Pat and I had just had fantastic sex. I want to say it was me that got her so horny she screamed her way through multiple orgasms, but it wasn't.

We had been to a work social, and there Pat met Ian for the first time. He was the one who got Pat's juices flowing. From the second Pat saw Ian, I could see she wanted him. Pat's eyes focused on him, blocking out anyone else in the room. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the thin sweater couldn't hide the effect Ian had on her nipples. They pushed so hard against the material it looked as if Pat's sweater would tear open.

Pat turned one-eighty, "I want him," she said to me quietly.

I told Pat to calm herself because my boss, Harry, walked Ian over to introduce him. Pat turned back, smiling, and she gripped my hand.

"Evening, Pat. I would like you to..." Harry's eyes dropped to take in the marvelous sight of Pat's proud nipples, as did Ian's. "Erm, meet Ian," Harry managed to say eventually.

Ian's eyes were transfixed on Pat's tits too, and when he said, "Hi," his stare didn't falter. For a second, when he was reaching out to shake Pat's hand, I thought he was going the latch onto Pat's breast.     

A handshake wasn't good enough for Pat. She hugged Ian and kissed him on the cheek.

We spoke for a short time, and then Harry said he had more introductions to do. As they walked away, I could see Pat couldn't get enough of Ian's ass.

"Oh my god, what a hunk," Pat exclaimed, and she fired a barrage of questions at me about Ian.

All I could tell her for sure was Ian wasn't married,  and he was twenty-six. Half Pat's age.

Pat tried to get Ian alone several times, but she didn't manage to. That was to my advantage because later, when we were home, she took her sexual frustration out on my cock, and much appreciated it was.

The next couple of days, Ian was the only topic in our house. Pat had me asking questions so she could find out more about him. As soon as I walked through the door, Pat would ask if Ian had asked about her.

Ian was an obsession.

Friday night, a few of us went out for a drink after work. Ian was one of us. One by one, the others left until Ian and I were the only two at the table. Sex had been a topic earlier in the evening, but I brought it up again. Ian was happy to talk about his sex life and the lack of it since he moved into town.

Ian admitted he had never had a serious relationship, and he wasn't looking for one. "I am too young to tie myself to a particular pussy. At the moment, I am happy to fuck as many as I can," Ian told me.

I took a punt and asked Ian if he liked older women and if he did, would he like to fuck Pat.

Ian looked at me, and I could tell he couldn't make his mind up whether I was genuine or not.

"Are you serious, or just fucking with me?" Ian asked.

"Deadly," was my one-word answer.

Ian scrutinized my face, still not sure.

"I must admit it crossed my mind when we met, and she definitely has nice pair of tits. And those nipples. God, they were asking to be sucked and tweaked," Ian said after a moment's thought.

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

"If you are offering, then yes," Ian said, accepting my offer with a smile.

Usually, Pat would pick me up after having drinks with the boys, but we took a cab because Ian was coming with me. I wanted to surprise Pat.

I went into the living room first, and Ian hung back, "Hi, I have a surprise for you," I told Pat.

"You have brought Ian home for me," Pat joked.

Pat's face lit up when Ian walked in, although there was slight blushing. Pat was braless again, and her nipples showed as much if not more excitement to see Ian as her face. God only knows how her pussy was reacting.

Pat jumped up and hugged Ian, "Welcome, can I get you anything?"

"Yes, show me your tits."

There was no hesitation. Pat lifted her sweater above her breasts.

Ian took a good look, and Pat gave me a glance and a smile while Ian's hands felt her tits.

"I hope you like sucking cock, because that is what you are going to do to mine," Ian stated.

"Oh, yes. Anything for you, Ian," Pat said, and she finished with a giddy laugh.

"Good," Ian said, and he reached for his belt.

"No, wait. I have been dreaming of doing that." Pat sank to her knees. She undid Ian's belt and then his jeans. "God, it's more beautiful than I imagined," Pat gasped after she released Ian's cock.

