I don't remember the first time Garrett and I talked seriously about having a threesome. It started out as just joking around. He used to point out guys to me in public and say things like, "I bet you would love to suck his cock." or "Would you fuck him?" When we had sex, he would coax me to talk out loud about wanting to be fucked by another man while he watched. It became a regular part of our lovemaking. The more elaborate and detailed my stories were, the more excited he became.

Fantasies about fucking other men or fucking more than one man at the same time were already in my head. Garrett just made me comfortable to express it. The seed was there so-to-speak, he just watered and fertilized it.

I met him my freshman year through a friend at college. I had a boyfriend at the time. We used to hang out in the same group and we were just friends for two years. There wasn't an immediate attraction for me. No more than I was attracted to any of the other hundreds of guys on campus.
It wasn't until my senior year that he and I actually became close and started dating. We broke up for several months after graduation as we pursued our careers. During our separation Garrett met a really attractive older woman who was into the swinger lifestyle. Garrett went to work as an accountant for a business owner who had a problem with impotence. The boss actually introduced him to his wife. That is a whole other story that I will have to write about some time.

My relationship with Garrett has always lacked jealousy. I think that is essential if a couple is going to pursue any type of open relationship. We became close again when his mother passed away. I went to her wake and he and I started going out soon after that. Within a couple of months we moved in together. He had changed a lot since we dated in college. He was even more sexually adventurous and outspoken than before. He didn't just wait until we were having sex to talk about sex.

One evening about three months after we started living together we were watching a DVD at home and drinking wine. I remember we had just finished watching "The Lord of the Rings", a very long movie. There wasn't the slightest bit of sexual energy happening at the moment and I was just looking forward to going to bed and sleeping. Garrett got real serious and said he wanted to ask me a question. After a slight pause he asked, What would you do if I brought a man home and asked you to fuck him? I could see that he was totally serious and although I was tempted to treat his question as a joke, I looked him straight in the eyes and said that I will do anything you want me to do. He just smiled.

About a week later after coming home from work on a Friday night and feeding my cat Molly like I always do, I noticed that the message light on the recorder was flashing. It was Garrett. He said he was working late and for me to meet him at 7PM Spindletop at the Hyatt Regency. It is my favorite restaurant and one of the best in Houston. You can't get a table on Friday night without a reservation. I called Garrett's cellphone and I could tell by the background sounds that he was at a bar. Garrett explained that an old friend was in town from St. Louis and invited him to dinner and he really wanted me to join them. I told Garrett that he should just hang out with his friend and I would go out with my girlfriends, but he insisted that I join them.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I found Garrett in the bar. He was busy talking to a tall handsome man seated to his left. He didn't notice me until I sat down on the empty stool to his right. Garrett introduced me to Roger and said that Roger was the old friend who happened to be in town. Roger immediately stood up and shook my hand warmly with both hands. I have always appreciated a man who has manners and social graces. It was a pleasant surprise to have a handsome gentleman joining us for dinner.

I imagined Roger to be around 30 years old. I noticed he was wearing a wedding band. Neither Garrett or Roger offered an explanation regarding the length or particulars of their friendship. Garrett had never mentioned Roger before. It seemed a bit odd, but I never even suspected what Garrett had up his sleeve.

Somehow during dinner, and after a couple of lemon drop maritinis the topic of blow jobs came up. Garrett said something to the effect that no one could suck a cock as good as me. My face turned ten shades of red! I could feel my cheeks getting hot and I didn't dare look up. Roger must have sensed my embarrassment. I was sitting directly across the table from him. After an uncomfortable silence, Roger said that he thought it was great that I was so good at oral sex then complained that his wife hadn't given him a blowjob in years. Roger asked me what I thought about that.

I said that I knew that some women weren't comfortable with oral sex or were grossed out by the idea of putting a penis in their mouth or the idea of a man ejaculating sperm in their mouth. But then I added that I had always enjoyed giving head.

