I’ll admit I was pissed that night when the manager took me off the front desk and told me to run room service. We had to be a team players, he reminded me. We were understaffed, and I felt underpaid, being put on a shift I was never meant to work—but I got paid for it very well in the end.

She was long and lean and had dark brown hair that flowed down her back, nearly to her heart-shaped ass. “Look what room service sent, Gavin,” she called out, smiling at me. It was a winning smile, with nice white teeth and glossy lips that made me think dirty things.

She stepped back and gave me a coy, “Come on in, big boy.”
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Bill often gives me massages when I’m feeling stressed. He isn’t a professional, but he knows how to stroke me in a way that I crave. Nice and firm and hard. We always fuck after the massages, when I’m feeling loose and completely relaxed. Sometimes, he talks to me about what it would be like if another man was touching my skin. The thought has always turned me on. Still I was surprised when he suggested that I let another man massage me.
“A professional?”

He shook his head. “I don’t mean hire one. But I was wondering how you’d feel if I asked Joe to join us.”
Joe is a friend of Bill’s from college. He was the best man in our wedding, and he’s been over at our house hundreds of times—to watch football, play poker and barbecue in the backyard. But he’d never seemed at all interested in me.
“He’s dying to give you a rubdown,” Bill said.

“Just a rubdown?”
“Well . . . ”
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When my friend Tommy told me he’d decided to hire a guide for our next fly-fishing trip, I gave him a hearty slap on the back. “At last,” I said. “Now maybe we’ll actually catch something.”

Tommy and I love to fish, even though we aren’t very good at it. We’ve been casting lines on Oregon’s rivers since the summer we graduated from high school, nearly five years ago. Tommy got lucky once and reeled in a huge steelhead, but he hasn’t caught much since. Neither have I, unless you count the old can I hooked while fishing the Deschutes last year. So I was pretty excited to have an expert along for our next trip.

The morning dawned sunny and mild as we bumped along the river road in Tommy’s truck. “The tackle shop should be just a few miles ahead,” he said. “The guy’s name is Sam. He’s supposed to be their best.”
“Cool.” I pictured a grizzled old dude with a beard, someone who’d spent his whole life on the river.
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Cooking is second nature to me. I’ve been working in the hospitality industry for so long that I actually fall asleep with recipes leaping through my head rather than sheep. Thinking about exciting ingredients soothes me when I’m worried or stressed, but that doesn’t mean I’m numb to the eroticism of food—or to the sexiness of a kitchen. The other night, in fact, I worked in a kitchen that was overflowing with sexual tension—even though it was one of the more utilitarian spots I’ve worked in.
It was New Year’s Eve, and I’d been hired to cater a party of 100. Some of my friends expressed dismay for me having to work on one of the biggest party nights of the year. But I told them that I couldn’t think of a better way to ring in the New Year than by doing what I love most: cooking.

I was wrong. I didn’t ring in the New Year cooking. I rang in the New Year fucking!
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All I wanted when I came home that night 1was a beer and my newspaper. I wasn’t expecting company, and when I walked in to hear Jill laughing with a strange woman, I felt a stab of annoyance. I was in no mood to entertain.

My wife never lets me be grumpy for long, though. She came to greet me and then whisked me into the kitchen to introduce me to Darla. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten! Can you believe that?”

“It just means we’re old,” Darla said shaking my hand. She was gorgeous, and it didn’t escape my notice.

“We are not old. We’re seasoned,” Jill said, leaning in to kiss her friend on the cheek.

Something about that kiss it’s softness and the way my wife lingered made my dick get instantly hard, so I turned from the visiting friends to get that beer.

“We’ve been drinking,” Jill informed me, making me laugh.

“Have you, now?” I asked.

When I turned back to them, she had her arm slung across Darla’s shoulder, and I noticed her hand was swinging precariously close to her friend’s tit. I would have given whatever money was in my wallet had my wife reached down and gripped that breast to give it a friendly squeeze.

Turned out, I didn’t need to offer money.

