Tonight wasn’t supposed to be a typical Friday drunk fest. It was Bella’s birthday, and she’d asked Brad not to get too drunk. Brad, eager to start his weekend, was a half block ahead of us before Bella and I could even get out of the car. By the time we’d got inside, he’d already staked out a spot at the corner of the bar and was chugging a beer. As usual, he would try to outdrink us two to one, the rest of the night. After Brad’s third beer, he ordered a round of shots to toast Bell’s birthday. “That’s great. It’s just another Friday to him. I don’t know why I bother,” Bella huffed.

I’d always thought they were an odd couple because Bella was way too hot for Brad. Bella is a gorgeous buxom beauty with long raven-black hair, long, luscious legs, a slim waist, and a magnificent ass. I’ve always been respectful of her, but it’s hard not to take a peek. Her low-cut tops gave me more than enough opportunities to see her massive cleavage. Tonight, for instance. I held the car door open for her as she got out of the car and was treated to a peek of cleavage down her shirt, and while standing next to her at the bar, I’d catch a glimpse of her lacy bra where her snug blouse puckered. God, I love her tits.

I grew bolder as the drinks went down, and my passing glances became lurid leers as I blatantly ogled my best friend’s girl. While Brad was too blurry-eyed to notice, Bella caught me checking her out more than a few times. The next time my eyes panned across her chest, I saw that she’d undone another one of her buttons. I looked at her face and gave her a grin. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“At least someone is paying attention to me tonight,” Bella nodded to Brad, who’d had his back to us most of the night. “The fucker’s been checking out the bartender all night.”

“Did you get anything for her birthday?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“I was hoping to get laid, but that’s out of the question.” Bella pointed to Brad chugging another beer.

Emboldened by alcohol, I reached up and squeezed her left breast, saying, “Honk. Honk. I know it’s not the same, but maybe this will count for something. Happy Birthday,” I laughed nervously as I awaited her response.

Bella stared at the back of Brad’s head as she leaned closer and ran her hand up my thigh until it landed on my semi-erect shaft, squeezing it. I reached my hand under her skirt to see if she was wet, and was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her eyes never wavered from Brad’s head, even when she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, engaging mine in a lustful kiss as I slipped a finger into her pussy. Suddenly, we got pushed into Brad’s back as some drunk squeezed in behind Bella to order drinks. Thankfully, the only thing that Brad saw was someone pushing his girlfriend.

Now Brad has three different drinking personas. He was happy, Brad, after three or four beers. Belligerent Brad around six to eight beers, and the dreaded, black-out Brad once he’d hit a dozen or so. We were about to see Belligerent Brad if I didn’t step in. As much as I wanted things to play out with Bella, I didn’t want to have to bail Brad out of Jail on Bella’s birthday.

I wrapped my arms around Brad, holding him back as he unleashed a verbal assault on the guy. “Don’t, Brad!” Bella yelled.

“Better listen to your bitch, Bradley!’ the guy sneered.

As if on cue. Bella dropped her hand into the guy’s crotch, perfectly bag-tagging him. I turned and kneed him in the face as the man doubled over in pain. He slumped to the floor, bleeding profusely from the nose. In a moment of lucidity, Brad shouted, “Go!” pointing to the hallway that led to the back door.

Bella and I bolted out the back, to the alley behind the bar. The sound of police sirens grew louder as we waited for Brad to bring the car. A cop car sped down a cross street just as Brad pulled up. Bella pushed me in the back seat, falling on top of me as Brad drove away. “Keep your head down,” he backed as he turned onto the one-way street that passed in front of the bar. “Just keep your head down til we get to the highway,” Brad told us as he turned up the volume of the stereo.

Bella, taking full advantage of being out of Brad’s line of sight, leaned in to kiss me. She again thrust her tongue into my mouth as she reached down to rub my crotch. Feeling my excitement, she slid down to my crotch and unbuttoned my pants, and sucked my now erect cock into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip while she pumped her hand up and down on my shaft. Unfortunately, we reached the highway before she could make me cum.

“You guys alright back there?” Brad asked, merging into traffic on the highway.

