"Data review" at a colleague's house [m/f/f] | 2016

A few nights ago I had arranged to meet with a colleague to go over some data we'd recently obtained. He suggested that we talk over a few drinks at his and his wife's place. I threw on a nice low cut flower print sundress that looked good on my petite figure and took an Uber to their home. I was greeted by the couple, who eagerly invited me in. My colleague, who we'll call Jeff, is a pretty good looking guy with a nice physique, dark hair, and sweet brown eyes. He was still in his work clothes, but had his shirt unbuttoned and his tie loosened at the top. I noticed that his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms. His wife, we'll call her Emily, is equally attractive: long brown hair, big green eyes and a sweet but somewhat mischievous smile that would creep onto her face whenever she looked at me. She wore a simple tank top shorts, but she's well proportioned and it complemented her thin waist well. We sat down around the dining room table and Emily poured the wine, a full glass for me as she eyed the gap that formed between my dress and smaller breasts. At this point I was reasonably sure that I hadn't been invited over just to talk about last week's data. Jeff had previously expressed interest in meeting up for some fun, which I returned eagerly as I wasn't the least bit against the idea. The thought of a spontaneous encounter excited me tremendously though.

We sat around drinking for a good hour or so, finishing off a couple bottles of wine, and just chatting about ourselves. At one point the conversation began to turn more towards the sexual side when Jeff asked if I had ever had a three-some before. I sheepishly said no, but that I'd always fantasized about it. After having consumed almost an entire bottle of wine myself, I was sufficiently sauced and may or may not have gone into detail about some of my personal kinks. I do recall talking a little about some of my interests in bondage, and that would make sense with the following events. Strangely, we never did get to talking about the data. I eventually left the table to wobble to the bathroom where I stayed for a bit to regather myself.

After a few sips of water from the bathroom sink (hydration is key), I returned to an empty dining room. Emily then called from the bedroom, and I followed her voice down the hall. There on the bed Jeff sat unclothed, his cock hard and glistening at the tip with precum. Emily had her hand wrapped around the shaft and was gently stroking him as she invited me over to help. I was nervous as hell and out of reflex averted my eyes as I slowly neared the bed. Still drunk, the adrenaline rush cleared my head a little and I found the resolve to take Jeff's cock from Emily. Instinctively I opened my lips and began gently working my tongue around the tip. At this point I was getting pretty into it, so I'm not sure what Emily was doing during this time. I could hear her kissing Jeff intermittently, but it wasn't until I opened my eyes and looked up that I could see her looking down at me. Her gaze is still burned into my memory: something between thoroughly amused and really goddamn pleased.

Then Jeff asked if I could take my clothes off, and I obeyed, leaving Emily the only one still clothed. At this point I was sopping wet and practically begging to be fucked with my body language. I sloppily threw off my dress and panties and went back to work on Jeff's cock. Suddenly I felt Emily grab my legs and pull me toward her on the bed. The best way I can describe my position was a half-downward dog yoga position with my ass in the air and my head still down working on Jeff. As drunk as I was, I still don't know how I managed not to fall over right away. Emily started to finger me, sliding more and more fingers in until my legs quivered at it became too difficult to balance myself. I turned and asked if I could switch positions, to which she replied: "Only if it can be my turn." I wasn't really sure what she meant, but it didn't matter much because Jeff used my moment of drunken confusion to flip me around and pull me with him to the top of the bed, putting those forearms to good use. These two had some sort of married couple psychic connection going on, because Emily seized the opportunity to produce a long length of rope from somewhere. Next thing I knew, I was on my back having my hands tied to the headboard while Jeff positioned himself in front of me.

I was literally dripping when I felt Jeff's cock enter me. He groaned as he thrust himself deeper inside me and I failed to stifle a loud moan. I bucked my hips and pulled against the restraints on my arms. Tensing my muscles must have made things tighter for Jeff because he slowed down and moaned with each thrust. I noticed Emily removing her clothes, and man was she gorgeous. I hadn't noticed before, but she had really amazing breasts and a near perfect hourglass figure. I wouldn't consider myself to be gay, but damn, I don't know how anyone could refuse someone who looked like her. I couldn't help myself, and asked if I could eat her out while Jeff continued to pound me. She agreed, finished removing a thong, and positioned herself above me as if we were going to 69, except that Jeff had already occupied my southern end. Jeff had my hips positioned at his waist now, holding me up so his wife could get in on the action. I went to work on her cunt, nervously at first, but she moved herself to show me what to do and answered my technique with a series of moans. Looking back, I'm pretty sure she'd done this before. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying all of it though, and despite fighting it, I came the hardest I ever have, tied to a bed, eating out Jeff's wife, while being simultaneously fucked raw by Jeff. I would have been practically screaming in ecstasy but I didn't want to stop pleasuring Emily. Eventually I needed a break, so Jeff pulled out and went to work on Emily to give me time to recover. The sound of her moans soon brought me out of my post-climax delirium, and I was immediately ready for more.

The night went on like this, though we had some fun with switching up who was restrained. The preceding was the part I remember in the most detail, and to be honest, the rest of the night was kind of a blur. I do know for sure that it was one hell of a time though, and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it. I don't think I made it home until around 3, but it was totally worth it. Hopefully Jeff will invite me over for "data review" again soon.