My husband’s college reunion was last week. Jason was especially excited for me to meet his favorite frat brother, Benjamin. They were inseparable during their undergrad years, but thereafter they’d moved to opposite coasts for job opportunities.

I’ve heard so much about Benjamin, including how he and my husband shared literally everything in school. Yes, everything. Jason had assured me that meant women, too. He also assured me I’d be crazy about him. Hearing my husband talk up the man for years had made me endlessly curious.

Finally, the moment had come. Upon meeting me, Benjamin took my hand in his, and I swear the earth shifted beneath my feet. I looked at Jason, who shot me a knowing look. He didn’t speak, but his eyes definitely screamed, “I told you so.”

I was so taken with Benjamin that when Jason presented the idea of bringing him to bed it felt like a natural next step. I didn’t question the suggestion. I simply nodded my agreement and waited with bated breath.

Since we stayed in the hotel where the reunion was hosted, I didn’t have to wait long. Benjamin and Jason ushered me upstairs at the first opportunity.

The second our suite’s door closed behind us, Jason turned to Benjamin and said, “She’s all yours, brother.”

My breath caught in my chest. In the soft light of our suite, Benjamin looked larger than life. He walked toward me slowly, prowling like a lion ready to pounce.

I kicked off my shoes and started to fumble with the zipper on my dress, but Benjamin stopped me. He laid his hand over my mine, then spun me to face him.

“Let me handle that,” he said. “All you need to do is relax and enjoy.”

While Benjamin helped me out of my dress, Jason made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. He wore a reassuring smile, clearly happy to have his friend experience the very best bits of his own life as a married man.

With my dress out of the way, Benjamin focused his efforts on my garter belt and hose. He plucked at one of the lace-trimmed elastic garters, snapping it against my thigh. I cried out, but the sharp sting faded quickly. It was soon replaced by a pleasant tingle that heated my skin.

“You like that. Don’t you, gorgeous?” Benjamin asked.

He hooked a finger through the bands that ran along the backs of my legs and plucked them like they were guitar strings.

I yelped. Pain for pleasure wasn’t entirely new to me, but these sensations felt different. It was exciting to experience the affections of another man while my husband sat there quietly, taking in our every move.

Looking at Jason again made me blush. There I was, half naked with his best friend’s hands wandering over my body. It was such an intimate experience, one I don’t think either of us will ever forget.

By that point, Benjamin had removed the garter belt as well. He skimmed his hands from one of my thighs down to my ankle, slowly stripping one delicate silk stocking from my body. After baring one leg, he turned his attention to the other, this time stopping to press a kiss against my newly naked ankle.

“You are stunning,” he whispered.

His breath fanned over my skin like a soothing tropical breeze.

Now, all that was left were my panties. I had worn Jason’s favorite that evening, initially assuming he would be the only one to see them. The skimpy satin garment accentuated the sweet curves of my hips and ass.

Benjamin turned to face Jason and asked, “What should I do with these pretty panties?”

Much to my surprise, Jason breathlessly told him, “Tear them off.”

“With pleasure,” Benjamin replied.

He pressed his thumbs against the small lace panel that covered my mound and tore right through it. When that wasn’t enough to break through the satin bits, he used his teeth.

I’d always wondered what it had meant to swoon over a man’s attention. Now I knew. The forceful way Benjamin took what he wanted left me damp between my legs.

He collected my pumps and said, “Let’s put these back on.” After slipping the shoes onto my feet, he admiringly said, “Much better.”

Next, he took hold of my hand and asked, “Join me?”

Benjamin guided me toward the bed, stopping short at its side.

One capable hand rested on the small of my back. It skated up my spine and came to a halt just between my shoulder blades.

In a flash, his gentle demeanor evaporated. The hand on my back pushed me hard, forcing me facedown onto the mattress.

“Hands behind your back, darling,” he demanded.

As I rushed to comply, Benjamin let out a low, long whistle.

“I do love the way you move,” he said.

He slapped one of my ass cheeks, and the sound of his hand connecting with my rear was startlingly loud to me.

