The Thai takeout was getting cool on the kitchen counter. The chilled bottle of Gewurtraminer was getting warm. And Jeff and I were getting off.

Our action was almost as hot as the lingering mid-September heatwave; side by side on the living room carpet, sucking each other synchronously. This was our favorite position, and we did it pretty regularly, knowing just how to bring each other to quick simultaneous orgasm.

After stuffing our mouths with each other's noodles, we bolted down a couple glasses of wine each, the acid breaking up the cum coating our mouths, and stuffed our mouths with Pad Thai noodles. With the heatwave about to break, and a much cooler, fall-like forecast for the upcoming week, we had decided to get out on the town and say farewell to summer.

We were entering new territory, having only ever been "together" during summertime. Our initial encounter together had been several summers ago, an unexpected blowjob swap in the back of a (non-adult) movie theater. More recently, we'd spent the past two summers as constant companions, with a nine-month gap between as we finished our senior years at different colleges. Now we'd graduated, and had jobs, and were continuing our relationship beyond the sweaty confines of summer.

I say "relationship," because it was something more than just being best friends. It might sound like a number of relationships I'd had with women, in the sense that we spent most of our free time together and also had sex whenever we felt like it, but it was definitely less on the touchy-feely side. No staring into each other’s eyes over candlelit dinners while we held hands across the table. No cuddling on the couch watching rom-coms. No long makeout sessions (we only ever kissed when one of us actually had the other’s dick inside him). And Jeff was certainly not interested in long talks about our feelings. We barely talked about our status at all.

Most of our time together was spent watching sports on TV, going to bars, riding bicycles, playing golf and tennis, hitting the swimming pool, just ordinary best-guy-friend stuff. Plus regular blowjobs and buttfucks whenever we felt like it. I had no complaints.

Anyway, we headed downtown and hit a sports bar for a while, and then Jeff dragged me to a nearby strip club. I admit I enjoyed the show more than I expected. Although I enjoyed all the contact I'd been getting with Jeff's body these last three months, there was still something about the curves and jiggles of the female form that captivated me.

The gyrating naked women, and Jeff’s comments about what he’d like to do to them, were getting me worked up. Maybe I was craving variety after twelve weeks of Jeff’s dick, Jeff’s dick and more of Jeff’s dick. Anyway, I could already feel a little precum dampening a spot on my underwear. We were both pretty horned up. Knowing that later on I’d be getting even more of - you guessed it - Jeff’s dick, I started dropping hints that we should head out soon so we could get started.

As we were finishing up our drinks, Jeff slammed his empty glass on the table and declared, “We should go pick up some chicks.”

“What? You don’t just go ‘pick up chicks,' dumbshit. It doesn’t work that way. It's not like there's vending machine full of women just waiting to go home with you."

“I’ve known lots of guys who will decide to go out and pick someone up, and they always bring a girl home.”

"I know guys like that too. Have you seen them?" I chided. "They are not us.”

“It’s all about having the right attitude, man. Being confident.”

“Oh really? And how many times have you ever taken a woman home from a bar?”

“Never say never.”

“You just said never, times two. Which is exactly correct.”

“I’m still telling you, it’s all in the attitude. You just have to want it enough.”

“Well, I’m sure you want it enough. So do I, maybe. But that still doesn’t make it happen.”

“Aww, come on. Let’s go to …” I must have made a face at the mention of the area's cheesiest nightclub. “Oh, don’t give me that look. It's like a vending machine with chicks! The place is always crawling with hotties."

“Sure it is. Hot babes looking for guys hotter than us.”

“All it takes is one, you know.”

“You mean two.”

“Or one! We can share!” Slyly he added, "We've done that before, you know".

"And how did that turn out, by the way?"

In fact, the last time either one of us had sex with a woman had been a threesome with Jeff's last girlfriend Tammi, at the beginning of the summer. Although I certainly enjoyed aspects of the experience - not least because she was smoking hot - she was really cucky about the whole thing, in a way that I thought was degrading to him. Ultimately, the encounter made Jeff realize Tammi didn't respect him, and that ended their relationship. I felt almost as guilty as turned-on by the memory.

Almost.

"Well yeah, sure, we broke up. But I don't have anyone to break up with now, so what do we have to lose? I'd say it turned out great anyway. Especially for you. You got to bang my cheerleader girlfriend right in front of me, and I got to blow you in front of her. That’s winning all around. I don't feel bad about it, why should you? Besides, we can find somebody better than Tammi."

"Really?" I asked skeptically. "That is not the place I would look for women of quality."

"C'mon, it'll be fun.”

“Okay, fine,” I relented, realizing he was going to get his way on this.