“Did you want me to cook a steak?” I leaned against the fridge, watching them. Jill’s straight blonde hair was mingling with Darla’s dark wavy hair, and my wife’s large breasts were pressed against the slimmer, less endowed Darla’s side. They were pretty, all snug up against each other.

“I was thinking we could order Chinese. Drink some wine. Eat some noodles. After . . . ”

When she said after something in my gut sparked. It was like being electrocuted. I had been married to Jill for seven years. I knew her turned on voice. I knew her sexy sounds, and when she sighed softly after saying the word after, my dick got hard again.

I cleared my throat. “After what, darling wife?” I thought it best to sound amused and not too excited by the idea.

Darla spoke up, with her dark green eyes flashing. “For a while in college, we sort of messed around a lot.”

“Messed around?” I was playing dumb, and we all knew it, but Jill purred, leaning against me.

“Yeah, you know,” she said against my throat. “We used to fuck.”

“She can be so crude.” Darla shook her head at me, and I admit it, I felt kind of lightheaded with the unexpected turn of my evening.

I laughed, and Jill pretended to pout. But a second later, my wife had snaked her hand down to grip my cock through my work pants. My hard on had become impossible to hide, and a flood of warm arousal filled me when she squeezed me hard enough to make my knees sag.

“Crude or not, I thought maybe we could have some fun since Darla’s visiting.”

Darla stood and moved to stand behind Jill she moved like a cat. “Is that okay with you?” Darla asked me, dead serious. As if I would say no.

I could only nod.

As soon as I nodded, Darla reached around Jill and cupped her hands around my wife’s breasts. Darla pinched Jill’s nipples. They were standing at attention, pressing against her pink sweater.

“Why didn’t you just start without me?” I asked stupidly.

“Now where would the fun be in that?” Jill murmured, letting her head fall back as Darla pinched even harder. She clearly knew, too, that my wife liked her nipple stimulation hard and rough.

Jill stroked me through my pants. “Pull that out,” she said. So I did. I opened my trousers and pulled out my shaft. Jill hummed softly and jacked me with a loose fist.

Then she wrapped my hand around my erection, saying, “Take care of that and just watch.”

They moved to the bench in the side nook of our kitchen. There was a brief tangle with their clothes before Darla knelt between Jill’s parted thighs. She spread my wife’s outer lips wide and licked with her little pink tongue. I watched her lap at Jill’s labia before moving in to suck and nibble at her clitoris until Jill was tugging that long dark hair and arching up to press her friend’s mouth more securely to her pussy.

My hand flew over my rod, but I tried to temper myself and avoid a sudden orgasm. I was hoping I’d get more than jerking off in this scenario.

Darla pushed a finger into Jill, and then added a second. I could see and hear how wet Jill’s pussy was, and my balls felt heavy with lust. I was struggling to breathe as the brunette moved in a little closer and began eating out Jill in earnest.

“Come on, come on,” Jill whispered, waving me over to join them. Her eyes were shiny with pleasure, and her body was moving to meet her friend’s ministrations.

My legs were leaden, but I moved as quickly as I could, afraid to be honest that Jill would change her mind. Darla’s tight ass was stuck high in the air the perfume of her pussy filled my nose. She was ready, aroused, and her plump pink lips were visible between her legs. I wanted to slip into that rosy red cunt. I wanted this bit of strange. “One time only offer, dear. Get her before I come,” Jill said, so I had to act.

I knelt behind her gorgeous friend and palmed her ass for a moment, relishing her smooth taut skin and the foreign feel of her under my palms. I shoved one finger and then a second into her to test her wetness. Darla mewed impatiently, poking her ass back at me. Jill moaned, pulling Darla’s hair.

Both of them gasped, and I had to focus to keep from spilling my seed right there. This would be short, but oh so sweet.

“Do it,” Jill urged.

I ran the head of my cock, already damp with pre come, along the soaking split of Darla’s tight little pussy. I pushed in, just the head, and tried to steady my breathing. She wasn’t making it easy for me, the wet sounds of her licking my wife’s pussy were filling my head and Darla was pushing back against my dick, trying to impale herself on my length.

