I love the letters in your magazine where spouses give the gift of threesomes to their partners.

Usually it’s a woman inviting another woman into bed for her husband. But my situation was a little different…

For Valentine’s Day, I invited a man into my lesbian marital bed.

I am totally gay and have never been interested in men. But my wife, Stella, identifies as bisexual. She’s had many liaisons with men, but since we’ve been together she’s been monogamous. But I can tell she’s missed getting dick. When we see a really good-looking guy walk by she’ll stare, though she does her best to be discreet. And her favorite sex act is me fucking her with a strap-on. I had to face it, my girl still craved cock.

I’m not the jealous type and thought she might appreciate having some playtime with a guy. Some of my friends’ threesomes ended up awkward because the wife got jealous of the other woman, but it wouldn’t go that way with us. For me, it was all about Stella.

It didn’t take much thinking for me to come up with the perfect guy: our neighbor Omar, who’s constantly flirting with us. Of course, he knows we’re married, but it’s all in fun and not creepy at all. He’s tall, dark and handsome, if you’re into that. Of course, he’s enraptured by Stella, who is a stunning femme. She’s lean and lanky like a model and grew up in Europe, so she has a posh accent. I’m not quite as glam. I keep my hair short and spiky — right now it’s dyed blonde — and I never wear dresses, skirts or high heels. Sneakers, jeans and T-shirts are my usual uniform.

While Stella was out running errands, I stopped by Omar’s place. We’re such close friends that we can drop in on each other without notice. He even keeps his apartment door unlocked during the day. I knocked and entered, finding him playing a video game in the living room. He waved hello, but kept his eyes locked on the screen. I had to wait until he killed some more mutants before he would talk to me.

“What’s up?” he asked, after he’d advanced a round and saved his place.

“Would you like to fuck Stella?” I asked as he took a sip of soda.

He did one of the best spit-takes I’ve ever seen. Then he asked if it was April Fool’s Day instead of Valentine’s.

I told him, “No, this is for real. I want to give her a man for Valentine’s Day. I know you want to fuck her. I even think you want to fuck me — but that’s not happening. I’ll be there, but this is all about pleasing Stella.”

He didn’t have to think too hard. He didn’t have a steady girlfriend. I told him to make no Valentine’s plans.

“That’s not a problem,” he said dryly. “All that was on tap for me was beer.”

The day finally came. I told Stella I was making her a romantic dinner. I’m not much of a cook, but I did my best, getting candles, wineglasses and everything. After dinner we went to the sofa and started making out.

My tongue was tangling with Stella’s when Omar rang the bell, at precisely the time I’d requested. Stella broke off the kiss and asked, “Who could that be?”

“I’ll get it,” I said, jumping up.

I opened the door, and there he was.

“Hey, look, it’s Omar!” I exclaimed.

I invited him in, much to Stella’s confusion.

I knew Stella was attracted to Omar. In fact, I did a little work beforehand to confirm my hunch. I’d asked her which guy among the many we knew, she would most like to bone. She had said Omar, which sealed the deal for me. So when I led him into the living room, she started to piece things together.

“I have a Valentine’s surprise for you,” I told her. “And here he is!”

She made a funny face and started to laugh but quickly realized I was serious. She adjusted her attitude. “Well, that’s awfully generous of you, Kristen. You, too, Omar.”

I said, “Just one catch. I want to be there. I want to watch him fuck you.”

Stella stood, walked up to me and planted a major kiss on my lips. She turned to Omar, who was standing frozen — as if waiting for instructions — and she gave him a kiss, too. Then she turned and walked to the bedroom. Omar and I followed her like a pair of puppies. She left a trail of items — shoes, skirt, blouse, panties — and we removed our clothes, too. We found her lying in bed, gloriously nude.

Omar and I climbed onto the mattress, he at the head of bed, me at the foot. He sucked on her nipples, while I hunkered down between her legs, licking her pussy to arousal while she hummed with pleasure.

I told Omar we should switch. He looked at me for a final confirmation that it was okay, and I signalled toward her pussy, urging him to go for it. I began kissing Stella, a passionate French kiss, the kind that makes my toes tingle and head spin. From how she responded, I could tell Omar was doing a good job down below with his tongue. The kiss was good, but she was clearly reacting to more.

I sat back to watch. Omar was very gently nibbling and lapping at her.

