In a couple of weeks I'm running a large party with a group of friends. The organisation side of things is hotting up and there is a flurry of activity in my social circle with all our friends getting ready for the party. On Saturday just past, my wife Samantha decided to go out shopping with her friend Erica to buy clothes for the party. The party is nominally black tie, but the 'understanding' is that it should be a place where people feel comfortable with a more sexy take on the theme.
Samantha and I have known Erica since we moved back to London about 6 months ago. We met her through mutual friends at a 'welcome back' party and instantly had that connection with her where you know you're going to be close and firm friends. I can't deny that I thought she was attractive when we first met. Her parents were Spanish but she had lived in the UK all her life. She has deep green eyes, subtle pouting lips, chocolate brown skin and dark wavy hair that ends in the middle of her back. She's small – a little over 5 feet tall – but has a full figure, with a small waist, ample breasts and rounded hips. When you look at her, you immediately think of Penelope Cruz, but the image is shattered – in the best possible way – when you hear here deep rich Surrey accent.
It seemed that Sam had been affected by her in a similar way. All she could talk about in the cab on the way home was how gorgeous Erica was, how smart, erudite and funny she seemed. The three of us had spoken all night and I had to admit, many women (with the exception of my wife) look lovely, but wind up being quite boring to talk to. Erica – on the other hand - had been captivating, keeping us in stitches with stories of her mis-adventures as a medical student and as an Accident and Emergency doctor in London hospitals. Both girls had wound the night up, arms around each other dancing on tables in the bar.
My wife is an extremely attractive woman. Like many Vancouver natives, she is gregarious, laid back and makes friends easily, traits she has exploited in her job as an interior designer, specialising in large corporate and hotel fit outs. In such a male dominated area I am sure she also benefits from her short blonde hair, her tall lithe figure with slim hips and waist, olive brown skin, infectious grin, sparkling blue eyes, and....well....her ample breasts. Sometimes I am jealous of the people who work with her. Not because they are leering at her, but because they get to look at her all day.
As we grew to know Erica I began to see a subtle change in Sam's attitude toward her. It was nothing I could put my finger on, but it evidenced itself in a number of ways. A hug that lingered too long when they were greeting or parting, the way they casually draped themselves over each other at our house or bars when we had been drinking and their...familiarity with each other.
In the past, Sam and I had discussed bringing another person to bed with us. I was perfectly happy for it to be another guy and had told her this, but had been pleasantly surprised when she said she would prefer a woman, if we did it at all. When I had tried to press her a little further on things however, she'd gone quiet, indicating that the discussion was closed. The seed had been planted in my mind however.
Things had come to a head one evening about a month after we arrived back in town while at a party at a friend's house in Mayfair. All of us had been drinking quite heavily, and a small quantity of drugs had been passed around. Both Sam and Erica had partaken of some (as had I) and were feeling quite loose, friendly and tactile. Our friend had a jacuzzi on his top deck, and the girls and I decided to make use of it. The night was warmish, so we were happy enough to strip down to our underwear and climb into the bubbling water.
While the party buzzed downstairs we sat in the jacuzzi and talked, sipping champagne and letting the jets sooth our muscles. The girls sat close to each other Sam's arm around Erica's shoulders playing with her hair, Erica's head resting on Sam's shoulder. Watching the two of them sitting there, I started to get quite hard and the I think the girls could tell as the conversation began to turn a little flirty.
"You know Sam, I think Scott has a pretty decent body" Erica said coyly
"Doesn't he?" she replied "you should feel his abs, he works on them at the gym about 3 or 4 nights a week> Go ahead and have a feel of them if you like"
I grinned at the compliment and was surprised when Erica's hand reached across the tub to stroke me on the stomach. A look of surprise crossed her face as she let her hand roam a little lower and brushed the top of my penis, jutting conspicuously out from my pelvis.
"Ooh dear" said Erica in mock surprise. "I think he might be a little bit excited at the moment." She whispered "I thin k he had a hard on"
"Really?!!?" said Sam in equal mock surprise "Well, he's a very excitable boy, isn't he?" both girls giggled at my expense, looking deeply into each other's eyes.
The mood had immediately turned heavy and as I watched, Erica leaned toward Sam and began to kiss her on the mouth. Sam didn't hesitate for a moment and returned the kiss with a passion I hadn't seen in a while. If possible, my cock got even harder as I watched them, Erica's hand reaching up to pull the strap of Sam's bra down to expose her breast, which she began to massage slowly, tweaking the nipple each time.
Both girls stopped kissing each other and looked at me, mouths slightly ajar, their breathing heavy. Erica started to move toward me but at that exact momentm the door to the deck opened and out friend's Jonah and Kelli stumbled out onto the deck, taking their clothes off as they came, preparing to join us in the jacuzzi.
The girls split from each other and moved to opposite sides of the jacuzzi, Sam looking a little sheepish and Erica looking somewhat panicked, as if the breaking of the mood had reminded her of just exactly what she was doing. Sam subtly put her bra strap back in place and moved to sit next to me, keeping an eye on Erica as she did.
Jonah and Kelli, both drunk and stoned didn't notice a thing and immediately began talking and laughing with us, remarking on what a great party it was. Erica quickly made an excuse, got out of the jacuzzi, gathered he clothes and walked back inside the house.
