Holy Shit. We’re really going to do it!

My brain struggled to absorb what was happening as Rick carried me into the bedroom, but the wine, the tequila and the orgasm had pretty much shut down any chance of thinking straight. And really, why think so hard when things felt so good? Inviting Mark into our bedroom felt more than good, it felt right.

Mark was the one who’d introduced me to Rick the night we all met. He hung around with us almost all the time. He might’ve started out as just Rick’s friend, but he’d become mine too. It just seemed like a natural evolution of things to have him there.

Once in the bedroom Rick set me on my feet and moved to turn on the light. Mark strolled into the room as I was getting rid of the bra still stuffed up under my armpits and shucked his jeans.

Suddenly we were all naked, just standing there. The guys stared at me, and I stared at them. One was dark and lean, the other blond and built, and both of them wanted me. Hunger gleamed in their eyes and any semblance of discomfort among us disappeared.

They moved forward as one. Rick stepped behind me, and Mark stopped in front of me, looking deep into my eyes as he began to run his hands slowly over my nakedness. Rough calloused palms smoothed down my arms, and around to cup my ass cheeks, squeezing softly. Rick’s hands came from behind, moving up over my ribs to cup my breasts, offering them up to Mark’s waiting mouth. Fingers pinched and pulled on one nipple as lips and teeth did the same to the other. Hands fondled my butt, sliding lower to dip between my swollen pussy lips and tease my entrance.

The breath rushed out of my lungs and sensations washed over me as two sets of hands touched and teased, and two bodies pressed against me from both sides surrounding me with hot hard maleness. Everything took on a dream-like quality as Mark’s mouth moved down my body, and Rick nuzzled at the side of my neck from behind.

“You are so sexy,” he whispered. “Such a wanton woman, so eager and hungry for cock. You’re fucking incredible.”

I reveled in Rick’s praise. He made me feel desired and loved for being the sexual animal that I was. I didn’t have to hesitate or worry that anything I did or wanted was wrong when I was with him. “More,” I whispered. “I want more.”

Hot breath teased my pubes a second before Mark’s mouth was on me. His tongue swept over my slit from back to front, and my whole body jerked with pleasure as he licked and suckled at my core. I groaned when his lips, tongue and teeth began to gently work my pussy over. The rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow chafed at my inner thighs and his nose nudged against my clit. My inner muscles tightened and an orgasm began to take hold. Sensing it, Mark’s lips surrounded my clit, and he began to suck rhythmically. Pleasure hit every nerve ending I had, and with a low moan I came, my knees buckling.

Rick caught me, cradling me against him as I trembled and shook. Before I could catch my breath, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced once on the mattress before Mark was between my thighs once again.

Proving that he loved to give as much as receive he began eating my pussy again.

Rick stretched out next to me. Leaning over me our gazes met and he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips parted and tongues tangled as his breath became mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him close, unwilling, unable to let him go as Mark slid a finger into me and began to fuck me with it.

It was unreal to me, a fantasy of feeling and sensation as Rick dragged his lips from mine to scrape his teeth along my collarbone and Mark added another finger to the one already pumping in and out of me. A moan of delight whispered out of me when lips surrounded one nipple and suckled hungrily at the same time another set of lips tugged on my clit. My body rejoiced at the attention. My back arched, my hips rolled and another orgasm built quickly. Suddenly Rick bit down on one nipple and pinched the other hard, and I came with a sharp cry.

Mark pulled his fingers out, reared up and thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I cried out again another orgasm crashing over me before the first one even finished.

When I became aware of what was happening again Mark was gently thrusting between my thighs, and Rick was stroking my hair back from my face, love and desire shining from his eyes.

Then he grinned that bad boy grin that always got my juices flowing. “Still want more?” he asked.

With a small laugh I nodded. “Oh yeah, give it to me, baby.”

He pushed a pillow under my head and straddled my chest. I reached for his hips, holding them still for a second and glancing around him to look at Mark. It was weird, having his hands on my legs and his dick pumping in and out of me but being unable to see him. “You okay down there?” I asked.

His gaze shifted from Rick’s ass to me peeking out at him, and he grinned. “Definitely. You?”

