After the shock of walking into the house from work and seeing my girlfriends, after the kisses and hellos and a scolding, affectionate look at my husband, I sat at the patio table and was handed a beer and got the details. My silly husband, bless him, knew how I enjoyed my nights with the girls, without our husbands, just chatting and eating things we shouldn't and laughing at our lives. He had conspired with Mona, my best friend of the group, to get the girls to my house for a night. Mona was endearingly social and outgoing; always had been, and she was the unspoken leader of our group, always the one to make plans, to get us together. She did everything with a grace and enthusiasm that made you want to follow; it was natural for her. You always knew, when were with her, that you had her complete attention and was, for those minutes, the center of her world. She and I had been close since high school, the rest of the girls were friends just as long, but Mona and I were always closer. It was her way. So of course my husband had turned to her for assistance.

We lived a distance away from the rest of my girlfriends, and normally for these occasional gatherings I would have to drive to the area they all lived. He brought them to me, without my knowing, after several schedule changes and much confusion, worked with Mona to find a night they could all be there, and settling for as many as could be available. He had done the cleaning, the shopping and all the cooking, kept it secret for months. What a dear!

The girls were at least a full drink ahead of me, having arrived an hour before I got home. After greetings and kisses I sat and picked at the trays of appetizers and crackers he had laid out, way too much for this small group, and he excused himself to begin the dinner preparations which would be served inside, upstairs. As he walked up the deck steps to the kitchen, the admiring whispers and jests, some none too subtle, began.

"I can't believe he did this..."
"You are so lucky...."
"Really, the food is terrific...."
"I wish my husband..."
"You better take good care of him..."
"I will if she doesn't..." "God, he's so handsome, and ...."
"Not fair, that great body, and all this, for you...."
"Come on, we're friends, you could share..."

I had known for years that I was, what my dear Jeff had titled, 'the winner'. It's what he called himself when we were out, after mingling with the crowd, or later, on the way home. "I was the winner, again," he would tell me, whispering the words in my ear if we were still there. It was his way of saying that I was the prettiest woman there, the winner in the contest of husbands. We would smile, and I would thank him, for I knew he meant it, even if I disagreed. He loved me, and his vision was influenced by his heart.

But I knew that the reality was that I was the winner. And my friends, bless them, all knew it, too.

Not that my friends had all married losers. Okay, some had, and others were less than attractive, and others had fallen out of love, or had just settled into lives together. But Jeff and I, we were more in love now than we had ever been. Granted, he WAS incredibly handsome, with a dazzling, honest smile, and funny and charming when he warmed past his shyness, and he kept himself fit. Furthermore, not only had our sexual appetite not dwindled in the second half of our forties, but it seemed to take on a new freedom of exploration and communication. We tried new things, teased each other, talked more openly about sex. It kept us young, I thought, and youth kept us alive and in love. I was the most happily married of my friends, and to the most handsome and attractive of the husbands, and they all knew it, and teased me about it every time we were together.

And now he had done this thing for me, to get my friends here, something I would never do for myself. And he had done all the work spectacularly, and he had impressed the hell out of my girlfriends, even more than usual. And they were not, for all their flaws, shy about their feelings. They joked, for certain, but there was always more than a hint of truth in their jests, and now I heard a pang of jealousy underlying their compliments.

Jeff came back down the stairs, dressed in his dirty jeans and an untucked collared shirt, smiling genuinely for being both pleased with himself and for seeing me happy, and looking for all the world like the perfect man, and my heart swelled with pride as he dazzled them with his charm, placing the last tray of appetizers before us. I loved him, and he loved me, and even as he dazzled the group I could feel it from him. After the party tonight, I would show him how much I appreciated his efforts.

He raised his hand for their attention and we all silenced our chattering. "Dinner will be in forty five minutes," he crooned in his melodious voice, with a trace of prideful smile. Did I mention he was perfect? "Will you be needing anything before I go up?" We were sitting downstairs, in the outside den, we called it, the area under the deck with the table and chairs that he had protected from the rain and built decorative walls on two sides. I had bragged about his skills while he was upstairs.

"More wine," Felice called to him in her hoarse, throaty voice, "and can you wear an apron?" We all laughed, and he smiled his cute smile, knowing (because I told him many times) that they all loved him to death; he never let it go to his head, and I think the information made him somewhere between disbelieving, afraid and curious.