“Half an hour is all I ask,” he added.

“Yeah, right," I muttered, wondering how much longer than that we'd actually be there.

"What’s that?"

"Yeah, let's go!" I exclaimed more loudly, but sarcastically.

Electronic music was pumping as we got there, and despite myself I felt my body swaying to the beat. I couldn’t help surveying all the hot women in there, and maybe even spotted one or two eyeing me. Or us. Still, I felt sure we wouldn’t be bringing anyone extra home with us. No way hell was going to freeze over on a sultry night like this.

As I set my drink down on the table, Jeff placed his hand on my back and pushed me towards the crowded dance floor. “Cmon, let’s get ourselves out there."

We squeezed our way into the writhing mass of flesh, bumping against male and female bodies alike. More than once I found myself dancing in front of a beautiful lady, yelling small talk to hear each other over the din, or just smiling at each other. It did feel invigorating.

Hey, maybe something could happen.

Hey, maybe monkeys could fly out of my butt.

After a while, I noticed Jeff been talking to one woman for a couple of minutes. I worked my way over to them and was surprised to see that I knew her too; my college friend Beth. It looked as if they already knew each other, which seemed odd. She had gone to my college, not his.

“You two know each other?” I asked Jeff.

They exchanged a look that told me they knew each other, all right.

In other words, both of us had slept with her.

Beth requires some explanation. I had never known her to date anyone. Maybe once every few months she'd sleep with a guy, but that was it. I knew this because we had taken a number of classes together and had become longtime friends. Even so, it was somewhat surprising that she would confide in a guy about her infrequent exploits, but she did. These rare few men got to fulfill their wildest dreams for a night. Bondage, watersports, spanking, pegging, public sex under the basketball bleachers: she'd done it all, even though she had probably not slept with more than fifteen guys during college - and never the same guy twice.

Most women seem to have a "type", or maybe a few preferred types of guys. With Beth, it was a completely different kind of guy every time. It was as if she wanted sample every type - once. While she was at it, she'd also sample whatever kind of kinky sex they dreamed of.

In my senior year, I'd been lucky enough to become part of her "sample." I wasn't sure what made her pick me that horny night - after all, for me, every night was horny - but she indulged my desires as no woman had: fucking in several positions that I hadn't done before, spanking each other's asses, exchanging lots of oral sex, and even eating my cum out of both her mouth and her pussy. Not as wild as a lot of her conquests, I suppose, but that night covered a bunch of stuff I'd wanted to try with women and hadn’t managed to.

Then the following week, it was as if nothing had changed. Our friendship was exactly the same as before. That was Beth for you.

It didn't take long to figure out how she knew Jeff too. I remembered that Beth had transferred to my school for sophomore year; only now did I realize it was Jeff’s school where she’d gone as a freshman.

And although I hadn’t realized it was the same Beth, I already knew the story of their encounter. He’d told it to me because it had been his first time with a woman. He had never since met a woman as enthusiastic in bed. Heck, neither had I. Nice for him that he'd had such a good teacher.

As we caught up on each other's post-college lives, Beth asked about our relationship statuses. We each said we’d been hanging out with someone for a couple of months, but nothing too serious.

“That’s convenient timing for both of you. Lots of double dates then?”

“Well, not exactly,” we both replied, maybe exchanging a sheepish look.

Beth’s eyes nearly exploded. Open wide, they darted back and forth and her finger pointed to one of us and then the other. “Wait, wait, wait a minute. You’re going out with EACH OTHER?”

“Well, I don’t know what you'd call it…” replied Jeff.

"Okay, I get it," Beth replied slyly. "Duly noted." Speaking behind her hand conspiratorially, she added, "But if you’re looking for a third guy for a threesome, you are definitely in the wrong bar.”

We all laughed.

“Well, since I have been with both of you - I mean, that's obviously not a secret at this point - let me just say I would not have called that one.” she said. "I’m a little sorry we women are losing two guys as good you.”

“Who says you’re losing us?” Jeff demanded.

“Oh, be still my throbbing...” she stammered.

She grabbed one of each of our hands, pulled herself closer and breathed into both our ears, “You still like women?” We nodded. Mischievously she added, "What a foolish assumption. I hope there's some way I can convince you to forgive me," she cajoled, coaxing us out to the dance floor as a pumping dance number started up.

She bumped hips alternately with each of us, frequently touching our hands or otherwise making physical contact. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it sure was sensual. It was too loud to talk for a few minutes, but Beth’s eyes spoke volumes. She clearly wanted to seduce us. And we wouldn't require much convincing.

