My wife and I liked to tell people that we met at an orgy. In part, that’s just me and Mary being smartasses. But it was also to feel out new folks, to see if maybe they were hip, if they were friends who might want to play with us.

But there was also some real truth to the aforementioned statement. Mary and I did in fact first meet at a party, and that party was of the naked variety.

It had happened late in our college years. Somehow, Mary and I had never crossed paths before, though we both attended the same school. I had recently fallen in with a crowd of wild party people. Maybe I was making up for time lost in my earlier terms, when I studied like a monk in his cell. Maybe I was just grabbing a last chance at unbridled fun before real-life set in for good.

My new friends threw the most notorious parties on campus. I’d heard the rumors, and I was determined to experience one those legendary shindigs firsthand.

When I entered the rented off-campus house, I was expecting piles of writhing nude bodies. It wasn’t like that. But the guests were loose and cheerful, and there was definitely a strong sex vibe going on in those rooms, where everybody mingled in a friendly manner.

I realized after a while that couples — and at least one trio I’d noticed — were peeling off and going upstairs. I was talking with a woman named Margot. Things were flirty, and I was attracted to her. I was working my way up to asking her out when she took my hand, kissed it with her soft lips and said with a bewitching smile, “Want to go up and grab a bed?”

Nothing in my reasonably successful sex life up to that point had prepared me for so straightforward an offer. I stammered my agreement, and Margot and I climbed the stairs, found a momentarily unoccupied room and proceeded to strip.

She was beautiful. I groped, fondled, licked and sucked her various enticing parts. She handled me with an eager ease. Soon we were fucking away. I could barely believe what was happening, but my body knew it was real. Excitement raged in me. But I made sure Margot got in a couple of good climaxes before I blew my load in an eruption of bliss.

Margot smiled, then walked out of the room naked. I noticed other mounds of clothes were on the floor, presumably belonging to previous visitors to the bedroom. I realized the garments’ owners must be wandering around the house naked!

I dared to leave the room without my clothes. Other nude figures drifted through the hallways, going in and out of various rooms. A woman softly raked her nails across my chest as she passed me. Another gal emerging from a bedroom gave my balls a gentle squeeze with a dazed giggle.

Obeying my instincts, I pushed open a door. There was a woman reclined on a bed with her limbs splayed, her hair tousled and her ripe tits heaving. I thought: She just got fucked. I also thought: She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

She beckoned me in. My cock was rising again. As we fucked, I felt the slickness of previous sex in her. Her pussy was gooey with jizz, and I eventually added another load to the mix.

Afterward, she introduced herself and told me her name was Mary.

I had found out two things that wonderful evening. One was that I really dug fucking a woman after somebody else had just plowed her cunt. And two, I was pretty much in love with Mary.

The latter turned out to be the real deal and not just lust-inspired interest. Less than a year later, I proposed to her the night before our graduation. By then I knew she had serious feelings for me as well. But she hesitated to answer.

She finally said, “I really do love you. But I honestly don’t know if I can commit to one person, even you. I like sexual variety. I don’t want to break your heart somewhere down the line.”

I replied, “I wasn’t thinking we’d have a conventional marriage, babe.”

That was how it began. We had maintained that marvelously unconventional marriage for several years, and through it all, Mary did indeed like a little variety. That meant outside lovers. Luckily, she was fine with me fucking her afterward. I think it turned her on as much as it thrilled me.

So we had to find playmates for her, ones who wouldn’t get freaked out by our peculiar proclivities. That was why with select people we rolled out the we-met-at-an-orgy story to gauge their reactions.

Leo was the most recent person to whom I gave the line. He was a handsome handball partner of mine. When I heralded him with our lascivious tale, he said, “Damn, that’s hot!”

Mary took it from there. She usually made the initial sexual proposal, then I backed her up. Leo’s eyes flashed back and forth between us as we laid out the particulars. Some people in the past had bolted. But more had gone along. Which would Leo be?

With a flushed face, he asked, “When can we do this?”

That very moment seemed like a very good time to me, and we all agreed.

