Al and I had not seen Ira for four years before he came back to town to attend a wedding.

He and Al had grown up together, and the three of us were the best of friends. But for some reason, soon after Al and I were married, I started to develop an intense crush on Ira, along with a burning desire to have sex with him.

I got my chance one night when Ira stayed over at our place after a party, and my husband passed out. I simply went into the guest room where Ira was and took off my clothes. He was just drunk enough to grab the opportunity, though not too drunk to fuck. It was very quick, but it was the hottest sex of my life, and I found myself coming again and again.

Ira moved away shortly after that, and I thought I’d gotten away with it. His new job was located halfway across the country, and as I said, we didn’t see him for four years. When he came back for his friend’s wedding he contacted Al, and they made plans for the three of us to get together.

As soon as I saw Ira again I knew my feelings hadn’t changed. He made my panties wet, but I knew I had to control myself in front of my husband. We bought some beer and drove out to the lake, where Al and I had often fucked before we were married. We sat in the car for awhile, talking about old times, until I told Al I needed to pee. He let me out of the car, and I walked over to a clump of bushes and relieved myself.

I was just pulling my panties up when Al came up to me. He reached out to feel my pussy, finding it very wet and slick. He looked at me in the moonlight and said quietly, “You want to fuck Ira again, don’t you?”

I was taken aback. “What?” I said. “What are you talking about?”

“You think I don’t know?” Al said. “Do you know how often you call me ‘Ira’ when we’re fucking? ‘Fuck me, Ira, fuck me!’ Sometimes you say it in your sleep. Besides, I saw you when you came back to our room that night, when you thought I was still out. Damn, I could just smell the sex on you.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I was surprised that he didn’t seem really angry. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said at last. “It just makes me horny being near him, and there isn’t anything I can do about it.”

He hugged me then and told me it was okay. Then he said, “Would you like to get in the back seat with him now for a little while?”

I stared at him. “But what about you?” I asked

He shrugged. “I’ll just sit up front and drink my beer. I think it would be really hot to listen to you two get it on. Just drop any clothing you take off over onto the front seat, so I’ll know how much of you he’s enjoying. Okay?”

I just looked at him for a few moments, then gave him a quick kiss and told him I loved him. I then went back to the car, opened the passenger door and told Ira to get into the back seat. He looked kind of confused, but did as I asked, then looked surprised when I climbed in behind him. “What’s going on?” he asked me.

I told him Al knew about that night, and that he was willing to share me for a little while. “But he wants to sit in front,” I whispered. “He thinks it will be hot to listen to us.”

Ira was grinning broadly. “Hell, I don’t care. Let him listen, let him watch if he wants to. I’m just glad to be able to fuck you again.”

Al slid into the driver’s seat a moment later, as Ira and I were passionately embracing. There wasn’t a lot of room back there, and Ira suggested we just take our clothes off. I slid my skirt off and dropped it over onto the front seat, followed by my hose and garter belt, and then my wet panties. I started to lie back across the seat, but Ira whispered, “Take it all off. I want you naked this time.” So my blouse and bra were soon on the front seat next to my husband.

Ira reached out to fondle my tits briefly, then told me to lie down. He was on me in a flash the moment my back hit the seat. I was wet and ready, so his cock slid easily inside me. It was longer and thicker than my husband’s, and I’d never known a harder one. When it was all the way in he held still for several moments, as if savoring the sensation, then started thrusting urgently as I braced my feet, arching my hips to meet his strokes. It was a quick, lustful coupling, lasting about a minute before he groaned as his hot jism spewed uncontrollably into my cunt, long before I could reach my climax.

He collapsed on top of me, supporting part of his weight on his elbows while his cock began to shrink inside me. He began fondling my breasts and nipples. “God, you have great boobs!” he whispered.

“Thank you,” I said in a normal voice, to make sure Al could hear me. “My husband likes them.”

“And such a tight pussy,” Ira said, and I squeezed my cunt around him in response. “Christ, I think it’s the tightest I’ve ever had my cock in. I’m already getting hard inside you, and I want to fuck you again.”

“Do it,” I moaned. “Come on, do it to me!”

This time he really pounded me good, and for a longer time, bringing me to a powerful orgasm that had me screaming like an animal. He paused until my spasms ended, then continued fucking me for another five or six minutes before getting us off together.

We lay joined together until he slipped out of me, and as we sat up in the seat he asked Al to hand us a beer. It felt strange to be sitting there naked with another man, drinking beer and fondling each other while he carried on a conversation with my husband about how sexy I was and how great it was to fuck me.

Husband or not, both Ira and I were soon aroused again and ready for more. Then I was on my back again, with Ira between my open thighs, driving his rampant erection rapidly in and out of my cunt while my husband looked on. Having already come twice, Ira was now able to fuck me for what seemed like forever, and Al got to see me having no less than seven explosive climaxes that had me rattling the car windows with my screams while drenching the seat with my joy juice.

He fucked me so long that my legs began to ache, and I was almost relieved when he gasped out that he couldn’t hold out any longer. A few strokes later he froze with his dick deep inside me, then released blast after blast of sperm into my contracting pussy as I came helplessly one last time.

It was two or three minutes before either of us could move. Ira finally sat up and began to pull on his clothes, while I just continued to lie as I was, stark naked, with Ira’s come running out of my pussy. Ira then extended his right hand over the back of the seat to Al, who met it with his. “Hope you enjoyed yourself, buddy,” Al said as the two shook hands, and Ira assured him that he’d had the time of his life.