Birthday surprise

Arranging a special treat for my husband’s birthday was surprisingly easy. I’d always known he liked my friend, Diane. What surprised me was how easily Diane agreed to it. It shouldn’t have. My husband, Conner, is extremely fanciful, and Diane had been single for almost a year and, in her own words, was “constantly gagging for a good shag.”

The subject came up when we were having one of those late-night, wine-inspired, girly chats. Conner was away with work, and I was at her place. I was more than a little tipsy when I blurted out my suspicion that Conner would like to get inside her pants. Diane laughed as she replied, “He is only human after all.” “Mind you, he’d have a job on his hands.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Because I don’t wear any, silly, that’s why.”

In our less-than-sober state, it was hilariously funny, and we spent the next few minutes in fits of giggling.

“So,” I asked when I’d recovered a bit, “would you really shag your friend’s husband?”

Diane pretended to think for a moment. “My friend’s husband, no.” “Yours however, given the chance, I’d screw his brains out.”

Diane laughed, and I threw a cushion at her. The conversation moved on to another topic. All in all, it was a good night. We stayed up late, talking and drinking into the wee hours, then went to bed.

And for a while, that was that. Then one evening, after Diane had called, Conner commented on how good she’d looked. That started me thinking about the conversation we’d had. How would I feel if I knew Conner had fucked Diane? How would I feel if I were to watch Conner fuck Diane? Diane and I were closer than sisters. We shared almost everything, but sharing Conner? Surely not. And yet, perversely, the more I thought about my best friend having it off with my husband, the more turned on I became. Soon it was my most frequent fantasy–me watching quietly as Diane and Conner fucked each other’s brains out. An idea began to form.

It took several weeks before I found the nerve to broach the idea with Diane. It was a Saturday. We’d agreed to meet up in town for lunch. We chatted easily for a while. Trying to sound as offhand as possible, I finally asked, “You know, when you said that given the chance you’d screw Keith’s brains out, did you really mean it?”

Diane looked a little puzzled, then laughed. “Yeah, I remember.” That time at my place “Look Emma, don’t worry, I was pissed; we both were.”

“I’m not worried,” I replied. “I’m just curious.”

“Well, OK, Conner’s a good-looking guy, and I reckon that to keep you happy this long, he must be pretty hot in the sack, so yeah, given the chance, I would.” “But so long as he’s with you, I’m never going to get the chance, am I?”

“What if I said yes?” “What if I wanted you to?”

“Listen to yourself, Diane; you’re crazy.”

“No,” I replied, “I’m serious.” What if I said I wanted you to? I know Conner fancies you, and you’ve as much as admitted you like him. “And no, I’m not jealous.”

“But..”

I cut her off again. “Supposing it could be arranged in such a way that he didn’t know?” “I’vegot an idea as to how it could be done.”

“You really are serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied. “Listen…” And with that, I outlined my plan. By the end, Diane was as excited about it as I was.

Since Conner’s birthday was coming up, that was the obvious date for what we had in mind. As it turned out, he was going to be away for a few days just before the day itself, but he would be home that evening, and that was what mattered.

As the day approached, both Diane and I felt a growing excitement. We both gave each other every chance to back out, but neither of us took it.

The plan required me to make one change. As I said, we’re the same height, have the same build, and our figures are a pretty close match too. There was one major difference, however. For as long as I can remember, Diane has kept her pussycat smooth. not shaved; she detests stubble, but waxed. She is a beautician, after all. Me, I’ve always shaved the sides, kept the rest neatly trimmed, and let it go at that. For our plan to work, our bodies had to be as nearly identical as possible. Since there was no way that Diane’s would grow back in time, there was only one possible solution: mine would have to go. Diane took care of it. Even though it hurt like hell for the rest of the day, I have to say I was pleased with the result. “Just tell Conner it’s part of his birthday present, and he’ll love it,” Diane said cheekily. I laughed, knowing full well that he’d love the rest of his present even more.

The day finally arrived. Conner had called to say he’d be home by 7:30. When he got in, he found the pair of us in the kitchen. Me, obviously fresh from the shower, dressed only in the silk dressing gown I know he loves. He kissed me briefly. “Happy birthday, dear,” I whispered huskily. Lisa stood up and handed him a card. “I’ll just leave you two to it, shall I?” Happy birthday.” Diane kissed him fully on the lips. As she backed away, I noticed the telltale bulge in his trousers. I grinned inwardly. “If only he knew,” I thought to myself. “You go on up and have a shower,” I said, “and I’ll just see Diane out.”

