My live-in girlfriend, Adele, is beautiful, affectionate and smart. She has dark, soft hair that cascades over her shoulders, soulful brown eyes, a killer smile and a body to die for. Also, she’s a regular freakazoid in the bedroom — not that I’m complaining. Some of my buddies tell me they’re partnered with total prudes — women reluctant to try anything new, whether it’s an advanced position from the Kama Sutra or an elaborate gadget designed to provoke cataclysmic orgasms.

“I don’t get that,” Adele told me when I mentioned my buds’ bellyaching. “What woman wouldn’t want a decent vibrator? Those chicks are idiots.”

Adele actually introduced me to the idea of inviting what one sex advice columnist has labeled an “extra special guest” into our bedroom. She also had me read some articles. She knew way more about current sex trends than I did.

“I’m not sure I get what that EMN stuff is all about,” I told her.

“ENM,” she said, correcting me with a laugh.

“And what’s it stand for again?”

“Ethical nonmonogamy.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“It’s easy to remember,” she advised. “Just think ENM: Everybody needs more.”

“And, so…it’s what? Cheating on your partner behind his back?”

“No, not cheating — not at all! It’s ethical because the primary partner knows all about any other playmates.”

“So, orgies and stuff like that?”

“Can be. Orgies or threesomes. Or just partners that the primary partner never engages with. Knows about but never actually meets.”

“Orgies wouldn’t be for me,” I told her. “And the other thing sounds scary. But it would be cool to have another girl for a threesome.”

And that’s just what went down a year or so ago. Adele has a close friend from a nearby city who is even more of a sexual adventurer than she is. Her name is Willow, but there’s nothing willowy about her. She’s petite and as cute as a ladybug. Adele calls her a little sexy cherub. I’d always found her as hot as fuck.

When Adele and I hooked up with Willow, it was like attending a grand sexual banquet. What a blast it was to have two vaginas and four breasts there in the big bed with me. I sucked that angel’s clit until she shrieked. Watching Adele and Willow kiss and eat each other out was one of the greatest turn-ons of my life. We all came many times that night.

But that’s not the story I’m telling you in this letter.

A few weeks after the Willow episode, I brought up the idea of a repeat performance.

“With Willow, you mean?” Adele asked.

“Well, sure. Or someone else. You have any other old girlfriends you think would be up for it?”

She shot me a dirty look before replying, “Old girlfriends? No, no, no, mon ami. The next special guest in our bedroom is going to come with a real live dick — or there’ll be no special guest at all. Tit for tat, baby.”

Understandably, this took me by surprise. While I’d had idle thoughts about seeing Adele getting with another guy, I’d never thought she’d really want to do it.

“I — um — no. I can’t see that happening, Adele. That’s a no-go.”

“Suit yourself,” she said. “But otherwise the guest hotel is now officially closed.”

A day or two later, I had a different idea. “What if it’s a foursome?” I suggested. “We could see about finding another couple.”

“Maybe someday,” Adele replied. “But first, I want two guys all to myself.”

To be honest, thoughts of Adele’s juicy pussy being plowed by another man’s dong had become more and more prominent in my fantasies since she’d introduced the idea. I’d even had secret thoughts about experiencing a DP. (Even I know those initials stand for double penetration.)

I finally asked, “What guy would we get for our third?”

“Let me get my list,” Adele said excitedly.

And she really had one! Some names she’d written down were just silly. There were four famous actors, a member of our city council who neither of us had ever met, a current member of the British royal family and Napoleon Bonaparte. That last one made me laugh out loud.

“Napoleon? Why would you include someone who’s been dead for a century?” I asked.

“I read a novel about him. Short guy. But lots of BDE.”

“Huh?”

“Big dick energy. Don’t you read anything?”

Under the impossible choices, there were also names of regular folks. We ruled out most of the candidates. But I thought there were a few that were remote possibilities. There was a burly, hairy-chested neighbor from down the street who often mowed his lawn wearing only a pair of skimpy shorts and flip-flops. There was an ex-coworker of Adele’s who’d flirted with her a time or two. And there was a gangly, friendly stock boy from the local grocery store who’d always given her the eye. I added to the pool of candidates myself, throwing out names of a couple casual acquaintances, plus an old college roommate. But none of those were viable options in Adele’s book.

Then a name popped into my head: Rocco!

