Good things come in threes to this sexy vixen who has a penchant for playing with both men and women.

No one likes going to the dentist. Confined to that chair — unable to speak — is the worst. However, there is one thing that used to make my biannual cleaning tolerable — almost look-forward-to-able — and that was Todd, the dental hygienist.

He was super-cute, with sandy hair, dimples and chiseled biceps that tested the limits of his scrubs. Plus, he always greeted me with a smile and some flirtatious banter, which put me at ease — and dampened my panties. My clit would throb a steady beat, and I’d wonder if it was possible to come from only the vibrations of the professional electric toothbrush. Dental appointments would often be followed by nights at home fantasizing about other kinds of oral attentions he might bestow upon me, though the focus would be on his mouth, not mine. That’s why I was so disappointed to discover on one of my visits that he was wearing a wedding ring.

“When did you get hitched?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t betray my feelings. I must not have done a good job because he said it had been a few months, but that I shouldn’t worry, I was still his favorite patient. I smiled weakly, but my grin widened when he asked what I was doing the following Saturday. “Nothing,” I practically stammered, my hopes — and my arousal — once again on the rise.

“Kristi and I are having a barbecue. You should come,” he said before telling me to open wide. No, this wasn’t quite the invitation I’d been hoping for, but I nodded my acceptance. As he got to work, I imagined his cock sliding between my lips, instead of the shiny tool. Why should I care that his marital status had changed? I could still have my fantasies. Little did I know then that he didn’t care either, and neither did his wife.

When I arrived at their house a few days later, I was surprised to find I was the only guest; I had assumed the event would be a party. Todd was in the backyard grilling, and it wasn’t until we’d eaten that I learned the real reason why I’d been invited. Kristi, whom I’d found to be as warm and flirty as her husband, was a bombshell, with long auburn hair and a Pilates-instructor’s body. She sat close to me on their living-room couch as Todd did the dishes in the kitchen.

“We have a proposition for you,” she started, and I easily sussed where this was going. My body did, too, and I began firing on all cylinders, my nipples hardening and my cunt moistening. I glanced over as Todd re-joined us, and he smiled at me, displaying the dimples that had first attracted me to him. I looked back to Kristi as she finished her erotic proposal and nodded with vigor. How could I refuse such an offer? Leaning even closer, she placed a hand on one of my thighs and whispered in my ear, “You won’t regret this.” Her words hung in the air as she pressed her lips to mine.

I opened my mouth slightly, and she sought out my tongue as Todd sat down on my other side. Reaching around my body, he cupped my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers zeroing in on the rigid, sensitive tips. I leaned into his embrace as he nuzzled the nape of my neck, and Kristi’s kisses grew more frenzied as her hands moved to my waistband to make quick work of my fly. I raised my ass so she could pull off my jeans, taking my juice-soaked thong with them. When Kristi slid to the floor by my feet and repositioned my body so that I faced her, I heard Todd release a guttural groan. With a hand on each of my knees, Kristi spread my thighs wide and lowered her face to my cunt. After peeling back my outer labia with her fingers, she dragged her tongue over the delicate inner petals. Now I was the one who was moaning, a sound that was soon muffled when Todd turned my face to him and kissed me. As he sucked at my tongue, I pawed at his lap blindly until I found his prominent bulge. I kneaded his erection, feeling his shaft throbbing through his jeans, until he pushed my hand away to pop open his button fly. A moment later, my fingers were wrapped around his hard, thick cock, and now I really felt the pulsations.

The subject of so many of my fantasies was even bigger than I had imagined, and I stroked my fist over his length, able to feel every vein in bas-relief. Reaching the tip, I thumbed the crown, massaging a droplet of pre-come into his flesh. When I broke our kiss so that I could suck his fluids from my fingers, Todd rose to his knees, which brought his unrelenting hard-on level with my face.

Extending my tongue, I lapped up a sticky pearl that clung to his tip, and another drop of fluid immediately replaced it. The way this was going I could be licking his cockhead all day, so to expedite things I opened wide — as I had done for him so many times before — and took his entire knob in my mouth. Todd grunted as I tightened my lips around the ridge at its bottom and then kept my grip firm as I traveled downward. I swallowed him all the way to the root, until my nose brushed against his wiry pubic curls.

As though they had planned it, Kristi pressed her tongue against my clit as I reached deep-throat status. I cried out — or at least I would have if there hadn’t been a dick in my mouth. Instead, my erotic noises were muted, and Todd threaded his fingers through my hair as an orgasm began stirring inside me. Meanwhile, Kristi stoked the fire she’d ignited by wrapping her lips around my button and giving it a fierce suck.

My belly fluttered as the rest of my body went taut. I convulsed through my climax, flooding Kristi’s mouth with copious juices that she swallowed gamely while continuing to worry my clitoris with her tongue. I heard grunting above me as my tightened lips massaged Todd’s bone. The tongue laving my pussy gently decelerated, leaving me no choice but to float back to Earth.

