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One thing I should tell you about my wife is that when she makes a promise, she keeps her word—no matter what.
So when she told me that she would be out of town on my birthday, I knew that keeping her promise I would get birthday sex wasn't going to happen.
She had been working for years to advance her career in the fashion industry. When she finally got her big break, I was thrilled for her.
Someone that my wife worked with showed some of her designs to one of the higher-ups, and they loved the creations my wife had come up with. And when they told my wife they wanted to feature her work in a runway show in New York City, it was the best news she could have received.
Of course, I wanted to be with her to support her like I always have, but no matter how much I wished to be with her, I couldn't leave my business unattended. I ran a small printing shop, and at the time, being away from work would have caused it to back up more than I could have afforded.
So, when she left with a few coworkers in the middle of the week to fly to New York City, I wished her the best. I knew that once everyone saw the designs she had created, worn by the top models in the city, it wouldn't be long before my wife would be a full-time designer, and I wouldn't need to run a print shop.
I worked hard throughout the week to fulfill some large business orders, and when the weekend arrived, I was ready to celebrate my birthday.
Since my wife was out of town, I didn't want to go out and celebrate anywhere, as I usually do. Instead, I had some of our good friends over.
Our friend group mainly consisted of couples, except Cassie, who had divorced a few months prior. Everyone else had their better half with them except for Cassie and me. And the two of us were missing one person in particular—my wife.
Cassie and my wife grew up together and have been best friends their whole lives. They're more like sisters than anything. Since Cassie divorced, my wife and she had been together nonstop. And when my wife went out of town, she didn't have her friend to lean on.
Now, I'm not similar to my wife by any means. I'm not a nurturing figure or someone who can take command of a situation. I don't know the right things to say most of the time. But since she was gone, she wanted me to make sure Cassie had fun on my birthday. Everyone else at my party was a couple, and my wife didn't want her to feel left out in any way.
So, I did my best to ensure Cassie had a great time. I made sure she got plenty to eat. Whenever I left the room, I would ask her if she needed anything. And I made it a point to talk to her through the evening. I took care of her and treated Cassie like I do my wife, and she appreciated it.
Cassie was thankful for me and told me how much fun she was having. She said that if it weren't for my kindness and hospitality, she wouldn't have been enjoying herself as much as she was.
It was nice for me too. My wife and Cassie were besties, but I was never as close to her as I could have been. But at my party, I enjoyed her company and was grateful she was there.
After an evening of a fantastic cookout and cornhole, it was late, and my friends started to head out. Couple by couple, they departed until it was only Cassie and I at my house.
I wasn't surprised Cassie decided to stay until everyone was gone. It was her nature to help clean up any time my wife and I had people over. But she enjoyed my company too and didn't want to go back to her empty home.
Cassie did help me straighten some things up that night, too, even though I told her I could take care of it. But it wasn't long before she said I had a surprise birthday gift.
Even though my wife was hundreds of miles away, she still wanted to make sure she gave me a present. But Cassie wasn't sure what my surprise was. My wife had spoken to Cassie earlier in the day and asked her to hang out after everyone left the party and then to call her once everyone had cleared out.
Cassie and I sat down on the sofa. Then she pulled out her phone to call my wife and put it on speaker mode.
"Hey, Cassie! How's the party?"
Cassie smiled. "It was a lot of fun. Everyone is gone now, too. It's just me and Jason now. Oh, and you're on speaker."
"Perfect," my wife said. "Hi, honey. Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, love. I miss you and can't wait to see you." That was the first and only birthday since we married that my wife wasn't with me to celebrate. Of course, I missed her. "What's this surprise you have planned for me anyway? Was it hearing your voice?"
My wife giggled. "No, my voice is a bonus to your surprise. But, for this to work, I'm going to need Cassie's help."
Cassie looked at me and shrugged her shoulders before she answered my wife. "Of course, I'll do anything to make it happen."
"You're the best, Cassie," my wife praised. "I made a promise to Jason before I found out I was flying out here to New York. And you know I never make a promise I can't keep."
It's true. My wife always keeps her word. But as Cassie and I sat on the sofa looking at each other, confused, I couldn't recall what promise she made.
