Arranging a special treat for my husband's birthday was surprisingly easy. I'd always known he fancied my best friend, Lisa. What surprised me was how easily Lisa agreed to it. It shouldn't have. My husband, Keith, is extremely fanciable and Lisa had been single for almost a year and, in her own words, was "constantly gagging for a good shag". Lisa was 23, a year younger than me and extremely good looking. About the same build as me with a drop dead gorgeous 36D-24-34 figure. We'd known each other since school and I always got the feeling that the only reason she was single was that she was far too choosy.
The subject came up when we were having one of those late night, wine inspired, girly chats. Keith was away on business and I was round at her place. I was more than a little tipsy when I blurted out my suspicion that Keith would like to get inside her knickers. Lisa laughed as she replied, "He is only human after all. Mind you, he'd have a job on his hands".
"Why's that?", I asked.
"'Cos I don't wear any, silly, that's why."
In our less than sober state it was hilariously funny and we spent the next few minutes in fits of giggling.
"So", I asked when I'd recovered a bit, "would you really shag your best friend's husband?"
Lisa pretended to think for a moment. "My best friend's husband, no. Yours however, given the chance, I'd screw his brains out."
Lisa laughed, I threw a cushion at her. The conversation moved on to another topic. All in all it was a good night. We stayed up late, talking and drinking into the wee, small hours then went to bed.
Don't expect any lurid details. Yes we shared the same bed, Lisa has only one, but nothing happened. We may be the best of friends and have been since we were 9 or 10 but we've never been lovers. I'd had a couple of flings with other girls when I was younger and I know Lisa has had at least one as well, but that's another story all together.
And for a while that was that. Then one evening after Lisa had called round, Keith commented on how good she'd looked. That started me thinking about the conversation we'd had. How would I feel if I knew Keith had fucked Lisa? How would I feel if I were to watch Keith fuck Lisa? Lisa and I were close, closer than sisters. We shared almost everything, but sharing Keith? Surely not. And yet, perversely, the more I thought about my best friend having it off with my husband the more turned on I became. Soon it was my most frequent fantasy, me watching quietly as Lisa and Keith fucked each others' brains out. An idea began to form.
It was several weeks before I found the nerve to broach the idea with Lisa. It was a Saturday. We'd agreed to meet up in town for lunch. We chatted easily for a while. Lisa is a beautician and has her own salon. She was making me laugh telling me stories about some of her clients. Trying to sound as off hand as possible I finally asked, "You know when you said that given the chance you'd screw Keith's brains out, did you really mean it?"
Lisa looked a little puzzled then laughed. "Yeah, I remember. That time at my place. Look Sue, don't worry I was pissed, we both were."
"I'm not worried", I replied, "I'm just curious."
"Well OK, Keith's a good looking guy and I reckon that to keep you happy this long he must be pretty hot in the sack, so yeah, given the chance I would. But so long as he's with you I'm never going to get the chance am I?"
"What if I said yes? What if I wanted you to?"
"Listen to yourself Sue, you're crazy."
"No", I replied, "I'm serious. What if I said I wanted you to? I know Keith fancies you and you've as much as admitted you fancy him. And no, I'm not jealous"
"But.."
I cut her off again. "Supposing it could be arranged in such a way that he didn't know? I've an idea as to how it could be done."
"You really are serious aren't you?"
"Yes I am." I replied. "Listen..." And with that I outlined my plan. By the end Lisa was as excited about it as I was.