Tired from a long day at work I was so thankful to come home to the quiet house my husband and I shared. I noticed an extra pair of shoes by the front door when I walked in and heard two voices coming from our sitting room down the hall. As I walked towards the kitchen I stepped into the doorway to say hello to my husband and was introduced to the man sitting in the armchair across from him, David, a friend from work. They were each sipping on a rye, laughing and joking with their ties loosened around their necks and their shirt collars slightly open.
"It's nice to meet you," I smiled and carried on into the kitchen.
I was relieved to set down my things from work and slip off my high-heeled shoes. As I mulled the day's events over in my mind I poured myself a glass of wine.
"Come join us," I heard my husband call in to me.
I picked up my glass and carried it into the sitting room where I sat down in the second armchair opposite my husband and beside his friend.
"You have a lovely home," he complemented.
After all the work I had put into decorating and renovating I smiled wholeheartedly and thanked him.
"You have a lovely smile," he continued.
I blushed slightly. I graciously accepted the compliment but having Nathan in the room had me wary of attention from other men. I looked over at him and saw that he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was encouraging it.
"Doesn't she," he added, "and a beautiful figure."
"Nathan," I said blushingly under my breath.
"Don't be shy," he told me. "In fact, David and I were just talking about how gorgeous you are."
I didn't know what to say. My gaze shifted between both men and fell on my husband.
"You're so beautiful," Nathan carried on.
I wasn't sure where he thought he was going to get with all this flattery.
"I've been telling Dave about what a wonderful wife you are. I told him about what you did for me this Valentines Day... after we came home from dinner," he said with a tone in his voice that was purely sensual.
"Oh gosh Nathan!" I held a hand up to the side of my face to shield myself from Dave's gaze.
"Don't be embarrassed," Nathan coaxed me, "he was just as turned on hearing about it as I was while you were doing it. Do you remember," he asked, "do you remember what you did to me that night?"
I could remember, of course. We had spent a wonderful Valentines together but I had no idea why Nathan was bringing this up now.
"Yes," I replied, confused that neither Nathan nor Dave seemed the slightest bit uncomfortable by this topic of conversation.
"I'd like you to do the same for Dave," he proposed.
'What?!' I thought, so shocked I couldn't get it into words. Instead I just looked at him, confused.
"Nathan," I asked, "I'm not sure what you're proposing." I wanted clarification for the fact that my husband just suggested I go down on and have sex with his work partner.
"You've always been such a good listener Kara," he said to me softly. "Now I want you to listen to me as I tell you what to do. I'm going to tell you what to do to Dave, you're going to do it and I'm going to watch."
Suddenly I felt very isolated in the room. Nathan had never expressed this desire before. Thoughts weren't racing through my mind as I expected them to be. In fact, I had one clear thought; I wanted to do this. I had heard of couples bringing another person into their bedroom and had already had plenty of time to think about it. I was curious about it but never wanted to mention it to Nathan, afraid he might think of it as some kind of affair. As if reading my mind he spoke,
"I don't consider it cheating Kara, I want you to do this. In fact I'm telling you to."
"Stand up and walk towards Dave," he directed.
I paused for a moment, staring at him. I wanted to know if he was serious about this. The room was dimly lit but with enough light for me to see the look on Nathan's face and enough to know that he was getting very turned on. I stood from my chair and took a step in Dave's direction.