A Present for Sam
by Amber Willow
Y
ou'd think finding someone to help you suck your husband's cock would be a difficult undertaking. Turns out that it's not really, or at least it wasn't for me.
For months I secretly scoped out our friends, wondering if any would be up for the birthday present I envisioned. I watched for stolen glances or hints of sexy lingerie under conservative attire. I hadn't noticed before, but both were in abundance. I fantasized about each in turn, imagining their enthusiastic participation in my ménage à trois.
It took days to muster enough courage to phone ‘Sweet' Sarah, my first choice. I called her three times, each time hanging up before she answered. Finally I emailed her instead.
Sarah,
Sam's birthday is coming up. I want to bring a third person into our bedroom. I'd really appreciate your input.
Michelle
The reply came hours later. By then I'd chewed my fingernails to the quick.
Michelle,
I didn't know that you were aware of our bi-monthly key parties. As luck would have it, it's our turn to host. The two of you are, of course, welcome. See you on the 19th ;-)
Sarah
I damned near fell off my chair. My response came slowly, typed irregularly with one hesitant finger.
Unfortunately we're unavailable on the 19th. Maybe next time.
Thanks anyway.
I decided a single friend would be better. The next woman I contacted was not shy about her attraction to my husband. She found his being a Fireman more than intriguing and asked if he'd be wearing a helmet and boots. I moved on.
Now more annoyed than afraid, I telephoned Amy, my next, and possibly last, choice. Sam had met her only once. Thirteen years later, she looked completely different. There was no way he'd remember her.
Amy listened intently to what I had planned for Sam. Then silence hung in the air like toxic fume. My confidence faded with each passing second. An eternity later, Amy spoke.
"Yes," she said simply.
I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Amy waited for me to respond. I was speechless so she continued.
"What do you think about teasing him a bit first? Perhaps a few chance meetings beforehand?"
One week and seven secretive emails later, Operation Birthday Present began with Sam rescuing Amy's borrowed cat from a tree. She thanked him with a seemingly innocent peck on the cheek. The next day she redeemed a guest pass at Sam's gym. She asked him for directions to the tanning beds.
On the day of his birthday Sam was expecting dinner at Wild Fire, an upscale restaurant specializing in smoked meats and fire-grilled shrimp. That morning I asked him to help me shop for a new outfit for the occasion. It took a bit of begging before Sam agreed to come.
At the predetermined time Amy and I converged on a clothing store chosen for having mirrors outside the fitting rooms. As an added bonus, they offered cushy chairs for shopper's companions. I took an armful of plain black pants into the change room while Sam settled into his seat.
Then Amy headed for the changing area, her arms overloaded with merchandise. Just before she got there, a red plaid kilt "slid" from her pile, landing on the floor by Sam's feet. Ever the gentleman, Sam retrieved it for her and replaced it securely atop her clothing mound. Amy thanked him then chose the stall next to mine. From inside the rooms, we texted back and forth cementing our plan.
Amy and I took turns modelling options for the mirror. First I would come out wearing the same trousers, asking Sam if this pair looked better than the last. Being a smart man, Sam consistently answered "What do you think, dear?" Then Amy would emerge in a different outfit, each sexier and more revealing than the last. She flirted silently but blatantly with Sam as she admired herself in the mirror. According to Amy's text messages, Sam was trying not to notice. Although a trench coat had mysteriously appeared on his lap after the third ensemble. With our mission accomplished, I picked a random pair of pants from the pile. Amy chose the outfit that received the most favourable reaction from Sam. We stood in the checkout line together pretending to be strangers. Sam waited for me in the car. On the ride home I told him about the "gorgeous woman" I'd met in line. "You'd have liked her," I teased.
Later that afternoon, Sam and I were relaxing in the basement when the doorbell rang. I sprang to answer it.
"Your birthday present's here!" I exclaimed. "Don't look!"
Sam hovered just out of visual range of the door.
Amy waited on the doorstep wearing a trench coat and biting her lip.
"You okay?" I mouthed.
Amy smiled in that way she does, making me feel excited and at ease at the same time. I motioned for her to come in and wait in the living room.
"Thank you," I called to no one in particular once Amy was safely out of sight. Sam appeared behind me almost immediately.
"Well, where is it?"
