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.