Cassie took a drink before she spoke again. "Are you going to tell us what it is? Jason looks as confused as me."
"It's true, honey," I said. "And it's been a long day, so I can't think straight."
My wife laughed. "I'm surprised you don't remember me promising you birthday sex. I thought for sure that's something you couldn't forget."
Cassie and I laughed before I responded. "Okay, you're right. I do remember. And it's fine. We will get to that when you fly home."
"No, Jason, we won't." My wife's voice was no longer playful. Her tone changed, and she was stern. "I made you a promise."
Cassie and I looked at each other, both surprised my wife sounded so serious. When my wife is in that type of mood, she means business. She's strict, bossy, commanding, and so sexy when she's like that.
I didn't want her to get hung up on her promise while she was away making her dreams come true. But my words didn't make a difference.
"Honey, it's okay—" I started before she cut me off.
"Jason, stop. I never break a promise." My wife told me to stop talking, and all I was trying to do was reassure her it was okay. But she had a plan. "Cassie. You're my best friend, and you know how I feel about keeping my word."
Cassie nodded. "Yes, of course."
"Good," my wife said. "Since I'm there to keep my promise myself, I need you to help. I need you to fuck Jason for his birthday."
"What!" Cassie and I both yelled at the same time.
Cassie's eyes grew wide with mine, both of us in disbelief at what my wife had said.
"Go on, you two. Take a minute to process my words, and let me know when you're ready." My wife's voice was serious, still. And even though I wanted to laugh because I thought she was joking, I kept my mouth shut.
Cassie quickly muted the phone and turned to me. "Is she out of her fucking mind?"
"You know her as well as I do. She sounds serious to me. I'm not sure what's going on, but you're welcome to leave if you'd like. I'll call her back on my phone and talk to her."
Cassie waved me off before unmuting. "I can't—"
"You can't what Cassie? Fuck Jason?" My wife cut Cassie off before she could say much of anything. "You haven't been laid since your divorce. I know how badly you need to be fucked. And we both know you're attracted to Jason."
Yikes, I thought. My wife was a bit harsh, calling Cassie out like that in front of me. And I felt bad that it had been a while for Cassie, too. She's beautiful. Any guy would bend over backward for a woman like her. I knew the only reason she hadn't had sex since her divorce was because she wasn't ready to trust another man yet.
I was surprised to hear my wife say that Cassie was attracted to me, too—she never showed it, and I damn sure wouldn't have guessed it. Listening to the two of them go back and forth, I just sat there and didn't say a word.
"Yeah, I can't argue with that. But it's not right," Cassie countered. "He's your husband."
My wife laughed. "He is my husband, and I don't want to break my promise. You're my best friend, Cassie. I want you to have sex with him. That way, I keep my promise. It's a win for everyone."
The look on Cassie's face changed. She once looked disgusted when my wife first said that she wanted to have sex with me. But that changed, and she looked more curious than ever, like she was actually contemplating the idea.
Cassie looked at me, her eyes quickly scanning up and down my body before she spoke to my wife again. "I don't know."
"Cassie, I know what you're thinking," my wife said. "It's okay, too. I know you're nervous to be with someone new, but you've known Jason longer than any other guy. And I'll talk you through it. You help me, and I'll help you."
Sitting on the sofa, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife and Cassie were basically talking amongst themselves about having sex with me without needing my input whatsoever.
But that didn't matter to me. I knew how much it meant for my wife to keep her promise. And I knew how badly Cassie must have been aching after not having sex for so long. I was willing to help my wife keep her word and assist her best friend in getting what she needed, too, all because of my birthday. My cock was already hard in my pants, hearing them talk about it.
"Okay," Cassie said. "I'll do it."
"Perfect," my wife followed. "Jason, dear, just sit back and let Cassie handle everything. It's your birthday."
My cock twitched, throbbing in my pants, hearing my wife and Cassie come to an agreement.
"Cassie, are you next to Jason now?"
"We're on the sofa together, but I can move closer."
"Okay, scoot closer to him."
Cassie moved down the sofa to sit next to me. The low-cut top and jeans she had been wearing all night suddenly became incredibly sexy to me. I hadn't noticed her impressive cleavage the entire night, but as she rested her hand on my thigh and waited for my wife's instructions, I was focused on it.
