Happy Birthday to Me Ch. 03

Jim looked at his watch. "Why not for one minute," he said. We all watched. Fan danced for what seemed to me to be a very very long minute. She was very sexy though. "Time," Jim said at last.

"That was longer than a minute," Fan accused him.

He grinned and nodded. "Yeah, but you were so good, I wanted you to keep going."

She hit him lightly. He chuckled. Chuckled and then slipped a finger under her chin, tilting her face up, kissing her for real. Fan looked surprised for an instant, then she was kissing him back, passionately. One of those mouth wide open, lips crushed together, his tongue halfway down her throat kisses that went on and on and on until Jim at last lifted his mouth from hers. For a minute there, I'd thought they weren't going to stop.

"You were good Fan," he smiled into her eyes. Then, "whose turn."

It was mine. I fumbled with my block, my fingers nervous. Clumsy. But I got it out. I read. My heart did a wild fandango. "Dry hump, them on top. Two minutes."

Kam was smiling when I glanced at him. I could see his physical reaction. Definitely this game was getting him excited. Fan spun the bottle, I waited. Nervous didn't begin to describe how I felt as it slowed, slowed ... And pointed to Kam. Instant relief.

"Lie down Isabelle." Fan was in command here. "Kam, get out of the way." I slid down on my back, Kam lay down beside me, then on me, above me. Oh yes, he was hard. I gasped at the feel of him pressed against me. I was so wet when I felt him. I was also tense. Tense with embarrassment.

"Okay Kam, hump away, set the timer Jim."

Kam moved against me, slowly.

"Why waste time watching." That was Jim. When I glanced over, he was easing a willing Fan onto her back and moving over her. Fan gasped, her arms already round his neck as he began to move. He kissed her. I looked back up at Kam, enjoying those slow movements. "Kiss me," I whispered. He did, slowly, gently, the way I liked. Yes, I liked this game of Fan's a lot. The time on Jim's watch went off far too soon. Everyone sat up very reluctantly, very slowly.

"Jim's turn," I gasped.

"Let's make it fair," Fan said, "whatever ends up being selected, the other two have to do the same."

"Oh yeah!" Jim said, grinning.

Kam nodded enthusiastically.

I was the only one that wasn't so keen but I said nothing. Kam was enjoying himself, which was what tonight was all about, even if I was very very nervous. I drank more wine. It was Jim's turn. We all watched as Jim pulled a block. He chuckled, then he laughed. Then he read it out.

"Gently caress thighs without touching intimate parts." Kam spun the bottle and it pointed to ... to ... to me! That was so unfair! And Kam got to do the same to Fan. I glanced at her, she winked. Jim smiled. He smiled and he slid round the coffee table towards me as I sat there, feeling like a little rabbit with the fox approaching.

"Get up Kam, make room for Jim," Fan said. "Come over here with me."

Jim's hand pushed me back, I was on my back on the daybed, heart pounding, swallowing, feeling a little faint as Jim lay propped up on one elbow, his back to the room, looked down at me.

"Remember Jim, gently caress thighs without

Jim smiled, a warm smile, almost infectious. His fingers touched my leg, very gently, just above my knee. My breath was a shuddering gasp as his fingertips slid upwards, up my thigh to the hem of my skirt, down, up again. Now his entire hand was on my leg, warm and dry, gently stroking my leg from knee to the hem of my skirt. His hand felt different, not like Kam's at all. Larger, stronger. More assertive while still being gentle. I loved Kam, but to my shock I was enjoying Jim's gentleness, the slow slide of his fingertips on my skin, on the soft skin of my inner thighs.

His touch slid upwards, under my dress now, teasing my inner thighs so that I gasped weakly, my knees falling a little apart, not squeezed tight anymore. He took advantage of that parting immediately, his hand slipping between my thighs, his fingers sliding into that slight gap between my legs, sliding high between them, touching my inner thighs on both sides at once. I gazed up at him, at this stranger who was touching me so intimately, touching me where only my husband had ever touched me. His fingers brought me a flooding wet excitement, my pussy pulsed, I felt myself so wet, heated, excited, wanting to be touched.

His hand slid down towards my knees, one knee seemed to draw itself sideways, parting my legs, offering access to his hand. His fingers ran up the inside of one thigh again, high, high under my dress, almost touching my sex, almost brushing me. I felt myself, hot, wet, ready to be touched. My hips stirred, twitched, my stomach tightened, clenched, I exhaled, my breath gasping out as his fingers teased my inner thighs. As his fingers lifted my dress to expose those little black pearl non-panties to his eyes. I closed my eyes, trembling, burning with embarrassment. With shame. With excitement. Knowing what he was seeing. My pussy, framed by two strings of black pearls. Surely two minutes was up? But Kam and Fan said nothing.

