After a minute, I rolled to her, taking her into my arms.
I whispered to her: "You know, Henry still talks about trying to sleep with you in college?"
"He shouldn't do that, he should be a gentleman about those times, and that's all ancient history. Are you changing the subject?"
"Not necessarily," I said.
"Back in college Henry tried to sleep with anyone and everyone who ever might have ever worn a dress," Candy said, remembering accurately. "Be glad you weren't Scottish."
"I know, I know, I was his best friend then, too" I reminded her.
"I guess that's why he stopped asking me out, when I started dating you. Maybe there's honor among friends," Candy said, her hand stroking me. "I never did go out with him, you know."
"I bet he'd still want to."
Her hand tightened on me. Uncomfortably tight.
"I'm married now. Remember?"
Careful, Fred. She'll twist that thing right off.
"He knows that. I don't think he'd want to 'date' you, really. . ."
"Well, I AM married," she interrupted.
"Never the less, I'd bet he'd like to, uh,. . ."
"What? Screw me? His best friend's wife! Some best friend!"
"Oh, he'd never do anything like that behind my back, I know that," I said.
"Why are we talking about Henry? Here I am stroking your cock, we're talking about a 'special' birthday present for you, and suddenly he comes up. What are you up to?"
"I'll give you a choice," I said, holding her tightly. "My present can be one of two things. Either you could go back packing with me a couple of weeks along the Appalachian Trail in North Carolina, you know, with the flies and snakes and no showers, all that good stuff I like. . ."
"What's the second choice, Fred, it can't be any worse than that."
"Remember, when I asked you to be more 'adventurous', I used to ask you if you'd like to try a threesome. . ."
"Oh, hell no, I don't want to be sharing you with another woman, I'd rather go camping with the snakes!"
"I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking it would be a huge turn on for 'me' to share 'you'. . ."
"Share me!"
"Yeah, with say . . . Henry. I'd love to see that!"
"Fred, are you kidding? You were always so worried that maybe we used to just date, and now you're saying you want me to, ah, let him take me to bed? Is that what you really want? Is it?"
Her hand was tight on my cock, now. In anger? Excitement? Surprise? A little bit of pain.
"Is it? Talk to me, Fred."
Her hand was moving now, softer, masturbating me, as she lifted up her head, staring at me.
"Is it? You really 'want' me to have sex with Henry?"
"Well. Not exactly."
"Well, then, what *exactly*?"
"With Henry AND me!"
We had finished lusting less than fifteen minutes ago, but my penis betrayed me, (traitor!), hardening under her hand and her questioning.
"I used to wonder what it would be like to do that with you," I confessed, "back when we were dating in college."
We were touching each other as we talked - and I noticed something encouraging..
"Your hand feels hot."
"And you're hard".
I was hard enough, and she was warm enough.
I rolled toward her, on her, in her.
"So, what DO you want, exactly?" she asked, her movements seemed very controlled. "Tell me exactly what it is you'd like me to do."
"I've always wondered what it would be like to watch the woman I love, you, who has become so good at sex, being sexy with someone else. Completely sexy. That's what I'd like."
"You mean like when I was blindfolded, and you were pretending. . ."
"No, no, this time it has to be with you willing, you being seductive, that's what I'd like."
"With Henry?"
"With him, and me. And I'd want it to be right here, because I'd want to share you, not give you away. ..." I said, still moving inside of her.
"The two of you, together? Two men, at the same time? You're a baaad man, perverted. . . . ."
Her body gave lie to her words. She was excited!
"How can a woman satisfy two men?" she asked, her mind exploring the possibilities, her body moving with less restraint, now, "how, what would you want me to do. . .?"
I told her: "One after another, I guess, or, you do have two hands,
"My mouth, too. .?"
"Even your ass. . ."
"I couldn't do that. . ." she said, and my erection started to fade, I was disappointed, until she continued - "I couldn't let one of you do me in the ass while the other was doing something else, that wouldn't be clean. . . no, not that. . ."
"You'd rather go backpacking for two weeks?"
"No, that's not what I mean. Maybe it 'could' be the both of you, but not back there, not in my ass, I'd have to draw the line there, I'd rather do the backpacking."
"But only not that?" I asked, not really believing what I was hearing.