“I’m Sleepy,” Bella mumbled as she ducked her head back to my lap and went back to sucking my cock.

I wondered if we’d have enough time for Bella to finish what she started, but every time she gets a good rhythm going, she would stop sucking. Almost as if she was trying to prolong my orgasm. I fought the urge to grab her head and mouth fuck her, but we were back on city streets before I could actually do it. It wouldn’t be too much longer, and we’d be pulling up in front of their apartment.

I patted Bella on the back of her head when Brad pulled onto their street, so I’d have enough time to tuck my dick back into my pants. It really didn’t matter because Brad stormed inside like he was pissed that the evening had gotten cut short. The alternative was one, if not both of us, spending the night in jail. He was inside, drinking, before Bella and I got out of the car.

Brad was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle, when we walked in. Bella and I knew he was a powder keg waiting to blow. Bella and I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge while Brad grumbled that the night had been cut short. We knew any response would set him off and that it was best to let him drink til he passed out.

“Sorry, Bella,” I whispered.

“Why?”

"Earlier in the car. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I’m sorry about your birthday, too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You know I don’t do anything that I don’t want to. Truth is, I wanted something special for my birthday, and this is his way of avoiding it,” Bella said, nodding her head toward the kitchen table.

We watched as Brad slowly slid sideways and slumped over in the chair, with his head resting on the table.

“So much for that threesome,” she said under her breath.

“Wait. What?”

“That was my birthday wish. I wanted a three-way with you and Brad. I mean, there’s no one we’d trust with this more than you. You don’t think I notice, but I see how you look at me. Just so you know, I do it on purpose, and I look at you, too. I’ve even fantasized about you while he’s fucking me. Now I don’t have to fantasize.”

Bella straddled me and pulled my face to her’s, kissing me as we had at the bar. Bella started unbuttoning her top, saying, “I know you’ve been dying to get a peek at these,” as she stood. She shrugged it off her shoulders before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. When her tits fell from their confines, sending a jolt through my cock. Large dark areolas topped her magnificent melons, with nipples the size of the tip of my pinky. Next, she unzipped her skirt and slid it off her hips. Her pussy, cleanly shaven except for a heart-shaped patch of jet black fur. The pink petals of Bella’s labia winked at me from between her legs, begging to be licked. I slid off the sofa and knelt at her feet in worship of her beauty.

Bella lifted her stilettos-clad foot, placing it on the sofa cushion next to me as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face between her legs. She ground her pussy on my mouth, letting out a hiss as my tongue penetrated her fuck hole. My nostrils filled with her intoxicating aroma as my tongue explored her depths. I slid my tongue through the silken folds of her vagina. I watched as her chest heaved from waves of pleasure flooding her being.

Bella peered down at me, asking, “Do you want me?”

“More than words can say,” I breathed softly, hoping my longing desire for her would be satisfied.

“Then eat my cunt,” Bella said as she ground her cunt on my mouth some more.

I plunged a finger into her twat while I swirled her clit with my tongue. I pinched her bud between my lips, flicking it rapidly with my tongue until I felt her knees begin to buckle. “Oh, God,” she moaned as she came. I could feel her pussy clinch on my tongue. “More. Eat it. Eat my cunt!” she gasped while humping my face. I grabbed her breast with my free hand, pinching her nipple to heighten the sensation that flowed between her legs. “Do you want to fuck me now?” She could see the yearning in my eyes, pleading to fuck her.

The nod of her head was almost imperceptible, but it was enough for me to scramble out of my clothes. I sat on the sofa and pulled her onto my lap, our lips locking together instantly. I grabbed her massive breasts, squeezing and pawing them. The objects of my affections were finally within my grasp. I leaned in, kissing them, sucking her, then the other.

Bella reached between us, guiding the tip of my cock to her wetness, and lowering herself onto my shaft. “Oh, God, I’ve wanted this for sooo long,” Bella groaned. Our mouths met in long, lustful, lingering kisses as she thrust herself on my cock. She leaned back, giving me a spectacular view of her swaying titties as she bounced on my cock. Bella pounded her pussy on my cock until she cried out that she was cumming. Finally, she slammed herself down on my cock, twitching while she rode out a series of climaxes. Bella gasped for air while she climbed off my cock and bent over the arm of the couch. “You’re going to have to take over for a while.