"Ooohhhhh." My eyes flew wide open. Fan? What was Kam doing to her?

"Ooohhhh." He was doing something to her. He must be touching her! Oh no. Oh Kam, no.

"Shhhhhh." Jim's hand pushed my dress up further, all the way up to my hips, my pussy completely exposed to his eyes. I was wet. So wet and swollen, my clitoris begging to be touched. I felt my hips, my traitorous hips, they jerked, they lifted, they sought Jim's hand. I couldn't stop looking up at him, at his face. I didn't want to see Jim looking at me. At the same time I wanted to see what he was looking at. And it was obvious, more than obvious that he was looking at my exposed and naked pussy. My wetly swollen pussy that wanted to be touched. My traitorous pussy that was making my hips twitch, my heart pound, my breath come in little panting gasps.

Still, he obeyed the rules. He didn't touch my pussy. I could feel his fingers, they were gently sliding up and down my inner thighs, one thigh, then the other, within a hairs breadth of my pussy. If my pussy had had any hair. One of my knees jerked spastically, further away from my other knee, my legs wider apart, giving Jim's hand free access to me if he wanted it. If he chose to take advantage of it. Almost, almost, I wanted him to take advantage of it. Of me. My hands clenched into fists as I felt his fingers tracing those pearl strings on either side of my sex, up one side, down the other.

"Ooohhhhh." I couldn't help it. I couldn't! His fingers.

Could Kam see what was happening? Could he see me parting my legs for another man's touch. Was he doing this with Fan. Was he touching Fan's pussy? I had no idea. I hoped not. Jim's fingers continued to tease those pearls, not even touching my skin. But I knew he could see my pussy, I knew where his eyes were looking.

"Ohhhhhhhh." How could I? How could I let this happen with another man?

"Times up." Fan's voice brought his fingers to an abrupt halt.

I shivered with relief. Shivered with disappointment. Shivered as Jim flipped my dress down to cover my naked pussy. I was sure I knew what would have happened if Fan hadn't called time. Jim would have eventually touched me where I was so wet. I wouldn't have resisted. I didn't want that to happen though, I was Kam's wife. I wanted to excite Kam, not be unfaithful to him. I didn't want another man. All I wanted was Kam. As I swung my legs down and sat up, I could see Kam was excited. Now I shivered again, this time with anticipation. I wanted Kam so much. I could also see how hard Kam was as he returned to sit beside me. There was that selfsame bulge in Jim's trousers also.

"Fan's turn," I gasped.

Fan smiled, worked a block out, read. "Ice play with their nipples!"

I spun the bottle, giggling. Of course she got Kam. Of course. I didn't mind. This was funny. It was funny until Jim peeled his shirt off and I saw his chest, his arms, his muscles. Wow! I glanced at Kam as Fan peeled his shirt off him. My husband was so handsome but his muscles were nothing like Jim's.

"Lie back," Fan said, "both of you."

We smiled at each other as we picked up ice cubes from the ice bucket. Jim's nipples got all hard as I ran the ice around them. Greatly daring, I ran that ice cube slowly over his chest and stomach as well, smiling at the look on his face. We worked through two ice cubes before Fan called time. From the state of Jim's trousers, he needed an ice pack somewhere else as well. I giggled at the sight. Fan was going to get a big treat tonight for sure.

Kam's turn. He carefully wiggled a block free. Looked at it. "You spank girl."

Jim spun the bottle, it pointed to Fan. She smiled happily as Kam pointed to his lap. "Punishment time for Fan, you've been a naughty girl," he said.

Fan almost jumped onto his lap, lying face down across him. "Very naughty," she said.

"Very," he agreed as he pushed the tube dress up, exposing her butt. And that little white pearl non-pantie thong. Kam glanced at me, grinned. "Very very naughty."

His hand caressed Fan's butt, one cheek, then the other, slowly. Fan spread her legs, I could see her pussy now, exposed, right between Kam and I, displayed to Jim, to Kam, to me. Displayed and exposed to all three of us, pinkly glistening. I watched, mesmerized, as my husband's fingers dipped between her thighs, one finger delicately touching her. Touching another woman. Touching my friend's pussy. Fan hunched her back, I heard her moan, a soft excited sound. To my surprise, I didn't feel jealousy, I didn't feel anger. I wasn't upset. No, I was choked up with excitement. I almost moaned myself.

Kam looked at me, smiling for an instant before his finger lifted from her, his hand came up, cracked down on her exposed butt, leaving a slight red mark as Fan yelped. Kam spanked her slowly, taking his time, not too hard. Fan cried out with each slap of Kam's hand. Her legs stayed spread, exposing her pussy. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her pinkly glistening lips. I'd never seen anything like it, so beautiful, so arousing. I wanted to reach out and touch her with my fingers, feel her, slide my fingertips over her wetly glistening slit, hear her moan.