In addition to the martinis, we polished off a large bottle of White Zinfendel and I was definitely starting to feel hammered. Garrett asked me if I was ok to drive home while he took Roger to his hotel. Garrett whispered in my ear that he really wanted to fuck me when he got home and asked me to put on something sexy and wait up for him.

I drove home and changed into some sexy satin pajamas I had just bought at Victoria's Secret. A few minutes later I heard Garrett coming through the door and I heard laughing and talking. I looked out into the living room to see that he had brought Roger home with him. Garrett said that the hotel had screwed up Roger's reservation and since it was late, he invited him to stay in our guest room for the night. I was too buzzed to object to the situation or question the increasingly fishy story.

Roger said that he hadn't brought any pajamas because he normally sleeps in his underwear. Garrett gave him a terrycloth robe. Garrett put on a robe and we all gathered in the living room in front of the TV. There was a growing level of tension in the room. I was starting to imagine the possibilities and I was sure everyone else was thinking the same thing that I was thinking. I was expecting Garrett to initiate something. And if something were going to happen, he would definitely have to take control and initiate it, because I was feeling incredibly shy. Garrett flipped around the channels on the cable remote looking for something to watch. After a couple of minutes he said that he was going to put on a movie. As soon as I saw Garrett going to the bottom cabinet of the entertainment center, the shelf that has all the pornos in it, I knew where this was heading. Before he could even get the DVD out of the case and into the player I could feel my face getting hot again. My nipples were getting hard and I could imagine that they were very noticeable through the sheer fabric of my pajama shirt. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and I could see that Roger was watching me with all the anticipation and excitement of a kid waiting to open a Christmas present.

Garrett has a big porno collection that he accumulated in college. These are not high quality production movies with a plot. His tapes and DVDs are very hard core fuck films, which contain very little dialog, just various scenes of people, engaged in sex acts. Our 40" Toshiba was quickly filled with the close up image of a woman licking another woman's pussy with and the moaning and groaning that goes along with it playing in surround sound. Garrett turned out the overhead light and returned to the couch next to me. The women in the movie were taking turns eating each other out while fingering and sucking each other and using a large dildo.

Garrett tuned to me and said, "Go get your dildo." That surprised me, I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I timidly obeyed and returned holding my big red flexible dildo in hand. I started to take a seat back on the couch but Garrett told me to take a seat on the coffee table facing them.

Garrett told me that he wanted me to put on a show for Roger. He instructed me to undress slowly. Telling me when to unbutton each button on my pajama top. I was extremely nervous but also very excited. My pussy was so wet that I could feel my secretions flowing out of me and moistening the small hairs around my pussy lips. I removed my top and threw it on the couch between the guys. My pussy was screaming to be touched. I slid my hand slowly under my pajama shorts as I spread my legs to allow my fingers to glide between my legs. I let my fingers slide over my hard wet clit. As I begin to recline back onto the coffee table I could see that Roger had opened his robe and was now beginning to stroke his fully erect cock. I removed my bottoms in one quick motion and threw them toward the guys. At this point I was looking at the ceiling, I don't even know where they landed. I parted my pussy with my left hand while I slid the head of the dildo toward my pussy. I moved the dildo around my clit in a circular motion. I spread my legs wide into the air and parted my lips with my fingers to give the guys a good view. Just as I was about to slide the dildo deep inside of me, I felt a hand take the dildo from me. It was Garrett. He was kneeling between my legs on the floor. Garrett began to slowly touch and explore my pussy with his fingers. It felt so damn good. I wanted his fingers or his cock or something thick and stiff inside of me right then.

Roger stood up and let his robe drop to the floor. He was standing to my right side looking into my eyes while he stroked himself slowly. I licked my lips and he knew that I wanted his cock in my mouth. He walked to the edge of the coffee table and I reached out and touched his balls and then stroked his beautiful cock with my hand. He leaned over me and let the shaft of his cock lay across my mouth and chin. He was standing at an angle that prevented me from taking his cock into my mouth. I licked the shaft and the head of his cock while he slid it back and forth across my open mouth. At the same time Garrett had began to lick my pussy in a very firm and aggressive way.