"Okay, I'm next to him now," Cassie said.
My wife was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. "Good. This next part is easy. I'd like you to take a few minutes and go slowly before we move on. Cassie, go ahead and kiss Jason."
Cassie smiled and bit her lip before she leaned closer to me. My eyes stared at her breast in that top as she moved in, her hand still on my thigh. As her lips neared mine, I closed my eyes, and when our lips touched, my cock twitched.
She placed her other hand behind my head, pulling herself against me, her breasts pressing into me. Her passion was pure. Her lips parted slightly, and her tongue slipped inside of my mouth, twisting and twirling mine. Cassie wasn't holding anything back. Once my wife gave her the green, she hit the gas and didn't let up.
It made sense, too. Cassie hadn't been with anyone since her divorce. She hadn't kissed or touched anyone else. Now that she had me, with full permission and encouragement from my wife, she was letting herself go.
Our tongues played around while our breath got heavy. My wife was quiet on the other end of the phone, listening intently to the sound of mine and Cassie's lips smacking together. As we sat on the couch, letting passion take over, and the boundary of friendship disappear, Cassie's hand moved along my leg, closer to my cock.
"Mmm." Cassie pulled away from me, and her eyes lit up after finding my cock under her palm. She knew how fucking excited I was with her next to me.
My wife cleared her throat. "How's it going over there? How are you doing, Cassie?"
"Good," Cassie said, her fingertips tracing the outline of my shaft. "Very good."
"I hope Jason is making things easy for you. He's hard right now, isn't he, Cassie?"
"Very hard." Cassie's fingers pawed at my cock on the outside of my pants. She was ready for it. She wanted it.
"Go ahead and get it out then, Cassie. I must warn you, he's big."
Cassie didn't hesitate. She stood quickly and pulled me up with her before she unbuttoned my pants and yanked them to the floor along with my boxers. My cock stood straight out. Then she removed her top and leaned in to kiss me, lightly stroking me while my hands wrapped around her, racing to unclasp her bra.
After I freed her breasts, Cassie dropped to her knees. Her tongue traced the back of my shaft before she took me inside of her mouth.
"Fuck," I muttered, feeling the warmth of her mouth and saliva smother my cock.
My wife laughed. "I don't even need to see to be able to know what's happening over there. Though, I wish I could."
Cassie perked up when my wife said that. She kept a hand on my cock, slowly stroking it while she quickly picked up the phone. I didn't know what the hell she was doing, and I didn't care. I was focused on her hand, which squeezed me tight, pumping me.
It wasn't until I heard my wife's voice again that I realized Cassie had taken the phone off speaker for a video call instead.
"Oh, my goodness." My wife's voice was loud, thrilled. "I'm so happy to see you two."
I looked down at the phone, propped up against the arm of the sofa, and saw my wife's beautiful face. She was lying down in her hotel bed, in nothing but a robe.
Cassie didn't say anything to my wife before she took me back inside her mouth. I hadn't felt awkward before, but once my wife joined the video call and was watching, I couldn't help but feel that way. I was nervous, too.
I didn't know what to do or how to act getting a blowjob from my wife's best friend while she was watching. Without wanting to show how much I enjoyed it, I tried to keep my facial expressions at a minimum, and I couldn't look down at the phone anymore to meet my wife's gaze. But it didn't bother her the slightest. No, she was having the time of her life watching what Cassie was doing to me.
"Good girl, Cassie. Look at you go. You're sucking so damn well with your pretty mouth."
Fuck, my cock throbbed against Cassie's cheeks every time my wife encouraged and praised her. However, my lack of emotion struck a nerve with my wife. She didn't like that I was getting blown by her best friend and not saying anything.
"Jason, does it feel as good as it looks?" I nodded my head but couldn't mutter any words. "Then tell her how great she's doing. Don't just fucking stand there."
"Cassie, that feels so good."
My words still weren't enough and didn't appease my wife. "Pet her, Jason. Pet her and tell her how good it feels."
I listened to my wife. She was stern and commanding, and I didn't want to upset her, especially after the incredible birthday surprise she had for me. So, I focused and treated Cassie as I would my wife.
