Three’s a crowd. A sexy, sexy crowd.

We all froze, trapped in a moment of sheer shock and surprise. It might have been a little less awkward if Erin’s tongue wasn’t still parting my pussy lips and buried in my snatch.

Now, you might think that being caught, naked, in my first ever sapphic experience by my husband, essentially cheating on him with my best friend, would have quickly dampened my libido. But you’d be wrong. In fact, if Erin had moved her tongue even the tiniest bit I probably would have come again right then. Perhaps that heightened arousal–a lust-filled clarity if you will–was the reason I recovered first.

Moving carefully so as not to accidentally kick my best friend, I slid from under the wet spray of the shower and moved across the cold tile floor toward my husband, my naked body blazing as his eyes refocused on me. I could see their hunger, their primal desire, their need. And despite the fact that his gaze never left my jiggling boobs and swaying hips, I knew that some of the heat I felt coming from him was stoked by another woman, perhaps for the first time. I certainly couldn’t blame him. She’d definitely lit my flame, one that was still burning strong and pushing me to take yet another step on my sexual journey, this time pulling the two people I loved the most along with me.

I opened my arms as I drew close to my husband and stood on my toes so I could give him a soft, loving kiss on his cheek. My belly pushed against him and I could feel his hardness struggling to stay inside his pants, “Welcome home, honey,” I said and then moved my lips until they were touching his. This finally initiated a reaction and his mouth swamped mine in a wild, passionate kiss, his dick shoved so hard into my stomach that it almost hurt.

When he pulled away, his mind had finally rebooted enough to begin a response, but I placed a finger against his mouth and quieted him before he began.

“No limits. No regrets. Remember?”

He looked me directly in my eyes, searching for any hint of hesitancy. Finding none, a grin began to spread across his stubbled face and he nodded with a firm tilt of his head.

“Excellent,” I purred, and dropped my hand down to the front of his pants. It was more of a struggle than usual to pull down the zipper of his pants, but when I finally got it opened and fished his cock free, he groaned so loudly I was afraid he was going to cum right then. But with what I’m sure was a supreme effort, he held back as I wrapped my fingers around his fat fuck stick. It felt giant in my palm. I don’t know that I’d ever felt him this aroused before, his blood-engorged prick pulsing to the beat of his pounding heart, lewdly on display as one of our closest friends watched. “Now, I believe one of your texts mentioned me kneeling naked on the floor, waiting for your cock when you got home? I hope you don’t mind if I offer an alternative instead?”

Turning to Erin, using my hand which currently wasn’t full of my husband’s dick, I crooked my pointer finger at her, inviting her to come closer. A sultry grin on her face, she obeyed, falling to her hands and knees and slowly crawling her way across our bathroom floor like a slutty harem **** coming to please her master. I’m sure James enjoyed the show, her firm tits hanging and swaying like perfectly ripe fruit, with her round ass acting as counterbalance, but I marveled at how easy she made sexy look. Every movement in complete control, every motion designed to elicit passion and lust. I doubted I could crawl like that and look so good, especially while naked. I could, however, admire a professional at work.

Erin paused for a few moments when she reached our feet. Climbing to her knees, she silently checked for any last second objections and then, hearing none, wrapped her pretty lips around the head of my husband’s raging erection.

“Oh fuck,” James muttered. A shiver ran through his entire body. We’d been together since we were teenagers and the only blowjobs he’d ever received had been provided by me. This was the first time another woman had touched his dick, so I couldn’t blame him for enjoying it so much.

My best friend started bobbing her blond head, moving just a little bit further down his shaft each time, until I could feel the breath from her nostrils hitting my fingers. As I watched her inhale his pole, I delved into my feelings, searching to find any hints of jealousy at another woman pleasuring my husband, but all I found was pleasure. I _liked _the idea of sharing my husband with Erin, liked the idea of watching him fuck my best friend, liked the idea that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t be the only person we’d invite into our sexual exploration. In fact, it made me hornier than fuck.

I moved my hand from James’ cock and slid my fingers into Erin’s wet, blonde locks, moving with her as she slid it deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. At first I just let it rest there, carried by her motions, but then I felt my husband’s hands as they found my full titties grabbing them with a forcefulness that made me gasp with delighted pain. As he mauled my sensitive chest, crushing my swollen nipples back into the soft flesh of my breasts, I began to urge Erin with light pressure against the back of her head. I didn’t stop even when she began gagging when her lips reached a little more than halfway to his semen-filled balls.

Nor did she seem to want me to stop.

Her blue eyes blazed as she spread her legs to gain more purchase on the slippery floor, rested her hands on James’ muscular thighs, and loosened her jaw as much as she could. With my hand guiding her, she sucked down a bit more meat with each stroke, his thick cockhead gliding past her gag reflex with insistent pressure. And then, with one final push, I watched his dick disappear all the way down her throat.

My best friend had accomplished something I’d been hoping and aiming for: to deepthroat James’ penis. I’d gotten close enough to smell the heady musk from his balls, but Erin had her nose buried in his pubis and lips wrapped around his root. Alright, now I’m fucking jealous, I though without rancor.

She held there for a full fifteen seconds, gazing up at both of us with a wild look. When she couldn’t hold it any, she pulled back until she could draw in gulping breaths, bridges of saliva leading from James’ foreskin to the corners of her mouth.

Erin was about to dive back in but James made her stop. With a few grunts, he made his reasons known.

“Both. Of. You.”

I didn’t even hesitate. Seconds later, I was also on my knees, imitating my friend’s penitent pose, like two worshipers ready to devote their entire beings to the beautiful, hunk of a man–and his raging hardon–before us. I took position to my husband’s right while Erin slid to the left, and we came together in the middle, our wet, naked bodies coming together in a glorious union of lewdness. We wrapped our arms around each other, our tits once again sinking together in an indescribably erotic encounter.

The only parts of our bodies that were unable to meet in the middle were our mouths, stopped by the inescapable girth of James’ cock. We double-teamed him as if we’d been doing it together for years, licking up and down our own sides of his shafts, our tongues occasionally meeting by happenstance. When they did, we would always pause and spend a little extra time fencing with our pink tips, dragging them along his soft skin. I took a quick glance up during one of these dick-filled make out sessions and saw a broad smile on his face. Because what man wouldn’t enjoy watching two beautiful, busty women kissing around his cock while receiving a double blowjob?

There was no way James was going to last long with both of us working our magic on him, and a few minutes after we began I felt him tense up. Erin recognized the signs too and leaned back, presenting herself as a prime target for his orgasm.

“Give it to me,” she pleaded, doe-eyes begging him like a little girl. “I want you to cover me with your cream. I haven’t had any in so long. Please! Coat me with your jizz!”

Always a good hostess, I gave our guest exactly what she wanted. I took my husband’s dick and pointed it toward her, giving it a final few strokes before he exploded all over her. I’m not going to give a shot-by-shot analysis of exactly what happened as his cock hosed Erin down in dick-juice, but suffice it to say that she got her wish to be coated as James released a record-setting amount of cum onto her naked body. By the end, it was dripping off of her in no less than seven places and she was looking supremely satisfied.

Somehow, that made her look even sexier.

But apparently, James wasn’t close to finished. Not even bothering with a post-nut glow, he stripped out of his clothes and pulled both of us ladies to our feet. With a less than playful slap to our rear ends, he turned us toward the door and pushed us forward.

“Bedroom. Now.”

And like two obedient sluts we jumped at his command and hurried out of the bathroom, eager to play some more.