"Hey, Matt, what're you doing after work?" my buddy Mario asked me.

"Nothing. Go back to my apartment, eat dinner, and read a book."

"Jesus, dude, that sounds awful! You're too young to live like an old hermit. Want to come over to my place and hang with Marta and me? You can eat with us, have some beers, maybe watch tv?"

"Sounds good to me," I answered. "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Nah, just show up around 7."

At 7 o'clock exactly I knocked on the door of Mario and Marta's apartment. He greeted me at the door. Mario was a few years older than me, in his late twenties. He was a thoroughly Americanized Hispanic: he had the dark good looks that his ancestry delivered but he didn't know a word of Spanish.

I saw Marta in the kitchen. Mario had told me that he had met her when he was in Germany with the Army, and they had been married now for five years. She was as much the model of a German woman as Mario was a Latino man. She was tall and blonde and pale, with nice full breasts and a big round ass. She wasn't flaunting her figure, but her jeans and tee shirt did little to conceal it.

When I said hi to Marta, she came over and kissed me on the cheek. I was overwhelmed by how good she smelled: clean and fresh and beautifully womanly. It reminded me how long it had been since I'd been with a woman.

We chatted for a minute before sitting down to eat. Surprisingly for a couple with their backgrounds, dinner was lasagna, a salad, and bread. The food was accompanied by a nice red wine, not that I knew the difference between good or bad wine.

Marta joked a little: "Isn't it strange that we all have the same initials? Mario Garcia, Marta Graf, and Matt Grant? That can't be a coincidence, no?"

Mario came back with, "Maybe the three of us are meant to be together?"

"I'm sure that's it!" Marta laughed.

When dinner was done, we moved into the living room, beers in hand. All three of us sat on the sofa facing the television, with Marta between Mario and me. It was that big a sofa: I was acutely aware of her presence so close to me. At first, she snuggled up against Mario, leaving a few inches between her body and mine.

We drank and talked and watched some random sitcom. Our talk was much more interesting than the show. Marta asked why I didn't have a girlfriend and I entertained them with tales of my recent dating woes.

When our beers were empty Marta rose from the couch. She helped herself up by putting a hand on my thigh and giving it a slight squeeze. As she gathered up our empty beer bottles and headed to the kitchen, Mario told me, "Don't get upset if my wife is a little touchy-feely. German women are like that." I just smiled and said nothing.

Marta came back from the kitchen with three more bottles of beer and three shot glasses and a bottle of Jägermeister. She sat back between us, poured three shots of Jager, and said, "We must toast to good friends and a good time!" We all downed the shot and settled down to half-watch the next show on television. I excused myself to use the bathroom. When I came back, the two of them were whispering to each other.

A few minutes later Mario poured three more shots. Again, the three of us downed them with a little giggling. Mario whispered something in Marta's ear that I couldn't hear, and she gave him a deep, passionate kiss, her arms wrapped around him. Then he got up and said to me, "Matt, I'm turning in for the night. Marta will take good care of you. Don't worry, she knows what she's doing". He grinned and patted me on the shoulder before walking back in the direction of the apartment's only bedroom.

As I sat there on the sofa, Marta told me, "I must tell Mario good night. Don't go anywhere: I'll be right back."

Maybe three minutes later she returned. She had traded her jeans for a pair of short shorts and her breasts moved freely under her thin shirt without the restraint of the bra she'd been wearing. She sat beside me and put her head on my shoulder. "Is this okay?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, this is okay," I said softly. She started to run one of her hands over my chest.

"Do you work out?" she asked. "You have so much more muscle than Mario."

"I do work out," I admitted. She turned to face me more then. She started using both her hands to feel my chest and arms.

"You are tall," Marta said. "That is good. Mario and I are the same height exactly. I'm tall for a woman, but you are much taller than I. It is nice that you are tall."

She put her arms around me and nuzzled my neck and jaw before kissing me softly on the lips. "Matt, will you please touch me? I would like that very much."

I took her head in my hands and kissed her. Her lips parted and our tongues danced. I caressed her face with one hand and stroked the fingers of the other through her long, blonde hair.

She shivered in pleasure as I ran my hands down from her shoulders to her thighs. I avoided the obvious lure of her breasts. We kissed more as my hands and hers roamed around. She whispered in my ear, "Take off your shirt." I did as she said.

Marta ran her hands all over my bare torso and then placed her mouth on my chest. She licked and nibbled at my nipples for a moment and then backed away from me enough to pull her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. They were magnificent! They were big with just the hint of a droop, with big erect pink nipples and a delicate tracery of blue veins under her pale, pale skin.

