I sent my husband to pity fuck my friend. [mf]

I (39f) am married to a lovely man Andre (40m) and enjoy a healthy sex life. But I'm recently postpartum and my hubby has had to make do with my mouth for sex. But I know he's been craving my wet pussy to fuck, but mine is still healing.

I found out a few months ago that my girlfriend Sam (34f, perpetually single with horrid taste in men) apparently fantasizes about my husband, wishing she could "have such a good man." Sam is an incredibly gentle soul, giving and trusting, but with a long history of predatory men throughout her early years of life. It feels like she has some deep seated core belief that she doesn't deserve better.

So I was surprised but kind of not that she pined after my husband, truly a gem of a human being.

Hubby sent me out to brunch with Sam so he could have a morning w our newborn all to himself And planned to join us at the end. Sam and I met at the Kitchenette, an easygoing diner with an outside patio.

Sam looked great as usual. A wide brimmed hat and a flowy sundress gave her an ethereal appearance. But the deep V in front made no attempt to hide her god given bust. Only now that I was pumping breastmilk did I get even close to her. I thought as I mildly envied her gorgeous naturals, how much Andre had become obsessed with my tits, and that I wondered if he would check out Sam's later.

In any case, Sam regaled me about her latest failed relationship and asked how Andre was handling his drought. "It's rough" I confessed "I see him with our daughter and the way he just knows what I need before I do, and I want to fuck his brains out, but my tear isn't healing well, so right now, it feels like the only things I do are pump milk and suck dick."

We had a good laugh and the conversation moved on. Andre joined us a while later and Sam was just as enamored as I was so see how much he adored our daughter and could anticipate her so effortlessly.

We were both more than a little intoxicated and Sam was very obviously flirting with Andre, who was being a good sport. He knew Sam fantasized about him, and so I decided to tease him.

As I put our daughter to breast, I asked him, "Andre who has bigger boobs now, me or Sam?" He blushed, but still managed the perfectly political answer, "Hers are still bigger but yours are still better."

"Good answer," Sam laughed.

"I disagree!" I insisted that mine are bigger. "Prove it!" I poked at Sam's tits through her dress. She wasted no time, producing her left boob from her sundress. God what a perfect breast. Smooth creamy skin, full, perfectly proportioned, standing perky and proud, defying its own weight, capped by a round pink areola and small nipple.

Andre laughed, "Well, that settles it." But I could see it in his eye. He was mesmerized by her flesh like he was mine. The plan hatched in my head. It wasn't the first time he fucked another woman at my behest. It didn't happen often, but I think he enjoyed the variety and, I enjoyed sharing his gentle love and sexual prowess with women I thought deserving. And Sam definitely was. I had always held back because she was my friend and I selfishly did not want to risk that.

But my husband needed a wet pussy and Sam wanted his hard cock and today, he was into her. Sam, todays your lucky day, I thought.

It didn't take long to hatch the plan. Sam knew I let Andre be with select other women. I sent Andre off and then I told Sam she could have him for the evening if she wanted. She said no. "What? Why not? You get yourself off to him, you've told me so yourself." We went back and forth until I realized just how deeply seated her belief was that she didn't deserve a great partner.

"Sam, I'm not asking you to make him your husband. But he is gifted at reading body language in bed. Maybe it's time you allowed yourself to be worshipped like you deserve. Maybe when you get a taste, you'll finally realize JUST how much better you deserve. And don't get me wrong. I want him to get to fuck a proper pussy, and he can't have mine yet. So there's something in this for all of us."

We sat quietly for a bit. "Tell you what, think about it over the afternoon, and I'm going to send him over with two bottles of wine and some dinner later. He'll cook it for you while you chat over wine and have dinner together. He will send you out of the kitchen while he cleans up.

If you decide you want him to show you that he's even more talented, be brave, and come back out wearing the laciest bra and panties you have and he'll get the message. He won't stop until you pass out exhausted. My only request is you let him fuck your pussy. Whatever else you do is up to you.

If you decide you don't want to, come back out in PJs, he'll pour you another glass of wine while he finishes up an will show himself out."

We finished brunch, and it hadn't been home two hours when she texted Andre. He came over to me red in the face. It read, "Andre, I realized it'd be stupid of me to turn down the very fantasy I have had for a year. Then realizing it's actually going to happen made me super horny. I've already gotten off to the thought of you once."

I looked up and smiled at him. "Looks like you're going to have a fun night!"