The hot track wound down, and the DJ mixed it into a slow-dance number. As couples started replacing singles and groups on the floor, Beth implored, “Let’s stay out here,” and pulled us towards her, one on each side of her hips, forming a triple. Soon we were swaying together as a tripod, her arms around both of our waists. We caught a few glances from other couples, and maybe even a smile (approving? envious?) here or there. If only they could actually see our rock-hard cocks pressed into her hips in the darkness!

Being in an urban dance bar just down the street from several gay bars, maybe our behavior wasn’t really that shocking. In any event, no one hassled us, or really even appeared to be openly staring.

Beth turned to face Jeff, her pelvis grinding hard against his meat. The pole of the tent in my pants found the gap between her cheeks as we swayed together. I ground myself against her in time with the music, as if I'd already slipped into her from behind.

Then she turned to face me, Jeff getting his turn with her backside. We both placed our hands on her hips, his over mine, all three of us grinding together. She pulled our heads close so we could both hear her murmur, “Joe, did I ever tell you about my two or three nights of the month?"

She had. Apparently a couple nights a month she felt an overpowering sexual urge, usually for someone novel and different. It wasn't every month that she'd cave to it, but that's when her encounters happened.

I nodded. She breathily whispered, "Tonight is one of those nights. And I'd like to right a wrong."

"What do you mean?" we both inquired. Jeff's hands had wrapped themselves around the front of her waist as he continued to gyrate against her ass to the music.

"I actually had two guys at once before. But they were so scared of accidentally touching each other, it was like two separate encounters at once. It was kind of sad.”

Jeff replied, "Oh, I don't think we'll have that problem," grinning as he slid his hand downward a few inches, grinding the back of it against my cock, pressing his fingers into her crotch and moving them around. He must have found her clit, because she moaned and swooned. At the same time, I moved one of my hands down behind her ass to work on his cock. This drove her even wilder.

“Okay, boys, enough teasing. We need to go. Now."

We stumbled down the street leaning into each other, drunk more from hormones than from alcohol, to my car a couple blocks away. I drove, letting Beth and Jeff have the back seat. They were kissing before I even got the car started, and soon enough he had her blouse open and her soft white globes exposed, strobing at me in the rearview mirror under each passing streetlight. First with Jeff’s mouth all over them, then swaying above the seat as she went down on him.

Fortunately, she took her mouth off him long enough to give me the gate code to enter her parking garage. I could hear him getting close to coming as I parked. I opened the back door on the driver’s side, where Jeff was sitting. She offered his cock to me and I knelt on the door sill to finish the job. “Oooh, that is so fucking hot,” she hissed, sitting up and watching, her fingers under her skirt and in her panties. “Suck that dick. Take his load, right now!"

He writhed and moaned, coming right away as he ran his fingers through my hair. I made a show of swallowing his pearly treasure, to Beth's wide eyes. She then bent down to lick Jeff clean, my hands reaching across to work on her soft breasts. I remembered how awesome tits are, and how much I was missing them.

We ran upstairs, Jeff's fly hanging open and Beth's knockers hanging out of her still partly-open blouse. Once inside her studio apartment, Jeff and I turned our full attention to her, two mouths roaming all over her neck, earlobes, and of course the generous acreage of those big naturals. Almost in unison our tongues circled the pink racetracks around her nipples. She then put her hands on the sides of those melons, squeezing them together tightly and forcing two nipples and two writhing tongues together. No paranoia from us about our tongues touching.

We pulled down her skirt and panties, lips now roaming around her hips, ass and pussy area. But lacking good access to her lower treasures while standing, we raced to her bed. She laid back, Jeff performing more work on her tits as I crawled between her legs.

It was my first taste of twat in months, and it was even better than I’d remembered. As much as I'd enjoyed the taste of Jeff's cock and his man-cream over the past few months, maybe I'd lost sight of how good pussy is too. Tangy and sweet, with juicy insides, squishy meat and a fuzzy outside. Is it any wonder pussies remind me of peaches - and vice versa?

A shadow passed over my subconscious as it pondered that I might someday have to choose. I liked both! I pushed the thought away, and re-focused on enjoying the cunt that was literally in my face right now.

Beth declared the foreplay activities over and had me lie on my back. Although she usually indulged guys in whatever crazy fantasies they wanted to fulfill, this rare event of being with the same guy a second time - times two - was, for once, clearly about her unmet desires.

She climbed aboard and impaled herself on my implement. As Beth's wet walls enveloped me, I was thrilled at the privilege of a return visit. She had a wonderful body, by the way; short, with wide hips, a bit larger than average but not really overweight. And she had fantastically soft, pliant - I guess some fools would dismiss them as saggy - large breasts, marbled with veins and capped with impossibly large areolae and dark pink nipples. I couldn’t think of a better reintroduction to women’s bodies after my long abs(tin)ence from them.