I nodded. “I feel great. Or should I say you feel great?” I squeezed my inner muscles around his cock, and he groaned.

“Stop worrying about him,” Rick said, nudging his cock against my lips. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

His words had my pussy clenching again, and Mark groaned. “That’s good,” he muttered. “I like it when you do that.”

Plumping the pillow behind my head I relaxed and stared up at my man. Rick guided his cock between my lips then braced his arms on the wall as he began to move. He started slow, his strokes matching the slow and steady pace Mark had going. How he knew that I have no idea, but the men quickly fell in time together.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed being full. One hard cock filled my pussy and another my mouth. I was in heaven. Passivity wasn’t in my nature and before long I was cupping Rick’s balls and sucking him greedily. Saliva and come dribbled out of my mouth as Rick picked up the pace, and juices dripped out of my pussy as Mark lifted my legs over his shoulders and matched his speed to Ricks.

Tension coiled low in my belly, pleasure building as both men fucked me. I gripped Rick’s ass, urging him on faster, harder. I wanted it. I wanted both of them to fuck me hard. To come hard like they never had before. Rick shifted forward, his knees spreading wider and his body bowing as he leaned over me his thrusts getting shorter and harder. I slid a hand under him and gathered some of the spilt fluids with two fingers before reaching behind his balls and circling his anus.

He grunted, and his thighs started to tremble.

“Oh God,” Mark groaned as he began to pound into me like a jackhammer. My tits bounced, Ricks cock slammed against the back of my throat again and again and tears welled in my eyes. I fought the urge to gag and thrust a finger up Rick’s ass.

“Fuck me!” he cried out.

I didn’t think about anything, only rejoiced in the sensations swamping my body as both men pounded into me. The room was filled with their grunts and groans, my harsh breathing and the wet sucking sounds coming from both mouth and pussy as they were used. We sounded like a freakin’ porno, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pleasure as one cock hit the back of my throat at the same time another cock was hitting deep inside my pussy.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I fucked Rick’s ass with my finger and pumped my hips against Mark’s as a scream ripped from deep inside me and every muscle in my body tightened in ecstasy. Rick ground down as his cock throbbed and hot come spilled down my throat, choking me and extending my orgasm.

I grunted and pushed against Rick’s hips, slowly coming back to reality in time to hear Mark’s triumphant groan as he pulled out and hot fluid landed on my belly. Then the men fell. One on each side of me, dead weight as the night’s activities caught up with them.

Strong arms wrapped around me, and I curled into Rick’s chest. Mark sprawled out behind me, one hand still on my hip. A soft snore had me glancing over my shoulder and laughing softly. He was sound asleep.

I turned back to Rick and buried my head against his neck with a sigh. His fingers tightened in my hair and he pulled my head back until he could see my face.

“You ok?” he asked, his thumb gently stroking over my cheek as we stared into each other’s eyes.

I nodded.

“I love you,” he said, pulling me close again.

I smiled and kissed his chest where I rested my head. “I love you too.”

Mark’s dick was rock hard.

Waking up with a hard-on wasn’t anything new, but waking up next to Angie was. He could smell her, smell them all, before he even opened his eyes. The musky smell of sex.

He opened his eyes and stared at the couple next to him. They were beautiful together. Her so soft and pretty. Him so hard and dark. Watching them had been almost as good as being with them. He hadn’t really been with them though had he? He’d been with her, and Rick had been with her at the same time. It wasn’t the same thing.

Rising up on an elbow he looked at Rick’s sleeping face and wondered if he knew it had been more than just sex to him? That he wanted more than⎯ that he dreamed of more than one night of sexual escapades with the couple?

The alarm clock screeched and Mark jumped. Rick shut it off, and their gazes met over the woman between them. “Morning,” he said.

“Mornin’,” Rick replied. He glanced down at Angie, who hadn’t moved an inch, then grinned at Mark. “Guess two dicks did the trick. She’s out like a light.”

Burying the longing in his heart beneath an easy grin Mark played it cool. “Glad to be of service.”

Rick snorted. “I bet.”

