It was great to see Alex again.

We had been college roommates, and I hadn’t seen her for a year because she’d moved to New York after graduation. But she was back for a long weekend visit at the house I shared with my new husband, Pierre. I’d noticed her giving him long, lingering looks, and at one point she said to me, “Well done, I approve.”

I didn’t mind any of that because Alex and I had been open about all things sexual in college. We shared a single-room dorm and often had boyfriends over at the same time and fucked them in our own beds. We’d never swapped, but hearing her moans of passion coming from the other side of the room always added greatly to my pleasure.

Eventually, we’d gotten in the habit of masturbating at the same time on nights we were alone together. I think she started it. We had gone to bed, but neither of us had fallen asleep. After a few minutes, I heard soft whimpering noises. I didn’t want to embarrass her, but I got so turned on I started playing with myself, too. I’m much louder than she is — I can’t help myself. So it was soon evident to her that I was diddling myself, too. She snorted with laughter then kept going, not holding anything back. We came at the same time — and then repeated the process over and over again.

But for all of our openness, we’d never touched each other in a sexual way, leaving that line in the sand uncrossed. But when I saw her again, looking more beautiful than ever, I wanted her. But I wanted something more specific. I wanted her to join me and Pierre in bed.

And from the glances she kept casting at me and my man, I got the definite impression that was something she wanted, too.

We had set her up in a spare bedroom, which had its own bath. While she was taking a shower, I snuck into the room, stripped down and lay on the bed. I was so turned on I couldn’t help stroking my cunt. She came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her and showed not the slightest bit of surprise upon seeing me. She simply dropped the towel and lay beside me, shoulder to shoulder and began fingering herself.

I continued to do the same. She liked to rub her fingers across her clit like strumming a guitar, while I needed penetration. I used two hands — one to rub my clit, the other to burrow in my cunt. It was like old times again, but she was so close to me that I could smell the tempting scent of her pussy, which was becoming stronger than the lingering fragrance of her body wash. My pussy was very wet, and I was going to come soon. Alex came first, though, and I quickly followed. We both cried out as our whopping orgasms thrilled us. I kissed her shoulder, and then put my hand on her thigh, which was warm and soft.

“I missed you,” I whispered in her. She hugged me tight but that was the extent of our liaison for the moment.

Pierre and I have a long-standing tradition of having sex every Sunday morning. My idea was that I would leave the door open, and we’d be nice and loud. Alex would hear us, see us and not be able to resist taking part. I cherished the idea of watching my best girlfriend with my hunky husband.

That Sunday, I was riding Pierre’s fat cock and thoroughly enjoying myself, being very vocal as I plunged down on him. He made no comment on the open door and my extra noise, so I figured he was fully cognizant and approved of my unspoken scheme. What guy hasn’t fantasized about a threesome with two hot chicks?

“Alex focused her attention on his balls while I sucked his cockhead.”

Pretty soon I heard a stirring in the hall. Alex came in wearing her bedtime attire of a T-shirt and panties. She looked in our room, and her eyes grew very wide. I looked back at her and beckoned her to join us.

She pointed at herself and mouthed, “Me?”

I nodded enthusiastically, without missing a beat on Pierre’s cock.

Alex slowly approached the bed. Pierre saw her and flashed a big smile. I climbed off his dick, and Alex could hardly take her eyes off it. She seemed transfixed by his girth and went straight for his shiny shaft. I gripped the base of it while she tongued the head, then slid her lips down as far she could. She had the reputation of being a very good cocksucker back in school, and as she worked over Pierre’s tool, I could tell she hadn’t lost any of her skills.

Alex sucked Pierre’s dick while I kissed him. I wanted to watch her in action, though, so I didn’t join her blowjob party. Alex was hoovering his cock in to her mouth, and he was in heaven. She cupped his balls and squeezed, licked his shaft up and down and then paused to say, “Your husband’s cock is so big. I don’t know how it’s fitting in my mouth.”

After a few more minutes of blowing him, that part of her performance was over. The time had come for her to pass me the microphone, so she grabbed his cock and pointed it in my direction. I took my cue and started sucking him, while she kept massaging his balls. Then Pierre’s body jerked, and he released a happy laugh. I soon realized that Alex was fingering his asshole. I recalled that she’d often done this with her boyfriends back in the day — usually with positive results.