Was this what men saw? Was this the sight that aroused them, that made them desire us, want to take us, that drove them to penetrate us, make love to us, fuck us? Looking at Fan, I knew that if I was a man I would want to penetrate that wet little hole, sink my cock into it and hold her for my use.

"Delicious." Jim's hushed voice roused me from my reverie. He'd moved to kneel before us, kneel on the floor between Kam and I. His gaze fixed where mine was, his hand was gently caressing Fan's reddened butt cheeks.

"Don't spank her any more Kam." Jim's voice was hushed.

Fan sobbed for breath, her head resting on the cushions on the other side of my husband from me. Kam's hand softly stroked one butt cheek, Jim's the other. I couldn't stop myself. Heart pounding wildly, I reached out with one hand, then with both hands. My hands rested on the backs of her thighs, my thumbs hesitantly touched those glistening pink lips. Fan's hips jerked, I heard her gasp. My thumbs gently pried her swollen lips apart, exposing her even pinker inner lips, revealing her little entrance, her inner lips.

Jim looked at me. He looked at me, then at Kam. Kam nodded. Jim touched her with one finger, his fingertip resting against that little entrance to her pussy. Fan sighed softly. Kim pushed his fingertip inside her as my thumbs held her lips apart. Fan's head jerked up, she gasped. I gasped. Jim looked up at me, he smiled, he looked down again and slowly, slowly but without any pause, he pushed his finger completely into her pussy, burying it inside her.

Fan's head jerked back, her body tensed, her hips lifted, pushed back at Jim's finger. Jim's finger pushed harder, she sank back down.

"Ohhhh." Her little cry cut to my heart, sending a thrill through me, making my pussy do a little dance of excitement, a little dance of sympathy. A dance of desire.

Jim's finger moved, exploring her. Fan moaned softly, she moved under my hands. I wanted to moan myself. Kam's hand continued to stroke her butt. He smiled at me. "Your turn Isabelle."

"Huh." My heart missed a beat.

"Jim gets to spank you now."

No, not like that. My heart missed half a dozen beats but by then Fan was sliding off Kam's lap and Jim was taking Kam's seat. Kam pointed to Jim's lap. "Your turn Isabelle."

I saw his cock twitch inside his trousers. Oh my god. He wanted to see Jim spank me. He did. Could I do this? Could I? I felt a little sick. I mean, I knew Jim was going to do to me what Kam had done to Fan. He'd pull my dress up, I knew. Spank my butt. He'd see my butt. He'd see my pussy. I shivered. I glanced at my husband, saw the look on his face, the eagerness, the excitement. I knew he wanted me to do this, I could see that in his eyes, in his expression.

Biting my bottom lip, afraid, scared, heart pounding wildly, I moved over Jim's lap, lying over him as Fan had lain over my husband, closing my eyes, shivering. All I could think of was those black pearl bead non-panties I was wearing that covered absolutely nothing and how I would look exactly like Fan.

"May I?" Jim said. God, he was asking Kam, not me. He was asking my husband if he could spank me.

"Please," Kam said, then, "wait a second." For a minute there I thought he would stop this, stop my turn. My heart fluttered with relief, then sank as I felt Kam's hands take my dress and push it upwards, push it up to my waist, exposing my butt.

"What a cute little butt," Jim said.

I gasped as I felt one of his hands on my butt, stroking me, caressing my butt cheek, tracing the black pearls that ran up the cleft between my cheeks. My cheeks burned like fire. Both sets of cheeks.

"Isn't it," my husband agreed, one of his hands on my other but cheek. I could tell the difference.

"I want to see her pussy," Fan said.

Oh no! I knew what she was going to do as soon as she said that. I was horrified. And then she did. She did the exact same thing I'd done to her. I knew. I knew I shouldn't have done that to her, excited or not! I felt her hands. Her hands rested on the backs of my thighs, she spread them, she spread my legs apart, her thumbs touched my lips. My hips jerked, it didn't help that I expected her touch, I gasped. I felt her thumbs on me, easing between my slippery swollen lips, easing them apart, exposing my inner lips, the warm night air brushing my entrance and my inner lips.

"Ohhhhhhhh." I couldn't help it. I moaned, a soft excited terrified sound, my body tensing.

"Delicious." Jim's hushed voice told me another man was looking at the most intimate part of my body.

"And very very wet," my husband's voice said.

"Spank her now, Jim?" Fan, how could you. But she had, she'd reminded Jim.

