I awoke slowly, my head fuzzy with the familiar throb of a hangover. Pulling the pillow off my face, I looked around my girlfriend's bedroom. Barbara's side of the bed was vacant.
What did we drink? My head ached as memories of the previous night gradually started to come together. Barbara's friend from college, Dan, had come through town on his way to a bike race and asked to crash at her place. Barbara had confessed to having a crush on Dan back in the day, but I figured it was no big deal.
Dan was just as Barbara had described him, handsome, fit and very funny. He was tall with short, dark hair, and had the lean physique of a cyclist. She set him up in the guest room and fixed a delicious supper for us. After dinner we made the switch from wine to cocktails. (Ah, that's the culprit!) As the alcohol started to loosen our tongues, the conversation turned to sex. Then...
Oh shit! We had a threesome with Dan!
Last night's events suddenly came into sharper focus: In the course of our after-dinner conversation, Dan told about a post-graduation tryst that he'd had on a cycling trip—with another guy! Barbara was obviously both shocked and aroused by this revelation, and had pressed Dan to recount his little "gaycation." Dan obliged, detailing how after a long day of riding, his friend had offered to massage a cramp in Dan's calf. The massage relieved the cramp, but Dan said that it also produced a different kind of swelling in his bike shorts. Dan said he had never been with a guy before, but one thing led to another, and his cycling partner gave Dan a blowjob that he described as "amazing". For the rest of the trip they ended each day's ride with massages and getting each other off.
I remembered how Dan's story had Barbara squirming in her seat. Her freckled face became flushed and her nipples poked visibly against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. What surprised me though, was how aroused I became. Dan was a bit embarrassed but enthusiastic, and his story was really hot. Listening to this guy talk about his first experience with another man had caused my cock to involuntarily and steadily harden.
By the time he finished his tale, it was impossible to hide how worked up the three of us had become. Barbara observed that both Dan and I had erections straining in our shorts. Then she leaned over to me and whispered that she wanted to act on one of her most intense fantasies: She wanted to fuck Dan and me. I was in no position to refuse.
Out of the fog of my hangover, details from the night before continued to emerge: Barbara had Dan and I masturbate for her. We stripped, and I noted Dan's lean physique and impressive dick—I couldn't help myself. Other than in porn, I'd never seen another guy's erect penis before. But at Barbara's urging, I was suddenly next to a guy I had only just met, both of us naked and growing harder with each passing second.
Dan and I sat on either side of Barbara, and the three of us stroked ourselves, hungrily watching one another. Barbara and I were both captivated as Dan worked his fist up and down his massive staff. For his part, Dan's gaze alternated between Barbara's sodden panties as she fingered herself, and my raging hard on. Gripping my erection and thrusting my hips, I almost felt like I was performing for him. Watching another guy watch me as we both jerked off felt strange, forbidden and intense.
During sex Barbara usually came first, and that night was no different. She licked her lips and her breathing started to accelerate as she strummed her pussy with one hand and pinched a nipple through her shirt with the other. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and heaved forward on the sofa, her whole body quaking. I loved watching her lose control like that.
Once she regained herself, Barbara began stroking Dan and me simultaneously, then leaned over and took me in her mouth. I recalled the wonderful feeling of Barbara's tongue swirling over the head of my cock. For his part, Dan continued jacking his rod, and with his other hand reached over to run his fingers through my girlfriend's short auburn hair. As Barbara sucked and moaned, I watched as Dan gently but firmly pressed the back of her head, pushing her mouth down further—and then further again—over my pulsing member.
A second more of this ecstasy and I would have lost it, but Barbara then turned her attention to Dan. She positioned herself on all fours between us, and I remember how Dan's eyes rolled back as Barbara began working her eager lips and tongue over his remarkable shaft. I removed her panties and surged into her from behind, plunging into her wetness, driving her forward into Dan. He and I established something of a rhythm, thrusting into Barbara as she moaned and gasped between us.
I recalled how Barbara came a second time, her body convulsing before me, her frothing pussy contracting around my pole. I was able to tell from the look on his face that Dan was close to the edge himself, and moments later he threw his head back and released his spunk into Barbara's hot mouth. She had turned slightly towards me, and I'll never forget the sight of Dan's cock filling her freckled cheek, his thick cum seeping from the corners of her mouth.
I remembered how Barbara had abruptly disengaged, and still stroking Dan's dick with one hand, she breathlessly instructed me to cum in her mouth as Dan just had. I exploded almost immediately, as she enveloped my rod with her sticky lips. I couldn't help but think about my cum mixing with Dan's, as wave after wave cascaded from my dick and Barbara excitedly attempted to catch it all. Dan stood next to me, watching intently, Barbara still massaging small spurts of ejaculate from his mighty hose.
For a while, we were frozen like that, lightheaded and overwhelmed by what we had just done. Eventually, Dan mumbled his thanks for dinner and made his way to the guest room. Barbara and I staggered to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Now it was morning and, ever the early riser, Barbara had already gone. She had mentioned that she had a few things to take care of at the office, and would probably go to the market after that. Now I was alone in bed with an especially acute case of morning wood.
Recalling the previous night's events had me hard as hell. The three of us masturbating together, Dan and I fucking my girlfriend from both ends, the look on Dan's face as he watched me spewing hot cum into Barbara's already-full mouth—replaying these images in my head had me craving another climax.
But at the same time another imperative had taken hold: I had to piss like crazy. Not all of the last night's beverages had made their way out of my system yet, and my bladder was aching. Slowly, I exited the bed, various parts of my body stiff for different reasons. I tiptoed to the bathroom, and after maneuvering my hard-on out of my boxers, I was able to awkwardly relieve myself.
