Unwrapping Wet Amber

by Kamilla Murphy

  “I don’t know. We’ll need to talk to her, and maybe we better stop doing this.” I knew the “this” meant swinging.

  I extricated myself away from Josh and Selina and went to Amber. She had tears in her eyes as she spoke, “Do you love her?”

  “I can’t call it love, but I am very fond of her, though I’ve known all along how she felt about me. You do believe me when I say I’ve never touched her and never would?”

  “Oh, I believe you because I know the kind of man you are, especially in the last few weeks.” We kissed, oblivious to the now arguing Millers. “She’s right, you know,” she said when our lips parted. “I do have the best man in the world in my bed, and I’m never letting him go.” Just then we heard the loud moans emanating from upstairs. Madison was orgasmic, and it was music to my ears. It was music to my cock too. I sprung erect as she climaxed, and my wife certainly noticed. She whispered, “You knew she would, didn’t you? She’s fantasizing about you.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  “Shit no! It makes me horny.” Indeed, one touch of her pussy to feel the waterfall confirmed it. I pulled her atop me on the sofa and she went into full cowgirl mode. I didn’t have to tell my wife that I was fantasizing too. She probably knew I was.

  The Millers were probably conflicted, but watching us fuck did the trick. I heard Selina say, “I didn’t have mine yet,” and soon they were fucking on the floor at our feet. Amber’s quick trigger had her climaxing in a steady stream (no pun intended) of yelled profanities. I heard Selina shout, “Oh God!” so I knew she was orgasmic as well.

  Needless to say we never got to that second bottle of champagne. Amber and I dressed and we awkwardly said our goodnights to Josh and Selina. The only comment I made about their daughter was to say, “Be good to her. She deserves it.” There would be no overnight as originally planned.

  Amber reiterated her love for me and promised that I would be the only one. As we made love again in our own bed I knew that sooner or later the itch would be back, and basically I was okay with it. I’d watch her enjoy herself again but this time it would be with better people than the swingers in our neighborhood.

  The following Saturday morning while Amber was out shopping and Danny was with friends I responded to a knock on our door. It was Madison. “Can I come in?” and then “Is your wife home?”

  “She’s not, but if you feel you need to apologize, it’s okay. She’s okay with what happened.”

  “You mean she didn’t mind me saying that I loved you?”

  I smiled and said, “And I didn’t mind either.”

  We sat on our sofa and talked about what happened. “When I felt your… penis against me and it was so hard I almost had an orgasm right there.”

  “You already knew it was stiff for you and not your mother.”

  “Oh yes, like how we talked about it. But seeing it for real did something to me, even more than sneaking a peek at Mr. Kelly’s brother the night of the party.”

  I would never admit to being there and seeing her. Instead I said, “I’ve seen videos and I doubt I measure up to him.”

  “It’s not about inches. It’s the man it’s connected to.” She was so amazingly mature beyond her years. Then she asked, “Can you kiss me one last time, like you did that night?”

  I couldn’t say no.

  When we finally came up for air she told me all about how she took my suggestion and made a pass at her friend Amy. They fooled around a bit and enjoyed it enough to approach the other girl, Alicia Kimball for a curiosity-fueled threesome. Out-of-the-closet Alicia took them under her wing and taught them all the glorious ways women made love with other women.

  “So, no regrets?”

  “Oh no, in fact I’m not thinking about boys right now,” she said though she explained it didn’t mean she’d eschew heterosexual sex when the “right guy” came along. She then asked, “Do you think our plan will work?”

  The plan got a bit more emotional than she thought it would get, nevertheless it seemed to her that her parents had soured on swinging, and that was the result I looked for, for her sake more than theirs.

  After she left I took the opportunity to run the mower over my scraggly front lawn. As I was mowing Peter Mackie approached the house and waved to get my attention. “Hi Carl. Can I intrude on your chores to talk to you about a sensitive topic?”

  “No problem. Let me get a couple of beers and we’ll go to the deck out back. Gives me an excuse for a break anyway.” I pulled two bottles from the fridge and handed one to Peter as we walked through the house and out back. When we settled into chairs I said, “How can I help with anything if it really is a sensitive issue?”

  He obviously was uncomfortable but he did get right to it. “Selina Miller told Gwen that you and Amber were swingers. I guess I need some advice.”

  “If I can give advice, I will, but we’re not really swingers, at least like others in the neighborhood like the Millers and the Kellys.”

  “It’s that Selina and Josh have been after Gwen to get us into their… I don’t know… group? The thing is that Gwen, I think, really wants to and I don’t know what to do.”

  “I’m gratified that you think I can help, but it is a big step and you can’t go into that lifestyle with doubts about your marriage and love for each other.”

  He hesitated again, like he was searching for the right words. When he did look at me he said, “I know I’m not the handsomest man around. And my wife doesn’t think she’s pretty enough either. I know Gwen wants to feel desired, and it doesn’t matter what I say to her… that I do want her.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want for her to be happy, more than anything else, even if it’s with another man.”

