I'm writing this because I told my husband I would. This written account is part of his Christmas present, a present that's the craziest, most way-out-there one that I've ever given him. Because of how we thought it might go, he wanted to read all the details of the things he wasn't going to see. Back when he asked for this written account, I couldn't understand why he'd want it, but now I sort of get it. It's crazy hot, after all. Things that are taboo in normal society are often titillating.
So...here goes. I hope my sweet husband enjoys reading this.
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Dodging slush on Branson Street, trying to keep my Ugg boots clean, is when it all started. My best friend, Amber, said to me, "Haley, what are you getting Evan for Christmas?"
"I'm stuck," I said. "Probably a package of drill bits, or a pair of pliers or something."
"I know, right? Guys." Amber shook her head. "My Tommy is always the hardest one in the family to buy for. I asked him for some hints the other night and he had the nerve to say the only thing he wants is a threeway."
Hearing Amber say such an interesting, almost shocking thing, it caused me to stop walking. "Wow. Seriously?" I said. "That's pretty bold of him, actually putting it out there like that. Do you guys talk about that kind of fantasy stuff?"
"Nope," said Amber. "First I've heard of it. I wasn't in the mood to humor him so I didn't even ask if the extra person in our bed would be a man or a woman, but it's his present so you know it's a woman. Now, if it was
my
present..."
I'm pretty sure I giggled. "Wow, you'd be into that? You and two guys? I always knew you were my cool friend, but...gosh, I don't know if I could handle that. Evan's almost too much on his own sometimes."
"Really?" she said. "See, that doesn't surprise me. He's got that look in his eyes, not that I look for it or anything."
I nodded, knew what she meant. We started walking again. There was so much slush on the sidewalk, I almost turned back. I mean, how's a girl supposed to keep her boots clean? My husband Evan will laugh at this, I hope. He's always calling me his girly-girl, which I don't mind at all, probably because it's true. He says boots are
supposed
to get dirty, or they wouldn't be boots. I say women's boots are different, they're supposed to be clean. They're supposed to be pretty. They're supposed to be sexy. I know he knows I'm right; I mean, he gets all turned on when I wear my snakeskin ones, knee-high zip-ups that are really sexy. If they got all salt stained and gross-looking from the snow and slush and I had to throw them away he'd be bummed. But then I'd get to buy some new ones, so...oh well...for now I'm dodging slush in my Uggs.
Amber and I got some shopping done, there on the busy part of Branson Street, gifts for my mom, her mom, my aunt and uncle. She got some stocking stuffers for her kids, and we both got some for our nieces and nephews. We stopped into the Silver Front Diner for some coffee and lunch. We sat in a booth with a nice big window next to us so we could watch all the women dodging slush out on the sidewalk.
"So, seriously, what are you gonna get for Tommy?" I asked, taking my first sip of hot coffee. I remember the steam of it fogging my cold glasses.
"He wants a big roll-around toolbox for the garage. The small one he has is overflowing. I could do other things, but...that's probably a good present."
"Other things like...a threeway?" I smirked when I said it, my eyes looking right into Amber's. I was surprised by the odd kind of smile she gave me.
"You'll think I'm crazy, but...I've thought about it," she said, her eyes suddenly bashful, looking down at her coffee. "I have no idea how horny you get, but...yeah...when I get feeling that way...the idea of what he asked for...it turns me on. I didn't tell Tommy that. He's funny, though. He can...read me....sometimes."
"Oh my gosh, Evan can read me like a book," I said. "But I guess I know what
he's
thinking most of the time, too. That's what marriage does after a while."
Amber nodded, knowing, saying "I feel like I want to ask him the details, you know?" Her eyes flirted with mine again, getting more comfortable with this very personal conversation. "I feel like I could say 'Maybe, but after we do yours with a woman we gotta do one for me with a man.' "
"Wow," I said. "That's serious. That's...wow. You'd tell him that?"
Amber smiled, probably trying to read my wows and my curious eyes. "Yeah, I think so," she said, smiling in that interesting way again. "What if Evan said he wanted to do a threeway? What would you think? What would you say?"
"Oh my Gosh," I said, feeling a tingle of horniness, one that felt so unusual because I was sitting in a busy, noisy diner. "I guess...I've never thought about it."
"So think about it. I want to know." Amber's eyes were sparkling, like they were lit from inside. I'd never seen that particular beautifully sexy look on her face before. "Would you ever do it, if it was, like, the perfect situation?" she asked. "You, and Evan, and another person who was...you know...the 'just right' person for that situation?"
I could feel my eyes open wider, and then, like an embarrassed teenager, I looked away, out the window at the dull grays and dirty whites of the cold winter day. I felt anything but gray and cold, though. I felt a warm, colorful tingle all through myself. "If it was perfect? Yeah, I mean...jeepers, Amber, you got me all warm here." I glanced back at her, bashfully, fanning myself with my hand. Amber still had that beautiful smile.
"See?" she said. "It's a horny maker, right? The idea of it. I gotta admit...," she said, quieting her voice a bit, "...I'm starting to like it. This feeling, I mean, thinking about it." She looked down at her coffee, lifted it to her soft-looking lips, took a sip of it. "I think...I might want to do it."
I felt my eyes widen again. "You mean...the way Tommy wants it? With...another
woman?
"
Amber smiled again. "Does that surprise you? I think women are sexy. Don't you?"
"Well yeah, but...."
"Have you...ever...done anything...with a girl?" she asked.
The curiosity and kindness in her eyes made me warm again. I shook my head to tell her no, I hadn't ever. I'd never kissed a girl, or touched a girl, not in those kind of ways. But oh my gosh, didn't I suddenly want to! The look on Amber's face, a look of kindness and love that could have melted all the snow and ice of December! I was nearly floored by the strange and wonderful feelings stirring within me. I realized that Amber's eyes were telling me she felt it too, the two of us smiling so bashfully at each other, my own face warm, Amber's so lovely and pink as she blushed.
A child caught her eye outside and our nice conversation shifted to her kids' Christmas pageant at their school; I was kind of disappointed to lose the sexy train of thought that had made me so warmly horny. I wondered if Amber had changed the subject on purpose, or if she, too, was a little disappointed that she hadn't pressed onward, delving into more of our feelings about marital sex that involved more than just husband and wife. The mythical 'threeway' had unfolded and blossomed in both our minds, and oh my gosh they were thoughts that were so very hard to shake.
After our lunch, out on the cold winter sidewalk again, my desire to not walk through slushy puddles put me in back of Amber quite a few times, following behind her, and my inner 'mind of its own' kept aiming my eyes at the way her slacks fit her. 'Snugly' is the word for the way they fit, showing off all the shapeliness and wiggliness of her behind in a way that captivated me like never before. I suddenly, for the first time ever, pictured her in my bed, and my Evan was there, and as the bitter winter air chilled my lungs the inside of me felt warm again, knowing that he'd be so happy that she was there. It truly was the first time I'd ever thought of such a thing, and oh my goodness was it strange and wonderful.
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After that nice day of shopping I didn't talk to Amber for a few days. I thought about her a lot; more than usual, I'm pretty sure. When I called her after those few days I could hear the smile in her voice, and I easily pictured the soft kindness in her eyes. We talked about the usual things at first, then she told me that the big roll-around tool box her husband wants is sold out and back-ordered, and won't be in stock until well after Christmas. "Serves me right for procrastinating," she said. "I guess I'll have to give him a picture of it. That's not much of a gift."
"You've always got your back up plan," I said.
"Do I?"
"Yeah," I said. "The threeway."
