Unwrapping Wet Amber

by Kamilla Murphy

  UNWRAPPING WET AMBER

  KAMILLA MURPHY

  COPYRIGHT 2015

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  My neighbor Ian Kelly’s traditional Independence Day cookout and pool party was underway. He and his wife Mia started the tradition before we moved into the neighborhood, mostly I gathered because they had the biggest in-ground pool, the biggest deck, and the biggest grill. My wife Amber told me once that neighborhood gossip held that Ian had another ‘thing’ that was the biggest. I didn’t pursue the matter since I didn’t want to give my hot and constantly horny wife any excuse to do research, if you know what I mean.

  Our closest neighbors, the Albertsons and the Millers were there, along with newcomers Gwen and Peter Mackie. The Mackies were the youngest couple in the neighborhood, basically still newlyweds, and the way they held hands and smooched all the time told that tale. Along with other couples there was a smattering of kids in and around the pool, making the obligatory racket as they had fun, lost in their own world of play.

  The oldest of the kids was Madison, the Millers’ fifteen year old daughter. Calling her a kid wasn’t accurate, since she was a well-proportioned teen barely contained within her bikini. Our 12 year old son, Danny, now that he’d reached puberty couldn’t help himself, ogling Maddy and having a noticeable erection in his swim shorts, something he tried to hide but failed, at least to any adult who cared to look (and I hoped for obvious reasons that nobody was looking).

  Naturally Madison wasn’t the only female in a bikini, and any red-blooded male here (like me) had plenty of MILF eye candy to gaze at throughout the afternoon. However, the most beautiful of all had to be my Amber. I’m biased but she’s a tall, lissome, natural blond with long, supermodel legs and the perkiest breasts this side of a teenager, now covered in her signature black bikini. To look at her you’d never know she birthed a child, or for that matter wasn’t ten years younger than she was. In this group I was the luckiest man. It didn’t bother me in the least that men ogled her. She was mine.

  She was also always hot. We were honest with each other; when she met a man who turned her on, especially if he made a pass, she’d tell me. Our sex afterwards shook the house.

  As I stood by the pool with a cold beer and chatted with Stuart Albertson, I watched my wife mingle and once more marveled at her body language. When she was talking to either Ian or young Peter Mackie I’d see her ass twitch so I knew she was wet. Like I said, she was the closest thing to a nymphomaniac I ever met, and her level of natural lubrication was amazing. (It’s one of the reasons she liked the black bikini—no one could see a wet spot.) Both of the aforementioned men were fit and good looking so I understood the reaction.

  I could have been jealous. I could be worrying she’d stray. Nevertheless my mind didn’t work that way. Ever since we married I wondered if one man could ever feed her sex-hungry appetite. I decided early on that the best strategy for our marriage wasn’t to worry about it. I couldn’t stop her from cheating if she wanted to. All I asked was that she be honest with me. I believed she had been.

  “Hey, Carl. How about taking over the grilling for a sec,” Ian said, shaking me out of my reverie.

  “Sure.” I took the spatula from him and surveyed what was cooking. Mostly hamburgers and hot dogs. Have to feed the kids first must have been the strategy, since other foods for grilling like steak, chicken and fish were waiting in reserve. A couple of the boys asked me when they’d have their burgers and I promised them the first off the grill. “Get your buns ready,” I told them.

  My command solicited a giggle. Madison Miller was standing slightly behind me and was the source of the laugh. “That’s what my boyfriend says when he picks me up for a date.”

  What was I to say to that? Maddy and I had an interesting relationship. No, not that kind. Because of my mathematics background I’d tutored her through several school grades. In some way I became an adult confidant, and she’d often ask me for advice.

  What I said was, “You don’t really…?” and left it hanging.

  “You mean sex? No, Mr. Reynolds.” She giggled again. “That’s just how he teases me. I mean, he really does want to get into my panties but he’s not the right one. When I find the right one I’ll be sure to tell you.”

  “You’re killing me Maddy. I hope you’ll tell your parents before telling me.”

  “And spoil the fun?” After another giggle she grew serious and continued, “You know my mother and I have no secrets, especially about sex. I’m not naïve. I know what boys want when they look at me. And I know if I tease you it’s just fun because why would you want to have sex with me when you’re married to a goddess like Mrs. Reynolds.”

  I sensed that there was more but that’s when everyone descended on me for food. As I doled out burgers and dogs Maddy said she wanted to talk to be some more. I told her I’d seek her out once I was relieved of grill duties.

  By the time Ian took back the spatula a few newcomers had joined the party. One of them turned out to be Ian’s younger brother Eric. I’d never met the man yet I heard the rumors. He definitely was a handsome man so who could tell if the rumors were true. When I saw Amber greet him with her ass twitching, I figured that maybe I didn’t want to confirm the rumors at all.

  I saw Maddy off by herself so I headed her way. “I’m not sure why you’re here,” I said. “There isn’t anyone else your age so I’m surprised you aren’t off hanging out with friends.”

  “My parents said I had to be here. I wish they thought like you do,” she said wistfully.