  I debated saying it but ultimately it was the thing to tell him. “That’s exactly how I feel.”

  He was incredulous. “But your wife looks like a movie star. If Gwen looked like her I’d never let her get close to another man.”

  Harsh words were needed. “No wonder she’s looking elsewhere to be desired. Every husband should think their wife is beautiful and show her.”

  “I guess I had that coming. So, what about swinging?”

  “It’s not that easy, Pete. What about you? You just put yourself down a minute ago. Do you want to share, or do you want to swing?”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “If it won’t matter to the other who each of you is fucking, then that’s swinging. I call it sharing if only one of you is playing, and not both. At least that’s my take on the scene.”

  “You mean one of us would just watch or not be there?”

  “That’s one way of putting it. I’ll be honest with you, I’d much rather watch my wife cum than play with another woman.” He was digesting everything when I suggested that if Gwen expressed interest in swinging that she speak with Amber. “I don’t suggest she speak with the Millers any further. I think they just had a bad experience.” I knew he wanted to ask me what I meant but couldn’t come up with the words to express his curiosity.

  When Amber got home I recounted the conversation. “Let’s invite them both over some night,” she said thoughtfully. “We can arrange for another overnight at Mike’s for Danny.”

  “You sound eager,” I responded.

  She gave me one of her you-know-me looks, and it confirmed she was already imagining fucking impressionable Peter Mackie. “You want me to call Gwen and set it up?”

  “Sure.” Then I began thinking about the young Mrs. Mackie, and all the possibilities.

  To our surprise, when Amber called Gwen she invited us to their house later that evening. Amber suggested they’d be more comfortable over here, and Gwen said they’d bring wine. After hanging up she made a call to arrange for Danny’s overnight. That was soon set up. Amber and I speculated on what would happen. “Maybe we’ll just talk,” she said.

  “I’m not so sure. I bet Gwen’s made up her mind.” She shrugged her shoulders and t
hen I added, “I’ll be on the lookout for jealousy issues, but don’t let me stop you if you want to jump Pete’s bones. I’ll take care of Gwen regardless.”

  “I’m sure you will,” she said with a grin.

  I pulled her to me for a kiss while sliding my hand into her jeans. Yep, she was soaked. I wanted her then but I’d let the mood linger until evening when we’d find out what they’re thinking, one way or the other.

  Before I answered the doorbell I pondered the first clue to their intentions—how they dressed.

  Gwen was too dressed up for an informal get-together, wearing a prim blouse and a conservative skirt over black hosiery. She’d tried to restyle her hair but it unfortunately still screamed housewife. Peter was more casual, but in his own way he tried for macho, with tight jeans and a collared shirt with the three top buttons left undone. The only thing missing from the outdated disco look was bling around his neck. When the saw us, they looked at each other in surprise, since both of us looked readier for bed than for a social evening. I wore the same linen drawstring pants I wore to the Millers that night while Amber had on one of my extra long t-shirts that was just long enough to keep people guessing. I knew then that there would be sex in the air tonight.

  Pleasantries were exchanged and wine poured before we sat around the living room and Peter broached the subject of swinging. Amber had strategically separated the couple so I was sitting next to Gwen on the sofa while she was in a chair slightly opposite Peter. He was desperately trying to look under the t-shirt dress while he talked, and Amber tactfully let him see just enough for a tease.

  “As we spoke about, Carl, Gwen and I have been thinking of swinging ever since Selina and Josh began to ask us to join in.”

  Gwen jumped in nervously, “So that you know, I’m the one who needs convincing. He’ll tell you otherwise but my husband here would have no problem screwing Selina or Mia but I kept thinking what would a man like Josh Miller see in me?”

  I said, “They’d see what I see, a desirable woman who probably would be fun to have sex with” I saw skepticism in her eyes.

  “But why would you want me when you have Amber?”

  Instead of answering her question directly I asked one of my own. “You’ve been discussing swinging. Why?”

  Gwen glanced at her husband and then said, “He thinks we’re not adventurous enough in bed and that we need to put some oomph back in our sex life.”

  “And what do you think?”

  “Yeah, we need something. I need something… more… but I’m afraid that I’ll lose him if he finds somebody else more attractive or better at sex.”

  Peter interjected, “I won’t let that happen, sweetheart but dammit you need to open up to your own physical needs and stop hiding from them. I bet Selina, Vangie, Mia and Jackie Quinn aren’t afraid to try things and being sexy.”

  I appreciated him not mentioning Amber but I knew he was thinking of her too, especially if he heard about the party after the party. I said, “Now Pete, it’s not about those other women. Everything is about your wife from now on, even if you do swing. Don’t forget that.”

  He looked first at Gwen and then at Amber and me in turn. “I guess it’s a moot point. We thought you’d give us pointers… advice… but you seem like you’re talking us out of it.”

  To this point my wife had been silent, but no longer. “Gwen, how would you feel if I said I wanted to sleep with your husband?”

  Peter choked on his sip of wine before his wife answered, “I’d feel kinda left out. He always says I’m too insecure, but look at me. If he slept with you would he ever want me again?’

