Two Guys, a Girl, and a Threesome

She put her hand between her legs and stared back at me, her eyes glazing over as she bit her lip.

"I'm soaking wet," she said. "I've been needing to touch myself for hours and hours."

"Oh," I said again, aware that I sounded stupid but unable to think of anything else to say.

"Ever since we all came together last night," she said. "It made me want to cum again with your undivided attention."

Matt reached over and put his hand on her inner thigh while he drove, and I swallowed hard, unable to believe this was happening.

"You're not afraid to be a part of my orgasm are you Brad?" she asked, reaching out and taking my hand.

I felt the wetness on her fingers as she touched my hand, and my cock nearly tore through my jeans. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled my hand to her face and kissed it, before licking my fingers and then putting my hand on her inner thigh, right up against the heat of her womanhood.

"Hold me," she moaned, her own fingers pushing against her lips.

I watched mesmerized as she masturbated, my hand feeling her leg become more and more tense as she slowly worked her fingers through her wetness.

We rode like that for miles, in complete silence, Matt glancing over every so often with a grin while he held one of her thighs by the knee, seeing his best friend hold her other thigh just an inch from her wet hole while staring at her beautiful body.

Suddenly she stiffened.

"Hold my tits," she moaned. "Squeeze my tits when I cum."

Matt moved his hand and took one of her breasts in his fingers, and she looked at me and nodded, so I palmed the other one with my free hand. I lifted its warm weight and squeezed, squeezing her inner thigh with my other hand and she closed her eyes and started to tremble.

"Cumming!" she whimpered. "Cumming fuck!"

She spasmed and hunched forward, breathing heavily for several seconds, and then she leaned over and Matt turned his face and kissed her. As she leaned towards him, I pulled my hands back to myself, looking around and suddenly realizing that since it was daylight we could have been seen by other traffic.

Erica then turned to me with a grin.

"I need a good tongue kiss after I cum," she said.

She was suddenly up against me, and our mouths were pressed together, and her tongue was in my mouth as she held my neck. I put my hand on the bare skin of her back, and she moaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue as we kissed like lovers.

"Thanks," she said, leaning back in her seat. "I needed that."

She lifted the candle up and blew it out, and then wiggled back into her jeans and pulled her shirt down. I grinned as I looked through the windshield, feeling my hard cock press against the inside of my jeans with the up and down motion of the rental truck.

About an hour later it started to rain, and Matt turned on the wipers.

"I hope you're okay with all that," he said.

His wife was fast asleep, her head on my shoulder in the early evening darkness.

"Kind of surprised," I admitted. "But I certainly didn't hate it. Are you okay with it?"

"Oh hell yes," said Matt. "Erica and I like to share sometimes, and you hearing us the other morning really inspired her. She was hoping you'd watch us last night instead of just listen."

"Next time I will," I laughed. "If she ever wants that again."

That was settled an hour later, when we dropped her off at a hotel and Matt and I went across the street to gas up the truck. By the time we got back and got our bags out, she was standing at the lobby doors smiling at us.

"Something went right," Matt laughed as we approached her. "Either an enormous discount, or some other good news."

We pushed through the doors, and she took her bag from Matt with a wink.

"Follow me boys," she said.

Glancing at each other we followed her to the elevator, and on the third floor she led the way down the hall to the very end.

"Another set of adjoining rooms?" asked Matt with a grin, and I tried to look cool as I felt my cock twitch.

"No," she said swiping the key card and pushing the door open. "A great shower and two beds. There's no sense being shy with each other at this point is there?"

Matt and I stared at the shower, which was separate from the bathroom. It had four showerheads, which was appropriate since it was big enough for four people. It was also glassed in so that anyone on either of the beds would see anyone in the shower.

"Go get us some dinner," said Erica with a smile. "I have a desire to eat in tonight."

We made what was probably the fastest trip across the parking lot ever to the family style restaurant that was serving the last of the dinner crowd.

Matt and I took seats at the bar and we each ordered a beer while we looked over the menus, and we settled on a platter of chicken with plenty of biscuits and cottage fries, and several bottles of beer to go.

