The Birthday Card [MFF]

**Background**
My wife’s best friend, Michelle, lives out in the country over an hours drive away. Sometimes she gets casual work in the city and to save on travel time she stays at our house for the duration of her work. This happens a few times a year.
When she is over she sometimes eats dinner with us of an evening, then heads off to her room for a relatively early night. Her job has an early start, so this is understandable.
This happened a few years ago now. My wife, Michelle and myself were all in our mid to late 40s at the time.
To read how this all started, please see my earlier post: [The Surprise](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65jej1/ffm_the_surprise_unintentional_exhibition/)

**My Wife’s Birthday**
It was a few days after my wife’s birthday and Michelle was staying over for 3 nights while she worked in the city. I can’t remember what she gave my wife as a present (probably clothes of some sort), but I can remember the card. It wasn’t one that was easy to forget, and definitely wasn’t one to leave on the mantle piece for others to see. The front cover had a naked man on it sitting forward on a chair. He was very buff and had a huge (soft) cock. The heading on it was “There’s only one thing better than a man with a willy down to his knees…”

When you opened the card, there he was again basically in the same position with a giant hard on. It was huge. The caption was “…a man with a willy up to his chest.”

Michelle and my wife giggled and laughed like little school girls and looked at it a lot. For “science” they said. Or what that “market research”? Eventually it was placed on the coffee table in the lounge room. Michelle went off for her usual evening shower and my wife and I started to watch a little TV.

After Michelle’s shower, she came back into the lounge dressed in her (fake) silk short pyjamas and a light cotton dressing gown and brought a bottle of wine and three glasses. We turned the TV off and just chatted and sipped on the wine. The bottle didn’t last long, so I went and got another. It also didn’t last that long. Probably something to do with how hot a day it had been.

My wife picked up her Birthday card looked at it again, then came out with “Yours doesn’t come up to your chest Peter.”

“Well. No. I haven’t been PhotoShoped like him.’ was my reply.

“Does yours even come up to your belly button? I can’t remember.” she asked.

“Well, not right now it doesn’t.”

“I want to see it it does.” she questioned.

With that she grabbed my cock through my shorts and started to gently squeeze and massage me. Michelle said “I want to see if it does too.”

“OK. Let’s find out” replied my wife.

I wasn’t asked whether it was OK with me. I was in two minds of what to do. Should I up and leave or stay? I was close to leaving, but thought that as my wife was there, there would be no explaining after, and it wasn’t as if I was the instigator. So I stayed. A good decision in hind sight.

My wife was still massaging me but was being over exuberant, bordering on rough, and it wasn’t getting me hard. I had to tell her she had to take it a little easier. She understood and slowed down for me. And it started to work too. Things were starting to “shape up”.

“I can’t see his belly button to see how he’s going.” called out Michelle. “In fact I can’t see much of anything really.”

With that my wife stopped the handy work, sat me and pulled my T-shirt up to under my armpits so my whole chest and stomach were exposed and had me lean back down again. She then slid her hand down the front of my shorts and started to work on me again. That did the trick. I rose to the occasion pretty quickly. The way she was working me had my boner sideways in my shorts, so I wasn’t hanging out through the waist band of my shorts. She then removed her hand from down the front and stroked me from the outside of my shorts. This way she was able to emphasis the bulge for Michelle.

“Now for the belly button test.” was Michelle’s response. “Drum roll if you will please maestro.”

“Hey. Hey. Not so fast. What’s in this for me?” I asked. At the same time I grabbed hold of the top of my shorts so they couldn’t be pulled down.

“I’ll keep playing with you.” my wife offered.

“That’s a start. What else? You get to see me, but what do I get to see?”

“You have see me plenty of times.” says my wife.

“True.” I replied. “But I’ve only caught a glimpse of you. What can you do?” as I looked at Michelle.

“Me? What? No!” Michelle answered with.

“OK. I’m leaving then.”

“…an no belly button test?” Michele asked.

“Nope.”

“What then?” She asked.

“You work it out. You know.” I really didn’t know, but I wanted to see how far she would go. I was hoping she would flash her boobs.

She looked at my wife and asked “What?”

“Show him everything Michelle” my wife said. “But only after you get to see him first. Take your pyjamas off, but leave your dressing gown on. Go and change in your room.”

“Really? “ Michelle asked. “Only if you do the same”.

“OK. You’re on.” was my wife’s reply.

With that they both left the room. I was left alone wondering what they would get up to. Probably cold feet was my guess.

