By lunch-time they had come up with a plan. By that evening they were ready to put it into action. In fact, by that evening, the plan was already in motion. First, Samantha had called up Leonard at his office.
"Hello there," he said cheerfully into the phone.
"Not too busy, I hope," Samantha said.
"Too busy for my wife's best buddy? I'd never hear the end of it."
"Speaking of your wife, are you planning to go straight home to her after work?"
"What else?"
"Well, her birthday's coming up soon, isn't it?"
"Sure is."
"I was thinking we could get together to arrange a little surprise party for her."
"Sounds like a good idea. Want me to drop by on my way home?"
"Please. Call her and make some excuse, and come over."
"Done," he agreed.
Next, Vanessa put in a call to Samantha's husband at his office, asking him to drop by her place that evening for a little chat.
"What about?" he asked.
"I'm looking for some advice for a nephew of mine. Concerning career moves. I'm sure you could be a big help."
"Okay," he consented.
Of course it was all subterfuge. Sneaky scheming, conniving. But Samantha and Vanessa were finding out that that was half the fun.
Samantha put on a white garter belt with matching hose, lacy bra and panties, a robe-style dress and high-heeled shoes. Nursing a drink, she waited for Leonard's appearance while standing by her living-room window. When his car appeared in the driveway she went to the door.
"Glad you could make it," she greeted as he walked up to her.
"No trouble," he assured, smiling. They knew one another only casually, but he seemed perfectly relaxed with her. And she had noticed his eyes skim over her as he'd approached.
They went in and she offered him a drink, which he refused. They sat together on the couch. Samantha's dress opened to show some nyloned thigh, which did not escape his notice. He brought up the subject of surprise parties.
"We don't have to talk about that now, do we?" she purred.
"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?"
"Not exactly, now that you mention it."
"Oh?"
Samantha set her drink on the coffee table and leaned back in the couch, shifting closer to Leonard. "You know, Vanessa thinks you're, getting a little dull, but I don't believe that."
Understandably, he didn't seem to know what to say.
"I'll bet you know how to have fun, don't you, Leonard?"
"Sure."
"I'm the one with dull husband problems," Samantha went on. Sighing, she let her head loll back onto the back of the couch. "It's an accomplishment when I can get a yawn out of Harry."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
She looked at him, her head still back. "This surprise party business was just a cover. I want you, Leonard."
"Your best friend's husband?"
"Shocking, isn't it. But there it is. I want you." A languid smile curved her lips. "Bet I can talk you into it."
He chuckled uncertainly. "Did Vanessa set this up? It's a joke, right?"
Samantha got slowly to her feet. Standing in front of Leonard, easing in between his knees, she deliberately loosened her dress, drew it open to show her sexy underthings, finally let it drop from her shoulders.
"No joke," she assured. She lifted lingering fingers into her lush hair. "Do you like what you see, Leonard?"
"I… I can't believe this is happening."
Samantha lowered her hands and slowly bent over, sliding them down between her knees. Her tits fairly spilled out over the cupping fabric of her bra. She went down face to face with Leonard. "It's happening, lover. Now, do you like my body or don't you?"
"Yes, but…"
"Good. I'm glad." Smiling in her eyes, she leaned closer. Their noses almost touched. "I've been fascinated by that body of yours for years, too."
"Christ, Samantha, you're Vanessa's best friend," he protested.
"You keep saying that. You must be having trouble resisting my charms. Grabbing at any excuse. Leonard, if it doesn't bother me, why should it bother you?"
"I'm… I'm married."
"Another excuse." She shook her head. "I thought you were fun. Hell, I know you are." Straightening, she moved onto her knees on the couch, astride his lap. She squared her shoulders, lifting her tits out. She cocked her hips to one side.
"If you don't want me, push me aside," she said. "A big strong guy like you wouldn't have any trouble."
His hands didn't move. And then they were past the point of no return. Feeling a tingle of triumph, Samantha combed the fingers of a hand into his hair. He looked up. She brushed her hand down the side of his face and he kissed her palm.
"We'll regret this," he said. "Both of us."
"Not today," she promised. "I've taken care of everything. It's going to be perfect."
She sank the cushions of her ass onto his lower thighs and held herself upright. She wagged her shoulders, and her tits jiggled almost out of her bra cups. His eyes dropped to her chest and held to it.
"You like, huh?" She smiled. "Why don't you take them out and play with them?"
His eyes lifted in surprise at such a brazen suggestion.
"I don't know what Vanessa is like," Samantha lied easily, "but I'm pretty sure I'm different. You better get used to it. Hell, enjoy it!"
