Charlie’s beautiful bride bestows the perfect anniversary present on her man when she brings her best friend into their marital bed.

My wife has the magic touch. That’s what I’ve always said. When Lucinda sets her sights on something, she almost always manages to get what she wants. Take me for instance. After we were married, Luci confessed that early on in our relationship she’d told her closest girlfriends one day she’d be my wife.

“But how did you know?” I asked.

“I had a feeling,” she said in her matter-of-fact way. “My instincts rarely let me down.”

Over the years, I’ve seen her go for the gold ring many times. When she sets goals for herself — whether at work, in the gym, or even more whimsical tasks such as learning a new crafty skill — she meets each one. She tends to land the accounts she covets at her office, she’s taken part in marathons, and our walls are filled with her needlepoint artwork.

So when Lucinda explained she’d invited a girl for us to share, I knew the evening would go exactly to her sexual specifications.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Lucinda and I have been married for three years. During our time together, we’ve experienced our share of erotic activities. I knew my baby was an erotic powerhouse when I met her, and I’m pleased to say that her libido has never waned. In fact, if a girl could wake up with morning wood, I know Luci would. As it is, I often awake to find her mouth on my dick as she helps me greet the day with a blowjob.

We’ve fucked outdoors — on a sunlit beach in Hawaii and on the deck of a snowy cabin in Colorado. We’ve used all sorts of sex toys — for both her and for me. (She was the one to suggest I might like pegging, and she was right!) We’ve read x-rated bedtime stories aloud — and even reenacted some of the dirtier ones. However, up until recently, one of the few things we hadn’t done together was have a threesome with another woman. (Yes, we’d had a ménage with my best man, at Luci’s instigation and with my blessing.)

Every year on our anniversary, Luci likes to surprise me with a new naughty activity for us to check off our sex list. She’s a clever girl. She often gives me hints leading up to the event, in order for me to guess what I’m in for. Spinning fantasies in the days that lead up to our anniversary is often just as hot as the actual experience. For our first, in honor of the traditional (if boring) gift of paper, Luci had a photographer friend of hers take boudoir shots to give me as a lead-up. Then that night, she and I took our own digital pictures, which were far dirtier than the ones she and Joe created.

For our second anniversary, Luci went lingerie shopping — for me. The traditional gift for the second year of marriage is cotton, so Luci found exciting outfits for me to wear while I fucked her that night.

This year, I waited. But nothing was revealed. Luci didn’t say a word in the days prior to our anniversary. I found myself feeling forlorn. On the night of our anniversary, I sipped champagne that Luci had poured. My beautiful bride was as stunning as ever. This evening, she had on a halter dress in ruby leather and a pair of matching high heels. Her blonde hair was braided and coiled into a bun. She looked elegant and even a little mysterious. We’d decided to stay in for dinner — well, Luci had and I’d agreed to do whatever she craved. Still feeling a little sad, I watched my wife move gracefully past me to the dining room.

I followed her, thinking that maybe the bloom was off the rose, as it were. Maybe we truly were going to become one of those “old married couples.” The kind who spend their Friday nights in front of the TV, eating frozen dinners, and …

I suddenly noticed that Luci was setting an extra place on our antique, walnut table.

“Are we having a guest for dinner?” I asked, confused.

“Oh, yes,” Luci told me. “I hope you don’t mind. I asked Martha if she’d join us.”

“For our anniversary?”

“Well, she’s the present,” Luci said matter-of-factly, and my cock got hard.

“The present?” I repeated in a hoarse voice. Had I heard her correctly? I mentally chided myself for believing that Luci had finished sowing her wild oats. How could I have thought that for a second? Luci winked at me as she continued to fuss with the table settings. In the center of the table was the bouquet I’d brought her for our anniversary. Now that Luci was happy with the way the flowers looked, she set candles on the runner and put a box of matches nearby.

She hurried past me to the kitchen right as the doorbell rang.

“That must be Martha!” Luci sang out. “Will you get the door, Charlie?”

Martha is a friend of my wife’s from their sorority days. The women have stayed in touch over the years, and I am a longtime fan of the dangerous brunette. Martha’s flat out smoldering. She is dark to Luci’s light — brown eyes, black hair, full lips, wicked curves.

And there she was when I opened the door, dressed in a formfitting black dress made of some delightfully clingy material. If ever there was a body to wear stretchy fabric, it’s Martha’s. She’s built of luscious curves in all the right places. There was a zipper running down the front of the dress, from the “V” at the center of her impressive cleavage all the way to the hem. It was all I could do not to unzip her on our doorstep.

I greeted her as gentlemanly as I could when all I really wanted to do was fuck her in the hallway. Martha smirked at me. The look in her eyes told me she could read every filthy thought flickering through my mind. I half hoped she could, because then she’d know that I’d had fantasies about doing her doggy-style since the first day we’d met, and that what made my cock hard in a flash was imagining taking her up the ass.