A few minutes later they returned. Michelle was still in her dressing gown, but tied tighter than it was before, and obviously without her pyjamas on any more. My wife was in her thick cotton bath robe. Not the best garment, but it was the first thing she found to do the job.

Even though it was only a few minutes, I has started to deflate. “I’ll have to get it hard again Michelle.” My wife motioned for me to stand up and took off my T-shirt and sat be back down. She them moved the single lounge seat Michelle had been sitting in so it now faced me. Michelle sat down in it and crossed her legs. I could now see quite a lot of her thigh and could see that her short pyjamas were no longer on.

My wife sat down on the couch facing me. I could see that she wasn’t wearing her T-shirt any more. She leaned forward and slid her hand back down my shorts. The erection was almost instantaneous. She guided my cock so it was now pointing straight up towards my chest, but she kept my shorts covering it. She moved off the couch and knelt down in front between Michelle and me. The top of her bath robe was getting looser, and I could see a lot of her cleavage right down to her stomach. Michelle couldn’t see this, or me for that matter. All she could see was my wife’s back.

My wife then pulled down my shorts and underwear together. I lifted my bum so she could slide them right off. They were raised so Michelle could see that they were off.

There I was, 100% naked leaning back on the lounge with a raging erection with my wife and her best friend just in dressing gowns. All that was stopping Michelle from seeing me was my wife kneeling between us.

In this position my wife performed the important measurement. Did my cock reach my belly button or not? Of course it did, and she let Michelle know that it did.

“Let me see.” Michelle said.

With that, my wife placed my shorts over my cock and moved back to beside me. There she was able to lift them and look under so she could see, but not Michelle. She them smoothed them out on my lap so Michelle could see my bulge and started to slowly slide them down. It got to the point where the very tip of my cock was just about to show and she stopped.

“Oh come on. Stop being a tease.” Michelle was getting a bit anxious.

My wife then slid one hand under the shorts and grabbed me around the base of my cock. With her other hand she lifted off the shorts and at the same time stood my cock straight up and started to wiggle it around. (Why do women like to wiggle cocks?)

Michelle cheered. Then said “I want to see that it does reach.”

My wife laid my cock up against my stomach and pointed out that it did reach my belly button.

“Confirmed.” Michelle said. “He passes. Well that’s that then. I’m off to bed and leave you two alone.”

“Not so fast there lady.” I said. “You haven’t forgotten have you? You made a deal. Remember what you are wearing under your dressing gown?”

“How could I forget? I feel so… self conscious with nothing on under my gown. And why do you want to see me with nothing on again. I haven’t changed since you barged into my shower last time.”

“Because it’s only fair. You’re looking at me now aren’t you?” I answered.

“We’ll do it together then.” my wife suggested. “I’ll lead, and you copy.”

With that she stood out in front of me beside the still seated Michelle and motioned for her to stand up which she did.

“Follow what I do OK.” was my wife’s last verbal instruction.

My wife turned around so her back was to me now. So did Michelle.

My wife untied the cord holding her bath robe. Michelle untied her dressing gown cord.

My wife did a quick flash of one side and covered back up. Michelle just looked at her. So my wife did it again while looking back. Michelle then copied with a giggle.

My wife then lead with a classic flash fully opening of her robe. Michelle was getting into it and did likewise.

I could see Michelle getting more comfortable with this copying. It was easier because she was facing away and I couldn’t see anything.

Then came the big test. My wife lifted the bottom of her robe up to expose her bum at me and kept it lifted. Michelle looked at my wife, took a breath, and lifted hers too. She was paying some attention, because she also kept it up.

So there I was, half lying on the couch with an erection, looking at both my wife’s and Michelle’s naked bums.

Then the giggling shriek that came from Michelle put an end to it and she dropped her dressing gown. A few giggles later and she came out with “I did it. I did it.”

“And I love it” I replied.
They turned to each other and both covered up. Michelle started to turn to leave when my wife said “Not yet you don’t. We’ve just been practising. Keep following.”

With then both now facing me, the show should get better. My wife held one side of her robe firmly across he body with one hand, and opened the other side to expose one breast. To my surprise Michelle did the same.

Then my wife covered up again, held both sides of her robe loosely closed with one hand and opened up the top to show both of her breasts.

“Here goes nothing.” were Michelle’s words and she copied the stance.

This was so sexy. I couldn’t help but start to stroke myself in front of them.

“Should you be doing that?” asked my my wife. “We have a guest here.” Turning to Michelle she instructed “One to go.”