"Well . . . if you were there,too, yeah, I could do something with him, yeah, just as a treat for you."
"You would. . .?"
"I think so , but only if you were there too, yeah. Yeah, that could be kinda exciting, and a lot better than two weeks without a hot shower. ...."
"Now I'm really getting excited," I said, and my pushing into her proved just how much.
Later, again cuddling, I asked again, "Does it still excite you, even after just having sex?"
"Would you be mad at me if I told you it did?"
"No, not mad. Excited yes, but not mad."
"But there's really no way we could do something like that, is there, and still be friends, right?" she asked.
"Sure there is. I mean, we never double date or anything with him, it's usually just me and him that go out. No, I'm sure we'd still be good friends, maybe even better friends, if something like that happened. I'm sure. I'm absolutely sure." I could be, he'd already had her once, she just didn't know it yet.
She rolled toward me, and kissed me. "Alright then. It's 'your' birthday present. It's OK with me, but it's all up to you. You just tell me what you want, and make the arrangements. He's mainly your friend, anyway, not mine. I'll do whatever you want."
"Maybe I can arrange something, we'll see" I told her, letting it hang there, letting her wonder if I would ever do something like that.
"When?" she asked.
"When?" Henry wanted to know, when I talked to him on the phone. "And how, and where? I'm ready anytime! Right now, in fact!"
"When, where, and how are still to be determined. I just wanted to make sure you would do it." is all I could offer.
"Would I do it? Damn, man, you ask some stupid questions sometimes. And I STILL think you're out of your mind!"
I wanted a very erotic time, not a quick, cheap encounter. Candy agreed. "If this is something you want, please make it special. I wouldn't want to be just a piece of meat for you guys. I'd like to feel good about it, and sexy, and erotic. Don't make it some awful thing out of a porno film, OK?"
I had an inspiration. Saturday morning we did our usual tasks, and had the house spotless.
"How are you feeling?" I wanted to know.
"Great," she told me. "You wanna have a lust date tonight?"
"At least that. Unless. . ."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I can arrange for my birthday present. Henry happens to be free, tonight, honey. How would you like to 'entertain' him?"
"Tonight? So soon? How? I mean, not how, what would we do?"
She wasn't saying no, was she?
I picked up the phone. She listened while she heard me talk to Henry. "We're going to be at the Parkerston Mall at 4. Meet us at Victoria's Secret."
"Victoria's Secret? What are you planning?" she wanted to know.
"Something nice, something special, something sssexyyy," is all I would tell her.
"Hi Candy," Henry said, as we walked up, finding him already waiting (big surprise) where I asked him to, and bent over to kiss her. "Hi, Fred," he said to me when he finished that, shaking my hand.
We went in, and I guided the two of them to the sexy nightgown stuff.
"Let's look through this stuff. They're kind of like the wrappings for a present, aren't they?"
Candy understood immediately, and stood there, blushing, realizing what I wanted.
Henry understood, too, he remembered me telling him about "unwrapping" Candy in bed.
Candy began looking at nightware. "Like this nightgown, Fred?" she asked, holding up something that a grandmother might wear.
"I hope we can do a little better than that," I said.
Henry was almost panting. Well, so was I, and Candy was having fun teasing us.
"Well, fair's fair" Henry said. He went to a rack and pulled out a black ensemble, a robe and negligee, both garments translucent.
"Black's my favorite color, Candy. Here, hold this up against you."
"Do you like this, Henry?" she wanted to know, holding the negligee part against her dress and smoothing it against her body. It was easy to imagine how she'd look wearing it.
"If you liked that, Candy, I'd buy that for you right now" he said.
There was a short pause - a very electric short pause - and I cleared my throat.
"Do you like it, Candy?" I asked.
"It's . . lovely," she said, stating the obvious.
"Would you like for - HENRY - to buy it for you, Candy?" Plainly and clearly stated so there could be no doubts.
She looked at me - the electricity between us must have been noticeable to everyone in the mall.
"I'll bet he really wants to buy it, honey," I said, and the unsaid between Candy and Henry and me was thunderingly loud.
Just to make sure there was no doubt what I wanted. "Think of it as 'gift wrap'."
She looked at the image of herself in the mirror, then at Henry, and then at me,
as she said -
she said -
in the smallest possible voice -