"I'll be right back," he told the group, and headed up to fetch another bottle. Murmurs of admiration again followed his departure, and then we descended again into our ceaseless prattle. We heard his steps returning, and I turned to see his feet coming down the stairs. Ever the one for fun, he had, in fact, donned an apron from the kitchen, the one he'd gotten from a vendor at work who sold cookbooks. It was a rich burgundy, and he had it tied at the waist, illustrating his slender body which was not lost on my friends. Of the husbands, only a few remained fit.

The apron got the expected amount of laughs and comments as he poured, including Felice who called out as he returned up the stairs, "No, I meant just the apron and boxers!" to everyone's entertainment. Jeff, not to be out-quipped, stopped on the steps and leaned his head under the deck to answer.

"I'm not wearing any," he intoned with a dry smirk, to hoots and hollers, "and you should have been here this afternoon, then, when I was wearing ONLY the apron!" The cheers of encouragement followed him up the stairs.

"Hot damn," Mona muttered beside me, too loudly for my ears alone, "if only."

"I hear that," Felice replied, then called out to me, joking. "Seriously, Dee, can you get him to wear just the apron?" There were a few whoops and cheers from the rest of the girls, and then the more lurid comments started.

"I'd like to see that..."
"…ass looks so nice..."
 "I'd do him in a second..."
"Maybe tonight Dee will share him, let us have him..." to lots of laughs and good-natured cheers, and then Mona leaned into my ear and said, "Really, Dee, Jeff is so hot, how can you keep your hands off him? You better watch these girls!" She snickered as she said it, and I laughed with her. "Maybe I should call Mark," she laughed with an exaggerated leer; Mark is her husband. "And tell him not to wait up, and I'll stay and we'll have a threesome!" It was Mona's second-longest running joke, and I laughed as I always did. The longest joke between us was her telling me that I looked so good that if she ever went lesbian it would be with me. She'd being saying it since seeing me at her wedding. She's a hoot.

I got caught up in the conversation then; there were at least three going on at any time as we all caught up with each other. It was traditional for us all to get together a few times a year, and having known each other for so long, we picked up right where the last one left off, relating stories of family and friends and work, kids and events, hardships and pleasures. In due time Jeff returned and called us for dinner, and we helped bring the leftover appetizers upstairs. He had set the table and even lit the candles, my dear man, and the girls cooed and complimented, and begged him to serve, but he declined, amused, and withdrew, leaving us to our chatter and dinner.

Towards the end of the meal Mona boisterously demanded the third bottle of wine be opened, a slur evident in her voice, and I wondered if she had been drinking too much, or started on an empty stomach. We all continued talking, never running out or slowing when we got together, just leaping from one topic to the next and endorsing each other’s feelings. But within the hour Mona was at my side, asking if she could lie down a while. I got her to my daughter’s room; she was out for the night, and told Mona she could stay over if she needed. She had come with three others, making the far drive as a group. As she settled onto the bed, I wondered if she'd be sick. I lined a wastebasket with a plastic bag and left it by the bed, then rejoined the group.

Well, Mona was always the catalyst of the conversation, and without her, the other three from far away began slowing; we seemed suddenly to run out of steam and new topics without her. Some girls began clearing glasses and plates, and within an hour of losing Mona they were standing, and kissing goodbye. There was a lot of "tell Jeff thanks" and "I love him" and smiles and we-have-to-do-this-again's. And then they were gone, and I went downstairs to the den to find Jeff.

He was at the television, sitting stretched across the couch, and I had him move his legs up so I could sit, and he put his legs over mine. I took his hand and thanked him.

"Was the food okay?" he asked. He knew I was happy with his event, and I could see the satisfaction on his face, the pleasure he took from seeing me happy with my friends.

"Delicious; everything was perfect."

"Everyone have fun?"

"Yes, they all said thanks as well. They love you. Except Mona. She’s in Linda’s room. She might have had too much." I smiled. "I was the winner, by the way."

He grinned. "Ready for bed?"

Boy, was I. Between my gratitude and the admiration of my friends I was ready to have at him right there on the couch. "Let me check on Mona," I told him. "The girls helped me clean." We kissed, a little hotly; I let him know that I wanted him, and he confirmed, tongues tussling delicately. We got up and made our way upstairs, locking up the house on the way. I can't relax if there are doors unlocked.

I watched his ass as he walked down the hallway to our room, my hand on the doorknob of our daughter’s room. He was gorgeous and sexy, and I wanted him to take me, hard and fast and completely, the way I like it. I had a flashing vision of giving myself to him, allowing him inside me, feeling him enter and fill me, and I flushed with excitement. I turned the knob and stepped into the room. Mona was sitting up in the bed, pillows propped behind her. She looked fully recovered and smiled at me.