As my breath rate returned to normal, Todd relaxed his grip on me, and I resumed bobbing on his dick. He let me slurp on his shaft for another moment or two, and then he pulled himself from my lips and flipped me onto my hands and knees as his wife reclaimed her seat on the couch. My cunt was perfectly positioned for rear entry, and I was facing the juncture between my hostess’s legs. She’d already hiked up her skirt, revealing that she was pantyless. As her husband lined up his cockhead with my pussy, I lowered my face to the pink flesh between Kristi’s thighs.

I swiped my tongue over her slippery folds. She was writhing rhythmically beneath me, and from behind, I heard Todd murmur his appreciation of my efforts. He still hadn’t penetrated me, choosing instead to watch as I ate his wife. However, I could feel his cock nudging my nether lips.

Wanting to do something more for my hostess, I slipped one finger inside her and began stroking in and out. Her breath whistled as she sucked it through her teeth, and her body quaked. Kristi’s pleasure escalated quickly, and Todd’s patience waned nearly as fast. He began penetrating me, gradually stretching me wide enough to accommodate his girth. I sucked harder at Kristi’s cunt as Todd impaled me on his dick. He delivered a seemingly incessant series of short jabs that thrilled me to the core and nudged me against his wife’s crotch.

Kristi panted loudly as my chin bumped her sex. There was also panting from behind me as Todd’s pelvis crashed against me. He reached spots inside me that hadn’t been stimulated in a very long time, and I felt my second orgasm of the night sparking to life. However, Kristi reached her finish line first, her muscles constricting around my finger as I huffed and puffed against her clit. She squealed, once again capturing Todd’s attention, and I felt his shaft swell inside me a split second before he filled me with his cream.

His essence poured into my pussy while my face was glossed with Kristi’s juices. When I reached my own peak, my mouth opened in a silent scream. Kristi reached down and caressed my face as I shivered through a few final tremors. After the three of us disengaged, we sat on the couch breathing hard. When I could speak, I thanked my hosts for a sensuous time and then left, not wanting to wear out my welcome.

I shouldn’t have been concerned, because I received another invitation a few weeks later, and then again a few weeks after that. Saturday night threesomes became a regular thing until Kristi’s new job forced them to move to another city. My weekends — and dental cleanings — instantly became considerably less fun. However, I met my current boyfriend, Russell, around the same time, and thanks to that distraction, my nights with Todd and Kristi faded to nothing but happy memories and masturbation fodder …  that is, until I once again craved a woman’s touch.

The need grew so strong that I felt I had no choice but to confess to my boyfriend. I wasn’t surprised when he enthusiastically agreed to a threesome. What guy doesn’t fantasize about getting it on with two chicks at the same time? And I already had a chick in mind: my friend Jessica, who often found ways to tell me how hot she thought Russell was. In addition, there had always been more than a hint of sexual tension between us, so this seemed like a perfect time to act on our unspoken attraction.

We booked a hotel suite to make the night special and started in the living room with a champagne toast. I felt a little awkward at first but much less so after a glass of bubbly. Jessica had dressed for the occasion, wearing a skimpy number that was practically see-through and barely contained her large tits. I knew Russell was salivating at the prospect of burying his face in her cleavage; he’s a bit of a breast man, though he’s never complained about my smallish rack. But I often caught him sneaking glances in my friend’s direction, just as he was doing that night. I waited for him to make a move, but he merely sat there. That’s when I realized I’d have to get things started.

Standing, I led my partners to the king-size bed, which was piled high with pillows. Once there, I encouraged Jessica and Russ to get better acquainted because I was curious — and excited — to see how my boyfriend would act with another woman. Meanwhile, I sat in a chair and watched their initial embrace.

Russell leaned over and kissed Jessica on the cheek before looking back at me. I nodded and reached between my legs. My clit was already begging for attention. Encouraged, Russell gave my friend another kiss, this time on the mouth, and I saw her part her lips so he could slip his tongue between them.

As Russell and Jessica made out, she slid her hands downward, stroking the outline of his cock through his pants. He groaned loudly. I could tell that the soon-to-be lovers were seriously excited, but they were still moving too slowly for me. I climbed onto the bed with them to speed things along, and Jess sensed my urgency. Moving her hand to Russ’s zipper, she pulled it downward, and I helped my boyfriend by pushing the straps of her dress over her shoulders and unclasping her bra so her plus-sized tits spilled out into his waiting palms.

Jessica pushed Russell’s pants down, and his erection sprang right up. Now we’re talking, I thought to myself as Jess hoisted herself onto his lap, pressed her pussy against his stiff rod and began stroking herself on it through a pair of visibly wet panties. As I had predicted, Russ buried his face in the valley between her breasts, so Jessica grabbed his head to hold him there as she rode him like a lap dancer. I stripped while they bucked together, and then returned to my seat to take in the erotic spectacle, at least until Russ raised his head from my friend’s bosom.

“Come on, baby,” he said, “I want you up here, too.”