“And she’ll be waiting for you when you get out,” Diane said cheekily.

Conner flushed, then headed upstairs. We waited until we heard the bathroom door close and then, as quietly as we could, hurried upstairs. Diane kissed me briefly, then hid in the spare room. Already aroused, I made my way to the bedroom to wait for Conner.

He wandered into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I stood up, throwing my arms around his hard body, and kissed him soundly. My body was on fire, and my passion was soaring. The thought of what was going to happen raised my state of arousal to new heights.

I stepped out of his embrace and snatched the towel away from him. Laughing, I pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him. We kissed passionately, with Conner’s hands roaming all over me.

“Since it’s a special occasion, let’s spice things up,” I said.

“What have you got in mind?”

I laughed and provocatively removed the cord from my dressing gown. Knotting it, I quickly slipped it around his wrists and then fastened it securely to the head rail. “I’ve got a little surprise for you,” I said as I slowly slid my dressing gown off. Conner’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as, for the first time, his gaze fell on my hairless mound.

“You like it?” I asked a little nervously.

“You bet!” he replied. “But why?”

“Just a little birthday treat.” “If you like it enough, I may even keep it this way.”

“Mmm” was all his hormone-soaked brain would let him reply.

I reached under the pillow and pulled out our blindfold. It’s one of those ones you get on airlines that black out everything. It was also one of our favourite bedroom toys. Conner grinned as I pulled it over his eyes.

As soon as it was in place, I turned around and lowered my hairless pussycat into his mouth. I was already wet, and his tongue slipped easily between my pussy lips. I moaned softly as his tongue brushed my clitoral area. I leaned forward, stroked his cock lightly with my fingers, and then, opening my lips, took him into my mouth.

Conner began to lick harder in response to my sucking. My passion exploded as fire swept through my body, and I ground my pussycat against his face. I sucked hard, his cock filling my mouth as my lips slid up and down his shaft.

That was the scene that greeted Diane as she crept into the bedroom. Conner, restrained and blindfolded, had my pussycat in his face and his cock in my mouth. She smiled, then settled herself in the corner. Within seconds, her fingers were in her pussycat as she watched us.

It was all too much for me. My best friend frigging herself as she watched me with Conner’s cock in my mouth and his hot tongue on my clitoral area was all it took to send me over the edge. Conner’s cock slipped from my mouth as my body began to shake. “Oooh!” I moaned softly as my climax surged through me. Lightning bolts of pleasure erupted from my clitoral area to engulf me.

I glanced across at Diane. Her eyes were closed as her fingers massaged her clitoral area. She was obviously coming. Her mouth clenched tightly shut so as not to betray her presence.

My orgasm finally subsided. Diane opened her eyes, looked up, and smiled. Still trembling, I stood up and beckoned Diane over. “I suppose you want to fuck my bald little pussy now?” I asked Conner with a hoarse whisper. “Christ, Emma, do you need to ask?”

I moved away and watched as Diane straddled my husband. She leaned forward, brushing her tits against his face, and Conner’s tongue flicked out to lick them whenever they came into reach. Reaching back with one hand, Diane grasped Conner’s cock. Instead of guiding it into her, she used it to flick her clitoral. Occasionally, she pushed the tip against her entrance. Before Conner could thrust inside her, she would pull away and resume teasing herself with its head.

“Stop teasing and fuck me, Emma,” Conner begged. Diane smiled back questioningly at me. This is it, I thought. I nodded. Diane guided his cock to her opening, then slowly, inch by inch, she sank her pussycat down the length of his shaft.

From where I sat, I had a perfect view as my husband’s cock slid in and out of Diane’s cunt. Diane found her rhythm and was soon riding him with easy thrusts of her hips. “Christ, Emma, you feel so good,” Conner moaned as Diane impaled herself over and over on his cock.

Once again, I marvelled at the smoothness of my pussy as my fingers found my clitoral area and began to rub. Squeezing my tits with my free hand, it didn’t take melon to reach boiling point as I watched Diane and Conner fucking in front of me. I bit back a moan as I came. My body was shaking uncontrollably as I watched the scene unfold before me.

Conner was moaning, “Emma, oh Emma,” as Diane began to pick up pace. I watched his cock disappear inside her cunt as she slammed herself up and down his length.