Some talking gets underway

"Happy Birthday, Jessie." Wayne said with a grin.

"Oh, thank you. I'm feeling a bit, you know, depressed about turning thirty." Jessie sighed. She didn't mean to unload it all on Wayne, whom she wasn't that close a friend, but there it was, her insecurity was laid out there.

"Why is that? My God, I know plenty of women that would kill for your looks, Jessie. You're very beautiful." Wayne shifted himself closer to Jessie and began to breathe slightly harder. Jessie blushed and bit her bottom lip, she had been taken aback by the compliment.

"Thank you. So, what brings you around here, Wayne?" She was almost breathless now, as her fantasy was, step by step, closer to being realised.

"I'm part of your present." He spoke in a soft husky voice, and laid his hand on her stocking, rubbing her lower thigh slowly. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy giving it to you as much as you are going to like taking it."

Jessie noticed Wayne slowly nipping at her neck. Originally, she was shocked and almost indignant, but as Wayne worked his tounge over her neck, and rubbing his hand further up her thigh, she leaned back in the couch, defeated by her desire.

Sam walked in with the drinks, and as he saw Wayne worshipping his wife, he sat the drinks down, and sat in the chair across from them, a devilish smile creeping across his face.