Garrett told Roger to lay on the couch, then he helped me to stand up. He guided me between Roger's legs toward his thick shiny cock. I knelt on the edge of the couch in front of him and grasped the base of his shaft firmly with my left hand. His cock was so thick that my fingers barely closed around it. I lowered my head and open mouth onto his throbbing rock hard cock. With my right hand I began to massage his balls. I had to open my mouth widely to fit Roger inside. Garrett stood at the edge of the couch at the perfect position to enter me doggy style. I thrust my ass high and spread my legs to let him enter me. Garrett's drove his cock into me at the same rhythm that my head was going down on Roger's cock. Garrett slammed into me with an increasing force. The sound of his pelvis slapping into my ass filled the room. Each time Garrett bottomed out inside of me, Roger's cock was in the back of my throat and the force made his cock go deeper than I would have normally or comfortably taken a cock in my throat. I gagged and choked and struggled to get a breath. The feeling of being sandwiched between two men who were aggresively ravaging my body drove me to a level of carnal depravity.

Soon I felt Roger's balls tighten. I could taste his salty pre-cum as it begin to flow out of his cock. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed and his face was contorted in a familiar way that a man makes just before his cock explodes. My sucking became harder and deliberate, I began to milk the shaft very firmly with my hand. I could hear Garrett moaning behind me and I knew he was close to cumming too. Suddenly I felt Garrett's hand on the back of my head. He me by my hair and applied a firm pressure on my head forcing me to take Roger deeper into my throat. Roger called out loudly as his cock started to jerk and eject wave after wave of sticky warm cum into my mouth. I continued to suck and stroke him. His cum filled my mouth to the point that I could hold no more. I struggled to swallow, making a noticable gulping and gagging sound. Garrett pushed my head down firmly and he pulled my hair at the same time. I cotinued to suck Roger. His erection began to soften but I was intent on sucking him dry.

Garrett pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. Roger sat on the arm at the end of the couch by my head watching and slowly stroking himself back to a full erection. Garrett stood over me his cock was directly over my face. He was very close to cumming. He lowered himself slightly as he squeezed the head of his cock. He told me to open my mouth. Just as I did he begin to shoot his cum on my face. The first ejection missed my eager mouth, landing across my chin. The next thick ejection landed on my bottom lip and rolled down my cheek. Garrett slid the head of his cock into my mouth and contined to pump his cum into my mouth as I sucked him hungrily, not wanting to miss another drop.

Roger was now fully hard again and moved around to the opposite end of the couch between my legs. He lifted my legs. I could feel the swollen hard head of his cock pressing against my wet pussy lips. I arched my back and pushed my pelvis toward him as I was dying to finally have his cock inside me. I loved the idea of Garrett watching another man fuck my pussy. I knew he had wanted this for a long time. He took a seat on the arm of the couch that Roger had just occupied. He stroked himself as he watched Roger having his way with me. Garrett looked down at me with a large smile. He was very pleased with me and he was stroking himself and preparing to show me his appreciation with another large load of cum.

We continued to have sex over the next couple of hours. The guys took turns fucking me, kissing me, touching me, and sucking my sensitive nipples. At one point I was standing with one leg raised and rested on the coffee table, Roger kneeled in front of me sucking my clit while Garrett was behind me sticking his tongue deeply in my asshole. By this point there wasn't an ounce of inhibition left in me. The three of us ended up crashing on our king sized bed. I was totally exhaused and satisfied.

After Roger left the next morning Garrett confessed the truth to me. Roger really was from St. Louis but he was not Garrett's old friend. Garrett met him online on a swingers message board and set the whole thing up a couple of days before.