Pat kissed the purple dome and then played with it with her tongue. Then she pushed Ian's rod against his stomach and ran her tongue along the underside several times.

"Lick my balls," Ian ordered Pat.

Pat did as she was told and then sucked Ian's left testicle into her mouth.

Ian looked at me, "Why don't you eat Pat's pussy while I get undressed?"

Pat sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. I knelt in front of Pat, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and pulled her panties to the side. I am not sure I was doing a good job eating Pat's pussy because she was more interested in watching Ian strip.

Ian put a foot onto the sofa. He positioned himself so it was easy for Pat to take his dick into her mouth. He held Pat's head and fucked her mouth with a few strokes.

"Get undressed," Ian told Pat.

I helped Pat out of her sweater. As soon as her arms were free, Pat grabbed Ian's dick, and it was back down her throat. Pat was a little too eager. She had to cough, but she was soon into a rhythm fucking Ian's cock with her mouth.

While Pat slurped and drooled over Ian's dick, I removed her skirt and panties. I heard Pat gasp and tell Ian how much she loved his cock. Then there was a soft growling as Ian fucked Pat's face.

I slipped two fingers into Pat and flicked my tongue over her clit. I had to pull back because Ian reached down and inserted two of his fingers into Pat.

Ian's fingers received a better reception than mine. Ian and I finger-fucked Pat simultaneously. Her hips lifted, and she moaned deeply over Ian's cock. Pat's muffled screech and the fluid that leaked out of her pussy told us she was having an orgasm.

"Time to fuck," Ian announced. He sat on the couch and asked Pat if she was ready.

"Ready, oh my God, am I ready," Pat said, grinning from ear to ear and giggling.

Pat knelt on the couch. A knee on either side of Ian. She reached between her legs and held Ian's dick as she lowered herself onto it. I could see the expression on Pat's face. It was pure bliss.

Pat rocked back and forth, and then she lifted herself up and down on Ian's dick, moaning with satisfaction. At one point, Pat looked at and pursed her lips to show her pleasure. Then she smiled and rested her forehead on Ian's shoulder.

"Doggy," Ian said.

Pat got on her hands and knees on the couch. Ian positioned himself behind Pat and entered her.

"Fuck me," Ian told Pat.

Pat began rocking back and forth while Ian remained still, letting Pat stroke his dick with her pussy.

"Come over here and stick your cock in her mouth," Ian told me.

I stood at the end of the couch so that Pat could suck my cock.

"All of it," Ian yelled at Pat when she only took the head of my cock in her mouth. "Choke on it."

I felt the head of my cock slip into Pat's throat. Ian slapped Pat's ass cheek and thrust his hips forward. Pat began to cough and pulled back. As my cock left her mouth, saliva dribbled from Pat's mouth.

"Again," Ian snapped.

Pat opened her mouth and took most of my dick. I grabbed hold of her head and pushed forward until her lips were against my groin. Pat began to choke, but I held her head for three or four more seconds before pulling out.

Pat looked up. There was saliva hanging from her chin, and she had tears running down her cheeks but a broad smile on her face.

Then Pat's head dropped, "Holy fuck."

Ian's cock had penetrated Pat's puckered ring, and he was fucking Pat's ass. She looked at me again. The smile was still on her face. Ian's thrust became more forceful, and then he told Pat to kneel on the floor and open her mouth.

An obedient Pat did as she was told. Ian jacked himself off with his dick close to Pat's open mouth.

"Join me," Ian said.

Pat knelt with two cocks pointed at her. Ian was the first to shoot cum into Pat's mouth, closely followed by mine.

Not all of the white cream made it into Pat's mouth. She got a minor facial too.

Pat hadn't finished. She grabbed our cocks, stroked mine, and swallowed Ian's.

Ian's dick hardened in Pat's mouth, and then she demanded he fuck her again.

I sat and watched, with my cock in my fist, as Ian pummelled Pat's cunt. Listening to Pat articulating how much she was enjoying it. She even screamed that Ian's was the best cock she had ever had inside her, and it was the fuck of her life.