Poppy’s eyes always shine bright when she talks about doing it with me and my buddy Paul. Whenever he comes in to visit, she gets visibly excited. I take no offense. After all, I was the one who initiated the whole thing way back when.

I like to watch her flutter around our home, getting the guest room ready, buying his favorite beer and trimming her pussy in that exact adorable landing strip he once admired.

When I got home from the airport with my best friend, it was a grand reunion. She leapt into my pal’s arms and then into mine as if to say, “We’re all here together again.”

I thought she was going to make dinner, but she surprised me — surprised us both, actually — by shrugging off her jeans and her sweater and immediately getting on her knees.

Poppy knelt between us and opened our pants. She cupped my balls in her warm hand. With the other, she grabbed Paul’s cock, which was already at attention, and pushed her mouth over the tip and down his shaft.

“I missed you guys,” he sighed. “Your wife gives the best head.”

“I know. You’re welcome here anytime.”

I watched her suck him, feeling the tug and pound of arousal in my veins and in my dick. After a few minutes, she switched her oral attention to me. She stroked my shaft as she sucked me and used her free hand to fondle Paul’s balls.

He groaned, and the animalistic sound fueled my arousal.

I could picture her body wedged between us, even as I watched her suck my cock. I imagined thrusting into her mouth, while he fucked her pussy from behind. I visualized her astride me — my cock fully ensconced in her warm wet cunt — as he fucked her ass. All of us a locked in tangle of limbs and sweaty flesh.

I almost came and had to reel myself back from the potent fantasies in my head. Mainly because those fantasies were about to become reality.

I pulled my cock from her willing mouth and stepped back to tell her, “Run upstairs and get on the bed.”

She looked at me, smiled brightly, and scampered up the steps naked with her red hair flying behind her.

“She looks like something out of a fairy tale,” Paul remarked.

“I know.”

When we joined her in the bedroom, she was bouncing on the edge of the mattress, like her excitement was too much to contain.

“How do you want me, boys?”

I looked at Paul, and he proposed, “Hands and knees. He takes the front; I take the rear.”

The suggestion seemed to work for her because she assumed the position in a blink. I got on the bed in front of her and stroked her long bangs out of her face. My cock was as hard as stone, and my free hand worked my shaft. I brought my cockhead to her bottom lip and traced it. She parted her lush lips and sucked the tip of me into her warm mouth.

I watched Paul push his fingers into her pussy from behind. He shut his eyes, relishing her slick wetness. I knew that sense of appreciation very well.

He pushed a second finger into her, and then locking his gaze with mine, he grabbed his cock and pushed it into my wife slow and steady.

In unison, we started to move. I thrust into her enthusiastic mouth as her tongue dragged along the underside of my shaft, while Paul began to pummel her pussy. When she sucked me, the sensation of her drawing on me was delicious.

I groaned with pleasure, stroked her hair, cupped the back of her head and fucked her mouth. She made that whimpering noise that always drives me nuts.

Paul groaned, too, and clutched her hips. He thrust into her repeatedly, his hard strokes driving her toward me and encouraging her to swallow my dick. Slutty and eager, she pushed back to take him over and over, the lean muscles in her shoulders and back flexing and tensing.

Poppy liked it hard and fast, and it was a joy to watch him fuck her exactly how she craved.

Paul licked his thumb, and I knew what he was going to do. I also knew it would drive her wild. He slowed the pace of his thrusting hips and stroked her lower back with his free hand. Then he wedged his wet thumb into her back hole as he reamed her pussy.

Throughout it all, her skilled tongue only wavered on my cock for a moment. But then she moaned, and that vibration of pleasure coursed through me.

Paul pushed his thumb harder and deeper, fucked her a little faster, and when Poppy came, she cried out around my cock.

I felt the urge to climax, but I manage to hold off and pulled out instead.

Paul followed suit, withdrawing from her slowly.

She groaned but looked excited for the next round.

I slid onto my back and patted my leg as I said, “Come sit on my lap, pretty girl.”

She moved quickly, eager to be filled with cock once more.

Her long legs hugged my thighs as she straddled me. She toyed with my cock and ran her fingertip over its tip. My dick jerked at her touch.

She sighed softly and sank her pussy down onto my shaft slowly, with her hands splayed on my bare chest.

