Years ago, I had a boyfriend named Kyle who was one seriously hot guy. He was sweet, generous, and always treated me well, taking me to the best parties.

We’d been exclusive for about three months, and I was really starting to feel comfortable with him.

I hadn’t seen Kyle in nearly a week, so on Wednesday evening I decided I’d surprise him at his apartment with a little “us” time. It was still late winter, cold enough for jackets, and I thought I’d give him an extra-special surprise.

When I got there, I sat in my car, made sure no one could see me, then took off my sweater and bra, put my jacket back on, and zipped it up so it looked normal. As I walked to his building, I felt incredibly horny—my nipples rubbing against the rough fabric, and everyone I passed had no idea I’d gone completely natural underneath.

I knocked on the door. While I waited, I slowly unzipped my jacket, exposing my chest but keeping the girls just barely hidden. The door opened—and it was a complete stranger I’d never seen before.

I was mortified. I grabbed my jacket, clutched it shut, and stammered, “Is Kyle here?”

The guy looked at me, smiled, turned, and yelled, “Hey, Kyle! You have a visitor.”

I saw Kyle peek out from the kitchen and flash me a huge grin. He walked over, hugged me, and said, “Nadine, this is my old roommate, Sam. He graduated last year and is just in town visiting.”

Still holding my jacket together with my left hand, I extended my right to shake his. “Sam, it’s a pleasure to meet you, though I’ll admit I was a little surprised when you opened the door.”

He held my hand a second longer than necessary and said, “Nadine, the pleasure is truly all mine—and yes, I did notice you looked very surprised when I answered.”

That earned an odd look from Kyle, but I quickly headed toward the kitchen with Kyle right behind me. As soon as he stepped in, I flashed him—holding my jacket wide open. He grinned like a kid on Christmas morning.

So, you were standing there with the girls practically out when Sam opened the door?”

“I was almost there, but not quite—he didn’t get the full show.”

Just thinking about Sam seeing me half-undressed made me even wetter.

I wrapped my arms around Kyle’s neck and whispered, “I came over for some private us time. Can we go to your bedroom?”

“I think that’s a great idea. Let’s go.”

“Wait—let me zip my jacket first.”

“It’s fine, babe. Sam already got a peek. We’ll just walk past and give him a little tease. It’ll serve him right after all the crap he pulled on me when we were roommates.”

Kyle slipped an arm around my waist, and as we walked toward his room he tugged my jacket open so my right breast popped out completely. I glanced over and saw Sam staring, and my knees nearly buckled.

At the bedroom door, Kyle slowly peeled the jacket off my shoulders. I clung to it for a second, but he leaned in and whispered, “You know you want him to see.” I let go. The jacket came off, and Kyle tossed it to Sam with a casual, “Catch you later, man.”

He pulled me into the bedroom. At that point I was so turned on my nipples could have cut glass, and my thong was absolutely soaked.

Kyle held me close and murmured, “That really turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing Sam is checking you out.” He kissed me hard; I moaned into his mouth. When his hand cupped my breast, I moaned even louder.

He unbuttoned my jeans, shoved them down, slid his hand between my legs and groaned. “Nadine… is this me, or Sam, or both of us making you this wet?”

His fingers slipped easily between my folds, and I could only whimper.

He moved fast—kissing me, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my clit—until he suddenly asked, “Should I go get Sam to help?”

I could only moan louder into his mouth.

He pushed me onto the bed, stripped the rest of my clothes off, then dropped between my thighs and buried his tongue in my soaking pussy. The noise I made was embarrassingly loud. He stopped, stood up, and began to undress.

I lay back and enjoyed the show, and as he stripped, I played with myself.

As he stripped he watched and said, “Oh, I like that. Keep going. I will be there soon.”

Then—finally—his beautiful, leaking cock sprang free, and it was all mine.

He crawled up the bed, kissing his way along my inner thighs until his mouth reached exactly where I needed it. “Please… lick me,” I begged.

He did. I squirmed and moaned as he alternated long licks with sucking my clit into his mouth. It didn’t take long—I came hard, my back arching, whole body stiff as I pressed myself against his face.

He kept licking, working his way up my torso to my nipples. I reached for his cock—rock-hard and throbbing—and guided it to my entrance.

“Kyle… fuck me. I’m so hot knowing your friend can probably hear us.”

He slid in with one deep thrust. I cried out; then he asked, “You like having a nice cock in you?”

“Yes… yes, I love it.”

“You really like cock, don’t you? Would you like more than one?”

I moaned and nodded frantically.

“Say it, Nadine. Let me hear you say it.”

I knew he was pushing me, so I gave him what he wanted: “Yes… I love cock. The more the better.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He started pounding me, my whole body shaking, legs wrapped tight around his waist.