"Are they all gone?"

"Yeah, I told them we would drive you..."

"Damn!" she chirped, swinging her legs from the bed, "I thought they'd never leave! Finally!" She stood and started for the door, her hair tousled and clothes mussed from laying in the bed. But I was in the doorway, and hadn't moved, and she stopped at me, looking expectantly into my face.

"What..." I blinked with confusion, wondering why she was no longer slurring. "I thought you... " And then she kissed me. My muddled brain didn't register at first, still struggling with a Mona that was not drunk, and my brain whirled as her face was suddenly in mine, her lips on mine, hot and urgent, her hand behind my neck, under my hair, pulling my face to hers as her lips caressed mine, teasing and loving and soft. I stood frozen with surprise, near shock, as my brain reeled in sensory overload, too much to comprehend. I gasped, and as my mouth opened, she pressed in, opening hers, and I felt my long-time friend’s tongue slip in and touch the inside of my mouth, so slight, so wonderful, and a tingle ran from my lips to the back of my head where her hand touched the nape of my neck. My eyes cleared and I saw hers, smoky and lidded, looking into my own. I became aware of our bodies touching, her other hand at my back, her breast pressing to mine, our thighs fitted together as she kissed me. Not panicked, but immobilized by the sudden situation so far from my expectations and frame of reference, I was unable to react until, reeling in confusion, I fell back against the doorframe, our lips parting.

She stepped to me, looking into my face, an expression of smoldering desire barely registering in my head. "What..." I managed, my lips still recalling the contact of her tongue, trying to process the sensation. Her hand rested on my hip. "Mona, what... What are you doing?"

"You," she said softly. "And Jeff. And me." My ears heard the words, confused, but my eyes focused on her lips, the way they opened and moved as they formed the simple words, a delicate dance of soft tissue. My own lips recalled the touch of hers, her tongue touching my mouth, and I licked my lips involuntarily, tasting her. I struggled for a response, still not comprehending, not wanting to comprehend. Afraid, but not. She was my friend, my closest and dearest friend. She had kissed me.

"But," I stammered, "but those are jokes." There were hundreds of words in my head, but that was all my mouth could form.

"At first," she told me, "but not for a while, now," she said, stepping into me and pressing her body against mine. My arms hung limply at my sides as she pressed me against the doorframe, the hand at my hip snaking to my lower back, the other suddenly at my face, stroking my cheek lightly. I think I flinched. Her face was inches from mine and I felt her breath on my skin, could smell her perfume, and something else. My body sent familiar signals to my brain, confusing in the context. "I want him tonight. I want you, too." Her eyes held mine, imprisoned by her gaze and my confusion as she leaned to me and kissed me again, just a touch of her lips on mine. "I want you both, together, tonight." Her eyes gleamed wetly and my breath caught as realization struck. "Don't be afraid, Dee," she whispered, sensing my tremble. "You'll love it, you'll see."

And she pressed herself to me then, kissing me again, her soft lips on mine, one hand at the side of my face, and I froze again, overwhelmed by the sudden unfamiliar situation. I did not stop her, and she did not stop; her lips touched and caressed mine, and I breathed in her breath, struggling to come to grips with the situation, and then I felt her tongue, the tip licking my lips. "I have wanted this, so much, so long now," she whispered into my mouth, and my brain struggled to understand, fighting my body as it tried to respond. "I want you, I want you both." And then I realized my tongue was touching hers, my lips were parted. Still I struggled inside, then recognizing my reaction, I pulled away.

"I can't," I said, my whisper weaker than I intended. A tremble of fear stole through me as I thought of Jeff, still awake, waiting for me in our bedroom. What if he came out, saw us kissing in the doorway? I tried to imagine his reaction; lust, fury, incomprehension?

"You will," she told me, and I felt my resistance falter. "You must. I need this," she said, but there was no pleading, only statement of fact. "I want him, and you. Share him with me," came her hoarse whisper. "It will be so good, you'll see." I felt my will slipping. I wanted Jeff, needed Jeff tonight. He was right there, in our room, probably already naked, waiting. What would he say when I walked in with Mona? And why was I even considering allowing the possibility? I felt Mona's hand take mine, lifting my powerless arm. She moved, and I followed, dumbstruck. In a daze I saw her lead me to our bedroom door, my feet moving, not knowing why. Her hand was hot in mine. I saw her look back at me, smiling with conspiratorial glee and accomplishment. I saw her hand on the doorknob, and then she was leading me inside.