Darla sucked on Jill’s clit, and Jill pulled her own nipples tight between her fingertips. The skin blanched pale, and I knew she was close. I drove into Darla so hard that I bumped her forward against Jill, making her mouth smear a slippery trail along Jill’s mound.

Everyone paused to breathe. And then I was moving swiftly, thrusting hard and high into the beautiful Darla. I gripped her hips and held her tight as I slipped in and out of her heated wetness she groaned, and I felt her cunt draw tight on my prick. Jill pinched her nipples again and arched up, making that sound in her throat that said she was about to go.

I reached under Darla, feeling my own orgasm rushing at me, and rubbed her clit with a firm touch. She shuddered, her pussy milking me, and then Jill was coming, being loud as usual, her mouth a pink “O” of pleasure as she rode out her release. It was all too much, and I felt my resolve crumble. I came with a grunt and a sigh, watching another woman’s mouth on my lovely wife’s pussy.

Turns out it wasn’t so much a one time offer, but more like a twice a year offer whenever Darla visits. And for nostalgia’s sake, we still hook up every time on the bench in the kitchen.

Mr. Jacob R., Sacramento, California

I’d always been hot for my friend, Noah. He’s really sexy and the sight of him never fails to turn me on. Any time I was around him, my clit throbbed and my panties got damp. He seemed to look at me with a similar lust, especially when he thought I wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t unusual to feel his gaze on my tits or ass whenever we were together.

It seemed like the only thing keeping Noah and me from hooking up was his girlfriend, Amy. Though he’d sneak glances at me, I knew he loved her, and I didn’t want to get between them. So, instead of spending nights in Noah’s arms, I spent them in my own bed, masturbating to thoughts of him and pretending my vibrator was his cock.

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My buddy Martin had been coming over to my apartment every Monday night during football season. Sabrina and I were just starting out at the time, and didn’t have much in the way of furniture. The only place in the living room to sit was on a loveseat Sabrina’s mother had given us, and on Monday nights the three of us crammed into it to watch the game.

Bored with the halftime show on one such night, we were flipping through channels and stumbled onto an adult station. When Sabrina got up to answer the phone, I scooted over to the arm of the loveseat to grab another beer from the cooler. Sabrina came back and plunked herself down between Martin and me. “It isn’t fair to make Martin watch this,” she said playfully. “He hasn’t gotten any in a while.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Besides,” I pointed out, “there’s nothing else to watch.”

On the screen, a gorgeous blonde with small but sexy breasts was taking on two guys at the same time. The scene was hot, and it grew quiet in the room. The blonde took one cock in her pussy, the other in her mouth, and then the boys switched. Sabrina sighed as she watched the guys fuck the porn star in several positions. Then Martin was the one to sigh while the men had a swordfight in the blonde’s mouth until they came. I knew it was odd that the three of us were sitting on the loveseat watching the x rated flick, but it was as if we couldn’t stop. Breathlessly, the three of us watched as the girl let her lovers’ combined loads dribble out of her mouth onto her breasts. When the scene ended, we turned back to the football game. We were quiet, but it was obvious that the movie had made an impression on us.

I was paying close attention to the TV, when Sabrina looked at my buddy’s lap and said, “Damn, Martin, you’re huge!” I turned to see my buddy wearing the blush of a ripened peach, and my wife smiling at me. “Martin has a hard on,” she announced. He must still be thinking about the porno scene.” She sidled up to me and whispered, “Is it okay if I check him out?”

I was a bit surprised, but not threatened. Sabrina and I are both quite secure in our love for each other, and we’d always wanted to incorporate a third into our randy world. “Go for it,” I said, squeezing her knee affectionately.

Sabrina was very slow and gentle. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper, and fondled his erection through his boxer shorts. She hadn’t been kidding about the size of his dick he had a good eight inches, which stood up beneath his underwear like a tent pole. Sabrina’s voice dropped low now. “Poor Martin, look how stiff he is.” She glanced back at me to see if I minded what she was doing, and then smiled when she saw me staring with avid interest. With his shorts stretched tight around his cock, she began to stroke it up and down. Sabrina gives great hand, and Martin slumped against the back of the loveseat, surrendering completely to her ministrations.

