My friend Lynnette and I were out together for drinks one evening.

We’d been talking about Lynnette’s upcoming wedding, only a few months away, when she said she was thinking of having one last fling before tying the knot.

We’d been best friends since college, and would do just about anything for each other. It was in that spirit that I asked Lynnette if, as an early wedding gift, she’d like to have that last fling with my husband, Dave.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Come on, Lynnette. You’ve always had a thing for Dave. He’d love to fuck you. And I’d love to watch him fuck you.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” said Lynnette, “but yes, I’d love to have my last fling with Dave.”

I knew my husband would never pass up the opportunity to fuck my beautiful best friend. When I approached him about it he was surprised, but not half as surprised as he was by my next suggestion. I wanted Lynnette’s last fling to be extraspecial, one that she would remember for a long time. One of my fantasies was to be with a woman — and I couldn’t think of a more beautiful woman to experience my first time with than Lynnette. Dave was all for it.

Lynnette’s fiance was out of town on business for the weekend on this memorable night. After a few drinks, Dave stood up in front of us and took off his clothes. Lynnette’s eyes filled with excitement at the sight of Dave’s big beautiful cock. She looked even more pleased when I took off my clothes and informed her that I too was going to be a part of her last fling.

We peeled off Lynnette’s clothes and sat on each side of her on the sofa. We took turns kissing her and cupping her 36DD tits and kneading her large, hard nipples. Then we each took a nipple into our mouths and raked our fingers through her soft pussy hair.

Lynnette moved from the sofa to the floor, where she lay on her back. As Dave knelt between her legs and licked her pussy, Lynnette had me squat over her face, facing Dave. Parting my ass cheeks, she swabbed my bottom with her tongue while I watched Dave devour her pussy. Lynnette switched to my pussy, and within minutes we both were crying out as Lynnette came on Dave’s tongue and I came on Lynnette’s.

From the living room we headed to the bedroom, where Lynnette’s last fling continued for the rest of the weekend. While all along it had been Dave’s and my intention to give Lynnette an early wedding gift for her to remember, it ended up being a gift that the three of us will cherish forever.