I saw Jeff scramble to cover his naked form, his cock flopping between his legs as he scrambled for the covers. I heard his stuttered apologies and shock, but they were cut off suddenly as Mona took me in her arms and kissed me again, at the foot of our bed. I was kissing her back, not knowing why, feeling my desire for Jeff between my legs, wanting his body, feeling only Mona's against mine.

"Holy shit," I heard him say from the bed. Mona pulled her lips from mine, and turned me to face Jeff, slipping behind me, her arms circling my waist, her head at my neck.

"Yes, Jeff," she said, her lips in my ear. "Holy shit, indeed. Tonight we are going to fulfill my fantasy. I hope it's one of yours." I watched his eyes open wide and his mouth dropped open, silent. "All of us. Together." Her words sent a tremble though me, and I wondered why, but couldn't find the strength to resist. "Please say you're interested, that you want this, too. Dee is struggling a little." I felt her hands slip up my front, and she held my breasts. I heard a sharp breath, and realized it was my own. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as my best friend caressed my breasts for my husband. I saw his indecision on his face, but the tenting sheet in his lap held unmistakable meaning.

"See that," Mona hissed in my ear, "he wants it; wants us both." Her tongue licked my earlobe, then circled inside, making me sigh and close my eyes. "and I want you both." One hand slipped to my waist and slid up under my blouse, up my stomach, her fingertips touching my skin. The other left my breast and began unbuttoning me; I opened my eyes to see Jeff, his uncertainty and surprise replaced with unadulterated lust. He wanted this. Mona wanted this. I wanted to resist; I never dreamed of it, never wanted it. But it was here, and my body betrayed me. The top of my blouse was opened, and her other hand pushed my bra up my chest, and I felt feminine, insistent fingers grip my tit, a fingertip flicking the nipple.

"Mona, what..." But that was all the objection Jeff could muster, and at that moment I wasn't sure I wanted him to object anymore. Mona finished unbuttoning my top, both hands now caressing my breasts. It was heavenly, and I was afraid, but powerless to stop her, and not sure I wanted to.

"It's not a dream, Jeff." Mona told him. Her hands were under my breasts and she slid them up, presenting my tits to my husband. Jeff was sitting up now, the sheet pooled at his waist, his erection plain in his lap. Mona's finger and thumb grasped my nipples and teased, then pulled and pinched, and I let out a low moan, staring at my husband. "She's so hot for you, Jeff. So am I." She released one nipple and her hand was suddenly between my legs, pressing my jeans crotch into my pussy. I gasped. "And I'm hot for Dee, too." Her words chilled me, thrilled me. I was being molested by a woman, my friend, in front of my husband. "Come here, Jeff; suck her pretty tits.

Oh, god, I wanted him to, but at the same time I knew that if he moved there was no stopping this night, and I didn't know where it would lead. I looked at him; I don't know what he saw in my eyes. He hesitated only a second, and then scrambled to the foot of the bed, naked and hard, his body exposed to me, to Mona. I saw a flash of eager desire on his face as it approached the breast Mona offered him, and then his lips were on my nipple, and he sucked, hard. I felt a surge of passion run through my chest to my pussy, where Mona was pressing me still. My hands found his head, and I held him there, feeling his lips, his tongue, then his teeth. My head fell back on Mona's shoulders and I groaned out loud as desire swept through me.

I felt hands remove my top, my bra, and then fumbling at my pants, opening then, pulling them down. Jeff's lips were on mine, now, kissing me and I kissed him back hotly, my hands in his hair, his on my shoulders, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths. I was lifting my feet, feeling my jeans pulled off me, awkward and clumsy.

"Oh, fuck," Jeff said into my mouth, and pulled back. I saw his eyes wide open, and looked down to see Mona, still dressed, with his cock in her mouth, sucking him.

I stared, unable to look away, watching my Jeff's hard shaft emerge from Mona's lips, wet and slick with saliva. Her hand gripped him at the base, and she pumped her head slowly. I love his cock, hard and firm, but the sight of it being sucked by someone else was enticing; fascinating and wildly erotic. I stared, dumbfounded and hypnotized by the spectacle; so beautiful, so sexy.