Out of politeness, Sam and I stayed for a few minutes more, but we left quickly when more people came out onto the deck from the main party. I had a moment of embarrassment as I left the jacuzzi and displayed my massive hard on to those gathered as the fabric of my wet boxer briefs clung to it like shrink wrap. The jeering and cat calls were enough to disrtract everyone from the see through bra and crotchless thong Sam was wearing however.
Back in the party, soggy and dressed, we looked for Erica only to find that she had already gone. Andrew, our host, had said she's left quite quickly, claiming an urget page from her hospital. We gathered our things and also made our way home.
After we arrived home, Sam and I engaged in some of the most passionate sex since our honeymoon. Afterwards, while we talked and fell asleep, she confided in me that she'd wanted to fuck both Erica and I in the jacuzzi and was annoyed that she'd not gotten the chance. We decided then and there that we would broach the subject with Erica more formally and see what happened.
The opportunity never presented itself though. In the following weeks and months, Erica never said anything relating to the incident in the short moments we were able to get with her at lunches and other gatherings. Where we had seen her 3 or 4 times a week before, she always seemed to have something on or another commitment whenever we tried to make plans. In addition, she started seeing another doctor at her hospital (whom neither of us liked too much) and all her off call hours seemed to be spent with him Samantha's feelings had been a little hurt by the whole incident.
In the week preceding the big party I was organising though, Erica and her doctor broke up after she found him shagging a nurse in a supply cupboard at the hospital. Out of the blue, Erica had called Sam and they'd gotten together for a bit of a 'deep and meaningful' and a bitch session on the nature of the male sex. We both thought that Erica had been a bit freaked out by the incident in the jacuzzi, so we decided to leave it alone for a while, allowing Erica to take the lead.
So, on that Saturday afternoon, the both of them had decided to go out and shop for outfits. I'd spent the day running errands and doing chores, as well as buying a bit of food to cook that evening. The plan was for the ladies would come back to our place after shopping, I would make dinner and we would then go out for the evening with some other friends.
They made it back here by about 5ish. I'd already cooked some risotto and gotten some wine. They trooped through the door weighed down heavily with their shopping bags, gabbling and giggling like a pair of school girls. I commented on the sheer volume of shopping they had come back with and was assured that all were good purchases and that I would get a look later after we had eaten. "Samantha bought you a surprise as well, Scott," Erica teased "I'm sure you're going to like it".
I tried to get some more hints but to no avail. I opened the wine and dished out food and we all sat down in the lounge room to eat. The girls had obviously worked up a decent appetite shopping as there was hardly a morsel left by the time they were full. We'd also managed to work our way through a bottle of red in the process. It seemed to evaporate into the air.
We sat and talked about nothing in particular for a little while afterwards and it was about 6:30 by the time the ladies decided it was time to try on the clothes they had bought shopping. Erica offered to go first
"If we're going to do a fashion parade, we really do need a bit of bubbly, don't you think?" She said, gathering up her bags. We all heartily agreed and I slipped off to the kitchen to open a bottle and get some glasses, while Erica nipped off into our bedroom to change into the first outfit she had bought.
"How were things today?" I asked Samantha when I came back. "Really good." She said. "It was like old times." A little smile crossed her lips and she looked away briefly "What's that look all about?" I asked surprised to see her face reddening a bit "Well, it's just....she's so cute" Samantha confessed. "I'm probably just being silly but I thought she was coming on to me a little, today" "REALLY?!!?" I mock exclaimed. "Why do you think that?" "Well..." Samantha never got the chance to finish the sentence because Erica came back out on the first outfit.
I like a good fashion parade and I especially like it if it's pretty much just for me. Erica had purchased a psychedelic coloured vinyl mini skirt and a matching boob top that left a great deal of exposed flesh between the top of the skirt and the bottom of the top. For such a tiny girl you wouldn't think there was such a great deal of stomach to display, but maybe because it was so 'out there' it seemed like it went on forever.
Samantha was leaning against my right side, under my arm and I felt her take a sharp breath as Erica did a bit of a pirouette, showing us that the mini-skirt really WAS quite mini, beginning just below the protrusion of her pelvic bone and ending just below the point where her bum stopped. I had to admit that she had an extremely nice bum and even though her boobs weren't too big, they filled out the top quite nicely. Despite myself, I felt my jeans becoming a little bit uncomfortable as the occupancy in them....increased a little. Samantha also seemed to notice a bit as she took her free hand and put it on the inside of my leg, adjusted her positioning a little bit, seeming to rock back and forth slightly as she did so.
"So what do you think?" Erica asked, picking up her champagne and playfully striking some model-esque poses as she walked around in front of the couch where we were sitting.
I was a little speechless, but Samantha filled the gap nicely by getting up and walking around Erica eyeing her in a mock critical manner. "It's very tight up top." She said as she grabbed the top from behind and tried to move it around a little. "Do you think it will get uncomfortable as the night goes on?"
"Yeah, you're right...it might. What do you think, Scott?" Erica moved back into Samantha, leaning her body into her and putting her arm up above her head, placing her hand behind Samantha's neck and stroking it languidly. "Do I look sexy?" Both girls giggled and Samantha reached around to stroke Erica's toned and tanned stomach, looking at me and smiling as she did so.
I missed a beat, blinked and opened my mouth to say something, stammering a little bit. "I...ah...um...." Both girls laughed and Erica doubled over, covering her hand with her mouth, laughing hysterically.
