November is usually not this cold here in the coastal region of eastern United States.
Today is that exception. Today it is 14 degrees, windy and cold.
Our drive home is hectic. Everyone is on edge. Cold makes coastal people cranky, down right mean.
As I enter my house I notice my phone vibrating in my pocket. I look at the message on my Fit bit and it is Cindy. I turn to see her crying in the front seat of her car. I rush out and climb into the passenger seat. "What is wrong sweetie?" I ask. "My mom apparently fell and fractured her hip. I have to go home and take care of her for a couple weeks." Cindy explains.
The next morning I get up early and drive to Cindy's. Her husband, Mike, is not there, he is at a work site in Muscle Shoals, Alabama some 600 miles away. Cindy throws a suitcase in the back of my car and we begin to drive to the airport.
"I talked to Mike last night and he is doing well. He told me he would leave work and meet me at my moms but I told him to stay at work and when he gets home I will talk with him. I feel so bad Sam, I know I have to do this but a million things are telling me to stay. I should have her insurance provide a nurse or have her admitted to a living assistance residence until she can manage but it is my MOM!" Cindy says with tears streaming down her face.
"Mike told me to just get my ass on a plane and go take care of the woman who took care of me all those wonderful years. I love him so much."
"Sam." Cindy stated with her head held down. "Can I ask you an enormous favor, one that is extremely personal and I hate to ask it cause it may cause us our friendship. You know I would not ask if it were not very important to me, right!" Cindy continued.
"Cindy, you can ask me anything you want. I am your friend and will help you in your time of need." I replied.
"This favor is not your typical favor though." Cindy says while lifting her head and looking me in the eyes. "I am not asking a standard friend type question Sam." Cindy remarks. "This is a whole next level type question Sam."
"For fuck sake Cin, just ask me OK." I semi-shout.
"Mike is very special to me and to you right?" She asks. "Yes, of course he is." I reply. "We joke a lot and I know I flirt with Patrick and you and Mike flirt too. This is all in good fun. We trust ourselves to keep it humorous, sarcastic and fun. right?
"Yes." I reply.
"Mike has a sex drive that is incredibly high, as I do. We actually have sex 4 to 5 times a week Sam. I know it is awkward of me to ask but do you think you could help Mike while I am gone. I will be gone for probably 2 to 3 weeks Sam." Cindy explains.
"Cindy, are you asking me to have sex with your husband of 10 years?" I question.
"Yes! I know it sounds crazy but I know Mike and I know masturbating is not enough. I don't want to put him in a situation where he becomes so weak that he strays to some bar stool cunt." Cindy says with a shaky voice and tears streaming down her face.
"This is really weighing on you?" I say. "OH Fuck yes. You have no idea how much I fear from this." She replies.
"Honestly, Patrick flirting sexually with you and me with Mike has always been harmless, with that said, I am not saying I have not thought of what it would be like to take it a step further, if that makes sense?" I ask. "Exactly, I have had fantasies of having sex with Patrick and I would totally do that with your permission." Cindy says shyly.
"This situation puts me in an awkward position. I want to help but honestly I could not do it without Patrick's permission." I say back to Cindy.
"I know and if Patrick is against it then the whole thing is off. I am not out to bring any harm between you and Patrick. I am only asking because I love Mike and wish to stay with him the rest of my life." Cindy says.
"I am not promising anything Cindy, but I will talk to Patrick and see how he feels. Hell he is always talking about a threesome with another woman so perhaps it is my time to talk to him about my fantasy." I jokingly tell Cindy.
Getting out of the car at the airport Cindy hugs me. "I love you! Thank you and oh if Patrick wants that threesome I will join if you wish." Cindy whispers in my ear before she briskly walks into the airport.
The drive home was plagued with detailed thoughts of Mike. His tone body, warm tan and infectious laugh. I can recall several times dancing with him and grinding my ass on his crotch feeling his hard cock. "Cindy is a very lucky lady to have someone like Mike as I am to have Patrick." I think to myself.
