“I’d never been part of a double penetration before tonight.”

Last Friday night, I went out on the town with my two hunky neighbors. The three of us live in a Spanish-style triplex that is within walking distance from the town center. We’re lucky enough to all get along, and we often spend the weekends attending concerts or movies together. On Friday, we hit our favorite bar to hear a local band play.

The music — a mix of rhythm and blues and old-fashioned rock-and-roll — was the perfect end to a difficult week. We hung at the bar for most of the night, taking occasional turns on the dance floor. As the only girl in the mix, I would shimmy with Tony for one song, then groove with Dan for the next. I could feel heat building between us — but I couldn’t tell which man was turning me on more.

Although the three of us have been friends for several years, we’d never hooked up... until that night. I don’t know if it was the music, or the wine, or simply the starlight above us as we walked home, but there was an unmistakable sexual vibe as we meandered through the neighborhood together.

When we reached our building, we all stopped and looked at each other. I don’t think any of us wanted to go home alone. I made the first move.

“I don’t want tonight to end just yet,” I said.

The men looked at me expectantly. When I walked toward my door, they followed right behind me. My place is on the ground floor. Tony’s is upstairs. Dan is around the back.

That pretty much describes what happened next. Once inside my apartment, I looked from one neighbor to the other, and then I undressed. If things went poorly, I knew I’d be embarrassed in the morning. But luck was on my side. I’d read the mood correctly. Tony took off his clothes quickly. Dan followed one beat later.

Naked, the three of us came together easily. Tony started by kissing me. He cradled my face in his hands, and he brought his lips to mine. There was such a sweetness in the way he held me, that for one moment I forgot that Dan was there, watching. He reminded me by stepping behind me and holding my hips in his hands. I felt his hard cock moving against my bare ass, and I sighed. Tony pressed against me from the front, and we embraced each other in an upright sandwich for a moment, before I suggested we move the party to the bedroom.

I had a second — the tiniest sliver of time — to think that this was surreal. Dan, my next-door neighbor, and Tony, the man upstairs, were about to enter me. Nothing this exciting had ever happened in my entire life.

He maneuvered himself and eased the head of his cock into my ass. In response to feeling him probe my back hole, my pussy spasmed. I closed my eyes. Tony was over me, as if about to do a push-up, and his cock slid in my copious juices before finding the entrance and ramming in hard.

There we were — three neighbors who were generally separated by sheetrock. Tonight we were separated only by the thinnest barrier. I could guess that Tony was able to feel Dan’s cock through me. I’d never been part of a double-penetration before, and I was pleased with the way we moved together, as much in tune as we’d been on the dance floor.

I could feel the climax building, not slow and steady, but hot, fast, and in a rush. Before I could even get out the words of warning, I was coming. I knew my lovers had to be able to tell. My body thrashed between theirs as the waves of pure bliss rocked me.

Dan pulled out and Tony pulled out, and I slid slightly away from them on the mattress. There was this surreal quality to the room. Nobody said a word, and yet, I could almost hear the thoughts as they occurred: What next? What now? Who next?

Then Dan was on his stomach and Tony was reaching for the lube. I watched, totally spellbound, as Tony greased up Dan’s butt hole. My poor pussy was gripping onto air. It wanted more, something solid, but I couldn’t make myself move. Tony got Dan’s haunches up in back, and he played his fingers fiercely around Dan’s exposed hole. I sucked in air as Dan sucked in air. I felt as if we were all tied together in some glorious, lust-filled moment.

Then Dan reached for me, positioning me so he could lick my snatch. He seemed to need something else, too. I had no problem being his anchor. He gripped me and licked and lapped at my split. This time, Tony and I were the ones to lock eyes. I held his gaze as he took a breath and then thrust forward. I knew what he was doing. He was fucking Dan’s ass. Dan paused long enough for a moan before continuing to feast voraciously on my slicked-up pussy.

This was by far the most erotic experience of my life. I never wanted it to stop, never wanted it to end. Dan’s tongue traced dreamy designs around my clitoris. I held on to his shoulders and sighed. I would have thrown my head back against my pillows, would have closed my eyes, if this had been any other night, any other lover. But the fact that Dan was being reamed by Tony’s fat cock made me want to remain fully present. I didn’t want to miss a trick.

Tony was the one to reach his end first. Still meeting my gaze, he said, “I’m there. I’m going to blow.”

Dan responded wordlessly. A half-sigh, half-groan that reverberated within me. That noise, and the vibrations that came with them, took me to my second climax of the evening. This was even more transformative than the first. I cried out, not having to stifle a sound to save myself from alerting the neighbors. My neighbors were seriously alert already.

Dan was the last. He sucked hard on my throbbing clit one last time, then set his head on my thigh and shuddered with the thrill of his orgasm. I could feel the bed shake with the power of his release.

There was a flicker of satisfaction for all of us then. We were still connected, skin on skin. Then Tony withdrew, and Dan pulled back, and I wrapped a sheet around myself. What do you say after a connection like that? What words can you employ to sum up what’s just gone down?

Dan said it best. He said, “Fuck, why did we wait so long to do that?”

Tony laughed and said, “I don’t know. But let’s do it again soon.”

That was last Friday night. I can’t wait to see what we get up to this Friday.

— S.R., Portland, Oregon