“Jesus, Jason. How do you ever get anything done with an ass like this around the house all day?” he asked.

Benjamin didn’t wait for an answer and dropped to his knees. He took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wide. He leaned forward and slid the tip of his tongue into my slit, licking me from my clit to my asshole.

“You taste heavenly,” he murmured against my wet cunt.

His voice was breathy, and every syllable he uttered seemed to release a teasing puff of air against my slit. Benjamin made another pass over my gash, but this time, he dipped his tongue inside my pussy hole. He hummed against my aroused sex. The sensation buzzed against my skin, sparking an electrical jolt that zipped throughout my body.

The sensation was an invigorating hint of what was to come. If I felt that good from just his tongue, I couldn’t imagine the heights I’d reach when his cock came into play. But I couldn’t wait to find out.

Finally, Benjamin removed his lips from my pussy and stood behind me. He grabbed me by the hips and bounced my bare ass against his fully clothed pelvis, teasing me.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned.

My heart beat faster at the metallic rasp of his zipper opening.

Benjamin’s next question was directed to Jason: “Bareback all right?”

“It’s preferred,” Jason replied.

And just like that, Benjamin’s thick, velvety dick was inside me.

I wiggled my hips to draw him in deeper. His length and girth seemed tailor-made for me. His sturdy cock fit perfectly, filling me up in the most satisfying way.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

Before Benjamin could react, I started to move. I slammed my rear against him, thrusting hard to swallow his sword.

Now, it was Benjamin’s turn to moan. He may not have expected a take-charge type of woman, but it was what he got. All of his teasing left me desperate for release; I wanted to fuck him hard.

Benjamin’s grip on my hips tightened, and his nails bit into my flesh. Just like before, the tiny dose of pain intensified my pleasure. His moans took on a helpless tone, and I felt exhilarated as his thrusts grew faster and more erratic. I was drunk with lust, eager for him to get off.

I rammed backward, jamming Benjamin’s cock into my pussy with as much force as I could muster. Every time my ass bounced against his body, his balls slapped against my clit. Before I knew it, we were both howling with delight as Benjamin pumped his seed into my pussy.

After Benjamin finished, Jason handed him a cigar. A sly smile lifted Benjamin’s lips. Next thing I knew, my man’s good buddy eased the tip of the cigar into my pussy. He let the fat stogie sit there for a moment, then pulled it from my core and handed it to my husband covered in our mixed fluids.

Without hesitation, Jason placed the cigar between his lips and sucked off its slippery coating.

“How’s she taste, brother?” Benjamin asked.

“Delicious,” Jason replied. “But you already know that.”

He passed the cigar back to Benjamin and said, “My turn.”

Jason started off much like his pal by lapping at my pussy. He sucked my cunt lips one at a time, cleaning off their juicy glaze. After my crotch was licked clean, he plastered his lips to my pussy hole and extracted our cream.

It takes a certain amount of confidence to watch another man screw your woman, and even more to sip the guy’s come. But goddamn, I thought that was sexy.

Next, Jason rose and took the same position Benjamin had moments before. Standing behind me as I remained bent over the bed, he placed his hands on my hips to steady me, then he pressed the crown of his cock against my pussy and slowly sank inside me.

“Oh, Jason,” I sighed.

This time, I didn’t attempt to take control. Instead, I enjoyed the familiar feeling of my husband’s dick penetrating my pussy. I allowed him take his pleasure and guide us both across the finish line.

Jason was slow at the start, then he picked up speed until he hit a pace that left us both breathless. All the while, spasms from my first orgasm rolled through my pussy, building in intensity as I approached my next peak.

This wasn’t a choreographed affair. Jason’s actions were raw and desperate. He needed to use my body for pleasure, and the feeling was mutual. After getting fucked by Benjamin, my pussy was primed for another climax from my hubby.

When Jason came, his primal roar practically echoed through the room. Come jetted from his cock into my cunt and triggered my orgasm.

Jason collapsed onto the mattress with me, thoroughly sated. Benjamin eventually joined us on the bed. That night, I slept sandwiched between my husband and his best friend, buzzing with excitement over what the morning might bring.