Donna's not quite sure how it all began, but she thinks it started with Josh. He had greeted her at the bar with a kiss, something that was completely out of character for him. Sam had given him a knowing look, and Josh had smirked back. Donna had looked curiously between the two.

Nothing had been said about the kiss or the look until much later, and by then they were all pretty inebriated. Sam had mentioned sex; Josh had suggested a threesome. Donna, who'd had too many drinks to count, had agreed to the idea before she knew what she was saying.

Now she�s in Sam's bed, with Josh beneath her, his cock in her mouth, her hands holding his hips. Sam is behind her, driving deeply and slowly into her body with his hard, hot length. With every thrust, he whispers in her ear. Dirty things, things she never would expect him to say, things about her and things about Josh, and his words make her hotter and wetter than she could have ever imagined.

Her tongue slides along Josh�s length as she pulls him deeper into her mouth, and she can hear him growl, feel the shudder that runs through his body. She lets go of his hip and slides a finger along his thigh to the spot just below the curve of his ass and she presses deep, makes him cry out and come in her mouth. And it�s while Josh is calling her name -- and Sam�s -- that she feels the wet gush between her legs, knows that Sam, too, is coming.

She hasn�t come yet, but she knows she will. With two such attentive men, one is bound to satisfy her needs before the night is over.

She�s not disappointed. As Sam rocks back on his heels, sliding out of her hot wetness, Josh sits up and gently pushes her against the mattress. Within seconds, his mouth is against her sex, lapping at her folds, taking in the excess of Sam�s essence. She finds the idea of Josh tasting Sam on her so erotic that she almost comes in that instant. But it isn�t until his lips move to her clit and suck at the hard bundle of nerves that her hips rise off the mattress and she climaxes.

Satisfied, she closes her eyes and curls up on her side. She can feel the bed shift beneath her as they arrange themselves around her body. As she drifts off to sleep, she can�t help but think that this is the best it�s ever been between her and Josh. She thinks that maybe that should bother her, but it doesn�t, and she briefly wonders why before sleep claims her completely.

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When she wakes up, she is alone in the bed.

She stretches, enjoying the feel of the smooth cotton sheets against her naked skin. They couldn't have gone far � their clothes are still strewn about the floor. It's as she turns to check the clock that she realizes the subtle background noise that woke her up is the sound of the shower running.

Getting out of bed, she pads naked down the hall towards the bathroom. As she approaches, she realizes that the steady rush of water actually masks the sound of moaning.

She pushes the door wide and stares in fascination at the scene before her. Through the foggy glass of the shower door, she observes Josh, leaning forward against the tile wall, a bent arm supporting his bowed head. His other hand is clasped around his cock and she watches as he strokes himself, fingering his balls and then slowly sliding his fist to the tip of his shaft, before repeating the whole process again.

She longs to join him, to replace his hand with her lips and make him come in her mouth again. But Sam is standing behind him, feet braced wide apart, his cock buried deep inside Josh. She finds herself so aroused by the sight that she doesn't want to interrupt them. They are too sexy, too wanton, and she wants to � needs to � just watch.

This, she thinks, is what her mind had hazily acknowledged right before falling asleep. Instead of disgusting her, it only makes her more excited.

Josh is groaning, reacting to things Sam is whispering in his ear, and the sound of his guttural growls brings her back to the present. She can't hear what Sam is saying over the rush of the water, but she doesn't need to. She already knows; he whispered similar things to her last night as he fucked her from behind and she fucked Josh with her mouth. Make him come. Harder. Fuck him. I want you. I want him. I need to see you make him come. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. Coarse, harsh words, so unlike Sam, but they made her hot all the same.

She hears Josh mumble something in response to Sam's words, watches as the movement of his hand speeds up, sees the spurt of thick mucus as he comes against the shower wall. And then Sam is groaning, too, and she can only assume that he is climaxing as well.

Sam disengages himself from Josh, who turns and leans into him. The two men embrace and she watches as they kiss, the water pouring down over their naked bodies.

She must make some sort of noise because they break their kiss and both turn towards the door. She expects they might feel shame or embarrassment at her catching them, but she is pleased to note that neither seems particularly disturbed to have had her witness their pleasure.

Boldly, silently, she steps closer. Josh opens the shower door, invites her into their warm, steamy cocoon, and kisses her deeply and passionately.

And as both men proceed to gently and thoroughly arouse her body, she think to herself that this is really all she needs: these two men and love.

~End~