I felt Paul’s weight settle on the bed. He gave her a few minutes to find her rhythm as she rode my cock. Then he closed in behind her. I didn’t need to see him to know he was pushing his juice-slickened cock into her rear hole. She gasped when he entered her. Then his hands settled on her hips, and he began to move.

Poppy took every thrust eagerly, her body sinking down onto mine as he fucked her. Her fingernails raked my skin, and her breath feathered down onto my face.

I reached up and grabbed her long hair, wrapping it around my fist. I tugged until she bent to kiss me, her tongue soft and warm against mine.

I felt him moving in and out of her, jostling her body. I felt his cock rubbing mine through a thin barrier of flesh as he thrust into my wife’s asshole.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered, thrusting up hard from beneath her.

“Yes,” she responded on a sigh.

Paul wrapped a hand around her throat as she leaned over me. He simply held her as he fucked her.

“Do you like me in your ass, Poppy? Do you like how it feels when we share you? When we’re both fucking you?” he whispered.

She was nodding and writhing crazily, her lithe body seeming not to know which way to go. But surrendering to her lust, she simply relaxed and went with the moment, being pushed and pulled between us as we took her.

Paul was leaning so far over her that I was able to see his face clearly — the intense look, the closed eyes, his mouth a tight line. He was going to shoot — soon.

I squeezed her hips and thrust up in a steady rhythm. Every time I plunged into her, she gasped. Every time he thrust, she groaned. Her sounds were a song of pleasure and excitement.

“I’m going to come, Poppy,” Paul warned. “I’ve missed you guys so much. Missed your pussy and your ass and sharing you with my best friend.”

My cock twitched as he talked. I was so close. So very close.

He moved faster, the quickness of his cock inside her pushing me closer to my own orgasm.

Then he groaned loudly, bucking against her and almost throwing her

off-balance.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he shouted. After a few moments, he pulled out of her, breathing deeply. He moved over and kissed her mouth. Then said to me, “Might I recommend the ass?”

He sat in the chair by the bed watching as Poppy rolled off me and got on her belly. She put her hand beneath her hips, so she could finger her clit while I plowed her. I climbed aboard and found her ass, agape and waiting for me. I slid in easily, Paul’s load easing my way.

“You’re full of his come,” I said because I knew it would turn her on to hear me say the words. She wriggled beneath me, and I knew she had to be fingering her button.

“It helps me slide in and out of your ass,” I told her.

Poppy moaned, and as she inched closer to coming, her ass grew tighter around me. She reared back toward me, grunting with effort and lust. It was so spectacular to be fucking her when she was beyond into it.

In the corner, Paul watched, his face intent and his cock starting to stir anew. We were going to have a hell of a visit, the three of us.

This was just the warm-up.

I eased out of her slowly to study the slick presence of his jizz on my cock. She mewled, moving her hips and seeking me out.

I brushed my fingers over her lower back and murmured, “Be patient, pet.”

“I want to come, baby. I want to come with your cock in my ass,” she beseeched.

I nearly lost it, and Paul exhaled sharply, shaking his head and smiling slightly.

“Brother, you’ve got to give the lady what she needs.”

So I did.

I tugged on her full hips, pulling her up so her ass was in the air, and she balanced herself on her forearms.

Her legs trembled, shaking adorably, as her hand resumed its busywork between her thighs.

She pushed herself back toward me, and I placed my cock at her asshole and advanced slowly.

Poppy sighed, and we started to move together. She forced herself back as I thrust into her deeply. I clutched her hips, gripping her possessively, as my best friend watched me fuck the hole he’d so recently occupied.

I exhaled slowly, trying to hold on until the very last moment. I was desperate to have her climax first.

Then Poppy made that noise she always makes before she comes. That breathy soft cry that makes the hair on the nape of my neck tingle.

“Baby, baby … just like that,” she begged.

I held the course, I fucked her hard and I held her tight. When she came, her body quivered around me, the velvety tunnel of her ass working my cock.

I lost my control and spilled into her, fucking her fast and hard as I climaxed.

I grew still, and my cock started to grow soft. I heard the sound of soft clapping coming from the corner of the room.

It was Paul. Always the jokester. Always the funnyman.

“Man, it’s good to see you guys again,” he said.

Poppy and I had to agree.