Falling back on his pillow Mark closed his eyes. They’d drunk quite a bit the night before and he should be hung over, but his head wasn’t pounding, and aside from the ache in his dick he was feeling pretty good.

“Are we going to the dojo?” he asked quietly.

In the years since they’d left college and moved on to their separate jobs, he and Rick had made the commitment to always train together on Saturday mornings. Jiu-jitsu was how they’d met so long ago, and it kept them together when other things in life pulled them in different directions. Ricks job in software development and his own in marketing had put them in different work worlds, but it hadn’t hurt their friendship because they’d made it a point not to. Both of them trained during the week as well, but there were always others around and they often ended up coaching someone or working within a group with at least four or five others. Saturdays were the one-day of the week they could get in and train without anyone else around. It was time together that Mark always valued, especially since Rick and Angie had become a couple, and they guys had stopped partying together.

“Yeah,” Rick answered. “If I don’t stay in shape there’s no way in hell I’d be able to keep up with Ange.”

“I’ll shower first,” Mark said as he rolled from the bed. He was already reaching for his dick when he got to the bathroom. If he was quick, he could get one off while the images of the night before were still fresh in his mind.

When I woke up I was alone in the big bed. The sheets were ripped off the edges of the mattress and rucked up underneath me, but the one on top of me was pristine. As if Rick, or maybe Mark, had covered me up with it after they’d crawled out of the bed. I stretched, pointing my toes and pressing my hands against the wall above my head, groaning loudly as aches and pains came alive all over.

There was no doubt about it, my body was well used, and I was totally satisfied.

The big question was, why was I alone? I’d half hoped to wake up and have some more lovin’ with the pair of them before the fantasy night ended. There hadn’t been much time for thinking the night before, but as I lay there remembering things, more and more scenarios with the three of us filled my mind and my pussy clenched eagerly. The positions and possibilities were endless.

The peal of the phone ringing jarred me from my thoughts and I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen looking for it. Snatching up my cell from the table on the third ring I answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Carrie asked, her voice sharp.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Ten thirty. Shit, I was late for our brunch date.

“At home,” I answered, my voice rough from overuse the night before. “I just woke up. Order me a coffee and I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I swear.”

Without waiting for her reply I hung up and dashed to the bathroom. The time explained why I’d woken up alone. It was Saturday morning, and Rick met Mark at the dojo every Saturday morning at ten. Which is why I’d agreed to meet Carrie then. I wasn’t willing to give up any of my time with Rick to hang out with a so-called friend who only called when she wanted something from me.

Thinking about Carrie made me sad. We’d grown up together, and I’d always thought of her as my best friend. When previous guys who’d flirted with me ended up with her I’d always thought it was because she was prettier than me. I’d had never occurred to me that she’d hit on them until the night she’d hit on Rick, and he’d laughed in her face before telling me about it.

Since Rick and I had moved in together she’d stopped talking to me, unless she needed a favor, and I noticed how much better I felt about myself when she–and her constant digs about my looks–weren’t around as much.

Case in point, I felt fantastic that morning, and even meeting Carrie wasn’t going to ruin my mood. I jumped out of the shower, and made quick work of drying off. I towel-dried my hair and worked a comb through it while standing in front of the mirror. Pulling my hair back into a high ponytail, I stared at my reflection. There were faint circles under my eyes and a small love bite was visible on the right side of my neck, but I looked good. I looked happy and very relaxed.

Two men and half a dozen orgasms will do that for a girl.

Would it be awkward when I saw the guys again? Rick and I had never talked about having a threesome before. I knew he had a couple in his past, but I’d never asked who they were with. The smooth way he and Mark played me the night before made me think it hadn’t been their first time together, even if it was mine.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

Knowing that I was going to see them both soon, I chose my outfit with more care than I had time for. Khaki shorts, a push up bra and a tight white tank top that showed off my plumped up boobs.

Sneakers on, keys and purse in hand I dashed out the door and down the stairs. When I exited the building, the heat smacked me in the face and I grinned. The heat was the whole reason I’d stripped to my lingerie the day before. The heat had started it all, and it was gonna be another hot day.