I don't have any juicy threesome stories involving my wife, sadly. I did fuck one of my wife's girlfriends before she became my wife, but she certainly didn't "let me" and I don't think she ever found out about it.
I did have a pretty steady lover for a few years who was really in love with another guy and would run to him every time they made up. When they had a spat she would come back to me (sigh). My girlfriend lived in a big communal apartment on Chicago's South Side that had been a big luxury apartment which had been partitioned to create a number of smaller bedrooms. Her bedroom was a relatively small room (with thin walls) that had originally been a large room now broken up into three. Her "roommate" was a gal (with really nice tits) who had the bedroom next to her's.
Her "roommate" really was a sporting gal and I would usually see her with a new guy about every third time I visited the apartment. We heard her and her du jour going at it many times, and she was a bit of a screamer. I'm sure her roommate had heard the two of us go at it more than a few times as well, and a few times when I would leave in the morning her roommate shot me a rather sly grin.
I guess the two women chatted about their respective boyfriends a few times and my girlfriend told me her roommate thought I was attractive, polite, and a "real man". Next time my girlfriend "R" went running back to her main squeeze I guess she felt a little guilty or sorry for me because she fixed me up with her roommate.
We had an affair that lasted a few weeks. She was just a little too slutty for me and I'm pretty sure I was too plain vanilla for her (she did have great tits, though). After the first time we fucked the roommate said "R was right about you". Of course, I had to know what she had said. She replied "R said you had a big cock, a great tongue, and knew how to fuck."
I did have a pretty steady lover for a few years who was really in love with another guy and would run to him every time they made up. When they had a spat she would come back to me (sigh). My girlfriend lived in a big communal apartment on Chicago's South Side that had been a big luxury apartment which had been partitioned to create a number of smaller bedrooms. Her bedroom was a relatively small room (with thin walls) that had originally been a large room now broken up into three. Her "roommate" was a gal (with really nice tits) who had the bedroom next to her's.
Her "roommate" really was a sporting gal and I would usually see her with a new guy about every third time I visited the apartment. We heard her and her du jour going at it many times, and she was a bit of a screamer. I'm sure her roommate had heard the two of us go at it more than a few times as well, and a few times when I would leave in the morning her roommate shot me a rather sly grin.
I guess the two women chatted about their respective boyfriends a few times and my girlfriend told me her roommate thought I was attractive, polite, and a "real man". Next time my girlfriend "R" went running back to her main squeeze I guess she felt a little guilty or sorry for me because she fixed me up with her roommate.
We had an affair that lasted a few weeks. She was just a little too slutty for me and I'm pretty sure I was too plain vanilla for her (she did have great tits, though). After the first time we fucked the roommate said "R was right about you". Of course, I had to know what she had said. She replied "R said you had a big cock, a great tongue, and knew how to fuck."