I climbed onto the bed next to him. Cupping my head, he kissed me long and hard, mashing his lips against mine and sucking the bottom one between his teeth. When he pulled away, I turned and kissed Jessica, our tongues tangling as Russ removed the rest of his clothes. Then we finished undressing our sexy guest together, our hands roaming all over her body as we pulled off her dress and removed her wet panties.

The rest occurred so naturally that the fabulous fucking felt as if it had been choreographed. Jess settled against the pillows, her thighs opened wide, inviting my boyfriend to take her — an invitation he readily accepted. On his knees, he moved into position, his cock pointing right at her parted pussy lips. Finally, he leaned forward, holding his dick at the root and stroking the crown over her slippery flesh. When his tip was coated with her cream, he pushed forward and entered her with his full length. I knew he’d reached rock bottom when Jessica gave a loud grunt, which was my cue. Rising to my knees, I crawled forward until I could swing one leg over my friend’s head. She responded by reaching up, grasping my hips and pulling me onto her face. She stuck out her tongue as soon as my cunt made contact with her mouth, and I almost came from feeling another woman’s oral attentions once more. That’s not to say my pussy wasn’t getting eaten on a regular basis; Russell’s a talented cunnilinguist who dines on me often. But I had learned from my nights with Kristi that the experience is delightfully different with a member of the fairer sex, someone who really knows the ins and outs of female anatomy.

Jessica sucked on my lust-puffed outer lips before tricking her tongue along my inner petals. As her tongue-tip flitted over my quivering flesh, the rest of my body trembled above hers, and I could feel her quaking, too. I don’t know how she kept her mouth glued to my cunt with my boyfriend’s cock repeatedly driving into her pussy, but she managed, never missing a beat. The only thing she did miss was my clitoris, which she studiously avoided. Around and around she licked, circumventing my pulsating button until I was begging her to make me come, but she was unrelenting in her teasing, coming close but never quite touching me where I needed it most.

As I beseeched her with my moans and undulating hips, I watched my boyfriend with our new lover, or more specifically the juncture of their bodies. Each time he pulled out, his shaft was shiny with her fluids, but I’d only see it for a second because he’d dive right back in. My mouth watered as I wondered how she tasted, and I wished I could lick his flesh clean. Later,  I told myself, not wanting to deprive my friend of the pleasure she was experiencing.

Unaware of what was going on inside my head, Russell kept pumping his hips, stroking into Jessica’s pussy at a breakneck speed. After a while, fast wasn’t enough so he started fucking her harder, too, and I could hear their bodies slap together noisily with every forceful thrust. Still, Russ needed to up the ante. He reached down, grabbed her ankles and hooked her feet over his shoulders to penetrate her fully.

Russ’s stomach muscles rippled as he rocked back and forth, driving his length into Jessica as far as it would go. I could tell he was stroking all the right spots inside her by the way she groaned each time he shoved inward. I knew how she felt because of the many times I’ve been on the receiving end of his cock myself.

My own groans grew louder as my friend’s tongue played over my sensitive nether lips. She certainly knew what she was doing, finding all the nooks and crannies as well as thrusting deep into my hole, though she still avoided the one spot that I knew would really make me shiver. I could tell she was timing her ministrations so that we could all come together, and she announced that she was closing in on her orgasm by wrapping her lips around my clitoris and tonguing it softly.

My button began pulsing as the rest of my body started to shake wildly. My tremors increased as the pressure built, until I had to grab Russell’s shoulders for support. He smiled as my fingertips sank into his deltoids but never stopped pumping in and out of Jessica’s cunt. Then he joined us in our ascent to bliss, biting his lower lip, which was a clear indication that he was also nearing climax. I could feel the vibrations from Jessica’s moans against my pussy and realized that my boyfriend was reacting to her muscles constricting around his cock. If he wasn’t already powering his load into her, he would be very soon, and the thought of Russell’s semen spilling into Jessica was electrifying. I was ready to come, too, and apparently my friend decided I’d waited long enough because she increased her attention to my clit.

She flicked my nub back and forth with her tongue, stopping periodically to tug on it with her lips. I tightened my grip on Russell’s shoulders as I thrashed above Jessica, relieved she was able to stay on target as she writhed beneath us. Russ continued pounding into her, driven by her ceaseless, yet muffled, exclamations of pleasure. I joined in the chorus with a series of gasps as Jessica’s tongue did more and more wondrous things to my cunt, though I was silenced when Russ reached out, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward him to seal his mouth against mine for an animalistic kiss.

We remained locked in that triangle as we rode out our ecstasy, each of us cresting multiple times. Eventually, we broke reluctantly apart. After a quick call to room service to refuel, we were at it again, and we fucked the night away. I discovered once more how much I yearn for threesomes, and I saw how Russell came alive in a whole new way. When Jessica left, she kissed each of us goodbye, and she made it clear that she would be more than ready for our next get together. I don’t know whether our ménages will become a regular occurrence like the ones I had with Todd and Kristi. But based on how turned on both Russell and I were with Jessica, I’m sure we’ll create a new sex triangle in the very new future.

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