How am I going to ask Patrick? "I got it, I will bring it up during sex, but how. I know, while sucking his cock I will look up at Patrick very seductively and ask how fucking hot it would be to see another man, say Mike, pumping my pussy right now? This is how I will approach the subject.."
Sunday afternoon Patrick was watching a hockey game in the living room. This was my opportunity. I went into the bedroom and put on the sexiest outfit I could find. I then put it back. Naked is much better. I went into the bathroom, freshened up, shaved my pussy bald then with a sexy saunter, I walked into the living room. Patrick's eyes bugged out. I knelt down in front of him, took his cock out from under his running shorts and began to suck him deep and hard. Sucking so hard I could feel my lips squeezing his 7 inch cock. Over and over my mouth masturbated his cock. Then my opportunity arose. I saw Patrick roll his eyes back along with his head. I took his cock out, drifted lower and started licking and sucking his balls as my hand pumped him graciously. Looking up at him, our eyes met. I looked into his eyes not saying a word, just stroking his cock and licking his balls. I let my eyes lower to his cock and while looking at it I shifted myself into doggie style. "Patrick, how hot do you think it would be to see another man, say Mike, fucking my hot dripping pussy right now?" The words came out a bit too easy. Patrick said nothing, I felt his cock pulsate as I lowered my mouth all the way to his balls. Letting my mouth sit there I felt another pulsating jolt from his cock. "Fuck, he is going to cum." I thought. "I have to swallow, I don't like to swallow." with that thought passing through my mind ropes of cum streamed out of Patrick's cock and spewed into my mouth. I immediately began swallowing and then I began stroking his cock drinking every splash of cum until I milked the last drop of cum from his now placid cock. "That answers my question." I state.
"It would be so fucking hot to see Mike pound your pussy, as you suck my cock. As long as me and Mike don't do anything together." Patrick stumbled over his words but I got his meaning.
"I Understand perfectly. You sure!" I say to Patrick. "100%." he replies. "I will stop over and see Mike when he gets back from Alabama."
The days flew by fast. Mike sent me a text telling me he was home and perhaps Patrick and I could come over for a cookout on Saturday. I jumped at the chance. I drove to the mall to look for an outfit for the occasion. While looking I got an idea of how I can pull this off. I texted Mike.
"You want to use the Jacuzzi after the cookout. Stars will be out and I know you like relaxing in the Jacuzzi." My text was inviting with a hint of what I had planned I thought. "Sounds crazy good to me." Mike replied quickly.
Saturday morning I was still unsure of what to wear to the cookout. Patrick walked in and looked at me standing there looking over outfits. "What should I wear?" I asked him. "Were using the Jacuzzi right?" Patrick asked. "Yes" I answered. "Then go get into the bikini with the wrap you bought for the cruise last year." Patrick said as he left the room.
I tried on the bikini and it fit perfectly, not too tight or loose, just right.
I wore the outfit all day and Patrick kept commenting on how hot I looked. "Mike is going to have a hard on all night." he said.
Arriving at Mike's house, we let ourselves into the back yard. Mike had his grill smoking and the smell was delicious." "Hey sweetie." I said as I tossed my night bag onto the chair and walked up to Mike, hugged him with a small kiss on the lips. Mike hugged me back and fist bumped Patrick. "Wow, I had no idea how hungry I was until I walked into your backyard." Patrick let out. "Ribs have been cooking all day. Ready to eat?" Mike replied.
The food was incredible and the alcohol was flowing. I had three long island ice teas which I think Patrick made a bit too strong. My head was beginning to feel light. "How is Cindy doing Mike?" I asked. "She is good, said she is glad she went to stay with her mom. Mom was having a difficult time understanding the insurance but Cindy got it all straightened out. She is good like that."
I stood up and lost my footing. Patrick caught me from the back and Mike caught me from the front. "Threesome!" I blurted out immediately turning blood red. "I am so sorry Mike. It is the alcohol I swear." I clamored.
"Sounds good to me but I would need permission from Cindy." Mike said, being flip.
"Already got permission! That is why we are here." I said.