"Fuck, Cassie," I said, running my fingers through her hair. "I love what your mouth does to me."
Oh, man. Cassie fucking loved hearing that. Her lips pressed tighter against my shaft, and she moved faster up and down. She didn't take my words of encouragement lightly—she thrived on hearing my praise.
When I quickly glanced over at the phone, my wife had her robe opened up, her tits exposed, pinching her nipples as she watched Cassie blow me. That's when I knew she was enjoying herself as much as Cassie and me.
My wife and I took turns praising Cassie, watching her come alive with each compliment and suck me faster. Then, my wife offered instructions on the next steps. "Cassie, don't wait any more. It's time."
Cassie stood and used me to hold herself steady while she pulled her jeans and panties off. She pushed me back where I landed on the couch, with my cock pointing straight up, slick with her saliva, and ready for her.
"That's it, Cassie," my wife said. "That's it."
I glanced over at the phone again while Cassie climbed on the couch to squat over me. My wife's robe was gone, and she was completely naked. She was on her knees, with her phone lying on the bed, pointing up at her bare breasts. She looked down into the camera while she touched herself. My wife was masturbating, waiting for Cassie and me to move forward.
Cassie positioned herself, hovering over me and grabbing my cock. She teased my head against her soaked lips, lathering the tip with her warmth.
When Cassie lowered herself, my wife and I moaned at the same time. I almost busted then and there when she took all of me in.
Cassie turned to the phone, looking at my wife as she played with herself, starting with a slow bounce and working up a rhythm. She leaned in, grabbed the top of the sofa on either side of my head, and kissed me before turning her head back to my wife.
"Ride him, Cassie. Faster."
My wife and Cassie were working together to fuck me for my birthday. To uphold a promise. And I was just along for the ride.
Cassie went faster. My hands gripped her hips slightly, only to give me something to hold on to, not to assist. She was doing all the work, riding my cock as well as my wife does, with both of them watching each other through their phones.
"Her tits Jason. Suck her tits."
I listened to my wife's instructions coming out as she moaned. Keeping one hand on Cassie's hip, my other grabbed her breast that was bouncing. I squeezed, wrapping my hand around, leaving her areola and swollen nipple pinched between my finger and thumb, and then my mouth engulfed.
Cassie cried out when my tongue wrapped her nipple, and I sucked. "Oh, fuck!"
"Yes, Jason! Make her moan!" My wife cheered me on while rubbing her clit relentlessly. Seeing what I could do to her friend pleased her.
Cassie and my wife's moans were in sync. Each time her friend cried out, my cock stretching her walls as she bounced harder, my wife matched her sound. The sweet harmony that rang from their throats echoed in the living room.
"Oh, yes," my wife cried out. "Fuck yes!"
I looked at the phone to see my wife's head fall back, with fingers on her clit, her other hand between her legs with fingers inside her pussy. And she was coming, loudly.
That drove Cassie wild. She pulled her breast out of my mouth to grab my jaw and leaned in, sticking her tongue inside and kissing me. Then she braced herself on my shoulders, riding me like a fucking thoroughbred.
My cock began pumping. I couldn't, nor did I want to, hold back my release. My mouth dropped open, and Cassie smirked while she panted, grinding her clit against my skin while she worked my shaft.
Groaning out, coming fast and hard only a few seconds after my wife, I erupted. My cock twitched, shooting warmth rapidly inside of Cassie's tight pussy.
Cassie leaned back, holding herself with a hand around my neck, balancing on my lap, and using my spewing cock to hit the angle she needed. Then she moaned, her pussy contracting around me, shuddering as she came. Cassie rolled her hips as she climaxed, whimpering as she came undone in my lap.
We all sat quietly for a moment, breathless. My wife was panting through the phone, lying down in her bed hundreds of miles apart from Cassie and me, who were also coming down from our high, my arms wrapped around her while she curled up to me on the sofa.
After a few minutes, my wife broke the blissful silence. "Happy birthday, honey."
"I love you," I said.
Cassie was quiet but peaceful. She began to fall asleep in my arms.
When my wife noticed, she gave her final instructions for the night. "Cassie, stay with Jason tonight. You can ride with him in the morning to pick me up from the airport. Then, when we all get back, we can have some more fun together."
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