It all started innocently enough with Susan, a friend and neighbor who was in the process of leaving her husband. Susan is five foot four, with jet-black hair that reaches to the middle of her back, dark eyes, and a perfect figure.

Since we were all good friends, Susan asked my girlfriend, Jackie, and me if she could spend the next two weeks with us while she looked for a new apartment. On her second night at our place, she was sitting in the recliner when she remarked that she hadn’t given me my birthday kiss. It was July and my birthday wasn’t until December, but I sat down next to Susan and we checked out each other’s tonsils. In the meantime my hand had wandered to her perfectly shaped breasts. Then Susan told Jackie that she thought I wanted more than just a kiss. To my astonishment Jackie suggested that Susan and I pull out the sofa bed and go for it. She left the living room to give us some privacy.

I was so shocked that Jackie had given us her blessing, I just sat there like a statue, wondering if the whole thing was a joke or a trick. Jackie returned a few minutes later, saying she hadn’t heard any of the appropriate sounds. To get things going, she stripped off all her clothes and opened the sofa. As I took off my shirt, Jackie and Susan pushed me down on the bed and began to remove the rest of my clothes. By this time I had a raging hard-on and Jackie was giving me head while Susan licked my balls. Then Susan changed positions so that her cleanly shaved snatch was within reach of my eager tongue and hands. I was about to bring Susan to the first of many orgasms.

Jackie straddled me and brought me to my first orgasm. When Jackie climbed off me, Susan began to suck me back to life, and with her expert oral technique it didn’t take long. Then Susan impaled herself on my shaft and rode me until we both came again.

An entire year of collective lovemaking continued like this before I discovered why the threesome happened in the first place. Jackie had been sleeping with my best friend for quite some time, and she thought my sleeping with Susan would ease her guilt. Somehow, I have found it in my heart to forgive her.