When the food was ready we went back across the parking lot, continuing to make small talk as if his wife hadn't made herself cum between the two of us just a little while earlier.

When we entered the room, we found the tv set to a sitcom rerun, and Erica on the bed wearing an oversized sweatshirt, with apparently nothing underneath it. Her hair was wet, and she was propped again the headboard smiling at us.

On top of the dresser the candle was burning.

"What did you get?" she asked. "I'm starving."

We passed out the food and ate in front of the television, the meal not unlike most of the ones I eat alone at home. I didn't have much of an appetite since my mind kept wandering to what had happened earlier, and to wondering what kind of show Erica had planned for me tonight.

I didn't have to wait long.

When dinner was about finished Erica got up and gathered all the trash and threw it away, before putting the remaining beer in the room's minifridge while keeping one for herself. As she moved around the room I couldn't help but notice that my earlier guess was correct.

She wasn't wearing any panties, and the way her breasts swayed under the sweatshirt made me pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra either.

She sat on the desk and opened the beer, and looked at the two of us.

"We've been talking about you a lot lately Brad," she said. "And so far, our guesses about you have been correct."

"Guesses about me?" I said, glancing from her to Matt.

"About how horny and lonely and willing you might be to play," she said, taking a long pull of beer.

I tried hard not to look up between her slightly parted legs which were eye level as she sat on the desk.

"Have I been that obvious?" I laughed.

"Erica's good at reading people," Matt grinned. "She has a sixth sense for zeroing in on sexual desire and availability."

"You guys are swingers, aren't you?" I asked with a sudden realization.

"We are," admitted Matt. "We're pretty selective about who we play with. It's never just about sex. We always want connection on another level as well."

"It just makes everything more intense that way," said Erica. "We always wanted to ask you to join us, but we wanted to wait until you were ready. The other night confirmed that you're not just horny, but you're curious and respectful. We already knew you were fun to spend time with."

"To be fair anyone would get horny looking at you Erica," I said.

"He's not wrong," laughed Matt. "I've had a boner all through dinner."

"Well it's time to clean that boner don't you think?" asked Erica with a wink.

"I could use a shower," said Matt.

"You guys will love it," she said. "The water pressure is great. Although I didn't have an audience when I took mine."

"So who showers first?" I asked.

"I'd like you to shower together," Erica said.

"Together?" I asked.

I was suddenly a little apprehensive. Being naked in front of Matt or seeing him naked was one thing. Watching him fuck her was certainly something I was hoping for. But I wasn't sure how I felt about sharing a shower with him.

"There's plenty of room for two in there," Erica laughed. "You won't have to touch each other. Unless you want to. Besides after you both saw me cum this afternoon you boys owe me."

"I'm game," Matt said, standing up and starting to undress. "Do whatever you're comfortable with Brad."

I watched as Matt went around the corner and then reappeared in the oversized shower stall, turning on the water and then adjusting the temperature.

This was definitely outside of my comfort zone, but I'd crossed other lines on this trip, and it wasn't like I'd be standing any closer to him here than I would have if we showered at the gym.

Erica was watching Matt as he played with the water, turning on the different showerheads and adjusting their intensity and angles. I stood and went around the corner, stripping and leaving my clothes on the floor, before stepping into the shower with Matt.

Through the clear glass I saw Erica give a playful hop in the bed and clap her hands, and I couldn't help but grin as she moved the rolling desk chair closer and sat down right on the other side of the glass grinning at us.

"I think your wife expects a show," I said to Matt.

"She's a voyeur," Matt laughed. "She'd be excited to see anyone naked. And she's been wanting to see your cock for years."

I began to soap my chest, realizing that the water pressure was so good that I probably could have enjoyed this shower no matter who was in it with me.

"I need to get a shower like this once we get settled," Matt said with his eyes closed, letting the water pound against his neck.

"This is amazing," I agreed. "And the view is amazing as well."

Matt opened his eyes and saw what I was looking at. On the other side of the glass Erica had spread her legs and was dragging her index finger up and down along her cunt lips.

