Well before I married Cole, I was up-front with him about my predilections. I made my revelation the first night we hooked up, right after we screwed, and being that those were our mutual wild days, it had happened at a raucous party.

Cole and I went upstairs, commandeered a bedroom and went at it. The sex was fantastic. When he came with a thundering climax, I wasn’t far behind with hot pleasure racing through my body. 

Afterward, he lay there drained and dazed.

“You rocked my world,” he said, grinning lazily.

I smiled back and snatched up my phone.

“Who’re you texting?” Cole asked.

“Randy. He’s downstairs. I clued him in earlier. He’s my second course. We don’t mind if you want to watch us.”

Seconds later, Randy knocked on the door. I told him to come in, making no move to cover myself up. Looking shocked, Cole hopped up and wrapped himself hastily in a sheet.

I said, gently, “Look, Cole. I really like you. And that was great. But it’s just not enough for me. I need it again, right away. That’s how I am.”

Randy, meanwhile, undressed unselfconsciously. His cock stood up, and I was ready for it. I looked again to Cole. It was the moment of truth — he would either bolt or stay, be disgusted or entranced. Randy had no problem batting second. He’d once told me there was nothing like pussy when another man had just been in it.

As Randy climbed on top of me and started plowing away, my unabated arousal continued to surge. I bucked beneath him, needing the extra attention — craving it, in fact.

Cole stood by the bed and watched. In his eyes was something more than shock or lust. I saw the first glimmers of love there, which was good because I was already feeling serious affection for him.

Before the end of the year, we were married. By then we had arranged our sex lives to accommodate my particular tastes. They had become Cole’s tastes, too. He understood what I needed. He had even gone second himself a few times, just to see what it was like. But he preferred to be the one who started me off. Then he usually stayed to watch whoever had me next.

Naturally, it took some negotiating to line up a ready cast of players. These secondary lovers, like Randy, came and went — as it were — and I got my pleasure from them. But Cole and I had both matured some. We weren’t crazy kids anymore. We were still gloriously in love — physically, mentally, emotionally. But the idea of someone steady in our lives appealed to both of us. No more mad scramble to find that No. 2 lover on any given night. What if we had somebody who was always...there?

“We’re talking about a live-in person here, right?” queried Cole. “Just so we both understand.”

I took his hand in mine. We both had lucrative careers, and we’d bought ourselves a nice place with a small guest house on the property.

“There’s that cottage out back. He could live there, have his independence. He wouldn’t get on our nerves. We could charge him nominal rent, so he wouldn’t feel like a pet.”

“And when we needed him...” Cole was grinning.

“...he could oblige us.”

Like with Cole, everything would have to be up-front, fully open and honest.

Over the next weeks, we discussed potential candidates. We had a wide circle of friends, some of whom had played our bedroom games with us. But our decision had to be made carefully. The man had to be perfect.

Cole and I both had jobs where we had to go to social functions. One evening, at one such affair — while we were still seeking our perfect third — my husband hurried over to me after mingling out of my sight awhile.

“OK, there’s a guy here named Wesley.” He sounded excited. “He thinks you’re incredibly hot. He pointed you out to me, then cringed when I said you’re my wife. But I told him everything was cool and drew him out. He just got out of a swinging relationship and seems — well, like our kind of person!”

My interest was piqued, so I went with Cole to meet Wesley. I was struck instantly by how poised and handsome he was — not arrogant, just sure of himself. I looked him boldly up and down, and he returned my shameless stare.

We talked for a bit. He was intelligent, sophisticated and at loose ends. His recent breakup had left him in a bind. He was currently living out of a motel room.

I said, “The party’s winding down, Wesley. Would you like to come to our place for a drink?”

Back at the house, the sexual tension ratcheted higher and higher the more we talked and the flirtier everyone became. Finally, I set down my champagne glass, looked straight at Wesley and said to my husband, “Cole, isn’t it time you fucked me?”

Right on cue, my loving spouse answered: “Indeed it is. To the bedroom.”

Plainly Wesley was invited along, but we didn’t wait for him. We undressed and got on the bed. Cole’s cock was hard, and my pussy was streaming. We kissed and groped. His strong hands kneaded my tits. Meanwhile, I squeezed his ass and reached between us to pump his hard shaft.