I cleared my throat and called out to Lucinda. “Where do you want us, hon? The dining room?”

Luci came in with a glass of champagne for her friend. The women greeted each other warmly, and then Luci play-punched my arm and said, “No, silly. The food’s for after.”

“After,” I repeated, as dumbly as I had when she’d first told me Martha was dinner. I mean Martha was coming to dinner.

“After we fuck, ” Luci said, as if I were the slowest man on the planet. If I were a cartoon character, my tongue would have unfolded and rolled across the floor. I did my best to nod and act as if I had been in on this surprise the whole time. Of course, of course, after we fuck. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Because fucking will definitely help us work up an appetite, and I can’t wait to fuck …

As these thoughts rambled uselessly through my head, the women began to kiss. Oh, dear lord, yes, they were kissing. Mere feet away from me. Where I could see them. Where I could hear the sounds of their lips against each other, see when Martha put one hand on Luci’s ass and squeezed. Luci echoed the move, but she pulled Martha’s dress up in the back so I could see that her friend was completely bare beneath the black jersey number. No thong. No nothing. Just gorgeous, creamy asscheeks.

I made a somewhat choked noise then that was half moan, half groan.

The women looked at me and laughed together. “Oh, poor Charlie,” Martha said, and she reached out a hand and pulled me close. Suddenly, there was a vixen on either side of me. I put one arm around my wife, fondling the body that I know and love through the red leather. More tentatively, I put my other arm around Martha, and I mirrored the same movements with my hand on her.

For a second, I closed my eyes, feeling positively overwhelmed by happiness. One of the plots Luci and I had re-enacted from a story we’d read involved a couple and another woman. For that night, Luci had worn a black wig and had swapped her standard pink nightie for risqué leopard-print. Now I realized she’d been channeling Martha.

We didn’t have to pretend now. Martha was here in the flesh. She seemed to want me to touch her more aggressively, because she turned and practically started humping me with her pussy flush against my hip.

“Bedroom,” I said, swallowing hard.

“Can you make it that far?” Luci teased me.

“I’ll try,” I promised.

The women raced down the hall together. They were all giggles, and I realized as I quickly followed them that they must have been planning this event for some time. They’d already had days — or even weeks — to digest what they were going to do while everything was new to me. That didn’t cause me any pause when I entered the room.

What did make me hesitate was the fact that they’d both taken off their clothes. They were wearing matching lingerie — Luci in the leopard panties, Martha in the leopard bra, as if they’d split a set — further cementing my concept that this night had been in the making for some time.

I stood in the doorway and stared at them.

“You’re beautiful,” I said. “You’re both so fucking beautiful.”

They smiled at me and started kissing each other once more. This time, I leaned against the wall and watched. The fact that this was really happening, that I didn’t have to rush, that we were all going to get off together, had finally seemed to settle into my brain. I could take my time. I could linger. I could watch. So I did.

I watched Martha cradle Luci’s braless tits. I watched Martha bend and start to suck Luci’s nipples, first one, and then the other. I watched Martha put her hand into Luci’s panties and pinch her clit.

I love pinching that clit. Luci responds in such a generous way when I touch her clitoris a little roughly. She fills my hand with her nectar. Now, I knew she was doing this for her friend. Martha had to have a palm glossy with Luci’s juices. When she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, I knew I’d been right.

I realized I was touching my dick through my jeans, and I hadn’t even known it. I was rubbing the heel of my hand against my erection, and I was almost humming under my breath. The power and the pleasure felt so intense. In my fantasies, I always saw myself taking the lead in situations like this. I was the one who strode forward and orchestrated the women, telling them to suck me or to fuck each other. In reality, I found that I was almost paralyzed by the pure beauty before me. Martha seemed at ease in the role of the aggressor. She pushed Luci back on the bed and peeled off her panties. Luci said, “Baby, my vibrator’s in the drawer next to the bed.”

It took me a minute to realize she was talking to me!

As soon as I made the connection, I went to the bedside table and removed her purple vibe. I handed it to Martha, who said, “Why don’t you show me how you like to use it on her?”

My heart swelled in my chest. She was making sure I was included. Wasn’t that so sweet? I climbed onto the bed, and I began to run the tip of the vibrator over Luci’s clit. While I did this, Martha returned to playing with my wife’s tits. Seeing Luci so well taken care of made me feel incredibly satisfied. My wife was in heaven. I was stimulating her clit with the vibrator, and her best friend was really working those sensitive nips of hers. Luci had her eyes closed, and her hips kept moving up to meet the vibrator. She was clearly on the verge of an orgasm. I love watching her come. She almost seems to throw off light with her body. She’s such a vibrant woman that her orgasms almost make me climax simply from watching.

Then things got even better when Martha said, “Let me try.” I sat back against the wall and watched as Martha began to fuck Luci with the vibrator. In seconds, my wife was nearly out of her head. She was rocking her hips forward and back and sighing as the pleasure amped up inside her.