I motioned to the living room. Clearly confused but eager for his gift, Sam ambled into the parlour. I darted through the kitchen to watch secretly from the room's other entrance.
"Happy Birthday Sam," Amy said in her dreamiest voice. She had removed her trench coat revealing a black leather miniskirt and tight baby-pink sweater. Her black lace bra peeked defiantly through the delicate cashmere. This was the outfit Sam unknowingly chose earlier that day.
Sam tripped over an ottoman as he hesitantly backed away from her. I couldn't see his face but I knew exactly how it looked: startled, confused, and yet still turned on. I snuck up behind him.
"Hey Sam," I said nonchalantly.
Sam's shriek was less than manly. I resisted the urge to tease him about it. Instead I handed him a glass of wine.
"Have a seat dear," I said guiding him to a generous lounging chair. Amy drank from the bottle.
Suddenly I felt a little panicked. I wasn't sure what to do next. Sensing my anxiety, Amy took the lead.
Confidently she pulled me into a deep embrace. I moved closer still, giving into the kiss.
"Did you like that?" Amy asked Sam as she and I parted. His response was squeak-like.
"I can see that you did," she said petting the bulge in his pants. He gripped his wine glass so tightly that his knuckles were white. I took it from him before it broke in his hand.
"Poor baby," I said wiping beads of sweat from his temple. "Is it too warm in here?"
"Perhaps we're all just wearing too many clothes," Amy said removing her sweater.
With a wink from me, Sam shed his shirt too.
"Very nice," Amy approved, running her hands up and down his muscled body.
Amy and I snuggled into opposite sides of Sam's lap, caressing his chest, neck, face, and hair. Amy was the first to kiss him. She held his face in both hands, playfully biting his lips, holding his gaze solely on her. I seized his chin, turned his head towards me. My kiss was ardent and demanding of his full attention. Moments later, Amy pulled him back to her.
"Ladies," Sam interrupted. "There's no need to fight. There's plenty of me to go around."
With a sly grin, Amy slid down his lap to the floor. I moved to the arm of the chair, giving her access to his fly. She unzipped it slowly with her teeth while I sucked on his neck.
"What do you have in here for me Sam?" Amy undid the button then pulled his jeans and underwear down just enough to expose the tip of his swollen member. Sam moaned as she circled it with her tongue. I kissed him again before joining Amy on the floor.
"Big and well groomed," Amy said after we took off the rest of his clothes. "Just the way I like ‘em Sam."
"Let me show you what he likes," I said taking his head deep inside my mouth, using my hands to stroke his shaft and caress his balls. Sam reclined in the chair, moaning softly as I sucked and stroked, licked and kissed.
"I thought we were trying something new?" Amy replaced my hands with her tongue.
At first we alternated between sharing and taking turns, each time bringing him closer to climax then pulling back just before he got there. Later our attention flitted between Sam and each other until all three of us were naked, primed, and ready. Sam squirmed in the chair, savouring every minute until he could hold back no more. He came without warning, eyes closed and voice strained.
We moved to the bedroom smouldering embers momentarily contented but yearning for more. The king-sized bed offered comfort and possibility. We took full advantage.
A familiar, spellbinding scent warmed me like full-bodied pinot noir sipped by a fire. It was the smell of sex—pure, indulgent, unadulterated. The deafening drum of carnal lust quieted my thoughts. My body ached with anticipation.
Amy and I tended to one another while Sam caressed and encouraged. In a modified sideways sixty-nine position all three of us explored with fingers and tongues.
Once Sam recovered he stood at the side of the bed. I rolled onto my back. Amy straddled me. Sam penetrated her from behind while I continued to lick and suck at her clit. The sultry sweet zest of sweat and blended nectar fuelled unquenchable thirst from crimson lips both above and below.
I couldn't wait any longer. I moved out from under Amy. I wanted to watch her and Sam while I pushed myself those last couple inches towards climax. Seeing this, Sam quickly pulled out of Amy and filled me with his cock. With one powerful thrust he pushed me over the edge flooding me with relief and satisfaction. He returned immediately to Amy who didn't last much longer. Sam collapsed then too. We held each other in a melding of flesh as three became one.
"My birthday's in twenty-four days," I whispered. I felt Sam smile behind me.
"Mine's in June," Amy added.
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