I lost myself in her tits. I used my hands, fingers, lips, tongue, and teeth all over them. She was moaning softly as I explored, her hands on my shoulders or in my hair. Then she stood up, pulling me to my feet as well.

Her hands went to my belt, and her fingers deftly opened it. Marta worked my pants and underwear down all the way to the floor. My dick stood proud and hard, throbbing with excitement. "You are bigger than Mario," she said. "Very nice." She knelt in front of me as I stood there and began stroking my erection. Then she leaned in and softly kissed the head before licking her way down the shaft to my balls. She licked around each of them before slowly licking her way back up and taking my cock into her mouth. The feel of her warm lips and dancing tongue on my rigid flesh was incredible.

I didn't want things to end before I'd explored more of her, so I gently disengaged her mouth from me and guided her to the sofa. I moved my fingers inside the leg of her shorts and discovered no panties covered her slippery pussy and silky bush. I stroked her for a minute before removing the shorts.

Marta was naked before me on the sofa. The pale skin of her chest and face was flushed with excitement. I pressed my naked body against hers and we kissed, hungrily and deeply, before I moved my face down between her thighs.

I stroked and pinched and fondled the plump lips of her pussy before probing gently inside her with a finger. She whimpered and responded to me with little quivering twitches of her thighs. She started to play with her own nipples as she watched me. I slipped another finger inside and started to play around. I moved my mouth down and started to lick all over while my fingers worked. When I sucked her clit between my lips she gasped.

My lips and tongue worked her button while my fingers stimulated the depths of her wet, gripping pussy. She grabbed my head in both her hands and pressed me between her thighs, grinding against my face with determination. I kept up my assault and a moment later she said, "Mein Gott, I will come now. Do not stop!" I didn't let up as she clenched her thighs and her pussy spasmed around my fingers, not until her body relaxed and she fell back onto the sofa.

My hardon was throbbing and dripping from my excitement. I lay on top of her and kissed her, hard and long. Teasing her with my cock, I probed with its head around the folds of her pussy, back and forth, spreading the moisture of our arousal, and then slowly started to work my way into her warm, wetness.

My dick went into her slowly, an inch at a time. As I entered her, I squeezed her tits and pinched and twisted her nipples. When I was fully inserted, I stayed still, feeling how hot, tight, and wet she was wrapped around my cock. Then I started to thrust back and forth into the depths of her cunt.

From the corner of my eye I saw a naked Mario approaching, his own erection standing up in its full glory. When he saw that I'd noticed him he said reassuringly, "Hey, buddy, it's all good. Keep fucking her, please, I'm just going to watch." That was a little freaky, but I didn't want to stop fucking her. Mario sat beside us on the couch, watching, and I kept on doing what I was doing. Marta reached out a hand to him and Mario held it tightly as I kept pumping into her.

Marta pushed me away, causing my dick to completely fall out of her. Before I could think about it, she rearranged herself on the sofa, taking Mario's cock into her mouth and presented her big, beautiful ass to me. As she started to bob up and down on her husband's dick, I poked my cock back into her pussy from behind. Grabbing her ass firmly with both hands, I started to stroke in and out in a good, steady rhythm.

Mario put a hand to the back of her head, wrapped up in her blonde hair, and started guiding her up and down on his dick. I started to thrust harder, faster, and deeper, bouncing my thighs off of Marta's fleshy, rippling ass.

Mario started thrusting up into Marta's mouth and she began moaning loudly around his meat. I kept thrusting as I watched him hold her head down as he shot his cum into her mouth. The sight put me over the edge, and I went as deep inside her pussy as I could, pumping blast after blast of my own cum into her.

Marta was still in position, head in Mario's crotch with my still-hard cock buried in her from behind. She started to twitch and ground her ass back against me. As she desperately continued, Mario pulled her hair with one hand and reached under her to grab and squeeze one of her breasts. She groaned loudly and came with a full body-wrenching orgasm. I tried to hold onto her, but she slithered off of my dick and collapsed bonelessly between us on the sofa.

For a moment the three of us were there silently, naked, spent, on the sofa. Then Mario laughed and asked me, "Matt, you want to spend the night? The fun is probably over for now but you're welcome to sleep on the sofa. Tomorrow morning could be very interesting!"

Marta turned and looked at me over her shoulder and said, "Please?" How could I say no to that?