I am a divorced woman in my mid-30s. Carl and I had been friends since we were kids, but it had been years since we had spent any significant time together.

There had always been some unspoken sexual tension between us, and I had heard from more than one mutual friend that he had spent a good portion of his younger years lusting for my firm, athletic body. But now that he was married, and a father of three, all that seemed long ago, even though I still found his dark eyes and playful grin sexy and exciting.

Then one evening last December, just a few days before Christmas, it became obvious to both of us that the sexual tension wasn’t entirely forgotten. I had been invited to his house for dinner, and after the meal Carl and I lingered at the table while May, his wife, set about putting their kids to bed. As we heard her bustling around upstairs, Carl suddenly leaned forward and ran his hand up my thigh under my dress.

“You know how much I’d love to get my hands on that pussy?” he whispered.

I had drunk a liberal amount of wine with dinner, and although his sudden boldness surprised me, I also found it arousing.

“Then what’s stopping you?” I teased, inching closer to him and letting his fingertips graze what he was craving through my panties.

With his free hand, he pointed upward, indicating that what was stopping him was the presence of his wife.

“I wish I could,” he replied with longing. “There would be no better Christmas present than being able to get you naked and have my way with you.” His eyes burned into mine, and then he added, half-jokingly, “Well, except maybe getting May naked too, and having both of you at once!”

At that point May, having settled the kids, came downstairs and went into the living room, calling for us to join her. I could see her from the dining room as she sat down on the couch. Even after three kids, May still looked terrific; perhaps a bit curvier and fuller-breasted than when we had known each other in high school, but all that did was make her look sexier.

It was at that point that I formed my diabolical plan. I leaned forward even further, my crotch pressing harder against Carl’s hand as his thumb stroked me tentatively through the thin cloth. Then I brought my lips to his ear and whispered, “Merry Christmas, honey.”

I stood up then, grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine, and headed into the living room, leaving Carl at the table, watching me quizzically. I sat down beside May, set the glasses on the coffee table and poured us both some of the wine. I knew from previous conversations with May and Carl that May was at least curious about being with another woman, so I was pretty sure that the advance I was planning wouldn’t be met with utter shock. However, I had never attempted to hit on another woman before. I finally decided on the direct approach.

I leaned over toward May and asked in a low voice, “How would you feel if I came on to you right now?”

May stared at me, obviously taken aback. “I — uh — I don’t — I don’t know,” she stammered, her face flushing. But she didn’t scream, or even move away.

“Well,” I said, “if you get uncomfortable with anything I’m doing, just tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

May nodded slowly, and with that I began my first seduction of a woman, under Carl’s amazed but attentive gaze.

Kneeling on the couch beside her, I began by slowly kissing and licking at her ear, feeling her soft skin against my lips and tongue as I slid them down to her neck. From her soft sighs, I could tell that, so far, she wasn’t unhappy with what I was doing. Encouraged, I went further, placing my hands on her shoulders and moving them to her full breasts, caressing them and running my fingers over her now erect nipples. I let my mouth follow my hands, running my tongue from her neck, along her collarbone, down to her cleavage. I slipped my hands beneath her shirt and began pulling it up to allow me better access to her tits. She accommodated me by lifting her arms above her head so I could remove her top completely. I continued to run my tongue along the curve of her breasts as I reached behind her, undid her bra and slid it off. Cupping her tits in my hands, I brought each one to my mouth in turn, tonguing and sucking her nipples as I did so. May moaned softly beneath me, and I could feel myself getting wetter as I realized how hot I was making her. But May and I weren’t the only ones getting turned on. I caught sight of Carl out of the corner of my eye. He had not moved from his vantage point in the other room, but I could see that the bulge in his pants was getting significantly bigger, and that his mouth was gaping open as he watched. He seemed to be almost drooling.

Not wanting to obscure his view, I readjusted my position, sliding off the couch and kneeling on the floor between May’s legs. I continued to explore her body with my lips and tongue, moving from her tits to her stomach, and down to the waistband of her jeans. As I undid the buttons there she raised her hips so that I could slide the jeans down her thighs. I could almost feel the heat of her pussy emanating from behind her panties. I bent forward and slid my tongue along the edge of her underwear teasingly, caressing her clit with my fingers as I did. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I pulled down her panties, buried my face in her pussy and began eating her out with reckless abandon.

As my tongue probed and licked at May’s sopping cunt she moaned more and more loudly, grinding her crotch into my face. I moved my focus to her clit and did my best to make her come. After a minute she stiffened and cried out, and I felt the gush of her moisture against my face. I stopped licking her then, but continued to kiss her thighs and her crotch, until I felt her hand stroking my head, and heard her voice saying, “I think it should be your turn now, Barbara.”

Not wanting to be an inconsiderate guest, I obediently stood up in front of May and let her undress me. Once I was completely naked, May stood up herself and had me sit down on the couch in her place. Now it was her turn to do the exploring. After a few minutes of passionate French-kissing, May began her tour of my body, running her tongue down my neck, then over my breasts and my hard nipples, down to my stomach. She hesitated only briefly before diving into my now drenched pussy, sending a series of electric shocks through my body as she enthusiastically tongued me. From my new position I could see Carl watching us. He seemed frozen in place as he watched May go down on me, but the sight of his wife’s face buried in my cunt now spurred him into action. He stood up and walked toward us, undoing his jeans as he came. When he reached us he immediately dropped to his knees and stuck his rock-hard cock into his wife’s still dripping cunt.

May moaned as he began to pump her from behind, but she never stopped licking and sucking my pussy. Between the motion of May’s tongue and the live sex show going on in front of me, I had to fight hard not to come right away. But I still had one more part of Carl’s present to give him. I reached down and stroked May’s hair.

“You know,” I whispered in her ear, “I would really love to eat you out while Carl fucked me. Would that be okay with you?”

May looked up at me with a sly smile on her face. “You dirty girl!” she teased.

She then rocked backward onto Carl’s lap, leaned her head back and whispered something to him in turn. By the expression on his face, I could tell that she had just shared my request with him, and that he was more than willing to comply. May and I quickly changed positions, pausing only briefly so that I could suck on her luscious breasts again. I got onto my hands and knees and, for the second time that evening, plunged my tongue into May’s wet pussy. I felt Carl stroke my ass, then slip the head of his cock inside me.

“Oh my God! You are so tight!” he moaned. “You feel like a virgin!”

He pushed himself deeper inside me, and then began to pump with rhythmic fury. I couldn’t believe what a talented lover Carl was! With every thrust he brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I tried to do the same for May by tonguing her clit with the same fervor with which Carl was fucking me. Then he suddenly grabbed hold of my tits and thrust himself deep inside me, blowing his load as he did.

The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned with pleasure into May’s cunt as I spasmed repeatedly.

After Carl pulled out he moved up beside me, and the two of us began taking turns eating out his wife. After a few minutes I could see that he was getting hard again, and I moved onto the couch beside May, which allowed him to stick his cock into her. I licked her clit as his dick went in and out of her, and under this double stimulation it did not take long for May to have a second glorious orgasm.

Having achieved my goal, I picked up my long-abandoned glass of wine and returned to the dining room. I sat down at the table, sipped my wine and savored that thoroughly fucked feeling that follows a particularly good sexual encounter. After a few minutes Carl and May came in to join me. Carl leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you, Barbara,” he whispered. “That was the best Christmas present ever!”

— B.L., Wheeling, West Virginia