Although I never actually had the pleasure of dating Kate in college, she and I had always been close friends. I often wondered what it would be like to make love to her — a beautiful, blue-eyed bombshell — but I just never got the chance. It seemed that I was always involved with someone else.

After graduation, Kate moved to France. We called each other on holidays, but it wasn’t the same. I forgot to invite her to my wedding until it was too late and she couldn’t make it.

I had fallen in love with Janey, a wonderful woman I had met while teaching at the university. She is everything a man dreams about — a tan, athletic, blonde beach goddess. We fell in love, and she followed me back to New York, where we got married a few months later.

Two weeks ago, I received a call from Kate congratulating me on my marriage. She was going to be in New York for the weekend and wanted to meet Janey. At first I thought Janey might be a little jealous. I was always talking about Kate and the good times we had had in college. I even have a picture of Kate in my office — but Janey understands that we were just friends. Still, I worried that Kate’s visit might cause a little friction.

My worries were over the moment I told my wife the news. She was as excited as I was! She started thinking of things the three of us could do together.

Kate arrived in town early Friday morning and that evening came for dinner. One look at her brought a flood of happy mem9ries. She was wearing a short, snug, strapless black dress with stockings and heels to match. Her curly black hair tumbled gently over her bare shoulders. I greeted her with a warm hug. She had brought a dozen roses for Janey and a bottle of bourbon for me.

After giving her the ten-cent tour of our studio apartment, we had a drink and headed out to dinner. To my delight, Janey and Kate really hit it off. Over coffee and dessert, Kate began telling Janey about my collegiate escapades. It seems that almost every girl I slept with during college had shared the intimate details with Kate! I felt that I should be embarrassed, but in fact I was quite aroused. The girl I used to fantasize about had knowledge of my most intimate moments! I was getting really horny.

Janey seemed to share my excitement. I could see the big brown nipples of her braless breasts swelling against her blouse. Her dark-brown eyes looked dreamy, like they do when we make love. She too was obviously captivated by Kate’s charm.

Dinner over, I suggested we call it a night. It was getting late, and I wanted to get home and make love to Janey. We all climbed into a taxi and dropped Kate off at her hotel. Kate gave us each a kiss on the cheek.

When we got back to our apartment, Janey and I made love with pure animal passion. It was hot and it was dirty. We both just wanted to come. And as I pumped my wife, I couldn’t help but think of Kate. I imagined it was her pussy that my cock was plowing with such animalistic fervor.

Later, before drifting off to sleep, Janey asked me why I hadn’t invited Kate to stay with us. I told her that I’d assumed she would disapprove. My wife assured me that she would not and then insisted I have Kate spend the following night on our sofa bed.

The next morning, we met Kate at her hotel. She looked so hot, in black leather boots that came to her knees, black stockings and a black leather miniskirt short enough to reveal that she was wearing garters. On top she had on a white blouse and a brown suede jacket. In contrast, Janey looked her sexiest in a baggy pink sweater that let her breasts bounce around plafully. As usual, she wore no bra. Looking at her ass through the thin white skirt she wore, I noticed that she had not even bothered to wear panties. It was only ten o’clock, and I was horny again!

My wife gave Kate a hug and told her how fabulous she looked. Kate returned the compliment. I just stood there, my cock as hard as a rock, as I stared at these two lovely women.

We left the hotel and did all those touristy things you do when friends come to visit New York. All I could think about was sex. I knew, however, that there would be no relief for me that night. I was sure that Janey would not want to fool around with Kate in the apartment.

By four o’clock all three of us were tired, so we decided to go home and rest before dinner. At the apartment I grabbed a beer and plopped onto the couch. Janey went into the bedroom, saying she felt like a nap. Kate decided to join her. Meanwhile, I  flipped on the television in the hope of getting my mind off fucking and sucking.

I had been watching some old Western for maybe ten minutes when I heard Janey giggle. Curious, I got up from the couch and went to the bedroom. Kate was lying on her side and gently running her hand over Janey’s thigh under her dress! I just stood there in openmouthed surprise. Kate got bolder, exploring my wife’s body as I would during foreplay. Janey’s giggles had become soft sighs of pleasure. I could see by the movements of Kate’s arm that she was now. working Janey’s sweet little pussy. Suddenly she leaned over and kissed my wife. The two embraced, kissing passionately.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I removed my jeans and started to stroke my stiff dick as I watched Kate and Janey quickly stripped each other naked. I was incredibly turned on. I had always dreamed of making love with two women.

Janey, seeing me in the doorway, smiled and said, “Come here, darling. Join us, won’t you please?”

Kate had a big smile on her face.

“Come on, Sam,” she said. “I’ve never known you to be shy.”

With that, climbed onto the bed. Kate told Janey to get up on all fours, which she did without question. Kate then said, “Now, fuck her good.”

“I’ll try and do my best,” I replied. As I slid my throbbing hard-on into my wife, she groaned. Kate maneuvered herself around in front of Janey.

She ran her hand through Janey’s hair as she pulled my wife’s lips to her full breasts. Janey began feverishly licking and sucking Kate’s pink nipples. It was an incredible turn-on to see my own wife sucking another woman’s breasts, but I managed to keep my rhythm nice and slow.

“That’s good,” purred Kate. “Do you want to eat my pussy?”

“Yes, oh, please, yes,” Janey gasped. She buried her head in Kate’s black bush.

It was too much. The sound of Kate moaning as Janey lapped at her pussy pushed me over the edge. Kate smiled at me as I filled Janey’s pussy with my come.

I fell back, exhausted, and watched Kate roll Janey over onto her back. She began sucking the come right out of her and licking her clean. On the other end, Janey had grabbed hold of Kate’s buttocks and was teasing Kate’s clit with her tongue. Sudenly Janey shrieked, jerked her head up and buried it in Kate’s ass.

Satisfied, Janey now concentrated on Kate, and I decided to help out. While Janey diligently worked on Kate’s pussy, I crawled around and began nibbling on Kate’s terrific ass. As I kissed her taut ass, Janey kissed her tender pussy. It wasn’t long before Kate groaned, her body twitching as she came.

Later that night, after dinner, I had the chance to make love to Kate. With my wife watching and urging us on, we celebrated our close friendship with a joyful fuck. It was heaven.