Mona pulled off, still holding it with her hand, and turned up to look at me. "Fucking gorgeous," she said to me, "and delicious." She flashed that conspiratorial grin again, as though I were in this with her instead of being swept up in her passion. "And this," she added, turning her head to face me, "looks just as good."

I don't know why I didn't scream, or run from the room, or go hysterical. I had never envisioned a threesome, or sex with my best friend, had never fantasized of sex with another woman. I just stood there, mouth agape as she moved her head to the junction of my legs and pressed her face into my shaved pussy. I was aware of her breath, hot on my sex, and then felt her lips kissing my pussy. I felt a surge of wetness inside, and my legs wobbled and grew weak, and then her tongue was licking at the top of my slit, burrowing into me, stopped by my stomach. My hands felt for her head but didn't push her away, and my hips angled forward of their own accord. I felt her tongue slip further, felt my juices spill out as she parted them, and I turned to Jeff. He was staring at me with admiration and wonder.

"Oh, Jeff," I squeaked, "she's licking my cunt!"

"I know, baby, it's so hot!" He kissed me again, and I fell into the sensation of tongues in my mouth and pussy as the same time, and I nearly swooned. One hand left Mona's head and held Jeff's shoulder, holding me up, and Jeff's hands were around my back as we kissed. I was hot, and nearly overwhelmed by passion, and felt my legs giving way. Jeff helped me to the bed, and I fell onto my back, eyes closed, my pussy aching for attention as Mona’s mouth pulled away.

"Fuck, she's hot Jeff," I heard her say. I felt fingers between my legs, pressing inside me, two, Jeff's, I could tell, and I groaned. "Oh, my god, that so hot." I opened my eyes to see her pulling her clothes off, staring at Jeff's fingers as they penetrated me, stroking inside, pressing my g-spot. He moved his thumb to my clit; I could feel how hard it was, and the first touch made me see stars as I cried out, closing my eyes and throwing my head back.

His fingers stroked me; I was so wet, so excited, my misgivings forgotten, lost in the heat in my pussy, the sensations running through me, my need for satisfaction. I felt a climax approaching, barely aware of its speed, and surrendered to my body, vaguely aware of bodies moving around me. His fingers slipped from me, and a pang of loss gripped me momentarily as my vacated sex begged for more. Then they were back, slipping inside me, stroking me confidently, firmly, fucking me with slim digits, restarting my climb to orgasm. I felt something touch my face and saw his cock head, swollen and dripping, rubbing at my lips. I opened and took the head inside, sucking the precum from the tip, and turning my head to get more of him. Oh, his hard cock in my mouth! So hot, so hard, the thin skin sliding over hard flesh as it slipped into me, the fat head filling my mouth, so sexy. I felt the fingers increase the intensity and something else, wet and firm at my clit. I looked up at Jeff and he held my face between his hands,

"Cum, baby," he said as I sucked his beautiful cock. "Cum for us." His hands. They were at my face. I looked down my body and the realization hit me. My mouth opened, releasing his cock; I felt it laying wetly on my cheek as I saw Mona's head between my legs, licking and fingering me, and the idea of her there pushed me over the edge; my orgasm exploded, sudden and powerful. I screamed as the wave broke, coursing through me, sending tremors though my entire body, my legs jamming together, forcing her tongue away but trapping her fingers inside me. I gushed, and panted, and shook as the storm inside me gripped and crested, and began to recede. Sweat broke out and chilled my skin as I went limp, and exhaled. I felt her fingers slip out of me.

Then suddenly she was at my face, kissing me, her lips wet, tangy. I smelled my arousal and knew it was on her face, and my mouth opened, and her tongue slipped inside, wet from my cunt. I didn't care - no, I did care, I wanted it, beyond reason I wanted her pussy-wet face at mine, wanted the tongue from my pussy in my mouth, and I grabbed at her, pulling her on top of me, feeling her heat, her breasts against mine, felt her pussy pressing into my thigh, grinding wetly against me.

She kissed and licked my face, grunting as she ground herself against me; no longer troubled by intimacy with another woman or potential complexities in our friendship I kissed her back, my hands finding her ass and driving my thigh between her legs as I would with Jeff. She was grunting into my mouth, hot with passion and desire, mine meeting hers. Then suddenly I felt another sensation at my cheek. Jeff was there, pressing his cock between our faces, and my eyes opened, saw hers, was swallowed by hers, wide and glaring. Our mouths parted and Jeff's cock slipped between our lips, and we sucked him together as he fucked our mashing lips.