Sabrina let his cock poke through the hole in his underwear to finish him off. “So hard,” she cooed. “It’s okay, Martin. Let it go.”

Martin grunted, and come started shooting out of his cock. Sabrina pumped him dry, and then reached across me to grab some tissues from the box on the end table. She cleaned him up in a few seconds, and then carefully zipped up his fly. We watched the rest of the game as if nothing had happened. Sabrina snuggled up next to me I could feel her excitement, and I knew she could feel mine.

Martin left immediately after the game, and Sabrina attacked me in the living room, kissing me crazily. She wanted to fuck and let me know it, so I bent her over the back of the loveseat and yanked down her shorts and panties. She was already wet, and my cock slid right in.

We did it well into the morning hours, unable to get enough of each other.

Everything seemed casual the following Monday. Sabrina was in the shower when Martin came over, and we sat down to watch the game. Sabrina joined us a few minutes later, dressed in yoga pants and a skimpy t shirt that left her midriff bare, her blonde hair still damp as she bent to grab a beer from the cooler. “Slide over,” she told me, winking as she sat down between Martin and me. My cock was beginning to swell, and I could barely concentrate on the game.

About half an hour later, I glanced over and saw Sabrina’s hand on Martin’s leg. His hard on was showing through his pants, and she traced its bulge with the tip of her finger. Once again, conversation came to an abrupt halt. There was now a palpable excitement in the air, and Sabrina milked the anticipation for all it was worth, stretching like a contented cat. She waited another ten minutes, letting the suspense build before slipping her hand into her pants, releasing a soft moan as she began to play with herself.

Both Martin and I pretended not to notice, trying to focus on the television screen while my wife masturbated. It didn’t take very long for her to come Sabrina’s breathing deepened, and I could smell her pussy’s arousing scent. She gasped, and her body stiffened before she went limp, sighing in contentment.

After a few moments, she leaned over, snuggling her head against Martin’s shoulder and kissing his neck. She took his hand and guided it into her pants, moaning as his fingers found her pussy. I tried not to stare because I didn’t want to make Martin uncomfortable, but watching my wife do something so intimate with someone else was electrifying. I didn’t want her to stop.

“Take off your pants, Martin,” she whispered. Martin slid his trousers down to his ankles, and she took his dick into her mouth. Sabrina focused on the head, stroking the shaft with her fingertips and caressing his big balls. Being careful not to distract her, I slid her pants down over her hips, and slipped my hand down the back of her white cotton panties. Her behind was nice and smooth, the skin hot with her passion, and I reached down further to slide a finger into her wet pussy. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned around Martin’s dickhead. “That’s so good, Billy.”

I wiggled my finger inside her, withdrawing it only to nudge her little button, making her gasp. Sabrina rose and pulled her t shirt over her head, and then offered her bare breasts to Martin’s mouth. He pushed them together and ran the tip of his tongue from one hard nipple to the other and back again. Sabrina’s hands were in his hair. She had her eyes closed, and there was a half smile on her lips.

My cock was ready to burst. I slid down my shorts and underwear, pulled Sabrina’s panties aside, and pushed my dick into her sodden tunnel. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, kissing Martin with growing ardor as I moved in and out of her pussy. We could hear how wet she was as I plunged into her, and she bent once more to suck Martin’s cock. She meant business this time, taking him in as deep as she could, her head bobbing up and down as she blew him.

This was getting to be too much for me, and I pulled out only because I didn’t want to come too soon. Kneeling on the floor, I removed Sabrina’s pants and panties, watching her gobble up Martin’s rod. Then I positioned her on her knees on the loveseat with her pretty bottom in the air and leaned in to lick her slit. She came almost immediately, her ecstasy muffled by Martin’s cock in her mouth. I climbed up and slid my cock back into her pussy, slamming my hips against her beautiful ass.

The vibrations from her moaning drove Martin right over the edge, and he filled Sabrina’s mouth with come. She tried to swallow it all, but some dripped out of her mouth to slide down the side of his shaft. She swallowed and licked his cock clean. The sight was overpowering, and I groaned and let go inside her.