Martha said, “You kiss her nipples while I fuck her. I know how much she likes that.”

I stopped short. How much she likes that? The words made it sound as if Martha and Lucinda had been lovers in the past. I looked at my wife who was clearly teetering on the brink of a monster orgasm. Luci opened her eyes and managed to smile at me and say, “We did it a few times in college, Charlie. I thought I’d told you.”

Then — wham — I could see the climax flare through her. She gripped my hand and squeezed, her hips absolutely beating a rhythm onto the mattress. Martha didn’t let a second pass. She asked, “Do you have a strap-on, babe?”

I knew the answer to that. I found Luci’s harness and dildo and handed it over to Martha who buckled on the device like she’d been wearing one for years.

“How’s this sound?” she turned to look at me. “I’m going to fuck Luci the way I know she loves to be fucked, and you get to fuck my ass.”

I was nodding and disrobing and saying yes, all at the same time.

Luci seemed to be ready for Martha’s proposition. She was already getting on all fours and presenting her hindquarters to her friend. Martha had her hand between Luci’s legs, scooping up some of my wife’s dew and using the lube to grease the toy.

I kept looking from one woman to the other. Honestly, I was still in awe that this evening was even occurring. How had I thought that Luci and I were in a rut? We’d never be. I was certain of that now. There would always be new horizons to venture to, fresh fields to plow, new friends to fuck.

Speaking of plowing, I watched as Martha slotted her dickhead against Luci’s pussy hole. Then she gripped Luci’s hips the way I do, and without a moment of hesitation, she drove inside.

Luci lowered her head and started whimpering. “Oh, that feels so good,” she said, her voice a hoarse mixture of lust and honey. “Keep fucking me just like that.”

My cock seemed to pull me almost magnetically toward Martha. I gave the girls a few moments to become acclimated to one another. Then I got behind Martha and put my fingertips between her legs. She was dripping wet under the harness. Fucking Luci with the vibrator and now with the strap-on seemed to have turned on Martha in a huge way.

But I wasn’t going to rely on pussy juice for lube. I lifted the bottle we keep handy on the nightstand, and I poured a generous amount of the liquid into my cupped palm. Then I got into position behind Martha. My heart was racing so fast. There I was, about to fuck my wife’s best friend, and with not only Luci’s blessing but her moans and sighs as she was getting reamed.

I couldn’t imagine a better anniversary present!

Martha seemed to sense what I wanted, because she leaned forward a little, offering me her heart-shaped ass. I slicked her up good and proper with the lube and my fingers, and she encouraged me by saying, “Oh, Charlie. That’s amazing.”

If simply being lubed up made her purr, I couldn’t wait to find out how actually being fucked would make her feel. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait at all. Martha said, “Now, Charlie. Fuck me now!”

I pressed my dick to her rear hole and penetrated her in one swift thrust. Martha froze for a moment. She was like a gorgeous statue. Then her whole body shivered with a sort of irrepressible delight, and she returned to the job of plundering my wife.

After that, the three of us worked in delicious tandem. Martha thrust, I thrust, and Luci moaned. At some point, Luci said, “Next time, I’m wearing the strap-on, Mar,” and I won an instant vision of that — but I had to wonder whether she planned on fucking her friend or me.

Not this night, though. This night was all about a chain reaction — a train of carnal desires. Not surprisingly, Martha got off first. She was sandwiched between the two of us, after all, and she came in such a powerful wave that she brought Luci with her. Martha ground out her climax into Luci’s pussy, and my bride began to whimper and cry out, her hands clutching our satin sheets in both clenched fists.

I came last. At least, that’s what I thought as I deposited my load into Martha’s ass. But somehow my climax triggered another one within Martha, who pulled out of Luci and quivered all over with bliss.

I looked over her shoulder and saw that Luci was greedily rubbing out another orgasm with her fingers on her snatch. Let me tell you — this was a breathtaking sight. The girls seemed to have completely lost any inhibitions they might ever have had. They were overwhelmed by ecstasy.

We took a break then to shower off and make ourselves presentable for dinner even though we were only having supper by ourselves in the dining room. I washed off in the master bath. The girls disappeared into the powder room adjoining our guest room. I could only imagine what they were doing in there with the hand-held shower massager. My cock got hard again as I washed off, and I wondered if we really were done for the evening, or if maybe …

When we met up in the dining room, I was charmed to see my wife and her friend had decided to dine in the nude. I took off the clothes I’d recently dressed in, too, so that we’d all be on even footing.

Luci brought out the food she’d made — and we all pretended we were going to eat it. But after a few sly smiles at one another, we ended up clearing the plates and going at it once more right there on the table.

Fuck the food, I thought. Who needed appetizers, entrées and dessert? Fucking my gorgeous wife and her friend was the best anniversary present ever. Or, knowing Luci, I should say “yet.”