One winter night after work I decided to take a brief detour to enjoy a glass of wine before heading home.

I stopped at a small neighborhood spot and ordered my usual, then I chose a seat at the empty fireside bar.

When a couple sat beside me and started to make small talk, I was happy to join in their fun. As the conversation began to flow, they both moved closer to me, eventually splitting up so that one sat on my right and the other sat on my left.

Before long, our friendly conversation took a flirty turn. It started with a light brush of Lauren’s fingers over my arm that wound up straying ever so slightly to the side of my breast. Thinking I must have imagined it, I leaned into Lauren, at which point she boldly stroked her finger right over my nipple.

This definitely wasn’t the direction I’d imagined my night would go, but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

I let my legs fall open on the barstool, making my thigh press against Lauren’s. She scooted her seat even closer to mine so that the sides of our arms, hips, and thighs touched. It felt natural to sit like that with her — arms wound around one another, turned slightly so that we could still see Jason.

When Jason skimmed his hand over my thigh and brushed his thumb over the sensitive spot where my leg and hip connect, I knew I wouldn’t be going home alone as planned.

Sure enough, once we’d each drained the last of our drinks, Lauren suggested we continue our evening back at their apartment.

Once the door clicked shut behind us, all hints of propriety went out the window. Jason kissed my neck as he eased my jacket down my arms. After letting my coat fall to the floor, he set to work warming my newly exposed skin, erasing the goose bumps that cropped up after a single smoldering look from his wife.

Meanwhile, Lauren sank to her knees and settled at my feet. She unzipped my boots and helped me step out of them, then she rose up to my hips and popped the button on my pants.

Lauren looked up at me from beneath lowered lashes. She held my gaze while she eased the zipper on my slacks all the way down. A light tug on the waistband made the pants fall right down my legs.

We were still in the apartment’s entryway and, already, I was only half-dressed. Lauren’s mouth hovered over my mound. I could feel her hot breath fanning over me, permeating the flimsy fabric of my underwear to heat my pussy.

That’s the moment Jason’s hands found their way under my top. He stood behind me, holding my back to his chest while his hands swooped over my tummy and reached up to cup my breasts. He rocked his hips against my ass, and I could feel the bulge of his erection through his jeans. Even after he went still, I could feel him between my cheeks, easing his way into my crack.

When Jason gripped the hem of my blouse in his fists, I thought he would tear right through the fabric. Instead, my shirt went the way of my coat and pants. Jason whipped it over my head and tossed it over his shoulder, leaving me in nothing but my lacy pink bra and matching panties.

Lauren took my hand and rose to her full height. “I think it’s time we move this party to the bedroom,” she said.

She dropped my hand and walked toward the back of the apartment, leaving a trail of her own clothing as she went.

Jason followed behind us. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw that he’d shucked off his shirt as well. A light dusting of hair covered his chest, tapering off into a trail that pointed right down his pants. He met my eye and smiled, knowing he had caught me staring.

Feeling a blush beginning to bloom on my cheeks, I turned back to see Lauren burst through a set of French doors adorned with frosted glass. She bounded into the room, making straight for the massive bed that sat at its center.

Lauren jumped onto the mattress and crawled to the middle. We locked eyes as she reached around her back and released her bra clasp. Rather than tug the bit of lingerie off, she let the loosened straps fall down her arms, dragging the cups with them to slowly reveal her pink-tipped breasts.

“Come join me and I’ll help you with yours,” she said.

Lauren extended her hand to help me onto the elevated bed. She curved a hand over my ass and pulled me close, resting her cheek on my breast. Her hand snaked around my back and moved up my spine, stopping just beneath my shoulder blades.

Nimble fingers curled around my bra clasp and gave it a quick twist, making it pop open with ease. After that, the weight of my breasts and gravity did the rest. The bra fell right off, and Lauren was there waiting.

She palmed one of my breasts, squeezing lightly as she lifted my flesh closer to her lips, then she opened her mouth and drew my nipple inside.