Crack! "Owww!" I jerked, my eyes suddenly wide, my butt stinging. That hurt.

"Again," my husband said.

Crack! "Owww!" My other butt cheek. Stinging. Sore. Kam's and Jim's hands massaged me gently. My cheeks burned. My face cheeks, not my butt cheeks. This was so unbelievably embarrassing. Embarrassing and exciting. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen to me. I couldn't believe I was lying across Jim's lap with my dress up round my waist with my butt and my pussy on display. No way!

Crack!... Crack!... Crack! Half a dozen smacks in rapid succession, stinging my butt.

"Owww... Owww." It was my turn to yelp. It hurt. Not much. Enough to surprise me. Make me blink.

"Isabelle's getting wetter, guys." Fan sounds happy. Her fingers were still on my thighs, her thumbs on my lips, pulling me open, exposing me. Exposing me to their eyes. And I was wetter. I could feel myself.

"It's me Isabelle," Kam said. Before I could comprehend what he meant, very suddenly, he forced his finger into my pussy, taking me completely by surprise. I felt myself opened, stretched, penetrated. I feel myself so wet and slick around his finger as it slid into me. My hips lifted, I pushed myself back against his finger, head buried into the daybed's cushions, moaning as Kam's finger moved inside me. Fan's thumbs continued to expose me. It was so hard to believe Kam was doing this to me. Fingering my pussy in front of another man. In front of Fan. But he was. I knew he was.

I wanted to die from embarrassment and humiliation and excitement all at the same time. I didn't die. I didn't do anything except stay exactly where I was, feeling Kam's fingers moving inside me, driving me crazy.

"She's so wet," Jim breathed. I could feel how hard he was where I pressed against him as I lay over his lap. I could feel how wet I was as Kam fingered me. I was breathing so hard, gasping, almost moaning, my fingers clutching at the cushions, my eyes closed.

"Isabelle, you're so pretty," Fan murmured. Her thumbs had released my lips, now her fingers were stroking my inner thighs gently as Kam's finger eased in and out of me.

"I love the way her pussy clings to your finger, Kam," Jim breathed. My pussy immediately did as spastic little dance on Kam's finger. "She looks so tight."

"She is," my husband breathed, "her cunt's so tight on my finger."

"Ooohhhhh." I had to moan as his finger inserted itself within me again. My whole body shivered with the intensity of the excitement I felt. The excitement ... and the embarrassment. I was shaking, shaking with a combination of fear and embarrassment and excitement and nervousness and Kam's finger inside me, massaging me inside, moving inside me, making me squirm.

"She's enjoying this," Jim chuckled, "keep going Kam, I'm enjoying watching." One of his hands was massaging my back, kneading, stroking, a task made easy by the backless dress.

"Oooooohhhhh." Kam's finger kept going. Moving, sliding, teasing me so that my breathing came in little pants, so that my hips jerked and lifted and pushed back a little, so that my breath came in little sobbing gasps that were now clearly audible.

"Can she take two fingers?" Jim asked.

"I don't know," Kam said, "I've never tried two before." My husband sounded excited. Really really excited. I lifted myself up onto shaking arms, turned my head so as to be able to look at him.

"Kam," I gasped, "Kam..."

"Yes baby?"

I didn't want to say it, not where Jim and Fan could hear me. I didn't want to but his finger was in my, buried in my pussy, moving, teasing me, sliding in and out and Fan and Jim were watching. They could see. They could see my pussy and his finger in me.

"Ooohhhhhh... ohhhhhhh." So exciting. So embarrassing. I was so ashamed of myself and I wanted Kam to much.

"What baby?" Kam smiled. "You want to try two fingers? Okay babe."

"UUUGHHHHHH!" Oh fuck. Fuck oh fuck. He pushed a second finger into my pussy, stretching me, stretching my entrance so that my eyes opened wide, my mouth did a big "O" and my hips jerked away from my husband's fingers.

"Hold her hips for me," Kam said.

Jim did, he did, he held my hips with both hands, gripping my hips and holding them for my husband as he worked two fingers all the way into me. My arms folded, I collapsed down onto Jim's lap. Moaning. Moaning loudly, my body shaking, my pussy spasming around those two fingers. Too much. It was too much.

"HHNNNNUUUGHHHH!"

Jim's hands released my hips. I couldn't move. Kam's fingers held me, held me like a fish on a hook, my body helpless. I knelt there, knelt with Kam's fingers in my pussy, stretching me, massaging the walls of my channel while Jim's hands massaged my neck, stroking, digging into my shoulders, my back, my spine, my butt, the backs of my thighs, my inner thighs, brushing around where my husband's fingers penetrated me, where they slid in and out of me. I managed to turn my head, to look at my husband as he fingered my pussy.