I’m a thirty-three-year-old construction worker with what I think is a nice story to tell.

My wife, Annabelle, and I have been together six years, and the last three have been truly spectacular. We met when she started waiting tables at my favorite diner; one look at her and I was hooked. I guess she took a shine to me, too, because we flirted a lot that first night and a few weeks later we were dating. The first time we had sex I realized this was the girl for me; she took it up the ass like a pro and even begged for more.

Our first three years together were really good, but then for a while we fell into a relationship rut where sex became more of a duty than a pleasure we both looked forward to. One night we sat down and had an old-fashioned heart-to-heart. We came away realizing that we shared many of the same fantasies, most of them revolving around having sex with other people. Not cheating, mind you, just partying as a couple with other like-minded folk.

Well, it wasn’t long after this important revelation that we set in motion the lifestyle that we enjoy to this day. I came home after being away for a week and Annabelle said she wanted us to pick up her girlfriend, Louise, and spend a night on the town. Sounded good to me, so we picked up Louise and drove into town. We went barhopping, shot pool, danced and just generally had ourselves a good old time.

On the way home, my wife suggested we take a winding country road back instead of the much more crowded highway. I agreed, and a good thing, too, because before very long I had to take a piss something bad. Annabelle pulled off the road and I hurried into the bushes. While I was peeing, I noticed my wife and Louise watching me with big smiles on their faces. When I got back to the car I asked Annabelle what she was up to. She giggled.

“Nothing yet,” she said, unable to suppress her wicked smile.

She was up to something, I knew. Taking her in my arms, I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her I loved her very much. Then Louise, who was in the back, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her breath was warm in my ear as she said, “Bert, I’ve wanted to ball you for the longest time, and tonight’s the night. Annabelle tells me you’ve got the biggest dick. I can’t wait to see it.”

I took a look at my wife, who grinned and gave my crotch a quick squeeze before putting the car in drive and taking off. “Hurry, honey,” Louise said to Annabelle. “My panties are so wet you’d think I wet myself, that’s how horny I am.” The idea of doing Louise, a fun-loving brown-haired, brown-eyed gal who served drinks at a bar in town favored by bikers, started me thinking really dirty thoughts. “Yeah, step on it, sweetie,” I said to my wife, putting a hand on her thigh.

Once home, we made a beeline for the bedroom where it was like a race to see who could get out of their clothes the fastest. Naked, Louise jumped into bed and I followed, with Annabelle taking a seat at her vanity. I took my time exploring Louise’s lovely body, kissing my way from her neck to her nice tits and then on down to her sweet pussy. She gave a little cry of joy when my tongue slithered inside her love hole.

“Oh, Bert,” she sighed, “I didn’t know you were such a good pussy eater.”

“The best I’ve ever come across,” came my wife’s voice from the other side of the room. I took a moment to see what she was up to and found her gently rubbing her pussy with one hand while fondling her tits with the other. “And just wait till his cock is inside you. You’ll think you’re in heaven.”

“God, I can’t wait,” Louise said excitedly.

But I made her wait as I patiently and lovingly tongued that wonderful pussy of hers. And when I started in on her clit, poking at it with my tongue and nibbling on it, Louise went through the roof. Her thighs tightened around my head and she darn near had me gasping for breath as she cried out with joy and came like a house afire. I let her calm down some before I got up on my knees and began pushing my hard-on into her soaking pussy.

“Oh, my God!” Louise exclaimed, looking over at my wife. “He’s so fuckin’ big. I can’t take him.”

But of course she could, and soon enough she was howling with joy as I worked my manhood in and out of her love hole. “Oh, fuck me, fuck me,” she kept saying. Her long nails dug into my back as I pounded her pussy, but I hardly noticed because the feel of her cunt wrapped around my shaft was so beautiful. Louise came twice before I pulled out of her and shot my load all over her tits. This was at her request, of course. Annabelle had told her that I come a lot and Louise wanted to see for herself just how much semen I ejaculated. “Wow,” she said when I was finished shooting. “I’m impressed.”

Louise and I regrouped and then made room for Annabelle in the bed. Together Louise and I kissed and licked and stroked my wife to the point where she was moaning nonstop. Then I got a pleasant surprise when Louise began eating my wife. I assumed this was a first-time thing, but I wasn’t about to ask questions because the sight of another woman slobbering over my wife’s cunt had gotten me hard again.

Louise licked and sucked Annabelle to a nice orgasm before I took over. We did it doggy-style, my wife’s favorite, and as I plowed her pussy from behind Louise stroked my bobbing butt and even slipped a finger inside it, which almost made me lose it then and there. When I announced that I was getting ready to blast off, Louise demanded to see me shoot my load. But Annabelle said she wanted a taste, so I wound up spilling my seed on the outstretched tongues of two lovely ladies instead of just one.

The night didn’t end there, either. In between little breaks to regain some strength, Louise, my wife and I sucked and fucked as though sex was going out of style. The women took turns sucking my cock and balls and riding my dick, which hadn’t gotten such a workout in many a moon. Happily, though, I was up to the challenge, seeing both women through one orgasm after another until we all three collapsed in a tangle of tired, sweaty limbs and fell into a deep sleep.

That, then, was how my wife and I started to energize our relationship. And it was really so easy. All we had to do was be honest with each other and own up to the fact that we both wanted to fuck other people. As long as we do this together — as “a team,” like my wife says — then only more good can come from it. Since our night with Louise, Annabelle and I have enjoyed many other threesomes and a number of foursomes where we’ve swapped spouses with another adventurous couple.

All I can say is that life, my friends, is good. Real, real good.