The night had wound down, and Amy was on her way back home with one man in the front seat next to her - her husband - and another in the back - their friend Sam. Sam was drunk as a skunk - he'd been knocking back Jack and Cokes all night - and her husband was more than a bit buzzed as well, having had about a dozen beers, himself. Amy had been getting high all night on flattery and friskiness - her own and the others around her.
She wasn't a 10 by any standards, but her long, brown hair - which fell to the middle of her back - and her D cup tits seemed to get enough attention. Her eyes were a greenish-blue and she had an impish smile. At 25, she was the youngest of the bunch that went out that night. She was also one of only a few women who turned up. And this group was quite comfortable with each other...and all more than open about their sexuality.
Over the course of the night, Amy had been groped by a few men - mostly Sam, who stayed by her side almost the entire time - and kissed by one woman. If she'd been interested in the others, she might have been able to get more, but she was more than stimulated enough for one night. Sam had spent most of the time they were at the bar sitting by her side - "guarding" her from a one-time fling who wanted more - and alternating between running his fingers up under the edge of her skirt and kissing, biting, and sucking along her neck. He was a good looking guy - and almost too sweet for her tastes - with sandy brown hair that he kept in a spikey, mussed-up style, and baby blue eyes that just made you melt. He was the type that all but asked permission before violating a woman - even when she was begging for it.
Across the booth from where Sam and Amy had sat was her husband, David. His hair was almost as long as Amy's - and almost the same shade of brown - and his eyes a deeper blue than Sam's. He reached across and held Amy's hand on a few occasions, and divided the rest of his time between turning another woman to mush with his fingers...and scaring the hell out of a homophobic jerk who'd shown up to hang with the rest of them. He drank beer after beer and only wound up sloshed because he hadn't eaten anything all day. But even then, he could hold his own fairly well.
As they drove back to Amy and David's apartment - where Sam was crashing for the weekend - the conversation seemed to die down. Sam reached up behind Amy and started stroking her shoulders, neck, the sides of her face, trying to keep her alert as she got them home.
Once inside, her husband went to the restroom and Sam started to undress. He was bigger than her husband - broader in the shoulders and heavier all over. His chest and stomach were covered in a thick layer of curly hair. As she watched him undress, it occurred to her just how opposite these two men really were. David was thin and almost hairless - and what hair he had, he shaved off somewhat regularly. Sam was gentle; David rough. Both can be good at the right time, she thought to herself.
Sam laid down on the guest bed they'd made for him in the living room, and Amy sat down next to him, running her fingers through his chest hair and smiling down at him, wondering what she should do next. Just then, her husband came out of the bathroom, looking drunken and grumpy, and said, "There, you have your boyfriend," and flicked his hand in their direction as he slipped into the bedroom and slammed the door.
"I'd better go," Amy said. "You sleep well and I'll see you in the morning." She leaned down and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and biting it gently. She gave him a wink and headed to the bedroom.
Crawling in on her side of the bed, she ran her hand up under David's arm and onto his stomach, stroking it gently, and gave him a kiss on the shoulder, breathing him in. She loved the smell of him.
"You could have stayed out there, I really don't care," he said, in a tone that betrayed the words coming from his mouth.
"I'd rather be in here with you - you know that."
"Hmm... yeah, I know."
With that, he rolled over and gave her a kiss. It was already about 3am, and they were both exhausted. Without saying anything else, they both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Amy woke up fairly early, stomach grumbling, and decided she would make breakfast for the guys. Her husband stayed in bed, fairly hungover, so she put on her silky green robe and went out to the living room to wake up Sam. He was dead to the world, all wrapped up in the blankets and laying diagonally across the bed. She slipped under the covers and spooned him, whispering, "Wake up, sleepyhead - I'm going to make breakfast. You like pancakes?"
"Who doesn't?" he mumbled back, eyes still closed, a smile creeping across his face.
Slowly the two men in the house made their way out of bed and they were both sitting in the living room, rubbing their eyes, by the time Amy was done making breakfast. After eating, Sam laid back down on the bed (which they'd been sitting on while eating because it took up most of the main room of the apartment) and David headed back into the bedroom to lay down. After rinsing the dishes, Amy heard her husband calling for her to come lay down with him.
Crawling into bed, she asked, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. Why?"
"You were pretty grumpy last night," she said, wrapping herself around him.
"I was? Yeah, maybe I was. I'm fine, though. Really. I was just in a bad mood last night." He kissed her, their tongues playing, teeth grazing lips, their hands pulling each other closer. When the kiss broke, they both smiled. They laid there talking for a good while when it hit Amy that they were being very rude.
"Sam - come snuggle with us!" she called out, half expecting him to laugh it off and decline.
"What??" he answered, as he walked into the bedroom.
Amy pushed David further over and made room on her side of the bed. She pulled the blankets back, patted the open space, and said, "Here... come lie down and snuggle with me," an impish grin spreading across her face.
Sam shook his head, smiling, and got in bed, pulling the covers back over him. Amy rolled towards him and started running her fingers through his chest hair and David spooned her, his arm around her waist. Idle chatter filled the air and Amy changed positions, asking Sam to spoon her while she cuddled against her husband. She thought she was in heaven - she was just soaking up the attention of the two men in bed with her.