She could see the idea going to work on him, put a glint in his eyes and a hungering kind of grin on his lips. She was now a woman to him, and that meant they would be playing under a different set of rules than he would have with his wife. New rules. And, as he was about to find out, the first rule was, anything goes.
His hands lifted to the front clasp of her bra and he opened it, tentatively. In similar fashion he pulled the lacy cups away from her jutting tits and let his hands replace them on her coned tit-meats.
Tingling with greater triumph and stirring with arousal, Samantha pressed her titties forward into his hands. He responded by squeezing into the smooth, pliant flesh.
"You are fun," she enthused.
"And you, you're something else, Samantha."
"Now you're getting it." She leaned forward, letting her arms slide about his neck. They touched noses this time, and then lips as Samantha cocked her, head to one side and moved in for a kiss. Curving her body, she pushed her heavy tits into his chest. His hands slid around and down to the jutting curves of her ass. She shot her tongue into his mouth and let him enjoy himself.
"You're terrific, Leonard," she breathed, moving against his body and hands, "but I think I'd like you even better naked."
"Shall we go upstairs?"
"I'm in no mood to be quaint," Samantha purred. "Right here is fine. You'll see."
She backed from him and stood again.
Thumbing her panties, she worked them down and off, leaving garter belt, nylons and shoes on. Kneeling, she pulled off Leonard's shoes and socks.
Taking his time, he got out of jacket and tie. He needed the time to get adjusted to her, to the new style of fun-making.
Samantha leaned in between his knees, crouching, and pulled down his fly. She reached in and negotiated his prick out into the open. She cradled the rubbery cock in two hands, rolling it in caressing fashion. She looked up at him.
"I'm gonna make you feel good," she murmured. "I'm gonna make you feel better than you've felt in a long time. I'm gonna make you come like the devil. Maybe in my mouth, maybe in my pussy, maybe even in my ass."
He stared at her, dumbfounded, as she ducked and licked all the way up from the bottom of his growing cock-shaft.
"Does Vanessa talk dirty like that to you?"
"Not quite," he replied.
"I'm just a slut when I get my hot little hands on a cock. Especially one that seems to like me so much." He was growing steadily in her caressing hands, firming up nicely for her. Samantha showed a look of genuine delight and licked his cock again. And continued licking it.
"Nnnnnn, I love it right back too."
Watching her, Leonard undid the buttons of his shirt, pulled it open. Samantha took hold of his pants and shorts and worked them from his hips, down his legs to his ankles. She practically dived back toward his cock and snatched it into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned with pleasure as she sucked and squeezed the upper end of it. In short order she was running her mouth down on the continuously swelling cock and sucking hard back up to the tip.
When his cock was hard enough to stand on its own, Samantha took her mouth from it, rose up slightly and enclosed the fuck-shaft with the splendor of her tits. Bunching her tits in around his cock, she caressed it with her smooth warm flesh.
"How does that feel?" she purred to him. "Good enough to fuck?"
"Shit," he grinned, "you really are different."
"Fuck my tits, big boy!" She grinned.
It took him a moment to get going. It was a pleasure he had never pursued before.
Leonard's ass lifted and his cock threaded up between her enclosing tits. He lowered and let his cock go down out of sight before running it back up through the incredible smoothness of her tit-flesh.
Samantha knew he would never have dreamed of doing this with his wife. Something had happened there, early on, and it had pretty much established their sexual habits. The longer a pattern went on the harder it was to break out of, and their pattern, conservative, was an old one.
But between Leonard and Samantha there was no pattern yet. The idea was to show him what he had been missing out on and let him take it home to Vanessa. The wives' scheme was as simple as that.
Samantha didn't doubt that he would take it home and try it out.
"God, you're making me wet," Samantha breathed.
"Am I?" he said.
"I'll show you." She pulled her tits from his cock as she stood up then climbed up onto the couch. She stood over him, one knee pressing into the back of the couch to one side, one foot lifting onto it to the other side. She leaned her hips forward and, with his head tilted back, she moved her pussy in over his face. She opened her privates with the fingers of a hand and said, "See?"
Wetness did show in the fuck-slit and outer areas of her pussy. She wished there had been enough for a drop or two to fall onto his lips. Would have been fun to see how that fired him up.
"God," he groaned, "Samantha."
"Lick me," she crooned. "I've heard I taste like a million bucks."
His tongue lifted itself into the spongy hot wetness of her gaping cunt like it couldn't resist. His hands came up to the jutting globes of her ass and mauled her buns as his tongue began to do the same to her pussy.
"Oooooh, you feel, like a million yourself," she cooed, hunching her drooling cunt at his mouth. She felt him suck on her tender privates and knew she had him right where she wanted him. The lucky stiff was playing straight into her hands.