  I joked, “Maybe not. I wouldn’t let you out of the house wearing that bikini.”

  She was shocked until she realized I was kidding. “Oh you! That’s why I like talking to you, Mr. Reynolds. You don’t treat me like a kid… and also what I said before.”

  “You mean the part about not desiring you… that way?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I hope it’s not a shock that I’m like any other man here, and that if I was a little younger I’d be looking at getting you out of your panties too.”

  She had that shocked look again because of my candor, but then she smiled and said, “You don’t have to be younger for me to think about that. I think you’re the hunkiest man around and I respect you so much because you’re so smart and I know you wouldn’t really try anything.”

  I chuckled, “Hunkiest? Even with Eric Kelly here?”

  She whispered, “Oh” and I thought she’d say more.

  “What is it Maddy?”

  “Nothing really, like it’s just what my mom told me.” I waited, figuring that she’d tell me more if she wanted to. After a prolonged silence she said, “Can I ask you a question, Mr. Reynolds?”

  “Please call me Carl, and you can always ask me things.”

  She was pondering her words but eventually said, “Exactly what is swinging? What do people do when they’re swingers? Do they, like fool around with other people, like swapping spouses and such?”

  This was serious stuff. I needed to tread carefully in this particular minefield. “Yes, you’ve pretty much deciphered what swinging is all about. Why do you ask?” Maddy avoided eye contact so I thought she wouldn’t answer me. But she did.

  “That’s what my parents are. They’re swingers. One time they had two other couples over our house after they thought I was asleep. I didn’t see anything but I know what sex sounds like, so I knew what was going on. I asked my mother about it the next day and she admitted they were swingers but didn’t go into any details.”

  “So you knew what was going on; then why are you asking me? There’s got to be a
deeper reason.” Then I imagined a horrible scene: “They didn’t try to get you involved, did they?”

  “No… oh no… nothing like that,” she declared. “It’s that my mom asked me if I thought you and Mrs. Reynolds might want to… you know… like swing with them.”

  Now, that was a shocker! Besides the hormonal battle the teen girl waged daily, she had to deal with the wild sexuality of her parents. I had to say something. “Please don’t think poorly of them, Maddy. Your folks, I guess, are like many people for whom sex is more than just a monogamous thing. I probably should be flattered although I don’t think Amber would go for it either.”

  The aroma of steaks on the grill made my stomach grumble. She heard it and we both laughed. “I think your wife is the most beautiful woman I know. I wish I looked like her,” she said, the melancholy lilt back in her young voice.

  I was still in the minefield. “I’ll say it again, you’re the most beautiful teen I know, so don’t be like that. You’ll find the right guy soon enough, and then you’ll get your buns ready.”

  She laughed and on tiptoes gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the sweetest, Mr.—I mean Carl.” And off she went.

  I grabbed a burger and a fresh beer and walked to the other side of the pool and fell into a chaise lounge next to Mia Kelly and Madison’s mom, Selina Miller. They didn’t acknowledge my presence at first because they were intensely watching the small gathering of Amber, Ian, his brother Eric and Vangie Albertson at the far corner of the patio.

  Only after Selina said, “I didn’t think I’d ever meet a real porn star,” and I astonishingly choked on a bite of my burger did they realize I was there.

  “Oh, hi Carl,” said Mia. “I take it you didn’t know about my brother-in-law?”

  I swallowed the lump of meat and bun that had lost its taste and then said, “No. I guess there’s a lot I didn’t know, and am finding out about today.” If Selina saw me talking at length with her daughter and wondered what secrets she’d spilled she didn’t let on.

  Mia asked, “I wonder if Amber knows, especially seeing how close they are in conversation?”

  Selina simply grinned, and it was easy for me to reconcile that grin with the idea that she and Josh were swingers. Not only did I look at my wife and note what Mia was talking about but I glanced in turn to all my neighbors and wondered how many were swingers too.

  I excused myself and rose from the lounge, discarding my half-eaten burger along the way as I approached the small gathering that included my wife. Like I’d said, I’m not the jealous type. The reason was basically to find out for myself just how far her body language might be translated into something else. A porn star? I had a hard time believing that.

  “Hi honey. We were just talking about you,” Amber said. “Well, not you specifically but we saw you talking to Madison and didn’t know if you saw what Danny did later.”

  “What did Danny do?”

  Vangie piped in first. “He was copping a feel.”

  “He grabbed her ass,” was how Amber put it.

  I thought about what I’d witnessed earlier. Getting an erection was one thing, but touching was another. “I guess it’s time for one of those birds-and-the-bees talks with the boy. Have you spoken to Maddy since?” When Amber shook her head, I added, “I’ll do that too; to make sure she’s not angry or put off by it. I’ll assure her it won’t happen again.”

  “Okay dear, but you’ll have to speak with Danny soon because he’s spending the night at his friend Mike’s house.”

  “Have you arranged to get his pajamas and clothes for tomorrow?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Then maybe I’ll take him to the house to pack some overnight things and speak with him there, okay?”