Her face was in mine, inches away, as Jeff pushed his cock between us. Her lips touched mine as we stroked his shaft, lips and tongues playing against him, against each other, her saliva dripping down to my face, her face smelling of my pussy, God, it was so hot, so wanton. I felt out of control, carried away by her insistent desire, and I went, willingly, eagerly. I watched her take the head into her mouth, watched him push inside her, pulsing a few short strokes, and then he was in mine, and she kissed my face and lips as I sucked him, tasting his clear pre-cum, her mouth, sharing Jeff's cock with her. We switched back and forth, taking turns, and I felt my pussy pulsing with each switch.

His cock slipped away, and I missed it instantly, my mouth open and staring up at her. Her eyes blazed into mine as my hands explored her skin, her back, her ass, her hair damp and hanging into my face. I felt movement, and her pussy rose up from my leg; bereft of his cock at my mouth and her hot groin on my leg I moaned, eager for the contact of their flesh against me. I was staring at her, and her mouth dropped open, a low moan emerging and her eyes closed halfway, fluttering.

"He's fucking me," she whispered, "oh, fuck, his cock is inside me, Jeff is fucking my cunt, oh, Dee, it's so good!" She raised up on her arms then, and I saw her body jostle forward as she groaned, and I knew it was true, my husband had his cock up inside my friend, and the idea was so hot, so foreign, so wonderful! I reached a hand to her face, stroked it, and she pressed her cheek to my fingers.

"You like his cock, baby?" I asked her, goading her desire, "you like his beautiful cock fucking your hot pussy?" I was enraptured by her face, her reaction as she shook with each hard thrust, evenly paced, slow and steady.

"Oh, so good," she managed, and I pulled her head down into my shoulder, feeling her breath in my neck, her lips delivering tiny kisses at the delicate skin. I looked over her back and saw him, his face intent and lost, shoulders hunched, chest tight, arms clenching as he held her hips.

"Fuck her, Jeff, fuck her good! Give her your cock for me!" I called to him. He looked at me, meeting my eyes with his, his face the familiar mask of desire, usually looking down at me, now looking over Mona’s back as he thrust his hips hard into her. I could hear wet flesh slapping as he smashed himself into her, pounding harder now, picking up speed, and Mona began a keening below my ear. I felt her body shudder and she suddenly pulled her head from my neck, holding herself up on her arms, blocking my sight of my husband.

"I'm gonna cum," she panted, "fuck, I'm gonna cum on his cock, fuck, Dee, it's close, fuck," she rambled, her voice increasing in volume and intensity. I watched her face, seeing what Jeff would see in mine when I came, the eyes bulging wide, the mouth open, moving wordlessly, grunts becoming squeaks, then a shriek and a gasp.

"Yeah, honey, cum on his cock, cum for me, let me see you come for my man!" I urged. I slipped a hand between our bodies, between her legs; felt his pussy-slicked cock sliding into her, felt her wet labia parting, sucking, and I touched her clit. I felt it, hard and obvious, a fleshy pearl between her lips, like mine, yet different, and I rubbed her, hard and fast and she screamed as I helped my husband bring her to orgasm. I felt her body tremble above me, felt her juices spill from her, watched her expression and heard her sounds, a symphony and dance of delight fulfillment, and my breath caught at the beauty of her, of her proximity, and her desire for us.

Her eyes had closed as she eased from her heights, and they fluttered open now, to regard me, to reward me. "Thank you," she whispered, her breasts pressed to mine as she rested her weight on one arm, stroking my face with the other, tucking my hair behind my ear. She moved up, then, extracting herself from Jeff and resting her wet sex on my stomach. "Your turn," she grinned at me, lovingly, and before the word finished I felt the slick spongy head at my eager opening, pressing insistently. I felt my face tighten in anticipation, and then my eyes opened, trained on hers, as he slid fully into me, pressing himself tightly to my labia, and filling me completely.

I gasped, and my mouth fell open as his familiar solid cock filled my aching cunt, aching for him, aching for her. My body surged in ecstasy, my hands around her back as he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into my depths. She arched her back, dropping a breast to my face, the soft full flesh brushing my chin, my lips. Unbidden and without thought my lips closed on the hardened bud of her nipple, teasing the rubbery erection with my tongue as I sucked her. A breast, I thought; a tit. I am sucking a tit, another woman's tit, and I loved it, felt a rush through me as I had never felt before, overwhelmed by desire and love and attention, a wave of lust and mindless giving and receiving. I sucked hard, wanting to swallow it, biting a little, unable to stop.

