Chapter 17
As she drove into town, Maggie wondered if her big sister had overcome her ridiculous feeling about Randy and let the young man know she wanted to fuck him. She hoped so.
Unless she was way off base about what kind of present Amy wanted to give her husband for his birthday, she would have a fine time with the two of them. And she didn't want Debra to be left out in the cold at home with only her finger and vibrator for company.
She parked in front of Amy's house and sat for a moment to quell her wild excitement. She felt awkward in her highs heels as she walked to the door. She should dress up more often. She rang the bell and put a smile on her face.
Amy opened the door immediately. "I was watching through the front window," she whispered excitedly. "Come on in. Clay knows you're coming over, but not why."
"I'm not sure I know why, either," Maggie replied, stepping inside.
Amy grinned. "Like hell you don't!" she exclaimed, still whispering. "I just don't know how to get things started."
"Are we going to do each other? Or do you want me to just fuck him?"
"Oh, darling, we're going to do every fucking thing we can think of!"
Maggie nodded and smiled. "Okay. Let's get in there and surprise the birthday boy. Maybe I can help you get things started off on the right foot."
Amy took Maggie's hand and led her into the living room. Clay stood when they entered.
"Clay, you remember Maggie Lord."
"Sure I do. She's been in the store several times. Hello, Maggie."
Maggie ignored his extended hand. She put her hands on his shoulders, tipped her head up, and kissed him on the lips. "Hello, Clay. Happy birthday."
"Thank you. Amy said she invited you over, but she didn't say I was going to get a birthday kiss from such a beautiful woman. Have a seat. What can I get you to drink?"
"Bourbon and water, no ice." Maggie sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. "Every man I meet lately calls me beautiful. Maybe I should get out more often."
Amy sat down by her, patted her on the knee and winked. "You can come see us more often. Clay got very excited when I told him I invited you."
Clay passed out drinks and sat across from the ladies in his chair. "I wouldn't exactly say I got excited, dear."
Maggie uncrossed her legs and left her knees just far enough apart to tease Clay, to entice him into trying to look under her short skirt. "You were on a roll, Clay. Now you've gone and spoiled it. Don't I excite you?"
"Well, I didn't exactly say that, either," he replied, wary of getting caught in a trap in front of his wife.
Amy said, "If you won't say it, darling, I will. I think she's just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and she certainly excites me."
Maggie was running out of small talk. And getting impatient. She sipped her drink and watched Clay and Amy as the silence built. Clay seemed at a total loss for words after his wife's declaration. She set her glass on the coffee table, leaning over farther than necessary so Clay could see how her tits strained the front of her blouse.
"What did Amy give you for your birthday, Clay?" she asked.
"She hasn't given me anything yet. She said it was a surprise, something I've been wanting for a long time, but she wouldn't tell me what."
"What would you say if I told you that I'm your birthday present?" Maggie asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Boy, you don't waste any time!" Amy whispered.
Maggie patted Amy's knee, shook her head and smiled. Her audacious announcement seemed to have totally nonplussed Clay. She let the silence build, waiting for him to speak. If he raised an objection, she would rather know it now, before she took her clothes off.
Clay cleared his throat and said, "I won't be rude and stick my finger down my throat to pull my tongue out, but take my word for it, I swallowed the damn thing. I think my ears are messed up, too. I thought I heard you say that you're my birthday present."
"Your ears are just fine," Maggie assured him. "I am your birthday present. Does that excite you?"
Clay looked at his wife. "That's why she said she's my present, isn't it? You're just trying to test me by getting me excited, aren't you?"
Amy jumped in with both feet. "Oh, come on, darling. You can't tell the idea of having her doesn't excite you. I went to all the trouble of getting you a very special present, and now you're acting like some eunuch or something." She glanced at Maggie. "What if she took her blouse off? Would that convince you she's serious?"
"Now you have me in a bind," Clay said. "If you're testing me, and I say I'm not convinced so she'll take her blouse off, I lose. If I say I'm convinced, you'll believe I want her, which you'll think means I don't love you, and I lose."
"Stop talking while you're ahead, darling," Amy said. "The more you say, the more confused you sound." She got up, went to her husband, and sat on his lap. "I know you love me." She kissed him, then laughed. "If you think I would invite such a foxy woman over here for you to fuck on your birthday without being sure of your love for me, you're crazy."
"My God, you are serious, aren't you?" he said incredulously.
