My husband and I operate a business together, and through dedication and hard work we have been quite successful, to the point where we can both take some extra time off when we want to.

One luxury I now indulge in is leaving the office around lunch time on Fridays, to get an early start on the weekend. So I happened to be home on that Friday afternoon a few months ago, when I got a phone call from an old boyfriend who I hadn’t seen or heard from in more than 15 years, since I was 18 and just graduating high school. In fact, when he said, “This is John,” I didn’t realize who it was at first, until he told me his full name.

John and I had been inseparable for a brief time, even though pretty much all we did was go to school dances, and to the local movie house once a week. Then his family moved away, I went on to college and, in the way of such things, we lost touch.

It was exciting to hear from him now, after so many years had passed, and we ended up talking for over two hours. He explained that he had got my number from a mutual friend in our old home town, when he had passed through there the week before. He was only in our area until Monday, and was staying at a hotel near the airport, which was only 40 minutes away. He asked me if I thought I could meet him for drinks that night, or maybe for dinner, so we could catch up. I said that sounded really good, and that I would bring my husband. I thought he sounded a bit less enthusiastic after that, but he said that would be fine.

Lew, my husband, was not that enthusiastic either, as he had never even met John. He even suggested I go alone, but I said no, so he gave in and went with me.

We met John in the lounge of his hotel. I recognized him instantly; he looked just as I remembered, only older. He held me at arm’s length, looking me up and down saying what a fine-looking woman I still was. I’m five feet two and 106 pounds, with dark hair, brown eyes and a 34C-22-31 figure, and I do try to keep in shape. But I was pleased to hear him say, “You haven’t changed at all in 15 years, Harriet. You’re still as gorgeous as ever.”

As it happened, Lew and John hit it off like long-time friends, and when John went to the men’s room, Lew even told me he was glad I had talked him into coming along. Then he surprised me by asking if I’d had sex with John, back when he was my boyfriend. I told him no. I had been brought up in a sheltered environment, and it wasn’t until I got to college that I really started learning about sex, let alone experiencing it. Lew said he understood that, but he thought I might have let John feel me up, or something like that. “There’s something about the way he looks at you that makes me think he has touched you intimately somehow,” Lew said.

Well, okay, I told him, we did sometimes fool around a little bit in the balcony of the movie theater, but we never went very far. At that point John came back and I hastily changed the subject.

There were a few couples dancing to the juke box in the rear of the lounge, where the light was low, and at one point Lew asked me to dance. He held me tightly against him on the dance floor, and asked me what else I had done with John up in the balcony. I knew that Lew always got a kick out of hearing about whatever sexual adventures I’d had before I met him, so I put my head on his shoulder, with my mouth very close to his ear, and told him in a low voice how I had always worn a dress or a skirt to the movies, so that John could put his hand under them and finger my juicy pussy through my panties. Once or twice I had even taken my panties off in the ladies’ room of the theater, to make it easier for him. But that was as far as it went.

When we returned to the table, John asked me to dance as well. He held me in a respectable manner, but I had gotten aroused by what I had told Lew. Maybe it was the drinks I’d had, but I heard myself telling John that I had been thinking about the fun we used have up in the theater balcony, and now my panties were damp. He pulled me close then, so that I could feel his impressive erection pressing against my tummy. “I’ve been thinking about that too,” he said huskily. “See what it did to me.”

At that point I was beginning to wish that I had taken Lew’s suggestion and come alone, so that John and I might take up where we had left off all those years ago. But I put the thought out of my mind.

It was after 11 o’clock when we got back to the table, and I told my husband we’d better start home. “You know, I think we better get a room, honey,” Lew said. “Since neither of us is in any condition to drive anyplace.” I told him he was probably right, and John agreed. But when we inquired at the front desk we were told there were no more rooms available.

Lew’s first thought was for us to take a cab to another hotel, but at that point John spoke up, saying that the most sensible thing would be for us to stay in his room. There was already a folding hideaway bed in the closet of his room, and he said he would be glad to sleep on that, while Lew and I shared the king-size bed. We protested, saying we couldn’t possibly inconvenience him that way, but John insisted, saying it was the least he could do, since we had come all the way out there to meet him, and finally we said okay.

John’s room was quite spacious, even after he unfolded the hideaway bed, placing it against the far wall. Lew and I used the bathroom while he was doing that, and when John took his turn in there, we quickly stripped to our underwear and got into the large bed. John came out in just his shorts and turned off the lights, although the moonlight from outside kept the room from being completely dark.

When I saw John start to push his shorts down before getting into bed, I quickly turned my back to him, so that I was facing away from both him and Lew. I felt Lew wiggling around, and realized he was removing his own shorts. A moment later he was taking off my bra under the covers, and I felt his erection press against my ass as he started working my panties down. I said nothing, but let him take them off, and I heard him catch his breath as he discovered how hot and wet my pussy was. Moments later the head of his cock was between my slippery labia, teasing the entrance to my body. But to my surprise, he pulled away when I pushed myself back at him to take him inside me.

I could hardly believe my ears when I heard my husband say, “Hey, John, there’s a lot of empty space in this bed. Why don’t you join us? I think I’ve got more woman here than I can handle alone, so I could use a little help from you.”

Oh my God! I had been with two men a few times, but never with my husband being one of them. I love to fuck, and I tend to really get nasty and hold nothing back, especially when getting a man’s cock for the first time. So I was always a little worried that my husband would think I was really a dirty whore if I let another man ball me with him in the same room, let alone the same bed.