She suddenly pulled away, and I had a brief glance of Jeff, kneeling between my legs, his strong chest and tight stomach tensing with each glorious stroke, and I felt a similar rush, for him, for us both. She slipped off to the side, and in an instant her breast was back at my mouth, and I felt hers on mine; she had moved to kneel above my head, hanging her tits above me and dropping her face to my chest. I sucked her, and felt my own sucked, as though I were sucking my own nipples, with my friend as a conduit for my own attention and pleasure. And still my pussy raged at me, enjoying the thick shaft as it plowed inside, slower, then faster; swirling, then hard. Jolts of pleasure ran from my mouth to my nipple and to my wet cunt, fucked by my husband.

She pulled up then, her dark nipple pulled from my mouth, dangling wet and shining and hard above my head, moving slightly as Jeff's motion shook me, and I transferred the motion to her. I was mesmerized by the erect nub of flesh, lost in the vision of it, until she spoke.

"I can see it, Dee, I see his cock in you, god, it's gorgeous, so beautiful, so sexy." I realized she was watching the joining of my husband and me, his thick shaft spearing into me, a sight I love, and now she loved, too. I felt her fingers, lighter than before, dancing lightly at my opening, feeling Jeff's cock sliding into me, touching him, touching me. Jeff put his hands behind my knees and pushed them up, and she helped, holding me open to her view, my hips raised, and he struck deeper, the angle changing, pressing into me, bumping my cervix. I moaned, feeling him, feeling her fingers touching me. And then she said, "fuck, that looks so good," and she moved, and the nipple disappeared from my view, moving down my body.

As I felt her tongue touch my clit I swooned, a tremor running the length of my spine and I closed my eyes, a sharp intake of breath signaling her efforts. God, she was licking me as Jeff fucked me, tasting his cock and my cunt at once, the newness and strange sensations flooding me. And I opened my eyes.

There, above me, was her wet flower, open and swollen, beautiful and delicious for having been fucked by Jeff's cock. It was open and slick, the colors deep and red inside, the lips almost purple, engorged with blood and passion, and at the top, her lovely pearl of flesh peeked at me, pink and urgent and eager. Reacting, not thinking; overwhelmed with desire and lust, my hands moved to her ass, sliding down her back, feeling her smooth, fleshy globes, and I pulled down on her as I stretched my neck, craning my head to her. As much as my excitement had reached levels beyond my previous experience, this imminent action, this immediate new temptation made me tremble with anticipation. I felt her heat on my face as my flesh approached her, inhaled her scent, the scent of arousal, of desire.

And for the first time, I licked a pussy. I tasted female arousal other than my own, and the juices spilled from her, her lips soft and malleable in my mouth, her button hard under my tongue, her opening hot, leaking and welcoming as I speared inside, sucking her nectar, swallowing this gift, this precious gift. Oh, the wonder of it, to be this close to my dear friend, to be her lover, to share this delight. To give back what she had given me; to lick her cunt, to be fucked while I pleasured her, and she teased my own opening, sharing in the delicious threesome of joined bodies. I felt my pussy respond, tightening, clenching as it prepared to launch me into heights unknown, my legs tensing against my Jeff's restraint.

I heard a muffled moan, eager and excited, felt the vibration of her sounds on my clit, and answered with my own grunts into her wet pleasure, and then it took me, stronger and harder than before. I came, the orgasm cresting through me, my pussy exploding in spasms of release and tension, clamping and clutching at the cock and lips between my legs. I heard my cries echoed briefly, felt her push down onto my face and her juices gushed out, her thighs clamping down on the sides of my head, holding me still against her, nearly smothering me in her cunt, and oh, I didn't care; my breath cut off, deprived of oxygen, buried in the wonder of her orgasm and my own. I was lost in her, my face joined to her; my tongue and her flesh, wet and hot and perfect. I swallowed, sucking her cream as it spilled down, soaking my face, slipping into my nostrils, and I wondered if I might drown in her, and welcomed the possibility.