While Lauren was busy playing with my breasts, Jason joined us on the bed. In the time it took his wife to remove my bra, Jason had removed all of his clothing. He came up behind me and brushed his hand over my shoulder to move my hair and reveal my neck.

Jason trailed warm, wet kisses all along the sensitive flesh. Then he nibbled at the delicate bit of skin located just behind my earlobe, and my whole body trembled.

With Jason holding me so close, the subtle motion was impossible to hide. The vibrations made it all the way to my ass, which happened to be pressed against Jason’s rock-solid cock. His fingers splayed over my thighs, digging into the thick muscle as he rocked his hips hard against my ass.

Jason’s voice rumbled in my ears. “Why don’t we all get more comfortable?”

Lauren removed her mouth from my breast long enough to help me over to the pile of pillows resting against the bed’s headboard. She kneeled alongside me and ran her hands over my rib cage and up to my chest.

“I love your breasts,” Lauren murmured as she gave them a squeeze. “They’re so full and perky.”

She punctuated the sentence by sucking my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the nub, licking and sucking until it grew hard.

While Lauren’s mouth worked over one nipple, her right hand went to the other. She pinched the bud between her pointer finger and thumb, applying just enough pressure to produce a light sting that resonated in my clit.

Then there was Jason. He kneeled between my legs, watching intently as his wife played with my tits. His hands skimmed up and down my legs, starting from the ankle and traveling all the way up to my hip. Each time he reached my thighs, he swooped down to the warm flesh on the inside, skirting closer to my pussy with every pass.

When Jason’s hand finally brushed over my clit, stars burst right before my eyes.

But he didn’t linger. His fingers kept on moving down into my slit. He opened his fingers wide, pulling my folds apart. Then he ran his hand down the center, using my juices to get his skin nice and slick.

Hand gliding along my lubricated pussy, Jason slipped back up to my clit. He pressed the tips of his fingers to the little bundle of nerves, circling my clit slowly.

My body melted under his touch. The initial shock of feeling his hand on my clit gave way to pure pleasure. He and Lauren worked in concert to get me off.

By now Lauren had extended her touch far beyond my breasts. Though her mouth remained firmly latched to a nipple, Lauren’s hands started to wander over my upper body. Her fingers skimmed over my skin, heightening my sensitivity to a point that even gently grazing over my arm made the pulse between my legs beat harder.

Lauren hovered over me, blocking my view of Jason so that I couldn’t see that he’d shifted positions. Suddenly the delicate touch of his fingers was replaced by something hot and thick.

He slid his shaft over my slit, coating himself with my arousal. The tip of his dick tapped against my clit, making my hips jerk beneath him.

Finally, Jason positioned himself right against my hole. He circled the tip of his dick, priming my pussy so that he could slip inside.

Jason entered me slowly, easing his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt. His fingers curled into my hips as he pulled me onto his lap, angling my body so that even a slight twitch of his dick made my pussy pulse.

Since Jason’s hands were otherwise occupied, Lauren took over the task of addressing my clit. Her pert nipples brushed against my abdomen as she bent over me, skating her fingers toward my bud.

Lauren’s fingers connected with my clit at the exact moment her husband’s dick pressed against my G spot. They moved in tandem, working together to make my moans turn into full-on screams.

Then Lauren managed to fit her mouth over my clit.

“Holy fuck!”

My scream echoed off the walls. The combination of Lauren’s tongue working my clit and Jason’s thick, long dick pumping inside my pussy was more than I could take.

My walls clamped down hard on Jason’s dick, holding him in place so that he would keep rubbing on my G spot. Soon the tightness in my pussy spread to my limbs. All of my muscles grew impossibly tense, and then, after a few gasping breaths, I fell over the edge.

Every bit of my body rippled and twitched as my orgasm rolled through me. That was very good news for Jason’s dick. My walls fluttered against his shaft, milking him until he exploded inside me, filling my pussy with hot come.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, taking a blissed-out break before indulging in another round.

When I left the following morning, I had two new phone numbers saved in my cell and plans to meet them both for drinks the following night.