She bent down, those big hangers in my face, and I suckled them for all I was worth while I moved in her. She beckoned Jeff over, and soon she was sucking his semi-hard willie, inches above my face. She let it pop out of her mouth, giggling as it landed on my lips. Naturally, I opened up and gave my friend a suck, Beth murmuring her approval.

The excitement got to me, and I came all too soon, Jeff’s tool still in my mouth as I injected a huge load into her wet cave. Knowing how much she (and I) had enjoyed my licking my own cum out of her our first time togther, I quickly spun around, slipped my head beneath her hips, clamped my mouth-lips onto her cunt-lips, and slurped everything out. Peaches and cream.

After a minute, I could feel Jeff gingerly licking my cock clean of man- and woman-juice, knowing from experience how to do it without overstimulating me. Having now gotten her mostly cleaned up too, I wrapped my lips around her little clit and fleshy labia, jamming my tongue as far as it would go into her pussy. She was sitting upright at this point, grinding like crazy, my nose getting pushed up into her ass crack.

I boldly decided to explore that clean, hairless ass crack with my tongue. She bent back down, giving me access to swirl back and forth between both her holes, and I felt her mouth on the underside of cock, on my balls ... and then I felt a warm sensation as she dropped a big mouthful of spit below my balls, and let it run down to my hole. First I’d been licking her asshole, then she was licking mine. Next, I felt a feminine fingertip swirling it around the hole. Then pressing up against it. Then sliding in.

I heard a brief slurping sound that must have been Beth fluffing Jeff a bit, then "Put it in him for me." Now Jeff's hard cock pressed against my aperture, with just exactly the right speed and pressure to ease his way in without much pain. Felt great, as always, but it was even better with Beth's pussy glued to my face.

I got hard again pretty quickly. Apparently satisfied with a couple minutes of her closeup view of our Jeff's and my anal coupling, while still rubbing herself all over my face she directed Jeff to come around and fuck her from behind. As her mouth returned to my cock yet again, I felt his warm cylinder of flesh pushing between my lips and her delicious pussy.

Jeff's rod worked its way past my mouth lips and Beth’s lady-lips into her hot hole, until his balls were pressed against my nose. I turned my head back to lick them, getting a moan out of him.

I already knew from experience that it could take her a long time to cum. No wonder she wanted to do a threesome with two guys "right". Two guys' attention might be what it took to get her off sometimes.

Although enjoying the occasional slip of Jeff's cock out of Beth’s canal and into my mouth, I tried to keep most of my oral attention focused on her, and between her clit and labia I had plenty to work on. Soon her sounds became louder and higher from all the stimulation. I started to knead her hanging breasts, which had been dragging their points back and forth across my belly, cupping them and squeezing the nipples. Meanwhile, Jeff drove in and out of her and I kept a rhythm going with my tongue, alternating between sucking her clit, and licking around her labia and the pumping shaft of Jeff’s plunger - all in time with his movements inside her.

Her sounds got higher and louder as I did this, until she finally came in a long spasm, her body breaking out in a sweat and some extra woman-juice bathing my tongue.

She didn't come down from her high much though, still whining and moaning as Jeff and I maintained our ministrations. Breathlessly she implored me to flip around again so she could impale herself on me.

Except she didn't want Jeff to pull out. She wanted us both in her at once. It was a bit tricky maneuvering, but we figured it out. Jeff pulled out briefly and I entered her from below, then he slowly eased himself in behind me.

It was marvelous. Of course I'd enjoyed cock-to-cock contact with him many times by now - but not inside the confines of a warm, generously lubed vagina. We maintained a relaxed but irregular rhythm, as three bodies tried to move together and two cocks tried to share the same orifice. I savored every second.

Beth still hadn't dropped below eight-tenths orgasm, her head tossing, her hair (and tits) flailing wildly now at the sensation of double penetration in a single hole, and she seemed to be rising towards another one. Finally Jeff could take no more, his cock spasming against mine and putting a little more fluid into her pipe.

Beth started trembling in a second (or continuation of the first?) orgasm, forcing Jeff's shriveling cock out of her, and leaving me alone inside her pussy, which was now contracting in spasms as she came, fluids dribbling out of her and down my balls and thighs. Cooing, she kissed me gently, rocking her hips more slowly as she came down. She still seemed to be enjoying herself, so we kept going until I finally came, adding a few squirts to the flood of fluids dripping down my balls.

Beth eventually climbed off, laying between us and kissing us both, and said, "Now THAT is how a threesome is supposed to be done."