With that she fully opened her robe. Michelle followed straight away without hesitation. This is now the second time I have seen Michelle fully naked, but this time she was willing. I sat and looked at them both while continuing to stroke myself.

“I think I’ll leave you two to finish up. Looks like Peter wants some more attention.” Michelle said.

“How about you stay and watch a bit?” I replied. I thought I would try and flip things around a bit and get to show off more of my wife than she was expecting. I had an idea, but didn’t know whether it would work. I could but try.

I told Michelle she could sit down and watch if she wanted. She did this and to my surprise did not cover up, she left her dressing gown hang open. Then I asked for my wife to come over closer and see what she was willing to do with me. She agreed and sat down beside me and took over stroking my cock. I asked if she would do anything more. She asked “Like what?” I asked “A little oral pleasure?”

Michelle was getting into this. She coaxed my wife along saying “Don’t let me stop you.”

That was enough. My wife lent over into my lap and started giving me a blow job. This was right in front of Michelle who could see everything. She had a great view looking between my legs to my balls and cock being worked on. I even spread my legs so she could get a better view.

After a little while I gently lifted my wife’s head from my lap. She looked at me and I said I wanted to be inside of her. This was a big ask, but I was hopeful. At first she said no, but I suggested that I stay on the couch where I was and she face me and sit down on my lap. Her shower robe would over us so Michelle wouldn’t actually see the penetration. With a little pleading and Michelle agreeing that she wouldn’t be able to see anything she agreed.

She got up, faced me then knelt on the couch straddling me, held my cock in one hand and guided me into her pussy as she lowered herself down. She started to slowly rise and fall, gently riding me. I put my hands up onto her shoulders and guided her forward onto me. I wrapped my arms around her and started to pump long and deep strokes. This is where I wanted her. Michelle knew full well what was happening right in front of her, but couldn’t see anything. I wrapped my left arm even tighter around my wife’s back, and with my right hand I slowly pulled up her robe so Michelle could see all of her rear. She worked out what was happening, but it was too late. I had a hold of her and she couldn’t get up. She struggled a bit, but I kept on pumping in and out. Michelle could now see my wife’s pussy and my cock sliding in and out.

“Look at that. Look at what I can see” Michelle said.

I knew what she could see. My wife also knew what she could see because she called me a bastard and started to relax a little. I kept pumping, upping the pace.

Michelle was quiet. This was unusual for her because she is normally a non stop talker. I was curious to see what she was doing so I rotated around a little so I could see her. She had slid down on the seat and had spread her legs and was rubbing her pussy in circular motions and had her eyes fixed on the action. My movement had caught her attention and she looked right into me eyes and didn’t stop masturbating. If anything, she increased. We were staring at each other; me fucking my wife, and her stroking her pussy.

It wasn’t long before I could feel myself cumming and I shot my load deep inside my wife. All the time I was cumming I was looking at Michelle; alternating between her eyes, her pussy and her tits. Michelle was alternating between my face and my cock and wife’s pussy. It’s strange how open we were to looking at each other like this.

After I had cum I stopped pumping and relaxed. This wasn’t a night for my wife to cum. Just a quickie. She knew it was the end and got up. She turned around to see Michelle I heard her take a short breath. Michelle was still masturbating and it didn’t look like she was about to stop. Without a word my wife sat down beside me. I had pulled myself up on the couch so I was now sitting. I was our turn for a show.

Michelle was aware that she was now the centre of attention and kept on working herself, now with both of her hands. She is a real show girl when she gets going. Spreading her legs wide and also spreading her pussy wide open with one hand. I could see her hard clit between her fingers as she slid her hand up and down between her legs.

“Should I keep going until I cum?” she asked.

My wife answered first with a “Don’t let us stop you.”

I answered with a “Please do!”

Michelle continued while I moved my wife over to be half lying on my lap so I could play with her nipples while we watched.

We could see Michelle was getting closer. Her legs were opening and closing and she wasn’t looking at us any more. She was off in her own world. Then her knees closed together and one hand was still working her pussy. Her other was squeezing one of her large boobs.

I’d never thought of her as a moaner, it had never crossed my mind, but she is. She let out a very drawn out moan as her hips bounced and knees clenched together as she came. She continued to moan and her hips continued to thrust. It was a good long orgasm. One I won’t forget for a while.

So there we were. Me completely naked, my wife in her open bath robe and Michelle in her open dressing gown. I have to say it was feeling a little awkward at the time and no one was going to say or do the first thing.

Finally I broke the ice by saying I had work tomorrow and should get to bed. With that I left, had a shower and went to bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77ticf/the_birthday_card_mff