"Ahh..., isn't that sweet?" I said, patting Boyce's forearm. "Are you just sucking up for a big present from me?""So, are you ready for the big day?" Mike asked Boyce sitting across from him at our kitchen table. Boyce grinned and played with the ice in his glass of water.
"I guess I'm as ready as I'm going to get." He looked over at me and smiled, and then looked back at Mike. "I just hope I end up as lucky as you."
"Ahh..., isn't that sweet?" I said, patting Boyce's forearm. "Are you just sucking up for a big present from me?"
Boyce looked almost embarrassed and shook his head. "No, I mean it," he insisted. "You and Mike get along great, and well... you both like the same kind of stuff. You know?" I knew perfectly well what he was referring to and the way Mike smiled at me I knew that he understood Boyce's comment as well. "I just don't know if Amy and I will always be into each other the way you two are."
"You just need to keep the communication open, Boyce," I assured him. "If you can't tell your wife what your fantasies are, who can you tell?"
Boyce laughed nervously and looked down at the table. He shook his head and chuckled, letting his hair droop partially over one eye before pushing it back with his hand. He looked up at me, his blue eyes asking a question his voice refused to ask.
"How do you think Mike and I came to enjoy our little games?" I continued. "For the first four years of our marriage he watched me flirt with other men, and I thought it just made him so jealous that he'd want to come home and make love to me. But it wasn't until we talked about it one night that I found out it actually turned him on."
"And that's when I found out that it turned Marsha on to be a bit of an exhibitionist," Mike chimed in. "So, I guess you could say we do compliment each other well in that regards." He stood up and walked behind me and threatened to pull my t-shirt up. I laughed and slapped at his hands and he gave me a hug instead.
"That's what I mean," said Boyce. "What if Amy and I never figure that out?"
"You'll find it," I assured him.
"I sure hope so," he sighed. "So are you guys coming to my bachelor party tonight?"
"Both of us?" I questioned.
"Well, I was hoping you would be the entertainment," teased Boyce.
"Dream on!"
"We're coming," said Mike. "Did you reserve a room?"
"What do you mean, we're coming?" I asked, looking at Mike.
"I got the back room at Eddie's after 9:00. It's just some guys from work and my city baseball team."
"We'll be there," said Mike, emphasizing the we.
"Hold on!" I insisted, looking at both of them. "Am I the only woman being invited to this party?" Boyce looked down sheepishly and Mike just grinned and gave me a wink.
"Look," I continued, "I work with some of those guys too, Boyce. It's one thing to let you see my kinky side every once in awhile, but I have something of a reputation to protect at work."
"Hey, I still respect you," said Boyce. "What's the big deal? It's not like I'm asking you to come and jump naked out of the cake!"
"Well, what are you asking me to do?"
Boyce looked up at Mike nervously as if looking for direction. Mike chuckled and looked as guilty as a fox with hen feathers in his mouth.
"I'll take care of this," said Mike patting Boyce on the shoulder. "Why don't you go get ready for your wedding. I'm sure you have a tuxedo to pick up or something, don't you?"
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Boyce, looking down at his watch. "How'd you know?" He jumped up and grabbed his keys off the table.
"Been there; done that," laughed Mike. "We'll see you later."
"Thanks," he said with sigh. Boyce looked over at me and hesitated a moment before continuing. "You don't have to come if you really don't want to, Marsha. But I hope you will."
"I'll think about it," I answered, deciding to wait and hear what Mike had to say about the situation. "If not, I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow."
"OK," said Boyce, opening the back door. "See you two later then."
Mike turned to me as the door closed and pulled me into his arms. In an instant our lips were locked in a hot embrace that had me really wondering what was going on. Braced against the kitchen counter, Mike pressed against me as his hands searched beneath my t-shirt to find my hard nipples. I giggled as he nibbled on my lips and ground his swollen cock against me.
"What's gotten into you?" I laughed.
"Just the thought of you tonight..." he said, biting on my neck and pulling my shirt up. Within seconds, my nipple disappeared in his mouth.
"Doing what?" I moaned, my eyes closed and hands cradling his head.
"Wearing that black leather outfit with those thigh-high boots of yours." He switched to the other nipple and bit down hard.
"Oh..." I gasped. "And what else?" Mike's hands slipped inside my sweatpants and cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pressing harder.
"Just the thought of you in that room with all those men in that outfit with no panties on gets me so hot," he groaned, starting to pull my sweatpants down. I squirmed to get away, but his intent was all too clear when he turned me quickly and bent me over the kitchen counter. He held my hands behind my back and fumbled with my pants. The sight of him so turned on was too enjoyable to protest any more than what seemed only playful as he pulled my pants down to the floor and unzipped his jeans behind me.
"I know how naughty you'll be," he said, rubbing his hand over my ass and in between my legs. I wiggled my ass and denied his allegations.
"Yes you will," he insisted, rubbing his cock against my ass cheeks. "They'll drool all over your tits spilling from your jacket." Mike teased my pussy lips with his cock as I tried to press back for it.
"Yes," he groaned, finally pushing it deep inside me. I let out a yelp, but it only encouraged him to fuck me deeper.
"You'll tease them all and get them so turned on they'll be jerking off in the men's room." The visions of his words made me grin down at the counter and start to think about how fun it might actually be to go to the party.
"You'll even let one or two of them get a peek of this pussy, won't you?" he hissed behind me. "Just like last time..."
We had been at a dark club down by the pier in the city a few weeks earlier. After a night of drinking and dancing with a bunch of sailors, Mike had watched as I sat with my back to the bar facing the two sailors at the table and lifted one leg up on a chair, giving them a clear shot of my pussy. Both of them had ground their hard cocks against me when we slow danced that evening. But neither of them had been as hard as Mike when we crawled into bed that night.
"Yes..." I sighed.
"Maybe tonight I'll let one of them touch your pussy," he suggested. "Or maybe this pretty little asshole of yours." He pressed his thumb into my ass and I squeezed hard against his cock.
"Oh yeah, Baby! That's it," he growled. "But you know what?" His cock was buried deep within my pussy as he ground my hips into the counter.
"What?" I whimpered.
"This is the only cock that's going to fuck you." He slammed it in deep on the last word.
"Oh yes, Mike!" I squealed. "Fuck me!"
"This pussy is mine, Baby," he panted. "I want to watch them all drool over you and know that I'm the one that's going to come home tonight and fuck you so hard you'll be sore all day tomorrow." Every other word was accentuated with a hard thrust from his cock and we both climbed closer to an orgasm.
"It's all yours, Baby!" I assured him.
"Oh yeah," he groaned between clenched teeth. "I'm taking it too..."
With that he came with such a violent release that his groans echoed off the kitchen tile and resonated throughout the house. Clinging to the countertop, I took every inch of his hard cock until he slowed and collapsed on top of my back.
I smiled into the cool, kitchen tile wondering if the evening would be even more memorable than the afternoon was turning out to be.