"I guess I'll just have to convince him," Maggie said. She sat up very straight and began to unbutton her blouse.
Clay watched her fingers the way a person who knows without a doubt he can spot the deception watches a magician's hands. Amy watched as eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Maggie pulled her blouse out of her skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders.
"God damn," Clay blurted.
"Oooooo," Amy whispered.
Maggie picked up her glass and calmly took a sip, abruptly changing the pace. "What's your favorite fantasy, Clay?" she asked.
"What makes you think I fantasize?" he said, struggling to regain his composure. The battle wasn't easy. He couldn't take his eyes off Maggie's magnificent tits and Amy was squirming her ass all over his cock, making it even harder.
"Oh, a lot of women and every man with a pair of balls fantasizes, darling," Maggie said. "Is his cock hard, Amy?"
"The damn thing is trying to poke another hole in my ass!" Amy giggled. She didn't want Clay to back out now that Maggie had things going in the right direction. The notion of having a threesome with her husband and her stunning girlfriend really turned her on. She also wanted to hear her husband's favorite fantasy. "Come on, darling, don't be shy. There's just the three of us. She is your birthday present and she's sitting there half-naked, letting you look at her luscious tits."
Clay slid his hand under Amy's skirt, along the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs, silently inviting him to explore to his heart's content. He moved his hand up further and touched her thick brown bush.
"No panties, huh?" he chuckled. "I've never seen you so enthusiastic and you never use earthy words unless you're turned on. You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"You'd better believe I'm serious!" Amy replied exuberantly. "I invited Maggie over to fuck you, not tease you."
"I don't know what's come over you, but I think I like it," he said. "And if I do fuck her, what are you going to do?"
"Why, darling, I'm going to watch!" Amy trilled. "Surely you don't expect me to leave the room and miss one of the most stimulating sights I can imagine." She squirmed her ass and giggled. "I can't wait to see your cock in her pussy. Now, stop stalling and tell us your favorite fantasy."
"Why do I have the feeling that you two are ganging up on me?"
"Because we are," Maggie said softly. "Isn't that what you want us to do?"
"I can't imagine anything more exciting. I just wanted to clear the air, make sure Amy wasn't testing me in some sneaky, obscure way. Okay, my darling wife, I'll tell you my favorite fantasy, and you tell me yours."
"Deal!" Amy said, sealing the bargain with a kiss.
Well, I have two favorite fantasies. Both of them are pretty standard for men. The idea of having two women in bed with me at the same time really interests me."
"And the second one?" Maggie asked. "How about you and another man fucking Amy at the same time? Does that also interest you?"
"Yeah, very much. Nearly as much as the idea of having two women for myself."
"What?" Amy yelped. "You never told me that!"
"I never told you about being interested in two women, either. You guessed it. We've never talked about our fantasies, you know. And, after we moved to this small town, I never thought we could safely carry out any fantasy, so I never pushed the point.
"You see, my darling wife, two women would give me great pleasure. By the same token, I think two men would give you great pleasure. I'm well aware that, physically, one man can do only so much with a woman, or two women. But a woman doesn't have the problem we men have. You don't have to wait for your cock to get hard again before continuing, or worry that it might peter out on you right in the middle of the fun. Doesn't the idea of having two cocks at your beck and call interest you?"
"Hell, yes!" Amy exulted. "It makes me damned hot!"
"What do you think about swinging, Clay?" Maggie asked. "Does the idea of an orgy also interest you?"
"Yeah, I think it does. Hell, that's a natural progression, isn't it? Going from a threesome, with whatever mixture of genders, to a full-blown orgy seems a simple step."
Maggie smiled at Amy and winked. She rose and walked slowly across the room, moving as sexily as she knew how. She didn't have a lot of experience being slinky and seductive, but she did her best. Judging from their expressions of rapture, her best was good enough.
Clay and Amy exchanged quick glances, then watched Maggie's exquisite tits sway gently in rhythm to her short, deliberate steps. Clay thought about how her cunt would feel when he slipped his meat to her. Amy thought about how excited she would get watching the salacious sight of her husband fucking another woman.
Maggie reached out and brushed her fingertips across Amy's tits, smiling as she tickled the young brunette's nipples into hard points. Then she took Amy's hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Come over to the couch, darling," she said softly.
"What about Clay?" Amy asked, her eyes misted with passion. "I'll get to him later."
"Well, I'll be damned," Clay muttered. "You're going to suck her off, aren't you?"