THE BIRTHDAY FUCK
"I dare you," I said when she threatened to try and seduce my friend on his birthday at his party while the other guests danced and celebrated. She proposed to celebrate alone with him in his bed. Actually, I knew she would, since she never passed up a challenge. "I think you will chicken out," I said, knowing she couldn't resist my dare. "It has been two years since Carly died, so he is horny as a Billy goat," I said.
"You think that would be a memorable birthday present?" she asked with a sly smile.
"You won't do it," I said.
"You want me to, don't you?" she said with a gleam in her eye. "That reverse psychology business. You'd like me to, right?" she said suspiciously. "You want me to fuck Jake don't you?"
I denied it, but of course I did. They had flirted, come up right to the line, but as far as I knew they'd never crossed it. However, for some mysterious reason it excited me to think about. Yes, I wanted him to fuck her, and it was deliciously sexy to think about. The idea of him inside her was potent stuff for me and I had to admit it. Before that moment I had never thought about it, never dreamed I would want it, but right then it was all I thought about.
It became my crusade, to bring my friend and my wife together in the same bed. I began to plan it, to fantasize about them together, to see them fucking. I thought of ways to watch, places I could hide myself to observe them as they did the glorious 'it.'
I knew if I dared her she would do it. She could not resist, that's just who she is. A friend once dared her to climb on top of a train and 'train surf' and she did, with a whole bunch of other nuts who do that for kicks. She rode the train for an hour, then jumped off and ran away from the railroad bulls.
If you dared her, she would lift her dress in the Vatican and flash the Pope. She would throw her panties to Prince and lift her dress to the crowd. So, daring her was the best way to get her under my friend with her legs apart and her pussy wet. Her fucking him was just a matter of time now that I had dared her, especially now that she suspected I had done it so she would.
His birthday party was on Friday, and it was at our house. We have three bedrooms, so I knew that one of them would have the birthday boy and his "present." Even if the other guests were wondering where the guest of honor was, she would give him his gift under the covers of one of our beds. Or perhaps, she would throw caution to the wind and do it with the sheets and blankets thrown back, right there on top of the bottom sheet so if someone came into the room they would see the gifting going on at that very moment.
One hour into the party the birthday boy was missing and there was no doubt where he was. An hour later I found Claire in the kitchen. She looked pissed. "He wouldn't do it. Said you were too good a friend. I offered him a piece of ass and he refused. Is he gay?" she asked, incredulous.
"I even told him you were okay with it, but he wouldn't take my word for it. He wants your guarantee. He wants to hear it from you. If you tell him it is okay, then he will, but only then. I can't believe it," she said. "He had pussy right in front of him and he turned it down. Your friend is a freak. I showed him my pussy, but he said, 'That's nice. But I can't.' Can you believe that?" she asked.
"I'll tell him," I said. "I will assure him that it is fine with me."
"Then it won't be. Half of the fun will be gone," she said.
I was then in the unbelievable position of having to beg my wife to fuck my friend. "Do it for me," I said. "Fuck my friend as a favor. I am sure you will enjoy it," I said.
"Of course I'll enjoy it," she said as if I had insulted her. "I don't think he wants to fuck me," she said.
"Of course he does," I said. "He flirts with you all the time. You're hot. Any guy would. Look, maybe you can get him to do it in our bedroom, so I can watch from the closet. I have always liked those from-the-closet stories. I will take you to St. Thomas if you'll fuck him."
"You'd bribe me?" she said. "You want him to fuck me so much that you'd take me to the Caribbean if I do?"
"I would," I said. "I would just love to see you two together. If I can't see it, you can tell me about it." I stood looking at her smiling. "Don't you want to fuck him?" I said. Of course, she did. She always wanted to fuck. If we were at the beach, she wanted to fuck. If we were out dancing, she wanted to fuck. She liked fucking better than anything else in the world. I knew that was true. "Of course he wants to sleep with you. Any guy would. All guys do, for sure," I said. "You know you want that. It's your favorite thing to do."
She didn't try to deny it. "Why do you want me to fuck your best friend?" she asked.
"Because it is your favorite thing to do," I said. "Because you like him. Because he is my best friend, and because I love you and want you to have what you want." She studied me and shook her head. "So you don't want to have sex with Jake?" I said.