“She likes it rough,” I told him.

Omar looked a little surprised, but took my advice.

He sat up and placed his fingers in her pussy, looking directly at me as he finger-fucked my wife hard. He increased his speed, using the fingers of his other hand to diddle her clit, and Stella came, almost throwing both of us off the bed.

Omar didn’t wait for my approval to slip his cock inside her. Stella wrapped her legs around him, and I got on the end of the bed to get a look from behind. It was fascinating to watch his cock slide in and out of her gaping pussy.

The two of them switched positions. Then Stella was on top, thrusting down onto his cock. This gave me a chance to have some fun. I moved to her front so I could suck on and play with her nipples. She thanked me for my gift, and I stroked her long, beautiful hair as she rode him.

Finally, they switched to doggy-style. When I’ve fucked Stella with a strap-on, she always enjoyed that position the most. Thinking of that gave me an idea. I ducked into the closet as Omar fucked her from behind. He was sweaty and muscular, and I could see why Stella would be turned on. Remembering that she liked it rough, he gave her ass a smack every once and again, and they weren’t love taps, as I could see the palm prints he left behind. He also tugged on her hair and talked dirty to her.

Before long, Omar’s time had come, and he roared as he climaxed. Stella, for the first time in who knows how long, had a man nutting inside her. Omar fell off to the side and noticed I was wearing a strap-on.

“It’s not for you,” I said to him teasingly, and he laughed. I asked Omar if he could get it up again.

“If I get some help,” he replied.

I got down on the bed. Stella was on one side of him, me on the other. Stella was a little wiped, but she did reach over and play with his balls. His cock slowly started to grow, and before long it was semi-hard. Stella took him in her hand and tugged on his shaft a few times. Then she licked up and down his length before inhaling his cock. She made a seal around it with her lips, gliding them up and down his stiffening erection as she continued fondling his balls.

Omar started groaning. She took his dick out of her mouth with a pop and offered it to me. I smiled and politely declined, so Stella went back to work. He jerked and moaned while she gave his rejuvenated dick an extensive tongue bath, getting him totally hard once more.

“It was fascinating to watch his cock slide in and out of her gaping pussy.”

Now that he was raring to go again, I explained my plan. Stella and I had exchanged a sexual bucket list at one point in our relationship, and I knew for a fact she’d always wanted to be double-penetrated. No time like the present!

I asked her who should get her ass. My strap-on dildo was larger than his cock, so she chose him to take her backdoor. I reclined on the bed, and Stella straddled my dick, filling her pussy with the dildo. Omar got behind her, juiced up with plenty of lube, and worked his cock into her asshole.

Stella went into orbit, figuratively speaking. She trembled as she writhed on my silicone cock while Omar’s fleshy pole invaded her asshole. She leaned forward, crushing her tits against mine, as she let him pummel her backdoor.

My wife was helplessly lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. She dropped her full weight on me, but she’s light enough that I could still thrust up into her easily. I rhythmically bucked my hips upward, spearing her sloppy pussy. Meanwhile, Omar rammed his dick in and out of her back hole. I rarely reamed her that way, so getting ass-fucked was rather novel to start with. But having a real, live dick in her asshole was tremendously kinky for her these days.

Since Omar had already come once, he had excellent staying power. I held Stella tightly, keeping her in place while I continued to pump my hips upward and Omar kept up his jackhammer-like actions. She started whimpering the way she does when a climax is starting to swell in her. If I had the room — and a free hand — I might have reached down and stroked her clit. But she seemed like she was having a good time anyway.

I kinda liked that she was limp and submissive between us, taking everything we had to give. It gave me a dirty thrill to know my pussy-eater was getting her ass pounded by a dude. Omar sped up his pace and finally grunted as he shot off inside her butt. After he caught his breath, he thanked us for a good time, told us we could call him anytime and went home.

I’d rarely seen Stella so aroused and had a feeling we’d be inviting Omar back for more. I still wasn’t interested in fucking him, but I was really interested in watching him screw my wife. Seeing him in action was even more of a turn-on than thinking about it.

Alone in bed, Stella and I ate each other to orgasm. We had some pillow talk and agreed we’d had a great time. She said, “I think Omar really wanted you.”

“Maybe,” I replied, “but I’m a one-woman gal.”

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