He slowed, buried himself deep, and growled, “If you really want more, we can ask Sam to join us.”

I wasn’t sure if he was serious or just dirty-talking, but then he pulled out and said, “I think it would be insanely hot to watch you take two cocks at once.”

I was torn—I wanted it, but I didn’t want to ruin what Kyle and I had.

Kyle decided for me. He stood, offered his hand, and said, “Go get him. I’ve never done a threesome either.”

“You ask him.”

“He won’t believe me. It has to be you.”

“He can hear everything we’re saying!”

“Trust me, he’ll think I’m pranking him like old times. Go.”

I was too horny to argue. I opened the door and walked—still completely naked, juices running down my thighs—into the living room. Sam was on the couch with his hand down his pants, stroking an obvious hard-on.

I stood in front of him and said, “Honey, you’re needed in the bedroom. Your dance card just got punched.”

He grinned, stood up, and I helped him out of his clothes. Then I took his hand and led him back to Kyle’s room.

Kyle was lying on the bed stroking himself; Sam’s cock was just as hard. What’s a girl to do?

I gave Kyle a wink, dropped to my knees in front of Sam, and licked from base to tip. I turned to Kyle and asked, “Honey, should I suck him now or fuck him? You decide.”

Kyle kept slowly stroking and said, “I want to watch you give Sam the best blowjob he’s ever had.”

I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his precum, then took him deeper. Sam’s hands tangled in my hair; his moans mixed with Kyle’s. Suddenly Kyle jumped up. “Nadine, put Sam on the bed and get that ass up for me.”

Sam sat back; I pushed him down and crawled forward on all fours, taking him back in my mouth until my nose brushed his groin. Behind me, Kyle rubbed his cock along my slit, then slid home. I moaned around Sam, the vibration making both guys groan.

Kyle laughed breathlessly. “Sam, did you ever think you’d be part of a spit-roast?”

Then he started thrusting hard, forcing Sam’s cock deeper down my throat. Sam tried to match the rhythm—both of them pushing in at the same time—until Sam suddenly grabbed my head and yelled, “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Kyle’s thrust shoved me forward; hot cum flooded my mouth and throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some still spilled out and dripped down Sam’s shaft and balls.

Kyle kept pounding me. “Holy shit, I’ve never fucked someone while watching their mouth get filled with cum. How does he taste, baby?”

I pulled off Sam long enough to gasp, “Shut up and fuck me harder. Fill my cunt.”

He did—balls slapping against me, grip bruising my hips—until he slammed deep and came with a roar, pumping me full.

He pulled out slowly; a thick stream of cum followed. Sam stared, fascinated, at my gaped, dripping pussy.

I looked at both of them and asked, still catching my breath, “So… which one of you is going to clean me up?”

They glanced at each other. Sam spoke first. “Please, Kyle… let me. She looks so tasty.”

Kyle helped position me at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, then nodded at Sam. “Go for it.”

Sam knelt, kissed his way up my thighs, and started with tentative licks. But once Kyle’s cum started oozing out, he dove in—sucking, slurping, moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Kyle chuckled. “Sam, you’re jerking yourself off while eating my cream pie?”

Sam pulled back just long enough to say, “It’s so fucking good, man.” Then he latched onto my clit, slipped two fingers inside, and hit my G-spot perfectly.

I started moaning around Kyle’s freshly-hard cock (he’d fed it to me so I’d have something in my mouth). The combination sent me over the edge again—I came hard, grinding against Sam’s face while swallowing Kyle’s second load.

Sam shuddered, cried out, and came all over his own hand without even being touched by anyone else.

Afterward, the three of us collapsed—exhausted, sweaty, satisfied. Kyle and I curled up together; Sam said he’d crash on the couch.

Early the next morning I woke up still in Kyle’s arms, but my mind was on Sam out there alone. I slipped out of bed, found him asleep on the sofa, pulled back the blanket, and saw he was already half-hard. It was perfect for a morning wake-up.

I took him into my mouth. He moaned softly, then his hand settled in my hair and gently pushed until my nose was buried in his pubes. When he was fully awake and thrusting lightly, I popped off and said, “Last night Kyle came in my mouth and pussy, but you only got my mouth. I think we should fix that.”

He grinned. “Climb on, beautiful.”

So, I did—riding him slowly while he confessed, “Nadine, last night was a dream. Not only did I get to fuck the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, I got to taste both of you. I’m bi, by the way—just don’t ever tell Kyle; he’d freak. We lived together two years and I never made a move, but eating his load out of you… goddamn.”

That was the only time the three of us were together, but it definitely wasn’t my last threesome. Once you’ve been bitten, you always want more.