazing, and intoxicating.

Julie started to come first. She stopped moving her hips and clenched her thighs around my head to remain upright. Her leg muscles shook against my cheeks, allowing me to feel the force of Julie’s orgasm before it overtook her completely.

Then a rush of liquid shot from Julie’s core, seeping into my mouth and dripping down the sides of my face. The taste of her come sent me spiraling into my own orgasm.

My walls gripped Jeff’s dick, holding him hostage until both of us came apart. He gritted his teeth against the tight hold I had on him. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he took his final thrusts.

A deep, long grunt rattled off the walls. Digging his fingers into my hips, Jeff rode me through his release.

The three of us fucked for the rest of the night and well into the morning, tag-teaming so that it seemed like someone was always coming. This time they both asked for my number before heading home.

I can’t wait to hear from them.