Things grew calm for a brief while. Sabrina went to the bathroom to freshen up, and Martin and I cracked open more beers. After a few moments, Sabrina returned and took her place between us. We relaxed and caught up on the progress of the game. Everything seemed perfectly normal and quite comfortable, despite the fact that we were all naked. Sabrina leaned over toward Martin and drank some of his beer, and they started to get cuddly. Sabrina has beautiful breasts, and Martin couldn’t help fondling them. The next time I glanced over, my wife and best friend were making out.

I found it fascinating to watch them together. Martin’s hands were roaming over Sabrina’s body as they kissed, exploring her breasts, her shoulders, her backside. I’d always suspected that he had a bit of a crush on her, and I certainly couldn’t blame him for it she’s as sexy as hell. He bent to suck her breasts, and Sabrina moaned in appreciation. I went and sat on top of the cooler to give them room, and also to get a better view. It was like watching a porno movie with my wife as the star only it was happening right in front of me!

Martin was on top of Sabrina now, kissing all over her face and down her neck. He squeezed her breasts together and sucked both of her nipples into his mouth at the same time. He spent a goodly amount of time on her boobs, gathering them in his hands, kissing and sucking them separately, and then together. Sabrina was writhing underneath him, and he moved his mouth slowly down over her belly.

My cock was standing straight up as I watched my wife responding to the attentions of another man with such enthusiasm. This was something I could not have imagined seeing, much less enjoying, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the two of them. Martin was just inches from Sabrina’s pussy, and she was panting in anticipation. Finally, he began kissing her moist flower, parting its petals with his fingertips. Sabrina moaned, her hips rising off the cushion. “Oh, Martin, eat my pussy,” she begged. “You’re driving me crazy!”

Martin flicked his tongue up and down her slit, making Sabrina gasp. Then he let his tongue dart in and out of her hole. He alternated between the two techniques until Sabrina was wild with lust. He played her like an instrument, backing off every time she neared orgasm. When he felt she’d had enough teasing, he slid a finger into her pussy and massaged the walls of her tunnel. At the same time, he began to suck on her clit with gentle rhythm. Sabrina cried out, and her body convulsed as she climaxed.

My hand snuck down to rub my cock. Martin couldn’t seem to get enough of Sabrina’s cunt, burying his face in her mound and kissing all over. He put his hands behind her knees, raising her legs, and began to tongue fuck her. Sabrina reached down to play with her clit, pumping her hips and moaning. With her other hand she teased her breasts, pinching the nipples, lost in the intense pleasure. Martin replaced his tongue with two fingers, and Sabrina worked her clit hard. Suddenly, she was coming again.

“Now it’s my turn to see how crazy I can make you,” Sabrina said to Martin. She sat him up and knelt on the floor between his legs. His cock was springing back and forth, and she smiled at me as she took hold of it. She cupped his balls and let her fingers slide up and down its sensitive underside, watching it quiver. “Mmm, that looks so delicious,” she mumbled, licking all over the bulging head. She wrapped her thumb and finger around the shaft, stroking it and kissing up and down the length at the same time.

I wanted to go over and shove my cock inside Sabrina’s box again, but having been satisfied once, I was able to wait and see what she’d do with Martin. She’d never looked so beautiful and sexy, and I stared at her in both love and lust.

Sabrina waited until Martin calmed down, and then took him back into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his swollen manhood before closing her lips over it, coasting down as far as she could before sliding back up to devour the head. She repeated this move over and over, until Martin could barely control himself, his hips thrusting upward to try to push in and out of her mouth faster. Sabrina kept him waiting, teasing him the same way he’d done with her, letting his anticipation build until he was a prisoner to her mouth.

“Calm down, big boy,” she said.

She turned to me with a question in her eyes. I winked at her, and with the most diabolical smile, she climbed up into Martin’s lap, straddling him. “What should I do with him, Billy?” she asked, not taking her eyes from his. “I think he wants to fuck me, but I don’t know if I should.” Her lips were brushing Martin’s with the lightest of kisses. “You do want to fuck me, don’t you?”