"Sexy pussy!" he breathed in awe. "Fantastic!"
"Yeah baby, let me know how you feel," she encouraged. "Talk tome! Talk dirty to me!"
"Love eating out your cunt," he murmured, really getting the hang of her new approach to it. "Want you to come on me! Oh yeah baby, all over my face!"
Fast learner, she thought.
"Your face?" she tempted. "Or your big, hard, throbbing cock? It's your choice."
He flicked his tongue into her cunt with a quick hunger, as if trying to get all he could before she took it away.
"My cock," he said finally, groaningly, and Samantha did take her pussy from his mouth.
Samantha lowered onto her knees on the seat of the couch, her lusciously tapered thighs straddling his hips and upright cock. She grabbed the throbbing shaft and stuffed its purple tip into her creamy cunt-gash. She lurched her ass downward and took his cock past her cunt-lips. Spasms shot through her pussy as his prick stretched it out and filled her up.
"Jesus," Samantha breathed. "That was a perfect choice." Feeling deeper lances of pleasure, she shook her head and laughed with erotic glee. "Yeeeaaaahhhhh!"
"You really go for it, huh," Leonard remarked. Clearly he was enjoying her uninhibited ways, getting more comfortable with them by the minute.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," she said to him, leaning back. She placed her hands on his knees and lifted her own knees to plant her heels in the seat of the couch. "And you're gonna watch," she added, easing back on his hard-on, letting more and more of it out of her cunt. "You're gonna watch me fuck you and you're gonna see me come."
He seemed dumbfounded again. Samantha had to admit that it was a kick, dazzling a grown man like she was. But she wasn't worried about dazzling him too much. He would always know where he truly belonged and would go running back to Vanessa as soon as Samantha was done with him.
Taking her time, Samantha rocked back and forth over Leonard's lap. The sheath of her cunt stroked his cock with an ever hotter friction. Her hips and pelvis rolled, stirring his big fuck-thing around inside her. Her hot ass pressed up against his balls with each forward motion.
The pleasure was as much her own as it was his. He watched her turn on with a boyish fascination. She was showing him how much she enjoyed cock, and when he was with Vanessa he would remember it, and know that his wife was the same way.
A grin tugged at her sensuous mouth. "I'm gonna do it," she murmured throatily. "Gonna come and hold my tits for me, baby? That'll really set me off!"
His open hands slid up her working body and wrapped around the domed peaks of flesh with tight squeezes. Samantha gasped with raw pleasure, and when his thumbs flicked hard against her swollen nipples she inhaled sharply and her body curved abruptly upward.
"Uuuuunnn, uuunnn, uuuhhh, ooohhh, ooohhh!" she whimpered excitedly and went bucking into her climax. The beat down there around his cock went searing through her with sensation-laden throbs.
Leonard continued mauling her sensitive tits as she lurched torridly about on his prick and slowly calmed. He milked them then with gentler caresses, then let his hands drift off onto her softening body. She continued moving to and fro on his hard-on.
"I don't know how Vanessa could say you're on the dull side," Samantha said. "I feel like we can do anything together."
"Well, I'm a little different at home," he confessed. "Maybe I am on the dull side."
"Bet you could show her a few things if you put your mind – and your cock – to it."
He grinned. "Maybe."
"It'd be a nice birthday surprise, wouldn't it?" Samantha suggested.
"There's an idea."
"Then I guess our business is settled," she announced. Quickly through, her eyes dropped to his reddened hard-on as for the umpteenth time it came unsheathed from her cunt, and she corrected, "Almost."
"We're doing okay there too."
"Not okay enough. We'll do much better with you in my ass."
"My God Samantha, you really want to?" She swung a long leg over to the couch and disengaged herself from his cock. "Sure." She got both knees under her, lower legs across his thighs as she turned her backside to him. "Just wet your finger in my pussy, then slip it in and out of my shitter a few times, easy, and I'm ready. Try it!"
For a second he appeared uncertain. She gave an encouraging wiggle and reached back between her thighs to open her wet cunt for him. "You'll love it."
His finger came to her pussy, and then went to her asshole, and then he got up onto his knees behind her and touched his prick-head to her stretched hole.
"In, baby. I want it. I need it."
He pushed forward and she pushed back, and they joined, deeper and deeper, sharing increasingly bold fuck-strokes.
"Yeeaaahhhh!" he breathed as the passions took hole. "Shit yeah!"
"Me too," Samantha cooed. "I feel the same way! Ooohhh, shit, do I ever feel good! Fuck me now! Fuck my hot, bad ass!"
"Jeez," he breathed, pumping with his hips, "do you think Vanessa would go for this?"
"Leonard honey," Samantha replied, "I don't think she'd mind it a bit."