Matt gave her a thumbs up and I saw that his cock was thicker than it had been a moment earlier. I kept staring at Erica and her fingers as I washed myself, seeing Matt's cock become fully erect out of my peripheral vision.

"She is off the charts horny tonight," said Matt. "And it's contagious. The hornier she gets, the hornier it makes me."

"I can see that," I laughed.

I was completely surprised that I wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest to be standing in a shower with another man who had a boner, and when I glanced at it I suddenly felt my own cock flex as it started to pump full of blood.

I was even more surprised that it was happening, and that I didn't feel awkward about it. The more I thought about it the faster I got hard, and I realized that it was a good thing I was comfortable with it, because I couldn't have stopped it even if I wanted to.

At that moment Erica knocked on the glass to get our attention, and we saw she was standing up. As we watched she pulled her sweatshirt off and threw it on the desk, before pushing her breasts together and pressing them against the glass.

"I guess the horniness really is contagious tonight," Matt laughed as he noticed my erection.

"I hope that this is okay," I said. "I'm kind of going along but if you say the word I'll get out of here and go for a walk or get my own room."

"Do what makes you comfortable," Matt said, rinsing off. "But we've talked about this. We're comfortable with anything that happens in here tonight."

He slid the shower door open and stepped out and started to dry himself.

"Anything," he said as he slid the door closed.

I turned back to look at Erica and she was in the chair again, with her legs spread and as I watched she grinned at me and spread her pussy lips, running her finger over them and then pointing at my cock.

I had the distinct feeling that I might have the opportunity to do more than just watch tonight.

I turned the water off and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading into the room, where I saw that Matt and Erica were on the bed, the two of them side by side as they kissed each other passionately.

His cock was as hard as mine was, and as I watched him run his hands around Erica's body she moaned and pressed herself against him.

I pulled the desk chair to the foot of the bed and sat down, watching as they touched each other and kissed, feeling my cock throb with need. I resisted the urge to grab it and stroke. I might end up making myself cum tonight, but I wanted to wait and know for sure that my hand was my only option.

After several minutes Erica pushed Matt onto his back and sat up on the bed. They were both flushed and breathing heavily and looking right at me.

"Isn't this better than just listening?" Erica grinned.

"Oh hell yes," I agreed.

"Why listen when you can watch?" asked Matt.

"And why watch when you can help?" asked Erica, winking at me.

She bent her head down and licked the tip of Matt's cock, and it throbbed as she swirled her tongue around the tip. She put her hand around the base and looked at me again. She was on her knees and she lifted her ass she as she licked his cock again.

"Touch me Brad," she said softly. "Let me feel your fingers."

I leaned closer to her and put my hand on her perfect ass, and I realized my hand was shaking. She was the first person I'd touched sexually since my wife, and I was as nervous as a virgin. She looked over her shoulder and winked at me, and with a sudden need I pushed my fingers around her leg and put them against her crease.

"Fuck yes," she whispered.

She lowered her face to her husband's cock and took it in her mouth, pushing her head all the way forward to take him all the way, and he pushed up off the mattress as she cupped his balls and sucked.

I pushed my fingers up into her, marveling at how wet her slippery heat was, loving the way she pushed back against my exploring fingers.

Before long she turned around and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the bed as Matt got up and pushed his cock into her from behind.

She closed her eyes and moaned, her nails digging into my arm as I settled on the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a bit unfocused as she moaned again, her fingers hefting my balls and causing me to gasp.

She bent down and I could feel her hot breath on my cock, and she nuzzled her nose against me and worked her way down to my balls, her mouth and tongue wet and hot against me as she began to lick my sensitive nuts.

"Oh jeezus fuck," I moaned, tensing up.

She looked up into my eyes and kept licking, and my cock pulsed with need as she did. I was so hard that my cock actually hurt, and I began to worry that I might cum just from her tongue on my balls.

I concentrated on holding back my orgasm as Matt started to fuck her faster, and her mouth smacked into my balls as she took his thrusts, moaning in rhythm with the pounding she was getting.

"Gawd I love your cock," she groaned.

I wasn't sure which of us she was talking to, but I was too busy watching and trying to hold myself together to respond anyway.