  Amber said to me,” And honey, how would you feel?”

  I almost chuckled at her ploy. “If you and Pete were fucking I’d love to watch. I’m discovering that it’s an amazing experience watching the one you love have great sex.” I faced Peter, “How would you feel if you watched your wife fucking me?” At that, Gwen involuntarily mewled like a baby kitten.

  Peter said, “I’d like to see that too, I guess. It might get her out of her puritanical shell.”

  Gwen was poised to object, but Amber jumped in. “I bet there’s no puritanical background here. Gwen, you said he thinks you’re insecure. What do you think?”

  “Maybe I am,” she muttered. “I don’t always have orgasms like all women talk about. I blame myself, I guess.”

  Amber made Peter cough again when she said, “Maybe it’s never been your problem. Maybe your husband needs to learn a little bit more about pleasing a woman.”

  I interjected, “And that’s what swinging can be, I believe—a chance for couples to learn about themselves and be better lovers in their marriage bed.”

  Amber giggled and added, “He might not think so, but Carl has taught me so much about love and loving since we’ve been married, and I’m the nymphomaniac who wants to fuck all day!”

  She gave me a look I understood immediately, and so I said, “Gwen, will you come with me? I want to show you something.” She was unsure of what was going on as I led her upstairs. When she realized we were going to a bedroom she balked. I assured her that she was in control and had nothing to fear from me. I urged her toward a dresser with a large mirror and stood her in front of it with me right behind her. “What do you see?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m wondering if you see what I see.” What I saw was a pretty but not beautiful woman. The closest actress in facial comparison might be Lisa Kudrow, and that might not be far off for other reasons, since even Lisa Kudrow had to compete with Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox for attention in the Friends cast, and maybe that’s why Gwen had her insecurities.

  “What do you see?” she asked making eye contact by reflection.

  I pulled her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck, then said, “I see a woman I’d love to sleep with.”

  She shivered and said, “Why?”

  I ran a hand down both sides of her torso. “Nice curves.” I continued down to her hips and caressed her ass cheeks through her skirt. “Nice ass.”

  “No it’s not,” she countered, but made no attempt to push me away.

  “Yes it is. In fact I bet Pete likes to do you from behind, doggie style so he can enjoy your ass.”

  “We don’t do it… that way.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not… the way you’re supposed to do it,” she said. No wonder they want some spice, if they’re only missionary kind of folks.

  “Let me clue you in, Gwen,” I said as my hands roamed back up, heading for her breasts and I moved my mouth closer to her ear. “There is no such thing as one way to do it. My wife would die if she couldn’t fuck in different positions.”

  “Pete… likes to be on top, I think,” she said barely above a whisper.

  “It’s probably because he wants to look into your eyes and watch your breasts heave just before you both cum.”

  That did it. She swooned and fell back against me. Of course the nibbling I did on her earlobe might’ve also had something to do with it. Done talking, I began to unbutton her blouse, purposely running my fingertips lightly against her abdomen as I undid the last few buttons. More nibbling and kissing her neck as I slowly slid the blouse off.

  She groaned, “Don’t” but it was only a word; in her mind a word she felt she had to say regardless of her acquiescence to the basest of desires.

  I unclasped her bra and let it fall. “Have you ever been to a topless beach? These babies would have every man looking.” I never imagined that she had, but it was the thing to say. They were firm C-cups with a slight upturn to them, and her nipples were ruddy and quite prominent. Still behind her and facing the mirror I caressed them while saying, “It’s okay, isn’t it?” Her eyes were closed but her mouth hung open as she moaned. I quickly removed my shirt before I turned her around and kissed her. When my lips met hers her eyes flew open, probably more from the shock of her breasts pressed against bare male flesh that the kiss. She wa
s tense at first but soon her tongue met mine and I felt her succumb. She pressed against me and shivered when she felt my hard-on push against her. I wasn’t sure how long we kissed before I heard a moan from downstairs. It was time to move.

  I whispered to her, “You know what they’re doing downstairs, don’t you?”

  “Oh, no,” she muttered, not as denial because she knew.

  “Let’s go downstairs and watch. Don’t say anything. Let whatever is happening happen. That means between us too.”

  She wanted to grab her blouse and cover up but I wouldn’t let her. I urged her down the stairs where we found exactly what I envisioned we’d find. Amber straddled Pete on the sofa and was riding him in her own special undulating rhythm. His cock and balls looked soaked so I imagined she’d already climaxed once or twice already. Perhaps they’d already been in another position before now.

  I pulled Gwen into my lap as I fell into one of our easy chairs. “See how she does it? Men like that position, and it looks like your husband is a real man.” She was watching, all right. I hiked up her skirt and ran my hand up her thigh until I came to the crotch of her panties. Amber wasn’t the only wet female in the room. I insinuated my fingers under the wet fabric and zoomed in on her pussy. I barely touched her clit when she shook and moaned, “Oh my God.” Tally it up as orgasm number one. “And you’re definitely one hot woman,” I added