You know, when I met my boy, who we'll be referring to as Anthony for privacy's sake, he was a sweet thing. He always opened the car door for me, brought me flowers, officially asked me to be his girl after we'd been dating for a few weeks. This charming properness also extended to his sex life. At the age of 23, when I discovered Anthony, he'd slept with barely enough girls to fill out a proper rock band- and he'd loved every one.

I, on the other hand, had slept with enough people to fill a marching band, complete with a woodwind section and baton-twirlers. I've always been of the opinion that sex is good clean fun, a great cardio workout, a pleasant way to kill a boring afternoon, and a wonderful bonding experience between friends.

Naturally, it was my idea to have a threesome and it took Anthony a long time to come around to the idea. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just felt like he couldn't admit to wanting it without hurting me. Within a couple of months of talking about it, though, he was fully comfortable voicing his desires. I was pretty excited- the idea of sharing this adorable guy, with whom I was already having mind blowing sex, with a beautiful woman was almost too good to be true. So we began to look for a third. The internet is the basic starting point, but we also tried cruising bars and flirting with some of our single friends. We struck out a lot. The main problem seemed to be that all the kinky people we found were ten to twenty years older than us. Eventually, through a social networking site we found a cute, spunky, smart girl in our neighborhood. We set up a date with her and the adventure began.

Miss Tiger was just as cute as her pictures and I immediately knew I could be friends with her. She has a twisted sense of humor and a love of platform shoes- my kind of girl. Problem was, I didn't feel like there was a lot of physical chemistry at first. That was not the case for Anthony, however! He thought she was a total fox and was ready to jump right in. Instead, we hung out a few more times and got to know each other. Anthony and I spent a lot of time talking about our feelings (not normally something I enjoy doing) throughout this time. We ended up deciding that if he wanted to hook up with Miss Tiger I would be cool with it and continue to enjoy her friendship. One night, we all went out drinking and then came back to our apartment to have another bottle of wine and hang out. I went to bed eventually, leaving the two of them alone to have some quality time in the living room. Yeah, they totally humped on the couch. Anthony was really worried that I was going to be upset, but I surprised both of us by being totally okay with it and more than a little turned on by the details he gave me. We were officially swingers.

Over the next couple of weeks, the three of us hung out a lot and the two of them had sex a few more times. I was starting to feel left out and took a drastic measure. I checked out the "casual encounters" section of Craigslist, met a guy with a great sense of humor, and set up a date. Anthony was really leery about the whole thing. He was scared I was going to get kidnapped and murdered or that the guy was going to be better than him or that what was okay for him was not okay for me. I went anyway. Now, despite my extensive sexual history, I had never before slept with a stranger- never went home with anyone I met at a bar, never hooked up on the first date. I've always gotten to know people before getting intimate with them. But this date was explicitly set up for us to fuck and nothing more. I was so nervous I thought I was going to throw up.

I met Ron in a bar by his place. It was loud and cheesy and the sort of place I would never have chosen to go. This was actually comforting because I was certain I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. We had one drink, made small talk and went back to his apartment. I wasn't as nervous by then, just excited. Sitting next to him on the couch, I was feeling confident and sexy. Ron is at least twenty years older than me and finds me very, very attractive. That's a heady feeling. We started snuggling, still talking about nothing. He ran his hand up my thigh, under my skirt and I decided I had made the right decision. Ron is a very thorough lover. That night we spent over an hour just making out. My breasts hadn't received such attention since I was in high school. When he realized that I liked it rough, he got even more aggressive. I was bitten, scratched, and tossed around like a ragdoll. It was really, really good. He slipped fingers into my ass while going down on me and I'm sure my moaning woke the neighbors. After a solid two hours of enthusiastic, brutal fucking I could barely stand to get dressed. My thighs were trembling with exhaustion as I walked to the car, trembling with anticipation as I drove home to Anthony. Would he be disgusted at the sight of me all sex-rumpled? At the smell of another man all over me?

I didn't have to worry. When I arrived home, Anthony was still over at Miss Tiger's. I texted him and he came home just as I was getting out of the shower. We snuggled in bed and discussed our dates. It was indescribably strange and completely hot to be curled up in the afterglow with my boy while he told me about tying up another girl.

After thrilling to so many tales of debauchery about Miss Tiger and getting more comfortable in her company, the chemistry between us started getting stronger. I decided I wanted this threesome.

We all went out to a show one night. It wasn't a great show, and we were antsy to get home and get naked so we left early. Once back at our apartment there was a little while of awkwardness, but eventually we broke it. Miss Tiger and I ganged up on Anthony after some perceived rudeness on his part and tickled him mercilessly. We ended up tying him to the bed for more convenient tickling, which of course led to taking his pants off. Miss Tiger caught my eye and grinned as we leaned over his cock, taking turns stroking it. I grinned back. This was really fun. When we released him from his bonds, it was Miss Tiger's turn to be tied down and treated. She squirmed with shyness as we took her clothes off, but relaxed as I started stroking her breasts. Man do I love breasts! Anthony went down on her while I petted and kissed her shoulders, neck and belly, then we switched places. I was a little nervous that I wouldn't remember how to properly lick a kitty, it had been so long since I had been with a girl, but I guess it's like riding a bike. She moaned and gasped and writhed just enough to guide me and I think I did a pretty good job of pleasing her. Then it was my turn to be stripped and tied. Miss Tiger gently fingered me while Anthony knelt behind her, alternately licking and fingering her. We were all really turned on by this point. Anthony took over on me and I had a two hard orgasms very quickly. Then they untied me, and he laid Miss Tiger down next to me. I stroked her hair and kissed her neck as he mounted her. Anthony locked his eyes with mine as he slowly slid into her. The look on her face was exquisite. I lay there and petted them both as they fucked. Watching them together was more erotic than I could have imagined. When it was over we drank some water and snuggled into bed to sleep together.