At that point, I noticed Wesley standing in the doorway. There was a noticeable swelling at the front of his slacks as he watched us.

Cole and I decided not to waste any further time. He got up on me, and I let out a long cry of delight as he slipped his cock into my snatch. He started stroking in and out of me right away. He, too, knew Wesley was witnessing us, which added an extra sparkle to his eyes.

His rhythm redoubled. He was pounding me intensely, and an inevitable, familiar orgasm was welling up within me. Cole always touched me in all the perfect places and ways. If I could have a clone of him, it would have solved my sexual dilemma. But honestly, it was more fun to have a second player to spice it all up.

Cole’s face was etched with ecstasy, and he shot off jets of come inside me. I writhed through my climax, feeling it touch me everywhere. After my husband released his last spurt, he rolled off me, panting. My excitement remained at red-needle intensity.

I turned toward Wesley with pleading eyes. I was gratified to see him removing his clothes without a word from me.

He came toward the bed with his erect cock bobbling stiffly in front of him. Cole slipped off the mattress and padded quietly to a nearby chair, where he sat to watch us. I was full of Cole’s come, but I wanted to be crammed with Wesley’s cock.

Wesley stood at the edge of the bed. In a hoarse voice he said, “One’s not enough, is it.”

My breath caught. He understood me.

“That’s right,” I uttered longingly.

“Then let these be truly sloppy seconds.” Wesley crawled onto the bed. With confident motions, he spread my already splayed legs. But instead of putting his cock in me, he lowered his face between my sweaty thighs.

Astonished, I lifted my head in time to see him fearlessly run his tongue along my slit. Cole had just shot his load into me, and Wesley had seen it! And yet he dove in to eat my goo-filled pussy. His tongue went up and down my furrow, then slipped inside me. There was no way he wasn’t tasting Cole’s cream, but he didn’t flinch or hesitate. He pushed his tongue deeper, then pulled out to swirl the tip over my throbbing clit.

My body shivered as excitement spilled over into my blood and being. Wesley tongued my clitoris mercilessly until my hips were jerking and my ass was bucking.

I came with a shriek. Wesley kept his mouth on me, tonguing me and continuing to slurp up stray gobs of Cole’s come.

When he rose from between my legs, his chin was glistening. I looked sidelong at Cole. He seemed stunned, but his cock was also twitching back to hardness.

Wesley certainly appeared to be an excellent candidate for our live-in fuck partner. But I didn’t let myself get ahead of things. I needed to pace myself.

Instead, I took hold of Wesley’s cock as he moved up the bed. I wanted him to screw me, but I wanted a taste of him first. I swung up onto my knees and deftly dropped my mouth onto his staff.

He gasped as I sucked him down to his nutsac, which I took in my fingers and squeezed delicately, adding to his pleasure. I bobbed my head up and down on him awhile as his flavor filled my mouth and throat.

Finally, I let him go. Again with confidence in his movements, he drew me up and turned me about. I ended up on my hands and knees as he moved in behind me. I realized I was facing Cole, who was still sitting nearby. He had his rejuvenated cock in hand and was pumping his meat with his eyes riveted on us.

Wesley’s hands landed on the halves of my ass. His cockhead nudged against my drenched pussy entrance and slid inside. I moaned happily as he reamed my cunt. I hoped enough of Cole’s load remained inside me for him to feel the extra slickness as he penetrated me.

When he was sunk all the way in, I made sure my hands and knees were firmly planted on the mattress. I looked up at Cole again and saw he was looking right at me. We’d come a long way together since that first night at that party with Randy.

Wesley started stroking into me forcefully. His thrusts were strong, and they quickly grew more urgent, though I had no sense he was hurrying or out of control. He seemed to understand the importance of my need, which still blazed away in me.

He fucked me harder and harder as his balls spanked my ass. He drove to my innermost depths as pleasure rolled within me like reddened thunderheads.

Suddenly, the lightning let loose. I went shrieking into a climax, just as Wesley shot off his tremendous hot load inside me. Cole’s come erupted for the second time that night as he jerked himself, and a few flecks even reached my face.

Later that evening, we made our proposal to Wesley. Looks like we have the perfect new tenant.