Alex sat back and pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her stunning tits.

“They’re perfect,” Pierre said, sounding awestruck.

I wasn’t offended. Alex is tall and willowy with surprisingly large breasts for her frame. I’m short and compact with muscular legs, but my tits are very small. Pierre says they’re great, and he does spend a lot of time lavishing them with love. I didn’t begrudge him his time with Alex’s beautiful D-cups.

He sucked on her hefty tits, while I sucked his cock. But soon it was time for a change. He got up off the bed and stood at the foot of it, with his dick jutting forward. Alex and I got on all fours, side by side, and he took turns feeding us his massive tool. He moved from one eager mouth to the other after every few strokes.

After working at a gentle pace, he amped up his game, shoving his cock into my mouth and fucking it roughly — something he knows I love.

When he switched over to Alex, she handled him as expertly as I had, deep-throating him without issue.

“I love watching you fuck my girlfriend’s face,” I murmured in admiration.

Pierre’s cheeks flushed. He loves when I talk dirty, and only a few seconds later, he shot his load down Alex’s throat. She swallowed every bit.

“Your husband’s come is so fucking delicious,” she said.

“You didn’t save any for me?” I pouted before licking Pierre’s deflating cock.

They laughed, and then the three of us squeezed into the tub for a shower. It was a tight fit, but that only made the situation more fun. Alex and I made out like crazy, while Pierre ran his hands all over our slick flesh. Pierre’s cock quickly revived as I soaped it up, and once he was squeaky clean, Pierre was ready for more. So we all scurried back to the bedroom.

He had us line up against each other on the bed once more, but this time we were facing away from him. He started rimming Alex’s freshly showered asshole, and she groaned in appreciation. Then he moved to do the same to me, while Alex nibbled on my neck and ran her fingernails up and down my back. After taking turns eating our asses, Pierre began fucking Alex from behind.

“Your dick is so great!” she cried out. I moved so I could get a close look at Pierre slipping in and out of her cunt. From my angle, I could also see Alex’s asshole, winking at me and glistening with Pierre’s spit. I had never so much as touched another girl’s asshole before, but somehow I couldn’t resist hers. I began massaging her hole with my thumb, slipping it in and out while  Pierre continued to ream her. I loved that we were working to make her shimmy and shake.

Alex repeated the favor of teasing my asshole when Pierre began fucking me. We screwed for what seemed like a blissful eternity before he pulled out and hopped on the bed. Alex and I went for his cock simultaneously, each licking one side of the shaft. Then Alex focused her attention on his balls while I sucked his cockhead. Then she sank lower and began rimming him, which made him groan loudly and made his cock twitch.

“Do you like my friend eating your ass?” I asked him. He could only moan in response.

We switched, and I took my turn to tongue his hole. Then I swung around, and after he’d repositioned himself as well, mounted him in a reverse cowgirl. Meanwhile Alex sat on his face. She reached around and cupped my tits. Pierre was making sounds that I hoped were happy ones because he could have been suffocating and neither of us would have known.

I had myself a scorching orgasm and slid off to suck Pierre’s dick clean. Then Alex took my place, riding him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. I grabbed her hair and tugged it lightly, slapping her ass cheeks with my free hand. She was enjoying herself intensely. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks red. She was about to come, and it was going to be major. I could tell.

She began shrieking, and when she climaxed, she trembled uncontrollably. Pierre wrapped an arm around her as I brought my lips to hers for a kiss.

When Pierre said he was ready to come again, I reminded Alex not to be greedy and keep all of his cream for herself.

We maneuvered so she was lying flat on her back; Pierre was standing near the bed, pumping his cock right above her face. I crouched above her, ready to accept his jism. When he came it splashed against my tongue and dripped into Alex’s gaping mouth. I kissed her, and we swapped his semen back and forth as if it were the nectar of the gods.

Our plans for brunch went out the window, and we stayed in bed all day. Before Alex left, she said that her boyfriend would love to meet me. I immediately made plane reservations for next month.

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