I turned to Lew then, whispering, “I can’t do him with you here, honey. I’m too self-conscious.”

Lew kissed me as tenderly as he’d ever kissed me. “Sure you can,” he told me. “And I know you want to. You can just call me Sam or Jack or something, if you want to pretend I’m someone else while we fuck you. Please do this for me,” he went on. “You know how I’ve always wanted to see you get it on with another man.”

Well, okay, I thought. If that’s how it is, I’ll go along with it, and damn the consequences. “Lew is right, John,” I said then. “There’s plenty of room for you here, and I’d really like the two of you to fuck me, and vice versa. Lew, honey, why don’t you turn on the bedside lamps, so we can all see one another.

John approached the bed cautiously, looking a bit unsure, until I turned the covers back, displaying my naked body. I could see his erection twitching and throbbing, and his eyes widened as he looked at my nude body stretched out on the white sheet. He lay down beside me then, embracing me as our lips met for the first time in 15 years. It was a long, tender yet passionate kiss that left me breathless.

I slid my hand slowly down between us to grasp his hard cock. What I wanted to do now was something I would never have dreamed about back in that theater balcony. I slid down in the bed, leaving a trail of wet kisses across his hairy chest and tummy and through his curly pubic hair, bypassing his incredibly hard cock to kiss and lick his low-hanging balls. I gave each egg-sized nut a couple of sucks before moving up to lick the precome oozing from his purple glans. His fluid had a tart, salty flavor, different from any other I’d ever tasted.

After I’d cleaned up his drippings, I opened my mouth to take his cockhead and a couple of inches of his shaft into my mouth, and as I did so I heard an audible gasp from both men. I could have easily taken him down to the root in one gulp, but instead I teased him, my head bobbing up and down, my mouth taking in only about a half-inch more with each stroke, until I had him all the way down my throat. I paused for a moment, then began face-fucking him slowly, licking him on the way down, and applying as much suction as I could on the way back up.

After a moment I felt two pairs of hands guiding me into a 69 position, and I made no resistance. I knew that one of Lew’s biggest fantasies was to watch another man eat me out, and I could almost feel his eyes on me as my pussy descended onto John’s waiting mouth. I assumed it was John’s hands holding my hips at the perfect height for him to orally worship my drooling snatch. His tongue darted into my pussy several times before he began licking and nibbling my swollen pussy lips, while avoiding my clit, which was beginning to throb with need. A minute later I felt my husband’s hands spreading the cheeks of my ass, shortly before his own hot tongue began drawing circles around my tingling asshole.

With this unexpected dual stimulation I momentarily lost my concentration, ceasing to suck on John’s dick even as I moaned around it. But I soon resumed, giving him the best head I knew how to give, slurping and slobbering on his cock like a wanton whore. Suddenly John cried out against my pussy and began spurting jet after jet of his delicious semen into my mouth and down my throat, just as I reached one of the most satisfying orgasms I could remember.

Temporarily sated, I settled back on the bed between the two men, who proceeded to caress my lust-swollen breasts. I kissed Lew first, then John, tasting the sharp flavor of my own pussy, which I found extremely arousing. I reached for John’s cock, and to my amazement found it already just as hard as before.

I glanced at Lew, who read my mind and nodded encouragingly, with a smile on his face. So I rolled over and straddled John’s body, guiding his cock to my entrance. A prolonged moan escaped my lips as I took his six thick inches of cock into my snug, slippery sheath.

“Is this what you wanted to see, honey?” I said breathlessly to my husband. “John’s cock is all the way up my cunt right now. If you move behind me you can watch it fucking me.”

Lew did move behind me, but I soon discovered that he was planning to do more than watch. I felt his hand on my back as he eased me forward until my breasts pressed against John’s chest. He then spread the cheeks of my ass with both hands, and I knew he was about to fuck me up my rectum.

Lew and I had anal intercourse more or less regularly, so I knew how pleasurable taking him that way could be; but I’d never experienced double penetration before, so I was just a little nervous about having two large cocks in my body at the same time. But I wasn’t about to protest.

Lew lubed my anus liberally with saliva before pressing the bulbous head of his cock firmly against the small puckered opening. I concentrated on relaxing my sphincter muscles, allowing his cockhead to breach the tight ring, after which he remained still long enough for me to adjust to being invaded back there. The look on John’s face told me this was a new experience for him as Lew slowly eased his entire seven-inch dick up my ass, until his balls and John’s were pressed together.

“Oh my God, Harriet!” John gasped out. “We’re both inside you now. I can feel his cock moving against mine!”

I could feel it too, and the sensation was incredible. It got even better when they began to fall into a rhythm, with one of them going into me as the other one withdrew. What followed was maybe four or five minutes of the most fabulously intense sexual activity I had ever experienced.

Our orgasms erupted in a kind of chain reaction. Lew exploded first, filling my bowels with warm cream, a split second before I climaxed, gushing joy juice and pushing John over the edge as well, as he fired his creamy load into my clasping cunt. Then we collapsed in a heap of arms, legs and bodies, our copious fluids mingling together.

I could write a short novel about how the three of us occupied ourselves from then until we parted on Monday morning, but suffice it to say that we did everything a woman and two men could possibly do together. Unfortunately, the three of us never managed to reunite, as John was unexpectedly killed in an auto accident soon afterwards. But I will never forget that one wonderful weekend we shared together.