He was a part-time attendant and trainer at the gym Adele and I go to. Handsome, dark and muscular with a little mustache. He wasn’t as short as Napoleon, but he was a compact, energetic guy. More important, he’d often commented to me about some of the lovelier ladies at the gym. He was never crude about it. He would sigh and remark about how he’d love to have a chance with one of them. Once he told me, “You’re a lucky fella with that beautiful girl of yours.”

Adele warmed right up to this idea. But it took a while for me to corner Rocco at the gym. Then one day he came over while I was getting onto the leg press machine.

“Dude, you’ve been working out a lot lately! Good on you,” he said.

Was he on to me? Suspicious about why I’d suddenly increased my gym routines?

We shot the shit for a while before I managed to pull him aside from the other patrons and explained my Adele situation. To say he was surprised and enthused about the proposition would be a gross understatement — on both counts.

“Holy crap, man! Just tell me when you wanna do it. I’ll be there,” he replied.

Rocco came by our place for drinks the next Saturday afternoon. It was a bit early for booze, but we all stood in the kitchen and sipped screwdrivers. Adele wore one of her sexiest casual dresses: a short white frock with a pattern of tiny red hearts pierced with arrows.

Rocco was nervous, which didn’t surprise me. The three of us talked about gym stuff: Some of the weird people who hung out there. Trainers who didn’t know what they were doing. Things like that.

When the talk paused, Adele walked right over to him, put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him squarely on the lips. Then she took a moment to look deep into his eyes. He had a silly smile on his face, obviously drunk on the fact that he was about to enjoy the body of another guy’s girlfriend. She took his hand, and they kissed again. Or, I should say, they French-kissed.

When they came up for air, the three of us made a beeline for the bedroom, clothes sailing through the air as we disrobed.

Adele and Rocco stood at the foot of the bed completely naked, awkwardly embracing, their bodies touching lightly. He reached around to grab a buttock of hers in each hand, pulling her cheeks apart to expose her bunghole. I ambled over and got on my knees behind her, self-conscious about the erect penis that swayed about as I moved. I homed in on her backdoor with my tongue, teasing the nerve endings of her anus and making her sigh and moan.

“Sit on the bed, Rocco,” she commanded. “I want to suck that cock of yours.”

I moved my mouth away from her asshole.

“No problem,” Rocco replied.

He seemed even more lust-struck than before. His forehead was moist with sweat. He sat at the foot of the bed with a full erection. Seconds later, Adele was on her knees, blowing him with slow, measured motions. Her gorgeous breasts were bobbing like Halloween apples in a tub. I heard sucking and smacking sounds. They were noises I’d never paid that much attention to when it was my cock Adele was devouring.

“Shit, that’s incredible,” Rocco said.

“I know,” I told him.

I was amazed by how turned on I was by the scene. Was I being cuckolded? No, not really. This was the infamous ENM: Everybody needs more.

Feeling more relaxed, I masturbated freely and without embarrassment as Adele and Rocco changed places. She lay back on the bed, and he planted his face at her pussy and began flicking her clit with his tongue.

“Come join us,” Adele said to me between moans. “Bring a condom for Rocco, and one for yourself.”

At first, I watched him fuck her in missionary. His dick pounded Adele’s pussy at a steady pace in much the same rhythm she’d used to suck his dick. As I watched them fuck, I rolled a condom onto my boner. Then I lay beside them on the mattress.

Abruptly, they paused their copulating. Adele had picked up on my cue that it was DP time.

She sat between my legs, facing away from me. In a thoughtful gesture, Rocco somehow managed to use a finger to ready her asshole with our favorite lube. Then my beautiful partner impaled her ass on my rod. I began some gentle upward thrusting as Rocco aimed his condom-sheathed prong at her vagina and planted it in her pussy once more.

As soon as Adele had both dicks inside her, she gasped and erupted in a wild orgasm. Rocco and I then picked up the pace. Soon my body shuddered as I gave up my load. He followed suit in her pussy only seconds later.

The three of us continued our carnal cavorting into the early evening. We had two more DP rounds before Rocco finally collected his clothes and headed home.

Adele and I cuddled for a half hour or so in our tangled mess of bedsheets, more than a bit fatigued by the fun.

“Now, about that foursome,” I started.

“Do you think Rocco would get along with Willow?” Adele interjected.

“I was just going to suggest that!” I marveled.

“Great minds think alike.”

She playfully kissed my right nipple and rested her head on my shoulder. Minutes later, we drifted off to sleep.