My orgasm receded, and air struck my face, cooling the wetness that coated me; she had pulled herself away, released my head, and my lungs filled with air. I was alive, I opened my eyes to see her elevated hips above me, pussy open and wet, cheeks slightly apart. I saw her tiny ass winking slyly at me and felt her mouth fully between my legs, licking at my opening, and I realized Jeff had pulled out. I saw movement on the side and he was there, at my head, his cock slick with cum, dwindling but still thick and full. I turned to him and opened my mouth and he came to me, and I sucked him, sucked his cum and my own from his shaft and head even as I realized that Mona was doing the same to me, sucking his gift from inside me, her lips kissing and caressing my fucked cunt, pulling his hot cream out with her tongue. With Jeff's cock in my mouth, wet and soft now, I put a hand on her fleshy rounded ass cheeks, and trailed a finger down her valley, resting at her tiny hole. I felt it pulse in response to my touch.

I pulled my mouth from Jeff, then, and my other hand joined the first, grabbing her cheek, pulling it aside to show me her back door, twitching under my fingertip. I slipped it to her pussy, wetting it, and returned it to her starfish, and pressed, feeling it slip inside, the muscle tightening around my wet digit, then becoming loose, welcoming my entrance. I pushed again, and my finger slipped easily inside, and she reacted between my legs, pressing her face harder. The heat wrapped my finger and I pumped it, then added a second, and she welcomed it with glee, moaning her delight into my pussy. Captured by the sensation, I fucked her ass with my fingers while she licked me, and once again I felt a climax approach, never fully dissipated, and a smaller, less intense orgasm took me. I was able to concentrate through it, and Mona came again from my anal fingering, her pussy pulsing, and lifting her head to cry out her pleasure to the room.

She rolled off to the side, then, and stretched herself out next to me, holding one leg in her arms, her head resting on my thigh, her own extended next to my face, on her side, her pussy so close I could feel the heat from her. I kissed lightly on the smooth skin of her thighs, and Jeff took position on my other side, facing the same way as Mona, gripping my other thigh, his cock, soft and spent, pressing against my hair. My hands were on their chests, feeling with one hand his strong muscles flex as he held me, her breasts under the other, soft and firm and smooth, an erect nipple sliding under my fingers.

Mona's hand found mine on her breast and she twined her fingers in mine. I took my hand from Jeff and pushed pillows under my head, elevating me so I could see them, my husband and my friend, my lovers. Mona squeezed my hand, pressing it into her soft breast.

"Thank you," she said, looking at me, then turning to Jeff. "Thank you both. It was...so much. So wonderful." She sighed dreamily. "Even better than I imagined."

Jeff chuckled quietly. "Us?" he asked. "We should be thanking YOU!" his voice was soft and appreciative. "I know I do," he added, then I watched him lean over my legs and kiss her, softly and with a warmth I had only seen him show to me. I felt no jealousy, though, as my lovers kissed above my satisfied pussy. It was so tender, so, I don't know, right, I guess; so perfect, that a welcoming knot of warmth formed inside me. He pulled his lips from her, her tongue trailing his lips. He looked in her eyes, then motioned his head. "What do you think Dee feels?" She returned his smile and they both looked at me.

There was so much to say, so much to feel; I remembered it all, staring at them, imprinting the night on my memory, every touch, every sensation, every new line crossed. My eyes went back and forth between them, and I felt myself smiling.

"What, you goon?" Jeff teased, "Don't just sit there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Spill it."

"I still can't believe it," I finally managed. "It was so..." I searched my mind for the words. "Unexpected?" They looked at me, waiting. "So unimaginable. So..." I sat up, my breasts settling against my chest, feeling natural being naked with them. "So far beyond. I never dreamed, never imagined." I shook my head, and saw their smiles, understanding me, hanging on my words. "I never fantasized about it; I know, we joked, but it was always just that, a joke between us." I was talking to Mona, and she grinned a little sheepishly, and her head dropped. "No," I added quickly, "don't. Don't be embarrassed. I'm glad. I know I was afraid, at first, you know, surprised, and, like, frozen stiff, but I'm glad. Glad we did it." She smiled at me then, and I turned to Jeff. "It was wonderful, so wonderful," He leered a little.

"All of it?" he asked, and I knew what he meant. I had always turned up my nose at the idea of girls together.

"Yes, Jeff," I teased back, "all of it." I felt myself blush a little at my confession. "Maybe that especially," I added softly. "I don't ever want to forget," I told them both. "Ever. I want to burn it in my memory."

Mona pulled my thighs to her face, opening my legs, and her fingers danced across my vaginal lips, caressing them, and she kissed my thigh. "Well, maybe," she said, casting a glance at Jeff, "we will just have to remind you from time to time."

I saw Jeff's eyes following her fingers, and felt a stiffening presence next to me. Oh, tell me the night is not yet over...