I got behind her and slammed my cock back into cunt, and gave her pussy a pounding. I reached around her side and began to rub her clit while thrusting my cock as deep as I could up her snatch. “Fuck me. Fuck me,” she panted repeatedly. She held her left nipple to her mouth and sucked it hard between her lips, and bit it hard. Her tongue flicked the nipple like a boxer on a speed bag, pushing herself to climax. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a bear trap.

I closed my eyes, searing this moment into my memory. Her moans became muffled and sounded as if she were gagging. I was horrified to see Brad standing in front of Bella at the end of the couch when I opened my eyes. Her head was bobbing up and down on Brad’s cock. “Is this what you wanted? Honey,” Brad asked as he gathered her hair away from her mouth. Brad and I avoided eye contact, focusing on Bella writing between us as we spit-roasted her on the couch.

After a few minutes of this, Bella said that she was ready. She pushed back against me until she was sitting reverse doggy on my lap. Brad got between our legs from the front, trying to wedge his cock into Bella’s pussy with mine. “Ahh, Gaaahd!” she gasped as his cock forced its way inside. I played with Bella’s tits, while Brad suck back and forth between her nipples. “Ahh Gaahd. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!” she groaned.

Brad and I slammed our cocks into her the best we could without having them slip out, but it was no use. Bella was just too tight. Brad’s cock was shorter than mine, so it kept slipping out of her every few strokes. It was more distracting than pleasurable, so it was no surprise when Bella suggested that one of us put it in her ass. By one of us, she meant Brad. We all knew there was no way of stuffing my cock up her backside.

Apparently, Bella was playing out a fantasy that she’d had rolling around her head, and I was privileged enough to be part of it. I don’t know why it had to take place on the couch. Maybe doing it in the bedroom was crossing some imaginary line. Either way, Brad and I did as we were told. She told me to get on my back so that she could mount me. Once she was settled atop me, she directed Brad to enter her from behind. Brad crouched between our legs and leaned into Bella’s backside.

Bella lay prone on my chest so that Brad could enter her anus, her mouth gaped wide as the head of his cock pushed past her pucker. She and I could feel as his cock slipped into her anus, and her vigina tightened its grip on my cock. Bella lowered her mouth to mine, kissing ravenously as Brad and I began to thrust our cocks into her. She pulled my hands to her breasts, telling me to play with her nipples, before clamping her mouth back over mine.

The erotic sensations of Brad’s cock sliding in and out of her ass while simultaneously pressing against mine sent lightning bolts through my shaft. Every passionate kiss. Every thrust, stroke, and caress was a new experience in pleasure.

Bella’s groans of ecstasy grew louder and louder as she approached orgasm. “Faster guys. Faster!” she wailed until climax ravaged her senses. “Ahhh God! I’m cumming!” Bella cried out.

“Hurry, honey. I’m close, too,” Brad grunted.

Between Brad’s erratic strokes and Bella’s clenching cunt. I blurted that I was about to blow my wad as well.

“Not inside me. Don’t cum inside me,” she panted as she scrambled out from between Brad and me, and dropped to her knees with her mouth open wide.

Brad and I pointed the tips of our cocks towards her orifice, both of us coming harder than ever before. I missed her mouth entirely, bathing her in an epic facial. Cum streamed out of my cock, splashing across her face, and up one nostril, while Brad hit its mark, almost drowning Bella in the process. She grabbed my cock and clamped her mouth over the tip before I covered the rest of her face. I swear she looked like she was in a bukkake by the time we finished blowing our nuts.

Bella scooped cum off her cheeks and sucking them clean before taking another scoop. “Fuck, that’s a ton of cum.”

“I guess that happens when you get to live out a fantasy. Right?” Brad laughed.

I wish I could say this was the beginning of something between us, but it wasn’t. That night, after multiple rounds of Brad and me fucking her silly, Brad asked her to marry him, and she said yes.

We still hang out together, and Bella even gives me a knowing smirk every now and again, but sadly, it never happened again.