  Amber agreed too easily, yet it was the smarmy look I got from Eric Kelly that put me on edge. I shook it off and went looking for Maddy.

  When I asked her about what happened, she dismissed it as a “boy thing” that didn’t bother her. “Don’t be too hard on him… er… Carl. Actually I thought it was cute that he had a stiffie.”

  “It was that noticeable, huh?”

  She smiled and answered, “For him it naturally was. He’s your son, after all.”

  “And what’s that mean?”

  “You’re a big man, and I’ve heard that men with big hands have big… you know… penises too. His seemed pretty big for his age.” Ah, there was the mischievous smile again.

  “Thanks for the compliment, I think. However, I’ll make no further comment.” I almost slipped and mentioned we were in the presence of someone who must be well endowed—Eric Kelly—seeing that he was supposed to be a porn actor, but that would’ve been too much to drop on an impressionable teen. Unless she already knew, that is.

  I gathered my son and we went back to the house to pack for the overnight. I gave him my canned speech on sex and propriety and he embarrassingly acknowledged it with a silent nod, probably conjuring up more mysterious mental images of the opposite sex. When we returned to the party I noticed my wife amid a new dynamic, huddled with Josh and Selina Miller along with Eric and Ian. Could this be the beginning of a swinger sales pitch, or was I just letting my mind roam into dangerous territory, especially with Eric there? Danny ran to his mom to kiss her for an early goodnight before he left with Mike’s folks. I was glad the interruption at least altered Amber’s horny-squirmy body language.

  With beer in hand I joined the small group, and except for a comment by Eric on how lucky I was to be married to such a beautiful woman, nobody mentioned anything of a personal nature. I hugged my wife to me and with a hand on her ass agreed that I was indeed lucky. My hand came away soaked, so ‘luck’ in this case might be a double-edged sword.

  The little devil in me had me bringing up the question. “Eric, I’ve heard the rumor that you’re an actor in the porn industry. I wasn’t aware we had a part of the industry in this state. How does it work?”

  He emitted a short laugh, “You heard right, so I guess the rumor mill is grinding away nicely.”

  Ian interceded, “Must be my wife and her big mouth.”

  Eric laughed again, “Well bro, big mouths are good for some things, aren’t they?” Why did he glance at smiling Selina when he said it?—Okay, the double entendre wasn’t lost on me. After more laughter he continued, “No, Carl, the closest place where I work is in NYC. I’d like to think that the movies I make are class acts and not sleazy, internet stuff.”

  Selina then said, “We have a few DVDs and I’ll say that they’re very classy… very hot too.”

  Amber indirectly glanced at me before asking if it would be okay to borrow them from the Millers. Both Josh and Selina stared at me as if it was my permission required and not theirs. “It’d be interesting, I guess,” was all I would say. Selina invited Amber to visit her the next day and pick out what she wanted.

  I tried to mingle and enjoy the remainder of the party as it went from afternoon into evening. However my mind kept returning to the Millers and the whole swinging thing, not really settling on how I felt about the possibility. If Amber wanted to, would I go along? Selina certainly was desirable. Where my wife was tall and lithe, Selina was the epitome of buxom, with breasts that had to be D’s and killer curves. She always had an impish expression on her face, like she knew roguish things that you’d never know, and it was easy to see where Madison got hers. No doubt she’d be fun in bed, but at what cost? Then there was Josh. My wife was surely turned on by Eric Kelly, but Josh wasn’t physically (at least what I could see) in his league. Would Amber want him? I guess if it came to that I’d leave it to Amber to make a decision, one way or the other, and then decide accordingly.

  As things broke up and people began leaving, Amber and I thanked hosts Ian and Mia, and after bidding our other neighbors adieu we walked home. We didn’t talk much along the way, but while holding hands I felt my wife’s tremor and it wasn’t because she still had her bikini on in the cooling air.

  I bar
ely unlocked the door when she was all over me. How we actually managed to get to the bedroom was a mystery. She lost her bikini in a microsecond and began tearing off my shorts and t-shirt. She pushed me onto my back on our bed while saying, “I need this,” and straddled me. I was already hard and maybe I had been for most of the evening from thinking about porn movies and swinging possibilities. With Amber there wasn’t any reason to think foreplay or lubrication. She didn’t just lower herself onto me—she plunged—and quickly bounced and swayed in a manic rhythm that assured I wouldn’t last long. I absently wondered who she was fantasizing about as she quickly, even for her, began to climax.

  “Oh God… YES!” was her usual mantra, and she was yelling it now over and over again as she trembled through her orgasm. She seemed louder this time so I was thankful Danny was somewhere else, remembering what Maddy told me about hearing her parents.

  We collapsed together and I promptly fell asleep.

  I awoke later to take a piss and realized I was alone. I looked at the bedside clock and saw it was 11:12. I thought maybe she couldn’t sleep. I used the toilet and then went looking for her. Momentarily I was surprised in not finding her anywhere. My first thought was an emergency but knew that if she or Danny had been sick she would’ve awakened me. She wasn’t a sleepwalker, so no, it had to be the other thing.

  “The Kellys.” I whispered to myself.