"You're so fucking wet," Matt said, slapping her ass. "You need all the cock you can get tonight, don't you?"

"I do!" she said. "I do! I need it all!"

She sucked my balls into her mouth, and I moaned, grabbing her head to hold it still, afraid that I was too close to the edge.

"Are you close?" she gasped, looking up at me.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry," I told her. "It's been too long since I've had this. I can't last much longer."

She pulled away from both of us and crawled off the bed.

"Let me help," she said with a grin.

She went to the dresser and got the ice bucket, and pulling her sweatshirt back on she grabbed one of the passkeys and went out the door. Matt sat back on his side of the bed, and I couldn't help but smile at the two of us sitting there with our cocks sticking up in the air.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked me.

"I'm having the best night I've had in years," I grinned. "As long as you're okay with all this."

"I'm loving it," he laughed. "We're just getting started."

The door opened, and Erica returned, pulling the plastic liner from the ice bucket and holding it like an ice pack. She pushed it against my cock and balls, and I yelled in shock, laughing and jumping at the cold.

"There," she said, almost to herself. "That's calming things down a bit."

"I'm not sure how I'll explain frost bite on my dick," I laughed.

She pushed the liner back into the ice bucket and pulled her sweatshirt off, grinning at us both.

"Shall we resume?" she asked.

She bent over and took Matt into her mouth, sucking him back to full hardness before turning her attentions to me and my now soft cock.

"Will you fuck me, Brad?" she whispered. "Once I make you hard again will you put it inside me?"

I looked over at Matt and he nodded at me with a grin.

"Hell yes," I moaned as she wrapped her hand around my balls again.

She took my limp cock into her mouth and sucked, and the contrast of the ice to her hot and sucking mouth was startling. Within seconds I felt myself getting stiff. It didn't take long until I was hard as a rock again, her lips and tongue making me wonder what it would be like to be sucked to completion by her.

"I need you inside me," she whispered.

She moved up my body, positioning herself over my cock and with a sudden plunge she took me inside her body, her tight cunt stretching around me as we both moaned.

"Fuck I love cock," she moaned. "I love it so much."

Her hips were moving up and down in a steady rhythm, and I rocked with her, unable to believe I was inside a woman for the first time in years.

And not just any woman.

My best friend's wife.

The bed shifted and I saw Matt rise up behind her as she rode me and kiss the back of her neck. She moaned and reached behind her before leaning forward and putting her breasts against my mouth.

I felt something against my balls and realized it was the head of Matt's cock, and then he pushed it against my own erect cock and I suddenly understood what Erica wanted, and what was about to happen.

A few hours ago I would have turned down any offer that brought another cock close to my own.

I'd have honestly declared that I had no interest in anything like this. But in that moment, with her cunt around my cock and her tits in my face and a dull need for release aching in my balls I was not only agreeable to what was about to happen, I fucking wanted it.

With a growl Matt pushed forward, and his cock slid along my own as he pushed up into his wife's cunt, my throbbing cock feeling the unique sensation of another hard cock rubbing against it inside her warm hole.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world our bodies took over and we all started to rock together. Matt held her hips as he pushed in and out of her, and she moved against me, her cunt and his cock providing me with the most erotic friction I'd ever experienced.

She lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed, her tongue licking against mine as I moaned with her, our three bodies connected in passion and lust.

I felt Matt's balls slapping against my own and I grabbed Erica's breasts, holding them tight as she grunted with the pressure of two throbbing cocks in her at once.

I was suddenly aware of how close my orgasm was, and I knew that without disengaging from them I'd never hold it off.

"I can't last like this," I panted. "I need a break or I'm going to cum."

"Just cum," Erica moaned into my ear. "Let us feel your load, Brad. We want your hot load."

Her words were too much, and I pushed up into her as deep as I could and felt the familiar tugging in my balls.

"I'm gonna cum," I said hoarsely.

Matt slowed down his thrusts, pushing long and slow along my hard cock, and someone cupped my balls.

I hung for just a moment between control and orgasm, and then fell over the edge as my cock started to spasm, pumping hot cum out into the cunt of my friend's wife.