We were already at our place. We’d invited Leo over for a glass of wine that he’d barely touched. Mary led him to the bedroom, and I followed close behind them.

There, they hastily undressed each other where they stood. Mary was already in a state of excitement when his hands closed over her scrumptious tits. She sighed as he tweaked her stiffened nipples. His cock was erect and as stiff as a ramrod.

She pulled him onto the bed. As they lay together, my own cock felt uncomfortably large in my pants. With trembling hands, I stripped myself. The sight of Leo groping my wife, and Mary fondling him, was working its torrid magic on me. Jealousy didn’t even flicker on my radar. I was simply captivated by the lovely display before me.

Naked, I walked back and forth, watching them from all angles. Leo didn’t show any discomfort at my presence. Mary occasionally caught my gaze with hers, her eyes glinting like gems. She had his cock in her hand and was pumping his swollen shaft.

My cock had twitched into a straining hardness. It barely bobbled as I moved to give myself the clearest view of Leo sucking on Mary’s tits. He pulled back, allowing me to see his tongue batting her hard buds. His teeth flashed, and she moaned with pleasure as he nibbled her nips.

Leo moved down her silky smooth body, exploring her with his lips. She responded gratifyingly to his touch. He trailed a line of kisses along her flat belly. She opened her legs to him. Leo got between them and put his mouth to her gleaming snatch. Again his tongue got busy. He licked her outer lips, then delved between them. Mary’s hips bucked on the bed. Her face had a patina of perspiration, and her hair was scattered around her head on the pillow.

I liked her like that — in utter disarray. Leo ate her harder, and I silently cheered him on. She raked her fingers through his hair, her mouth hanging open as she panted. Then her teeth clenched, and her beautiful body tensed. She cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She stayed on her back as Leo reared up. Fuck her, I thought as he shifted his position. But instead he quickly climbed up her body, straddled her chest and offered her his cock. Mary immediately wrapped her lips around his crown. Leo grabbed the headboard and slowly stroked into my wife’s mouth.

She swallowed him all the way, and I knew how good that felt. I watched the flex of Leo’s firm ass as he plunged his dick into her again and again. Mary was groaning around his staff. Her hand was between her legs, her fingers stroking her cleft. In a matter of a feverish minute, she was writhing through another wild climax.

Leo took that as his cue to shift position again. Finally, he was on top of her. I crouched to watch at eye level as his cock entered her. He buried himself in her streaming pussy.

Within seconds, he was pounding away at her. She was answering his hard thrusts, her ass coming up off the mattress as she bucked her hips upward. I found my eyes lingering on the toned ass of my wife’s lover. I very much hoped he would stick around and watch while I fucked her after him.

They continued their frenzied fuck, moving in a carnal blur. Mary cried out first, but Leo swiftly joined her, shooting his jizz into her. Pre-come drizzled from my dick in anticipation. When Leo finally levered off her and staggered away from the bed, I fairly leapt into his place.

Mary was a lovely mess. Her skin glistened, and her pussy was slick with another man’s come. I wasted no time. I slammed my cock into her gooey hole. Leo’s spunk was still warm in her. This only turned me on more, ratcheting my excitement up into levels that were almost painful.

Mary pulled me against her disheveled post-coital self. I stroked desperately into her, loving her, loving that she understood my needs and so very glad that they corresponded so neatly with hers. Ours was a damn fortunate marriage.

She was soft and slippery beneath me, but her responses were strong. Her eyes blazed, and her tits heaved. I felt the clench of her pussy around my shaft.

Her gaze strayed past me, and I turned my head to see Leo watching us with a rapturous expression, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His cock was twitching, and as it rose, he took himself in hand and started to pump his rod.

It only added to my swiftly mounting pleasure. I fucked Mary with a boundless energy. I pounded her deep, knowing Leo’s cock had been where I was only moments before. His jizz contributed to the feeling of slickness that was so pleasing to me.

My final fury overtook me. My balls tightened, then I was erupting, my come jetting out in hot spurts. Mary shook with her climax. Leo was probably still jerking off. I kissed Mary and whispered a heartfelt, “I love you.”