Best friend and salvation from boredom

I stirred sugar in my cup and listened to Lenka with half an ear. She'd been complaining about her Nikita for a good hour now: either he'd cooled off, or he'd found someone else. I nodded as usual, not paying attention, until my friend let out a particularly bitter sob: "You see, Vika, he said it straight out: 'I'm bored.' Can you imagine? He's so bored! He says it's the same old positions in bed, no excitement." I took a sip of tea and, looking into her tear-stained eyes, said with a smile: "Well, do you want to give him a master class? We'll show him how much fun it can be. Together, we'll definitely get him going." Lenka froze, her mouth open. The living room was so silent I could hear the faucet dripping in the kitchen. I was about to laugh and turn it into a joke, but my friend suddenly wiped away her tears and asked very quietly: — And you... could you? For me? I don't know why, but I nodded. After all, Lenka is my best friend; we've been inseparable since college. And let's be honest, I've always liked Nikita—tall, broad-shouldered, and always stubbled. But I'm not the type to steal a friend's boyfriend, and this is such a convenient opportunity. It means I'll be helping Lenka and satisfying my curiosity. Double win. Lenka went home, deep in thought, and at midnight she sent a message: "He agreed. We're having it tomorrow. Are you sure?" I looked at the screen, and a hot wave ran through me—no, I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to back down. I quickly typed a reply: "One hundred percent. Get ready, girlfriend, it'll be fun." And then I went straight to the bathroom, carefully shaved my legs, tidied up my bikini area, and rubbed myself with my favorite caramel lotion. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked myself over: neat breasts perked up, a toned butt, long hair below my shoulder blades. Nikita said he was bored? Oh well, we'll see about that. I spent the whole next day on edge, and by seven o'clock I was standing at Lenka's door with a bottle of wine. My friend opened the door—flushed and flustered, wearing a short silk robe. We hugged, and I felt her shaking. “Are you afraid?” I whispered. “Not anymore,” she smiled, “it’s even somehow... interesting.” Nikita emerged from the living room, a glass in hand. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple T-shirt, but even through the fabric, his toned body was visible. Seeing me, he grinned. - Lenka said you have some special gift for me. “That’s not the word,” I purred, walking inside and swaying my hips. We sat on the couch and poured wine. The conversation was slow, everyone was nervous, so I decided to take the bull by the horns. I placed the glass on the table and, looking Nikita straight in the eye, asked: "So, you're bored with my Lenka? Let's show her what she's really like. But you'll have to pitch in. Help." “What do you mean?” he raised an eyebrow. “In a straight line,” I nodded to Lenka, and she, understanding the signal, moved from the chair to my sofa. I placed my palm on her knee, moving it higher, to the hem of her robe. Nikita froze, holding his breath, and I felt his gaze on my fingers. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I untied the belt and slid my hand under the silk. Lenka shuddered and bit her lip, and I was already caressing her soft breast, lightly squeezing her nipple. Leaning down, I kissed my friend's neck, feeling her melt beneath my lips. Nikita leaned forward, forgetting about the glass. "Why are you frozen?" I whispered, pulling away from Lenka's neck. "Come here, her lips on this side are already waiting." And he came over. He knelt down next to her, pressing his lips to Lenka's, and I saw her moan into his mouth. My hand had already slid lower, to where it had become wet and hot between my friend's legs. I stroked her folds, and Lenka arched and grabbed Nikita's shoulders. Then I took his hand and placed it on top of mine, forcing him to caress her pussy too. The three of us were intertwined on the couch—his hard fingers, my gentle ones, and she between us, moaning, wetter than ever. The clothes flew to the floor. I managed to notice that Nikita had a fine tool—long, with a steep curve and a head glistening with lubricant. He positioned himself between Lenka's legs and was about to enter, but I stopped him: - Wait. She won't cum that quickly. Lie on your back, let me show you. Nikita obediently lay down on the sofa, and I sat Lenka on top of him, but not face to face, but on the contrary, facing me. "Now you're facing him backwards, got it? Slide in slowly, and I'll help." Lenka guided his cock into her with trembling hands and gasped as she sank down. I watched her vagina greedily grip his shaft—it was a goosebump-inducing sight. Nikita groaned from below, and I pressed my lips to Lenka's clit and began licking it as she rode him. She moaned loudly, her fingers clutching my hair, and I worked my tongue, feeling her arousal flood my chin. Nikita wasn't silent either—he wheezed as he pounded into her from below, begging her not to stop. Lenka came first. She screamed and squeezed my head hard with her thighs, and I barely had time to catch her sweet juices in my mouth. Then I rose to my knees and suggested we change positions. This time I lay on my back, and Lenka, still flushed and exhausted, settled down to kiss my breasts. Nikita understood without words—he hovered over me and thrust into me. I gasped with fullness. Yes, with a size that big, it's definitely never boring. He fucked me hard and deep, while Lenka lowered her lips and began to caress my clit with her tongue. It was insane: I felt his hard cock inside me and my friend's soft, wet lips outside. I only lasted a couple of minutes, after which I was overcome with an orgasm—the most intense I'd experienced in a long time. I convulsed, squeezing Nikita with my legs, while Lenka kissed my stomach and smiled. We tumbled around on those sheets for a long time. At one point, I positioned my friend doggy style, and while Nikita took her from behind, I kissed her shoulders and whispered how beautiful and hot she was. We came almost simultaneously: Nikita roared and spilled all over Lenka's buttocks, and I, watching his cum drip down her ass, shuddered in orgasm again. Then the three of us lay there, wet, breathing heavily, our legs and arms entwined. Lenka lazily ran her fingers over my collarbone, Nikita stroked her thigh. “So, girls,” he broke the silence, “I take it boredom is cancelled?” Lenka laughed loudly and kissed him on the cheek: "Just try telling me you're bored now. I'll fire you without severance pay." “And you already have a replacement,” I added, winking, and placed my palm on his now slightly revived member. Nikita sighed happily, and in that sigh I heard the promise of many more such passionate evenings. Lenka caught my gaze and seemed to be thinking the same thing. It seemed our friendship had just reached a completely new, far more interesting level.