Her hips were grinding slowly, her wet slit sliding up and down against the underside of his cock. He was practically panting, and Sabrina kissed him again. “Tell me you want to fuck me, Martin,” she whispered. “Tell me how much you want to do it.”

Martin took her face in his hands, cupping her flushed cheeks. “Yes,” he said softly, “I want to fuck you.”

Sabrina kissed him again, her ass pumping wantonly as she rubbed against him. “I want your big dick in my pussy,” she said, “but you have to let me control it, or you’ll come too soon. Promise me you’ll let me control it. Promise me.”

Martin’s hands dropped to her breasts. “I promise,” he rasped, “I promise fuck me, baby.”

Sabrina rose higher, until her opening was poised just above the head of his cock. “Promise,” she moaned. No longer capable of speech, Martin nodded his head, and she sank slowly down, impaling herself on his rod. Both of them gasped. Martin massaged her breasts, licking and sucking the hard nipples, and she began moving up and down with his dick inside her.

Again I wanted so much to get some satisfaction of my own, but was too transfixed watching my beautiful wife the splendor of her body, the smallness of her waist, the arch of her spine as she glided up and down, and the pornographic motion of her amazing behind. “God, it feels so good,” she murmured. “I’m gonna come, Martin. Will you remember your promise if I come all over your cock?” Martin had barely nodded his head when Sabrina began bouncing in his lap, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. Martin’s hands slid around to hold on to her behind, and she rose up on her knees, lifting herself off him. “Steady,” she soothed, mussing his hair. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”

She let them both take a few deep breaths before lowering herself back onto him to resume their lovemaking. She shoved her chest into Martin’s face now and shook her titties against him as he struggled to get them in his mouth. Their union quickly escalated, their movements much more desperate and frantic. Sabrina slammed herself down on his cock, the backs of her thighs slapping against his hips. “You promised,” she gasped, arching her back as the wave crashed over her again. She went limp in his arms, holding his face between her breasts until she caught her breath, and then climbed off him with a smile. “You were true to your word,” she said, kissing him. “Now I’ll keep my promise!”

She knelt between his legs again. It was obvious that both Martin and I thought she would suck him off again and take his load in her pretty mouth, but Sabrina smiled wickedly at him and wrapped her tits around his shaft. “Oh, God,” he moaned as she began to move up and down.

“Do you like this?” she asked.

Martin wasn’t listening. He’d been able to keep his head for an impressive length of time, making sure Sabrina got what she wanted, and now he was beyond frustration. Sabrina took it slow, wanting to reward him for his patience. “Just relax, and leave everything to me,” she crooned, sliding her tits up and down around his cock. She licked at the pre come bubbling out of it and smiled at him. “God, you taste so good. You gonna give me some more?” She stuck out her tongue and flicked it over the head of his cock as she tit fucked him, and Martin began to moan. “Come on, baby, gimme it,” she coaxed.

After only a few more strokes, he was shooting come all over Sabrina’s face and tits while she laughed and licked up as much as she could. I couldn’t contain my lust anymore, and I walked over, jerking my cock. Sabrina turned to me just in time to catch a fresh load of come as it leapt out of me. She licked her lips and rubbed our combined loads into her breasts.

The football game was just ending by the time we all recovered, and we traded smiles as we reached into the cooler for drinks to quench our thirst. Sabrina wasn’t finished, however once she gets to a certain point she becomes insatiable and she got down on all fours on the floor and had Martin fuck her from behind, while she attacked my cock with fresh vigor. Free of his promises now, Martin fucked her nice and deep, making her moan around my dick. Sabrina came twice like that, and I filled her mouth with come directly afterward. Then Martin flipped her over on her back and gave it to her good and hard, making her quiver again before shooting in her pussy.

Sabrina kissed him good bye, and Martin and I slapped palms like sports heroes before he left for the night.

Sabrina and I were so hot for each other that we fucked until dawn, and I had her again as soon as we woke the next morning. Since then, Monday night has been a regular game for the three of us, even between football seasons.