Amy and I have been friends since Miss Miller's third grade class. When Steven joined Mrs. Brown's fifth grade class, he became my other best friend. Fast forward almost twenty years, and we're still best friends. Amy and Steven married the day after graduation, and have been happily married ever since. Amy turns thirty this Christmas, so Steven and I hatched a plan for a birthday she would never forget.
I've been in the Air Force since I played football for the Academy. My parents died when I was in high school, so coming home for the holidays has been pretty low priority. Let the guys with families go home, I can drink beer and watch football from anywhere, but not this year. This year Steven and I arranged for me to fly down and surprise his wife on her birthday. I haven't seen Amy in nearly three years, and hadn't seen Steven until we ran into each other changing planes today. The plan was to meet up here in Denver and then fly back to San Antonio together. I'd ride home with Steven and surprise Amy. I took ten days leave, and everything was going to plan until Steven's phone rang seconds after we met.
"Hey, Mike... Yeah, just landed in Denver headed home... Phoenix? Today? My buddy Ozzie is in from Alaska, we haven't seen him in three years... Fuck. Let me see if I can get a flight... Yes, you owe me big time."
Steven works for a large global manufacturer as one of their key plant engineers. He travels for work a lot, but if they need him in Phoenix three days before Christmas, shit must have really hit the fan.
"Fuck, Ozzie. I've gotta find a flight to Phoenix now. I hate to mess up the surprise. Tell you what, here's my car keys and parking card. You drive my car home, surprise Amy. I'll call once I have Phoenix sorted and you can pick me up at the airport."
My flight from Denver to San Antonio is uneventful, I'm out the door and in his truck when my phone buzzes.
I haven't told Amy I had to go to Phoenix and miss her birthday completely, yet. She thinks I made the flight and I'm by myself. I'll let you be the one to break it to her. Do whatever it takes to keep her happy until I get home.
Thanks, asshole. I'll try to keep her entertained for you.
Please! Whatever it takes so I don't have to share the guest bed with you.
Whatever it takes? And if I decide your wife needs a good hard fuck?
You're her hall pass. If she wants you to, I can't be mad about it. Same goes for me and Megan Greer.
Seriously?
Confession? A threesome with you and I is her favorite fantasy. She calls her vibrator the Wizard of Oz for god's sake.
I've never thought about Amy sexually before. We've been friends for so long she's more like a sister than a friend. I try to imagine her naked as I drive, but I just can't see it. I pull into their garage just a few minutes after 9pm. I run the garage door down and let myself in to the kitchen, getting the surprise of my life. When the door opens, Amy is standing in the kitchen just steps away, wearing the sheerest, sexiest red chemise I've ever seen - and nothing else. I never could have imagined perfection like this.
I've know her since we were 8, but I can't remember ever seeing her in anything form fitting, much less see thru. I've never seen her as anything but the tomboy in baggy sweatshirts and basketball shorts, but that changes in an instant. She's built like you would expect a girl with a Cuban mother and Irish father to be - compact and curvy with full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, round belly, flared hips, and short-trimmed black pubes drawing my eye to her protruding labia. Her dark hair falls in messy waves to her nipples - framing her round face, broad black eyebrows, and dark eyes. Her bright red lipstick highlights her full lips, evoking images of a WWII pinup. My cock is instantly rock hard, straining against my khakis.
Amy is so surprised it's me and not Steven that her state of dress never registers with her. Her eyes are sparkling and her mouth is a full-lipped grin from ear to ear as she launches herself at me. Amy is only about 5'4" but she leaps into the air, wrapping her arms and legs around my 6'4" frame. Soft, supple tits mash into my t-shirt, the thin fabric of my top and the near nothingness of hers allow her hard nipples to dig into me enticingly. My hands drop to catch her hips and end up on the bare skin of her lush, round ass.
"Oh my god! Ozzie! What are you doing here? Where's Steven?" she breathes in my ear as she hugs me like she'll never let go.
"Happy birthday, Amy. I've missed you so much! Steven and I thought it was high time I got to see my best friends again. We were just about to board when someone named Mike called and told Steven he was needed in Phoenix."
She leans away from my chest and looks into my eyes.